New York City is shrouded in darkness, and the curtain provides the best protective color for the darkness, rendering all possible evils, including some lesser-known transactions.

On the surrounding docks not far from Manhattan, several hidden figures appeared in the city docks late at night, and one of the stout black men with a submachine gun asked the leader next to him with a puzzled face, "Boss, do we really give that kid half of the money for nothing?" ”

Robbing banks is not charity work, and they are not good citizens, when did they become so committed.

Facing the puzzled subordinates around him, the leading white man snorted lightly and showed a contemptuous smile, and said in a gloomy and cold voice, "Of course it can't be, are you stupid for me?" ”

"Then why are we here?" The eyes of the black man with the submachine gun swept over the empty dock, and the cold wind that kept sweeping made the strong man shiver, and he muttered a few times and still asked a little puzzled, "This damn weather, isn't it better to divide the money at home." ”

When it came to money, several robbers in the dock invariably showed expectant eyes.

Because of the off-season, the entire wharf is extremely deserted, and the containers that can be seen everywhere have turned this place into a complex labyrinth, standing next to an old container at will, the robber boss's eyes were gloomy, and a sharp voice flashed, "Of course I know it's better to be at home, but before that, I don't want anyone to know any details of this robbery," he said as he turned his head to look at the calm port, and the undulating sea seemed strange and dark like a bottomless black hole, devouring everything that approached, "So, our greedy gentleman is going to the sea to sleep, and he will never wake up for a long sleep."

Looking at the robber boss with a normal face in surprise, the black man who understood the submachine gun immediately showed a hideous smile on his face, "You mean, hehe, I have long seen that guy unhappy......"

In the late autumn of New York, the bleak weather shows a bit of chill to the bone, and the tired and busy citizens who have faded all day begin to return home to enjoy the warm atmosphere. However, on the empty dock not far from the city, several figures looked at the surrounding intersections with impatient faces, and unconsciously shrank under the cold wind and cursed in their hearts.

Nearly twenty minutes had passed since the agreed trading time, but there was still no one else in the empty dock but them.

"Damn it, I'll shoot you through a sieve when we meet later!" He rubbed his stiff fingers with a hot breath, and the black man with the submachine gun gritted his teeth and cursed, I don't know if it was because of the emptiness around him, he always felt the cold wind blowing on his body.

The whole dock was quiet and deserted, the robber boss frowned, his eyes flashed with coldness, no one liked to waste time like this, if he hadn't already made up his mind to make the guy in the bank look good, he would have even left.

"What's that sound?" In the quiet dock, even the slightest sound seemed a little louder, and suddenly the sound of rhythm turning was heard in his ears, and one of the robbers asked suspiciously.

"Can there be ...... in this hellish place," scolded impatiently, and the black man was about to reply a few words but had to stop talking, for he had heard the voice too, and the sound of the turn was getting closer and closer as if it were coming from his head.

Head!

The black man looked up and followed the sound, but was suddenly startled by what appeared above his head, and his heart was horrified, he saw a helicopter whizzing and hovering above them, the police station badge was clearly visible under the harsh searchlights, and the sirens around the dock were suddenly sounded.

In just a dozen seconds, the police car surrounded them in the dock, and a group of policemen came out of the car and aimed at the robbers.

"Damn, we TMD was betrayed by that kid!" At this time, if the robbers still couldn't think of the reason, then they really deserved to be caught, thinking of another trader who had not arrived for a long time, the black man suddenly roared fiercely.

However, unlike his angry subordinates, the robber boss looked at the dark muzzles around him in despair, and muttered in disbelief, "Why ......?"

"Why?" Putting the microphone down, pushing open the glass door to give the phone to the next white man, Zhou Ran came out of a public phone booth somewhere in Manhattan, and muttered to himself in a relaxed tone. Not long ago, he used a public phone to anonymously report a group of extremely dangerous bank robbers at a dock in New York City, and became a good citizen.

He didn't believe that any generous robber would be willing to give the results of an ordinary robbery to a guy he didn't know, even if this guy provided them with the perfect way to escape and escape from the police.

Half of the harvest was just a condition for Zhou Ran to deal with the robbers' random nonsense, and the moment the other party readily agreed, he knew that these guys would not be kind enough to give him money. If he really went in such a stupid past, there were no more than two results waiting for him, either he would be killed by the robbers directly, or he would solve these robbers himself.

In that case, why not let the police in New York do it for them, because it's their job to catch the bank robbers anyway.

Therefore, the hapless robbers have just escaped from the bank through the method devised by Zhou Ran, and have been sent back to the police by a phone call from him, and what awaits them is a long prison life. However, at least judging from the development of the incident, they successfully robbed the Bank of New York and escaped the layers of police siege.

This can be more or less a talking point when they go to prison.

"Against mutants and we have the same rights, these guys should all be locked up!" The procession passed by Zhou Ran, and looking at the banners and slogans held high, he could easily deduce that this was another anti-mutant citizen march.

A fat man in a thick leather coat passed by Zhou Ran along the flow of people, stuffed a propaganda poster into his hand, and glanced down at the poster in his hand, which was printed with a blue-skinned photo with glasses and a big red cross painted on the other party's face, Zhou Ran vaguely remembered that this seemed to be a government official who dealt with the relationship between mutants and humans, and he was also a mutant himself.

With a sneer, Zhou Ran casually crumpled the propaganda poster in his hand and threw it away, stared at the parade that gradually disappeared at the corner of the street, and turned around and walked in the direction of the apartment.