Out of habit, Hu Yi always wanted to use the gun in his hand to solve problems, especially issues of life and death, so he lost himself in killing.
At the critical moment, the vulgar mule pointed out the key to the problem to him: those gold bars were the source of death but also the chance of survival.
Before Hu Yi was about to start a fight, the shrewd Su Qing stopped him. Only Su Qing could stop him from exploding. Xiao Hongying always said behind her back that she was a "fox spirit". Now Hu Yi felt that this description was very appropriate. Of course, he couldn't bear to call her this nickname.
As she predicted, the masked robbers finally couldn't hold back any longer. They wanted to break out, more urgently than anyone else in the bank. This was the sequelae of their wealth. Although they couldn't trust anyone anymore with the yellow croaker in their pockets, they still sent out messengers to seek cooperation in the breakout.
They thought that the big, dumb Zhu Bajie was the leader of the special forces, so they extended an olive branch to him, but the answer they got was: "I have long seen through the world, what joy is there in life, what do I want in death? I will be a fool if I die here! No one can persuade me."
After much hesitation, they sent people to seek the opinions of the "black dogs". Although there were only two black dogs left, they had personally experienced their fighting ability and had never seen one that could shoot so well. They were quite fierce. At the beginning, three of them could beat them so hard that they could not even get out of the way. However, the gloomy black dog did not say a word, which was the answer.
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All the masked men stopped at the back door of the bank, some with bulging pockets, some with bags slung over their shoulders, and in the dim light, they exchanged final blessings with their eyes, pulled out their guns, and their breathing became more and more rapid, as they risked their wealth and glory. They felt that those idiots who stayed in the bank waiting to die were pathetic, not knowing that some people looked at them in the same way, and with a sinister implication.
"After we get out, we'll climb over the opposite wall, and you'll climb over the right wall. Let's see which side has better luck! Are you all ready?"
The heavy door bolts began to ring, and the light expanded horizontally, clearly showing the frightened but also excited eyes of each person covered by the black scarf. They filed out one after another and rushed towards the long-awaited sunshine.
The gunfire rang out again.
Some people were shot, some were howling, and as bodies fell from the wall, some were running desperately or continuing to climb.
However, all the windows on the second floor of the bank did not provide any fire support. Hu Yi said that there were not many bullets left and warned everyone to save them for when he could break out.
The pigs hiding against the wall inside the window didn't even have the interest to stick their heads out to look. They could tell how sad the scene outside was just by the cries and screams. The masked men were being beaten into sieves, falling on the road to wealth, and continuing to struggle unwillingly.
Soon, the gunshots stopped, as if just a rain cloud passed by.
After a moment's silence, another sound was heard, which sounded like tearing, followed by a chaotic sound of footsteps.
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At the foot of the wall, detectives were fighting and snatching from each other beside the corpse. The bag was finally torn, and there was a crisp sound of falling. Small yellow croakers fell into a large pool of blood. The gold stained blood was particularly bright, and the people who came over were stunned.
In the alley, a policeman hurried into an empty corner, dropped his gun and desperately dug on the ground, then looked back in panic to make sure that his colleagues were not paying attention, then took out a few small yellow croakers from his pocket and put them into the pit on the ground, and buried them hastily. You can't carry this thing on your body, because the idiot superiors will come to confiscate it sooner or later.
Each small yellow croaker weighs one or two ounces. God knows how much French currency one can be exchanged for in the ever-changing market. The small pit has been filled and leveled, but the police are still worried. They are handling it carefully, restoring the ground to the same level as the surrounding area. He is a little overwhelmed by excitement and swallows hard. He can't believe that he can go to brothels every day in the future. He swears that he will first buy a big pipe with jade inlaid on it, which will taste good!
Some people think differently, and think it is safer to keep the gold bars on themselves, but the superiors will come to confiscate them sooner or later, and it seems that various superiors have begun to come to confiscate them now. They were not there during the battle, but now they have all popped up like ghosts, fighting on the front line; so, with infinite longing for a better future, he slipped away like a rat, climbing over walls, passing through holes in the courtyard, and moving hurriedly and cautiously, and it looked like he was breaking through.
Only those who have a future know how precious life is. This world is not fair at all.
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Jin Chunxiu walked around the gold cellar, looked at the open large empty metal box at the bottom of the cellar, and looked at the dead body of the shopkeeper at the entrance of the cellar. Finally, she left the office and walked towards the stairs, humming a song. In such a situation, as one of the shareholders of Xiulong Money House, her behavior was really shocking. The more you look at her, the more she looks like a psychopath. Even Hu Yi couldn't understand. Her plan, which was unknown to others, had failed. How could this strange woman still be happy
Holding up the hem of her skirt, she walked steadily up to the second floor and returned to the conference room. She went to the corner and took a closer look at the unlucky new boss who was unconscious in the chair. His blood had almost been drained out and he was about to die. Jin Chunxiu looked very satisfied and started humming the obscene tune again.
Xiao Hongying, who was always insensitive to such scenes, couldn't help but sniff: "It's too ugly! Can you please stop humming?"
Jin Chunxiu smiled at her: "I'm in a good mood. I donated all my gold bars. I won't die this time and don't have to run for my life with that ugly guy." Then she went straight to the long table, found a chair, sat down with her legs crossed, and took out her small file to start trimming her nails that had been damaged due to absent-mindedness, meticulously and attentively.
Now, in this conference room, apart from the unlucky boss who was about to become a corpse in the corner, there were only Jin Chunxiu and Xiao Hongying. The other shareholders went to the first floor to stay with all the hostages. Xiao Hongying scratched the back of her head, leaned behind Jin Chunxiu, and asked, "You mean... not to escape with everyone?"
Jin Chunxiu didn't answer, but said to himself: "I guess... that Black Impermanence should be named 'Ba'; as for that Zhu Bajie... that damn Rangers, he's just a random bandit. But what I don't understand is... Little Hoof, what's your last name?"
The little braid shook when he heard that: "Ah? My last name is... Gao?"
"Bah! You are so fake. I think you are planning to leave me behind and run away with them, right?"
"How could I... Okay, I said my last name is 'Ba' too, do you believe me?"
With a sigh, she suddenly said earnestly: "Girl, if you are still alive, don't forget to send me a message... Get out! You heartless thing!"
Jin Chunxiu did not look back and continued to trim her nails, listening to the kitten-like footsteps gradually moving away from her. It seemed to stop at the door for a moment, and then continued to move away. The room returned to silence, with only drops of blood in the corner occasionally hitting the floor.
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Outside the encirclement of the money house, in a room, a policeman and a man dressed as a waiter were leaning on the windowsill and staring anxiously at the building of the money house. The waiter was Jin Chunxiu's waiter, named Zhang San.
After a burst of hurried footsteps, another policeman ran in. The two at the window turned around and asked anxiously, "What's the situation?"
"All those who surrendered were killed on the spot, but Jin Ma was not there, she's still inside!" The man who came in took off his police hat, wiped his sweaty forehead, and said, "But... those robbers just broke out from the back, and it is said that they dropped a lot of 'small yellow croakers' all over the alley. Now, our efforts are in vain, and all the money goes to those losers!"
The policeman at the window was glared at the news: "What? This..."
Zhang San also blinked in surprise for a while, and suddenly asked: "Are there any 'big yellow croaker'?"
"It seems... that there is no big...
After pondering for a while, Zhang San raised his head again: "Let's wait a little longer. You two must take over the task of cleaning up the scene afterwards!"
The two policemen were puzzled.
"Now I'm not afraid to tell you that Jin Ma never counted on those rubbish. They were just a cover. To prevent any unexpected events, this bank has two cellars, with a hidden cellar underneath the open cellar. Ordinary shareholders only look at the accounts. There are only two people who know about such trivial matters, one is the bank's boss, and the other is the bank's manager. I guess they can't walk out of the bank alive!"
The two policemen stared at Zhang San's sinister smile in a daze, and could not help but begin to look forward to a happy future... (To be continued.)