Central District, City Bank headquarters building.
The bodies of several security guards were lying at the entrance of the hall on the first floor. As they walked in, there were also a few night-shift workers, lobby managers, and salesmen. All of them were lying on the ground without exception.
Each of them had more or less bullet holes on their bodies. The blood that flowed out dyed the floor they were lying on red.
This cold building was filled with the strangeness and Horror Of Death.
"Crash! " The sound of bags being dragged on the ground came from the corner.
A few masked men were walking out of an explosion-proof door in an orderly manner. Each of them had two huge black luggage bags in their hands.
The bags were too heavy and could not be carried. They could only be pushed on the ground.
Zhao Chongbin, who was wearing the laughing Buddha mask, was watching from the side with his head tilted.
He had a gun belt hanging around his neck. His left hand was pressed on the end of a rifle. He held the handle of the rifle with one hand and leisurely paced back and forth in this small space.
His clothes were stained with blood and were extremely filthy.
Obviously, he had just experienced a massacre.
Riots broke out in four districts of Rao city at the same time, and all of them were arranged by him.
He had participated in the massacre in one of the districts, and he had used up all of the 500 bullets he had brought with him. As for how many people he had killed... ...
He had not counted, nor had he thought of counting.
After he had killed enough, he had left ahead of time and came to the headquarters of this bank in the city center.
This was the largest bank in Rao city, and it was under the direct jurisdiction of the state. The entire circulation of money in Rao city had to pass through here.
In short, this bank was the largest vault in Rao city.
The other purpose of creating so many riots at the same time was to attract the attention of the police, so that they could be busy saving people and panic.
At this time, no matter how stealthily Zhao Chongbin came to rob the bank, it would naturally be much smoother.
Moreover, even if the police found out, the manpower they could send over would be very few.
"BOSS, the vault has been emptied. Not a single gold bar was left with them! " A minion wearing a monkey mask reported excitedly.
Most of the people who could hang out with Zhao Chongbin were not normal.
Zhao Chongbin looked at the money bags that were constantly being loaded onto the truck, then looked down at his watch.
Looking at the time, Yan Jun was about to come back.
He waited for all the money bags to be loaded onto the truck before he said, "let's go. "
"Yes, BOSS! " Monkey nodded. Just as he was about to get into the truck with Zhao Chongbin, he caught a glimpse of a bank staff member who was not completely dead and was slowly crawling on the ground.
"F * CK! " After cursing, monkey raised his gun and fired a few shots at the back of the employee.
"THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! " After a few sounds, the employee's body was convulsed by the huge penetrating force. His blood splattered for a meter or two before he finally stopped breathing.
Zhao Chongbin turned around to take a look. His gaze was cold and emotionless. "remember to be more efficient next time. "
He was like an experienced teacher, teaching his disciple diligently.
"Yes! " Monkey's tone was filled with respect and admiration, as if Zhao Chongbin was the god in his life.
Hearing this, Zhao Chongbin nodded his head in satisfaction and then got on the car.
There was a convoy of two inconspicuous Volkswagen cars, one in front and one behind. In the middle was a small truck with a certain fresh milk distribution advertisement printed on it.
They passed through a few small alleys and blended into the somewhat crowded streets before disappearing into the vast sea of people.