The criminals were true professionals. They even carried an RPG.
In less than five seconds, a second rocket missile hit the armored car again, blowing it up into a gigantic fireball.
Luke cursed in his heart. The criminals turned out to have more than one RPG.
At that moment, Dustin called him. "Hey, Luke, how's it going on your end?"
Luke said, "Boss, you better tell the commander here what you know about the criminals. A SWAT team just charged in the moment they came. Several men and an armored car have been wiped out."
Dustin was stunned for a moment. "What?"
Luke said, "Just now, those people shot the police's armored car with RPGs and turned it into a big fireball."
Dustin gasped. "Where are the terrorists from?"
Luke shook his head. "No, boss, they're here for money. They're not terrorists."
