Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

The robbers continued shooting without saying a word. Everyone in the bank, even the cleaners passing by, would become their targets and be hit by several bullets.

This also let the manager on duty know that they were not ordinary robbers. They communicated with each other in Irish, so they must be Irish.

Are the Irish the only ones who dare to rob this bank?

In the underworld, who doesn't know that this bank is the Italians' treasury?

At the same time, it means that his life has entered the countdown. These guys will not let go of those cleaning ladies, and they will never let go of himself.

Once he opened the safe, he would be executed immediately.

If you resist now, there is a high probability that you will be beaten to death.

He and Benjamin had the same ending.

However, his life was truly in Benjamin's hands.

And Benjamin's life.

But it was held in the hand of Fisk who was watching the show outside.

Fisk sat in his car outside.

His eyes were fixed on the bank in the distance.

Faint gunshots were heard from a distance.

However, there was no police car, and a member of an Italian gang came here.

Even the passers-by seemed not to hear the faint sound of gunfire.

It seemed as if no one knew what happened inside the bank.

But only Fisk knew that this was just his own psychological effect.

Less than two minutes had passed since Benjamin and the others entered.

According to the New York City Police Department's average estimate.

It takes at least three minutes for the police to arrive at the scene.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Two points thirty-six, two points thirty-seven.

Suddenly, a dense crowd of figures appeared on the street corner in the distance.

He was an Italian man wearing a black suit and holding a pistol.

Sure enough, just as the legend goes, their speed is faster than the police from the 20th Police Station which is the nearest to here!

"Drive, signal."

Fisk patted Lester on the shoulder.

The car suddenly drove away, and at the same time, a truck with fresh and frozen food printed on it crashed into the Italian team. Three or four Italians failed to dodge in time and were knocked away, and more Italians were crushed under the car.

These tall gangsters successfully used their own flesh and blood to prop up the wheels, making it difficult for the truck to move forward at all. The rear wheels continued to rub against the ground, making a harsh noise, and white smoke rose from the ground as the wheels turned.

Then, the muzzle of the gun, spewing flames, pierced through the cab.

The bullet was fired from the inside out.

It was as if the Italian mafia was all knocked unconscious.

Only after more than a dozen gang members had been killed did they launch a panicked counterattack.

But the front of the refrigerated truck was very high, and a thick steel plate was installed on the engine of the front truck. At such a close distance, the Italian gangsters had to look up and raise their hands to shoot.

But this also meant that they were unable to conduct effective shooting. The bullets either hit too high or too low, either hitting the air directly or hitting the hood of the car that was equipped with bulletproof steel plates.

And, during the time when the two sides were exchanging fire, Benjamin and his men had already obtained what they wanted...Perhaps, the Italians were overconfident in their own bank, and they actually packed the cash in bags and threw them in the center of the vault.

This saved the robbers a lot of trouble.

The robbers opened fire in their raid through the bank's front door.

Bullets once again plundered the entire Italian mafia.

The ground was filled with corpses at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was not until this time that the sound of a police car was finally heard in the distance.

Bag after bag of money was methodically dumped into the refrigerated truck.

And the body that got stuck in the tire.

It was also moved away.

The refrigerated truck quickly turned around and left.

However, not all the robbers got on the bus.

The refrigerated truck couldn't hold so many people, so the robbers who didn't get on the truck had to split up and leave.

Because of the plan that had been made beforehand, the evacuation was not chaotic.

Before the police arrived, they disappeared without a trace.

The manager on duty covered his chest and sat down at the counter trembling.

A dagger was thrust into his lung.

He didn't dare breathe hard, for fear of sucking blood into his lungs.

The wound looks very scary, but people who know the matter can tell at a glance that the wound is not as scary as imagined.

As long as the dagger is not pulled out, there will be no danger to life in the short term!

However, as the blood flowed out of the wound little by little.

His face became paler and paler.

Consciousness gradually blurred.

I don't even know how I ended up in the ambulance.

But he kept repeating a name.

"Benjamin!"

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Chief George arrived at the scene as soon as possible.

He was only a few minutes behind the first police officer to arrive.

As soon as he arrived at the scene, he noticed the bodies that had been separated and placed in the distance.

They were not bank staff in uniform, but gang members in black suits.

The moment he learned that this bank was robbed, he realized it was another damn gang fight.

With a gloomy face, he dialed a number while sitting in the police car.

However, this number could not be dialed.

An empty number is displayed.

George Stacy's face became even uglier.

The woman on the other end of the line was called Ophelia.

It was this woman that the mayor asked him to meet, who said she was a lobbyist hired by the Mexicans.

Mayor, you need the votes of Mexican immigrants and workers.

And this woman also wanted to put forward some conditions.

In order to cover up his tracks and also to help his old boss.

He chose the same airship restaurant where he proposed to his wife.

But who would have thought that these damn Mexicans would dare to use explosives in Hell's Kitchen!

This made the mayor very angry.

He called for military support directly and cleared all Mexican territories.

This also led to a complete breakdown of the negotiations.

Looking at the bodies of Italians all over the ground, I remembered the condescending expression of that woman.

He didn't know why, but he subconsciously thought that this matter was related to that woman, so he made this call.

The phone number is no longer in service and there is no way to confirm it.

But it further strengthened his judgment that this matter was definitely inextricably linked to the Mexicans.

However, the phone call is not going through now, so even if he has suspicions, he has no evidence.

More police arrived at the scene, and Italian reinforcements finally arrived.

The leader was a middle-aged man around forty years old.

He looked like he had just rushed in from a cocktail party. He was wearing unique clothes, the bow on his neck was a little messy, and there was even a red lipstick mark at the corner of his mouth.

His expression was calm, as if the bodies lying on the ground were not those of Italians, but some insignificant thugs. It was not until he heard that the 30 million US dollars had been stolen that his expression changed completely.

This money is payment for goods, used to pay Mexicans for goods.

The money was originally intended to be shipped to Canada, then traded with Mexicans for drugs and shipped back to Europe.

Now the Mexicans have prepared the drugs, but they don't have the payment... US dollars are easy to trace. In order to ensure that the transaction goes well, these are all old US dollars!

The latest ones were produced ten years ago.

Those who are interested just want to investigate.

There is no way to trace the whereabouts of these US dollars.

George Stacy suddenly heard a noise outside.

He frowned and looked out as the Italian tried to get into the bank.

However, according to the rules, the bank will be blocked until all the details are clarified.

He got out of the police car.