As an intellectually professional bank robber, Najib has never missed a beat in his criminal career.

He and his companions robbed the bank seven times in total, and succeeded six times, the only unsuccessful one, and although the money did not arrive, he also walked away.

Najib admired the famous saying of a certain military strategist of a splendid civilization in the East in ancient times, that is, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is one to win all battles.

As a result, he spends a lot of time doing a lot of work on his target before each action.

This time is certainly no exception.

Najib and his companions spent two months preparing for the robbery, and today he can proudly claim that he knows the small bank next to the New Aachen Institute of Electrophysics and Physics, whether it is the bank's internal structure, its personnel, its security forces, the bank's flow of people at any time, or the distribution of the surrounding police force.

In his opinion, there is absolutely no possibility of failure this time, and so far, the situation has been under their control, rushing into the bank, eliminating the bank's security forces, controlling the hostages, successfully opening the security door, entering the inside of the bank, everything is perfect, now all they have to do is to fill the three big backpacks they brought with those cute looking banknotes before the police arrive, and then drive away.

The only thing that can be called an accident in the whole process is just a housekeeping robot, and Najib doesn't know why someone happens to show up at the bank with a housekeeping robot, but what does it matter?

It's just a housekeeping robot!

What can a housekeeping robot do?

Mopping? Cook? Laundry?

Moreover, the owner of the robot is still a spineless little student, judging from the other party's performance just now, Najib even doubts that this yellow-skinned little student will be scared to pee his pants by the muzzle of the gun on the door of his head.

So this situation is not an accident, and Najib is not even willing to waste even a single emP bullet on this housekeeping robot - just kidding, this kind of bullet is a rarity even on the black market, expensive, and scarce, and he has to make a lot of effort to get a few dozen rounds this time, and he must stay in case to deal with the police robots and vehicles.

Najib felt that if nothing happened, in ten minutes they would be able to drive away from the bank and escape from the predetermined safe route, and in another forty minutes, they would leave New Aachen in a shuttle hidden somewhere, and then they would board a galaxy cargo ship on a space station near New Aachen and leave the New Fark system.

Yes, if there were no surprises, this one of their actions would have ended so perfectly.

But what could happen?

Najib really couldn't think of it.

Even if there is any accident, it will be when you escape!

So he was in a very happy mood when he reached out to take the backpack thrown by Amir, the hostage's companion.

But at this moment, the impossible accident really happened.

"Xiaoli, do it—"

His attention was focused on the backpack flying towards him in the air when he heard a loud shout.

He subconsciously looked down in the direction from which the voice came, and then saw an astonishing scene - the little student who should have been scared into peeing his pants in his imagination was heroically snatching the stockless rifle in Amir's hand at this time.

Not only that, but the sinister little student flew up and kicked Amir in the crotch.

Najib felt as if he heard something shattering.

He also saw Amir let go of the stockless rifle in his hand, his eyes widened, his mouth wide open, his hands covered his crotch, and slowly fell to his knees on the ground.

This image made Najib subconsciously clamp his legs, and at the same time felt a pain in the chrysanthemum.

"Bastard!"

When he came to his senses, Najib let out a roar.

Of course Najib has reason to be angry, this damn little student, he dared to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, he dared to deceive his pure self!

What's more, he actually kicked the balls of his good friend Amir!

The best egg that has made Najib want to die countless times!

Feeling like he was going mad, Najib swept Amir's backpack aside, then raised his submachine gun and aimed it at the despicable boy who dared to ruin his perfect criminal career and ruined his sexual life.

"Die!"

Najib roared and was about to pull the trigger, but at this moment, the accident happened again.

The corner of his eye suddenly swept to his side, a dark shadow was rapidly approaching, and his ears heard the sound of something cutting through the air.

Dangerous!

Feeling that his life was seriously threatened, Najib didn't have time to turn his head to see what was flying towards him, and he didn't care about pulling the trigger to shoot the despicable boy, he immediately pounced forward, threw himself on the ground, and finally narrowly escaped the sudden sneak attack.

With a loud bang, the black shadow slashed past where Najib had been standing, slammed into the bulletproof glass of the banking window, and bounced to the ground, making a piercing grinding sound as the metal slashed across the marble floor.

It was clearly a metal bench in the bank lobby for customers to rest while they waited.

Najib's eyes widened at the discovery.

This kind of bench is not light, who has the strength to throw it at him?

Heavy footsteps rang out, and a figure reflecting the metallic light rushed towards him like lightning.

Could it be that the bench was thrown by the housekeeping robot?

Najib looked back a little confused.

What's going on?

Does the Mary 3 housekeeping robot have this function?

Confused, Najib got up and quickly aimed his submachine gun at the strange housekeeping robot.

His reaction was not unpleasant, but he was still not faster than the other party, his muzzle had just been raised, and the Mary 3 robot named Xiaoli had already rushed in front of him, his right leg flew up, and a ferocious whip kick kicked his wrist to raise the gun.

Najib felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and then the submachine gun flew out of his hand, swirling in the air and drawing a parabola, and then fell far into the corner.

But that's not the end of it.

Before he could react, the humanoid Mary 3 withdrew her right leg, and suddenly raised her right leg high over her shoulder, and with a ferocious slash, the heavy heel fell heavily on Najib's head as if it had no time to get up.

Before losing consciousness, Najib was filled with grief.

Where is this Nima housekeeping robot? This is clearly a combat robot!

The idea that a fighting robot is disguised as a Mary 3 for housekeeping to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger is simply mad to the extreme!

It's despicable!

It's so shameless!

Don't bring such a deception!