At the same time, something unpleasant happened in the Morgan Bank, just across the street......

A few minutes ago.

A somewhat thin man stood in front of the crosswalk, his hands stretched out, and he waited alone for the red light to flash across the road.

The man wears a black sweatshirt and jeans, and wears a terrifying demon mask on his face, and his appearance is similar to that of the evil villain Demon who has recently become famous, but passers-by don't even bother to look at him.

The demon is the most popular villain on the internet, and he has more followers than many superheroes...... This has led to various demon masks being sold out of stock, and countless fanatical fans of demons wander the streets with masks on all day.

If you take the subway in New York, there is a good chance that you will see a row of passengers wearing demonic masks in a row of cars...... At this time, it is advisable to stay away from this group of crazy people, and it is better to exit the carriage and wait for the next subway.

But the quality of this fan is still very high, at least he will wait for a red light when he walks on the zebra crossing.

The sun stretched his shadow for a long time, shining on the stinky gutter behind him and on the civilian dining room, whose wall was a huge skeletal graffiti.

The thugs in the alley next to them are gathering together to attract fans, and their faces are sluggish.

Opposite them is the luxurious JPMorgan Bank, one of the pillar industries of JPMorgan Chase.

The red dot on the other side of the road flickered little by little until it was over.

The green light came on, and the man was about to take a step, when suddenly a dilapidated pickup truck stopped in front of him with a screeching grinding sound.

The demon mask on his face showed a disgruntled expression, and he squeezed his wrist......

"Demons! I'm glad you weren't late this time, but did you forget to bring something? The door was pushed open, and a man with a black hood on his head roared, "You're going to rob Morgan Bank empty-handed?" Sure enough, those who worship demons have bad brains! ”

"We don't have much time, and if we keep chatting, the next time we see each other will be in Rikers Island Jail." The driver of the pickup truck turned his head with a smile and said that he had a black stocking on his head and a hole in his eyes.

The man in the black hood angrily moved out of the way, and the demon was stunned for a moment, then sat in the car and closed the door.

No one noticed that in the trash can a few dozen meters away, a man struggled to crawl out of the trash can, and he laboriously ripped off the demon mask that had been deformed, and his face was covered with unknown liquid......

In the passenger seat sat a black man, his face devoid of any camouflage, who raised his head at the demon and threw a Browning pistol and a few magazines.

The demon took the pistol and magazine and didn't speak, and the man in the stockings who was driving glanced at him in the rearview mirror...... The man in stockings suddenly saw the demon mask and smiled!

The man in stockings blinked, and the demon mask returned to its fixed expression...... He exhaled and shook the unrealistic idea out of his head, and although he was already a Class A criminal wanted by the police, he would still be nervous in the face of Morgan Bank.

But his nervousness was not fear, but ...... Excited!

With $1.5 trillion in total deposits, or 25% of total deposits in the United States, Morgan Bank has far more dollars and gold in its vault than any bank he has robbed before!

"Guys, this is definitely our last order." The man in stockings knocked the steering wheel to the left, "If you succeed, you will get enough wealth to squander your life, and if you fail, you will die or be imprisoned for life." ”

The man in stockings stomped on the accelerator and the pickup truck engine roared!

The man sitting next to the demon instantly turned red, and he took out a submachine gun and stretched out the window to shoot at passers-by, roaring wildly.

A powerful push back sensation came, and the pickup truck accelerated with all its strength by pressing the horn all the way, and crashed into the Morgan Bank on the opposite side with a roar!

The security guard at the gate realized that something was wrong and immediately took up his arms to stop them.

The black man sitting in the co-pilot directly raised his hand and swept the security guard's body full of blood holes.

The pickup truck smashed through the glass door of Morgan Bank, burrowed into the lobby and hit several staff members and waiting customers in succession until it stopped in front of the bank's counter.

The man in stockings opened the door and stepped on a body that had been caught under the car, and he opened fire.

"Distinguished gentlemen and ladies, there is still a chance to survive by squatting down and holding your head......"

Gunfire erupted in the lobby, and the black man and the man in the hood skillfully shot to eliminate the security and staff in the lobby, and at the same time cut off the alarm phone.

The lobby manager had just been talking to a lady, but he saw it and knew what was going on in the bank.

"Cash in the vault, don't hurt my staff and customers......"

Before he could finish speaking, he fell to the ground amid the gunshots, and the man in stockings put down his gun and rushed to the counter to find the key.

"Look at this group of hostages, guard the door!" The man in stockings said at the black man.

The demon followed the man in stockings and the man in the hood through the palatial hall to the warehouse, where he used the key to open the door to the vault.

The door of the vault was wide open, and it was filled with green bills.

The hooded man rushed in first, but suddenly the man in stockings at the door raised his gun and fired, and the 9mm bullet directly pierced his chest, and blood burst out.

The hooded man glanced back behind him, and the hood was printed with an unbelievable expression, and then fell to the ground with a "thud".

"You know, one less person, we can distribute more money...... Of course, the biggest reason is that he should be damned, he actually dared to leave me last time! ”

The man in stockings walked into the warehouse with a canvas bag, he turned around and smiled at the demon while loading the money, "Of course, I won't forget that you drove back to save me last time, you went to kill the silence outside, and we will divide the ...... equally"

Suddenly, his words stopped abruptly, and this time he clearly saw the demon mask and smiled......

Loxia raised his hand, and the man in stockings raised his gun in horror, but it was all over.

The flames spewed like a dragon's breath, and in an instant, the stockings man and the massive amount of dollars were reduced to ashes.

Loxia looked up and smiled at the camera in the corner, and he turned to leave.

By the time he returned to the lobby, he could already hear the sirens in the distance.

"What about them?" The black man with the gun rushed up and asked anxiously.

Lochach pulled out the Browning pistol, "You'll see each other soon." ”

Lochacha opened fire with some rustiness, emptying the magazine. Demons don't use firearms, as anyone knows.

Lothar came slowly to the counter, the area was very tax-paid, the police were dispatched quickly, and the police officers with blast shields had already gotten out of the car and rushed to the door.

Loxia raised her hand and urged the dragon charm again, and the broken glass door was completely melted, and several explosion-proof police officers were blown away and rolled to the ground in flames, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

A pillar of fire flew out again, and the police car that was hit exploded instantly.

"Report to headquarters, we've met a superpower! Request support! Request support! A police officer yelled into the walkie-talkie.

Amid the chaotic screams, Losha reached out and gently tapped the bulletproof glass of the counter, and a female staff member hiding under the table could only walk out under his gaze.

"How can I help? Mr. Demon. "There's no one in New York who doesn't recognize this mask.

He picked up the paper bag on the side and handed it in, he smiled: "Old banknote, no serial number, full, thank you!" ”

Even though it was separated by a layer of solid bulletproof glass, the staff did not dare to disobey the demon's words, so they could only obediently do it......