Playing the Eighth Route Army, the system is forcing this on me?

Yi was staring at the real thing in his arms, feeling numb.

Help!

This isn't a bus to kindergarten, it's a bus to heaven!

What should I do?

What should we do now?

Confess?

Am I just some lousy actor who plays Japanese soldiers?

We absolutely cannot confess!

The two men were shocked to discover that they had not only pulled the wrong person, but that the person they had pulled was a Japanese soldier.

Wouldn't this ignite the patriotic fervor of the thugs?!

When the two turn around, bang bang, two shots will be fired!

What's the difference between being shot dead by a criminal and being shot dead by a SWAT team?!

Will that system be usable?

Yi Zheng opened the system panel: "Grandmaster?"

grey!

The system has determined that the person is not actually in the scene!

what is it now?

In Yi Zheng's brain, countless brain cells and neurons were working at full capacity, trying their best to perform connection calculations.

The brain cells crackled and popped, releasing electricity to the sidelines.

After calculating for a long time, I finally came up with three words.

"???"

No, what kind of answer is this?

Finished!

It's all my fault for being so stupid!

I read novels that require mental storage every day.

Now look what happened! They've been led astray!

Yi Zheng looked down at the real thing in his arms, then looked up at the two brothers in front of him with satisfied smiles.

My brain finally managed to generate a possible prediction.

Later, I'll carry the sprayer and swagger ahead.

The two younger brothers followed behind timidly, holding small pistols.

The three brothers stood right in front of the bank!

Wait for the police to arrive.

It goes without saying which one to kill first!

Thinking of this, Yi Zheng glanced at the small pistols in the two brothers' hands.

"I...I still want the smaller one!"

"Huh? This..."

The two exchanged a glance.

The CPU has obviously started spinning as well.

He didn't want the bigger one.

Does it have to be small?

What strange request is this?

Does this guy, Zheng, have pyromaniac phobia?!

The two of them had the same idea without prior arrangement.

They then nodded to each other in tacit understanding.

next second.

The fat man suddenly pulled out an even longer one from somewhere.

"Brother Zheng, use this, it makes me feel safe!"

What?

Before Yi Zheng could even see what the fat man pulled out, he felt a tube being shoved into his forehead.

A chill ran through him, and he instinctively shrank back, only then realizing what it was.

This thing is entirely green, made of metal, and doesn't even have a stock.

The thing fixed on Yi Zheng's forehead was pointed.

Yi Zheng looked at it from a distance.

Nima!

RPG! ? ? ?

Yi Zheng's brows were so furrowed they looked like they could be wrung out!

No, you two read silly novels sometimes?

Ah, yes, yes, I must have been led astray.

But you two, after watching it, didn't you go back to get your brains back?!

Who's some kind soul who robs a bank with an RPG?!

If I still say no, will they switch to mortars in a bit?

Yi Zheng really couldn't figure out what those two were thinking.

He suddenly remembered that day when he was lying in bed scrolling through his phone.

I came across a video of a major bank robbery.

Did these two brothers steal it?

Is this a case of someone traveling to a neighboring province to commit a series of crimes?

He'd heard that Director Wei's wife was an employee of that bank, and that's why this simpleton Da Chun robbed the bank.

What an incompetent husband!

Hey!

The key is, what if I get caught up in these two's hands today?

I'm no better than my incompetent husband!

Thinking of this, Yi Zheng lowered his head and pressed the rocket launcher against his forehead.

"I'm tired. Let's destroy it..."

The two people in front seemed to have received an order.

Without prior arrangement, Asahi gave a thumbs up.

"Mission accomplished! Second brother, drive!"

"Get out of here!"

Hmm~~~~

The GL8 left a black mark on the ground and sped off towards Jiangcheng Bank!

……

Jiangcheng, at the highway toll station entrance.

A man wearing a baseball cap and a mask, carrying a long, rectangular box, was looking around.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"I'll fucking swear!"

Cough cough cough cough cough!

After coughing a few times, the man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

He looked around and found that this desolate place was in the middle of nowhere.

There wasn't even a taxi.

Immediately, the man took out a phone wrapped in plastic wrap and started making a call.

Ten minutes later, a ride-hailing car stopped in front of the man.

The man coughed a few more times, looked around to make sure no one was following him, and then hurriedly got into the car.

The ride-hailing car then sped off with a burst of acceleration.

The car just left.

At the corner, two Jettas also turned out.

Team Leader Liu sat in the passenger seat, holding a walkie-talkie.

"Eagle, eagle, I am the quail, target has appeared."

"receive."

"Quail, quail, stay close to the target."

"Also, don't name your child Quail next time."

"receive."

The two Jettas stepped on the gas and closely followed the ride-hailing car in front.

After following them for about ten minutes, Captain Liu realized that the other side had a very strong counter-surveillance awareness.

In those ten minutes or so, it seemed like we went to many places, but in reality, we were just going around in circles.

Considering the other party's terrifying anti-tracking capabilities.

Led by Captain Liu, the two Jettas were very experienced and deliberately kept a distance between them.

Finally, at a three-way intersection.

They successfully lost sight of their target.

Team Leader Liu slapped his forehead and exchanged a glance with his colleague.

The two remained silent for two seconds, neither of them speaking.

He just looked helpless.

After a long silence, Captain Liu quietly took out his walkie-talkie.

"Eagle, eagle, this is Toad. Target lost. Please reply upon receipt."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Toad, toad."

"Fuck your mother!"

……