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In the morning, there was chaos inside a bank in New York.

Looking at these armed robbers, panic appeared on almost everyone's face.

Of course, not everyone here was scared. Kevin observed the expressions of everyone in the bank.

Besides himself, there was another man at the scene who was also fearless. His right hand subconsciously reached for his waist. He was most likely a gangster who came here to do the same business as himself.

"Hurry up and take the money away, be quick." Kevin put his hands on his head and huddled together with a group of hostages, praying in his heart.

He was not worried at all about the loss of his money after it was stolen. After all, this was not stealing his money, it was a slap in the face of the mutants.

If this group of people were allowed to go unpunished, this bank affiliated with the Brotherhood would have no credibility at all.

To make a living and do long-term business, you need credibility. Even terrorists have to be honest. If they say they will kill an entire family, they will not leave out a single one.

Kevin was certain that once the robbers walked out of the bank, the mutants who felt offended would be able to find them that night, and after crushing them to dust, they would return all the stolen money.

So, at this moment, he actually hoped that this group of young people would quickly grab the money and get out of here, so that the matter could be resolved more smoothly.

"Hurry up, take out all the cash bills in the bank immediately, cooperate with us and don't press the alarm, otherwise I will kill you." The robber pointed a submachine gun at the counter and threatened.

Just as the robber was speaking, gunshots rang out in the bank, causing screams.

The security guard who wanted to pull out a gun and fight back in the dark was immediately shot several times and fell to the ground. The robber who fired the shot also covered his bleeding waist and wailed.

"Scott." Seeing his companion being shot, the robber who had pointed a gun at the customer service representative shouted in worry, and then hurried to surround him. He didn't even take the money but was nervously concerned about his companion's current injury.

"Aris, go ask the customer service to open the safe inside. We don't have much time." The robber who was guarding the hostage urged.

"I won't rob you of your money anymore. Come on, I'll take you to the hospital now." The robber Aris didn't listen at all but supported Scott and said.

"Don't worry about me, go and steal the money. My injury is not fatal, and money is more important." The robber covered his wound in pain and urged.

Kevin:'...'

Kevin, who was watching the whole process, was stunned. How could he encounter such a weirdo? Brother, this is a bank robbery. Are they acting as the lead in a drama movie? Are they going to rob the money or not?

After some hesitation, these people finally started to rob the bank step by step. On one hand, they held the bank manager hostage to open the vault, and on the other hand, they went to rob the cash at the counter.

But seeing the other party's reckless actions, Kevin blood pressure rose. He saw that the robber in front of the counter was so defenseless that he took away all the deposited cash at once.

You should know that some banks will set up trigger alarms under the cash on the counter in order to call the police immediately after a robbery. Therefore, experienced gangs usually put a few pieces of paper under the cash when withdrawing money.

Now, needless to say, the police station has received news from these idiots and is ready to dispatch the police.

Here, several robbers still knew nothing about the situation. Under the guidance of the manager, they opened the vault and looked at the vault full of cash, gold, bills, and piles of valuables with shining eyes.

Little did they know that the valuables in the vault were all goods deposited by various gangs. Robbing the vault now would be equivalent to directly offending half of the New York underworld. The last person who dared to do this couldn't even find a decent organ left on his body.

Sure enough, just as these people were running around for money, after a series of stupid actions by these people, in less than three minutes, before they could fill the sacks with money, a burst of urgent sirens sounded outside the bank, and seven or eight police cars surrounded the place on the spot.

"Boss, we're surrounded by the police." A robber said in panic.

"Damn it! Didn't they say the police would hold a press conference today? How come they came so soon?" the robber leader said angrily.

"Fuck..." Kevin, who was hiding in the crowd, rolled his eyes. He wondered why this group of people chose this time to take action, and it turned out it was because of this reason.

Although he was addicted to fitness during this period and didn't know about the press conference, he knew with his brain that if the boss held a press conference, his office workers would have a holiday?

The entire New York City is more than 1,000 square kilometers, with a total of 77 police stations and more than 30,000 regular police officers. What on earth are these people thinking? Don't they do any research?

This is no longer an amateur team. In addition to their skilled shooting and strong bodies, Kevin suspects that their brains have been occupied by muscles.

At this moment, Kevin had completely resigned himself to his fate and just squatted aside watching the six or seven robbers perform their show.

Anyway, with his current physical condition, if he didn't want to be exposed, he could kill these people in minutes. He is not afraid at all.

"People inside, come out. You are surrounded. Put down your weapons and surrender." The police outside shouted inside with a loudspeaker. The repeated urging made the faces of the robbers gloomy.

"Brother, what should we do?" A robber's face behind the mask was extremely pale.

"Talk to them and ask them to prepare a van for us, and then we will leave here with the hostages." The robber leader said so, looking at the customer squatting in the corner, and he fell in love with Kevin at first sight.

"You, come here!" The leader pointed a submachine gun at Kevin.

"Me?" Kevin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that there was anything he could do, but he still got up and walked out obediently.

"Yes, you will be a hostage. You will stand at the door and make demands to them later. We will point guns at you from behind and shoot if you dare to run around." The leader looked at Kevin face and said affirmatively.

"Oh." Kevin nodded. It's just being a hostage.

At the same time, on a certain building in Times Square in New York, reporters from various newspapers gathered. They looked at Director George on the stage with their cameras and equipment and asked one question after another, each one with underlining traps on them.

Because he was aware of the nature of these media and had memorized the script last night, he answered fluently. But the next moment, the deputy director ran up from the side in a panic and whispered a few words quickly in George's ear.

"What, the blue shell Bank in New York was also robbed?" George confirmed with a little hesitation.

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the reporters in the audience lit up instantly.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Countless reporters pressed the shutter of their cameras, and with the dazzling light, the panicked image of the director and deputy director on the stage was immediately recorded.