Pacific Bank covers an area not as large as players imagine, but the decoration design inside is quite low-key and luxurious.

Chandeliers are hung on the ceiling, walls and floors are beige, and blinds are open behind the bank counters, which ensure sufficient light without making the teller feel too hot.

The player rushing into the bank's front door is still facing the appearance of a bank employee.

A tall and strong bank black security guard wearing a bulletproof vest with a gun around his waist greeted him enthusiastically after seeing four players, "Hey, good morning guys."

"It's early."

Li Ang, who plays a bank clerk, waved his hand with a smile, and glanced at the corner of his eyes and saw the clock hanging on the wall at the end of the bank hall, 8:55.

Catched up.

So, what about the next phase of the task prompts?

The four players slowed down a little hesitantly. The witch covered her mouth with her fists, pretended to cough, and said in a thin voice like a mosquito: "Maybe we should go behind the bank counter? After all, this is the case to count on work."

It makes sense.

Sunset Molt Gold nodded, looked around, swept around the bank hall, quickly locked the door of the bank teller entering the counter, and walked forward.

Just as he walked to the door and was about to use his skills to open the door, a dull gunshot burst at the bank door.

Bang!

mpsaa-12 automatic shotgun, long-stroke air-guided piston principle, swinging iron lock, open to hit, long-stroke recoil distance, frag-12 high-explosive bomb, within range, injured when it is rubbed, and die when it is touched.

The gunshot sounded 1.57 meters from the door. The shooter was 1.79 tall, holding a gun in both hands, and the muzzle was diagonally upward and left.

This shot is not intended to kill people, but mainly serves as a deterrent.

Bank robber?

Sunset Molt Gold did not turn around, but a series of data information popped up in my mind.

He turned around instinctively, and the breeze whistled in his palm, condensed into a wind ball the size of a glass bead, ready to play out at any time and defend himself.

One hand held his wrist to prevent the wind ball from forming.

"Don't move for now."

Li Ang let go of his hand, raised his arms to the bank door, and in a surrendered posture, signaling that he was not hostile, "Look at the situation before talking about it."

"Everyone, all lie on the ground!!"

Along with the harsh alarm bells in the bank hall, a rough roar sounded at the door.

As players can see, Pacific Bank is robbed.

There were four robbers, all of whom were suits and ties, leather shoes, tie, gloves, guns on their hands, and large black cloth pockets hung around their waists.

Every robber is wearing a rubber hood, and the characters printed on the hood are also very familiar.

Washington, Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt, Lincoln.

Well, it’s exactly the four American presidents on the President Hill in South Dakota.

The robber's voice is a bit familiar inexplicably, and I always feel like I have heard it somewhere.

Li Ang narrowed his eyes and thought silently,

Well... This bank looks quite high-end. Judging from the standing posture and posture of several security guards at the door, they are probably all smart retired veterans. It seems that a gunfight is about to break out this time.

Pick.

In the incredible eyes of the four players, the six gun security guards standing at the door actually unbuttoned the gun bag at the waist with a smile on their faces at the same time.

Naturally, he raised his hands and slowly lay on the ground without any resistance! The surrendering movements were skillful and natural, just like he had practiced countless times.

???

Players were shocked to find that not only the bank security guards, but also the ordinary customers who were handling business in the bank were also skillfully lying on the ground.

Several old ladies with hunched figures and high-end dresses even had the time to lie on the ground and whisper and continue to talk about the news about inheritance taxes, and did not take the vicious bank robbers seriously.

wtf?

The players were confused and the movements of lying on the ground were slightly slower.

The four robbers were obviously prepared, and "Jefferson" shot the alarm clock on the wall,

"Washington" held his gun with a fierce look and rushed towards the players standing out in the crowd, roaring and threatening: "Let's go down! All go down!"

Players with an average level 15 are all cruel people who have traveled through the south and the north, with their hands covered with demon blood.

How could you take it seriously when facing the threat of just ordinary robbers?

"Please don't shoot!"

Li Ang lay down without saying a word and put on the same posture as other bank employees and customers.

The witch, the sunset molten gold and the dusk knight looked at each other, and also imitated Li Ang's appearance and slowly lay down.

"snort."

"Washington" snorted coldly, turned his head with a gun and left. Instead of opening the bank counter, he called "Lincoln" to throw high explosives and walked straight to the end of the bank, looking like he was heading straight to the bank vault.

"The second phase mission goal is not over yet, wait a little longer."

Li Ang said softly to his companion, "By the way, Brother Jin, do you think Washington's voice sounds a little familiar?"

Can you stop calling me Brother Jin? It always sounds a bit weird, like some strange supplement.

Sunset Molt Gold silently complained in her heart and asked softly: "It sounds familiar? Are you saying that this bank robber is also a character in the video game?"

Drop-Woo-

The sirens of the police car from far to near interrupted the conversation between the two players. A black and white police car hit the street light at the bank door very roughly and wildly, and the front cover of the car was smashed to pieces.

But the police officer in the car seemed to have no feeling anything. He kicked open the car door and walked out, held his pistol and pointed it at the bank door, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

Boom boom boom boom!

The sound of continuous collisions rang out. In just five seconds, more than ten police cars were violently parked at the bank entrance.

All police cars were smashed and parked crookedly.

There was even a sound of armed helicopter propellers in the sky.

"Listen to the people inside, you are already surrounded!"

White policeman who got out of the car held a loudspeaker and shouted, "Now drop your weapons immediately and get out of the bank!"

"grass!"

Roosevelt swears and said in a rap-like voice of a young black man: "Why did the note come so quickly?!"

"Don't worry about that much!"

Jefferson said in a hoarse middle-aged man's voice: "Go and help Trevor take out the chariot materials in the vault,

It will be 9:10 soon, and the Death Chariot race will begin.

We have the participating rings and the guides will come and pick us up.”

Trevor? Death Chariot? Competition Ring? Guide?

The four players lying on the ground looked at each other and immediately had a guess in their hearts.

boom!

The dull explosion sounded underground, and soon, Washington and Roosevelt ran over with a heavy metal box.

"Fuck! I got it!"

The robber wearing a Washington hood pulled off the hood, revealing a slightly bald, ferocious middle-aged man's face.
Chapter completed!