Central area, the headquarters building of the Municipal Bank.

The bodies of several security guards were lying at the door of the hall on the first floor, and as they walked inside, there were several night shift staff, lobby managers, and salesmen, all lying on the ground without exception.

There were more or less bullet holes in each of them, and the blood that flowed red the floor on which they were lying.

Inside this cold building, there is a lifeless weirdness and horror everywhere.

"Whoa!" The sound of bags being dragged on the ground came from around the corner.

Several masked men were orderly stepping out of a blast door, each with two large black duffel bags in their hands.

The bag was too heavy to resist walking, so it had to be pushed on the ground.

Zhao Chongbin, who was wearing a smiling Buddha mask, tilted his head to the side and watched.

With a gun belt around his neck, his left hand pressed against the tail of a rifle, and the grip of the gun body in one hand, he stomped back and forth in this small space.

His clothes were stained with blood and filthy.

Apparently, he had just experienced a massacre.

Riots broke out in the four districts of Raocheng at the same time, all of which were in his arrangement.

He participated in the massacre in one of the areas, and the five hundred rounds of ammunition he brought with him were all used up, as for how many people were killed......

He hadn't counted, and he hadn't thought to count.

Having killed enough, he got out early and came to the bank's headquarters in the center of the city.

This is the largest bank in Raocheng, which is under the direct jurisdiction of the state, and the currency circulation of the entire Raocheng has to pass through here.

In short, this is the largest vault in Raocheng.

Another purpose of creating so many riots at the same time is to attract the attention of the police, so that they are busy saving people and messing with themselves.

At this time, Zhao Chongbin came to grab the money unknowingly, and it would naturally be much smoother.

And even if the police know about it, there are very few manpower they can send.

"Boss, the vaults are empty, and there is not a single gold bar left with them!" A little minion wearing a monkey mask excitedly stepped forward to report.

Most of the people who can mix with Zhao Chongbin are not normal.

Zhao Chongbin looked at the steady stream of money bags that were sent to the truck, and then lowered his eyes to look at his watch.

Calculating the time, Yan Jun is almost coming back.

Waiting for all the money bags to be loaded into the car before he spoke, "Let's go." ”

"Yes, boss!" The monkey nodded, and when he followed Zhao Chongbin to get into the car, the corner of his eye happened to catch a glimpse of a bank staff member who was not dead and was slowly struggling and crawling on the ground.

"!" With a curse, the monkey took the gun and fired several shots at the staff member's back.

"Tubu!" With a few sounds, the staff member's body was twitched by the huge penetrating force, and the blood splattered a meter or two away, and then finally stopped breathing.

Zhao Chongbin glanced back, his eyes were cold, without the slightest emotion, "Next time, remember to be neat with your hands and feet." ”

Like an experienced teacher, he is teaching his own disciples.

"Yes!" The monkey's tone was full of respect and admiration, as if Zhao Chongbin was the god in his life.

Hearing this, Zhao Chongbin nodded with satisfaction, and then got into the car.

A fleet of two inconspicuous Volkswagen cars, one in front of the other, and in the middle is a minivan with an advertisement for the delivery of fresh milk from a certain family.

They walked through a few small alleys, blended into somewhat crowded streets, and then disappeared into the vast sea of people.