My dream connects to three thousand years later.

Chapter 3 I bet your gun isn't loaded.
The dog-headed man glanced at the tiger-headed man, who then naturally spoke up, "Big A, Big B! So, let's proceed according to the original plan."

"understand!"

The two nodded, and then began to take hostages, just like any other robber, shouting loudly to the outside world.

What they said was perfectly normal: ask the police for a steam transport vehicle! Let them take the hostages! And escape safely with the money!

Then, the man with the dog-headed head went to a meeting room in the bank and pried open the exhaust pipe with two loud bangs.

"You stay too!" The dog-headed man glanced at the tiger-headed man, then at Chu Zhu, hesitating. "What about you..."

"I'll bring my own bag with you!" Chu Zhu said decisively.

“…Alright!” The dog-headed man was still a little hesitant, but considering that the other party was paying, he looked at the tiger-headed man and said, “So, you just need to stall for time! In the end, you can choose to leave the money somewhere to lure them away and hold out until we cause trouble on the other side, forcing them to send some people to our side.”

The dog-headed leader never imagined that he could successfully escape with the bank's cash and gold bars.

What he wanted to earn was the huge reward promised by B2.

How much money can you rob from a bank?

Not to mention, after the robbery, money laundering would be even more difficult. Besides the gold, the banknotes all had verification codes. Under the supervision of those ancient artifacts controlled by the authorities, large-scale money laundering would be unimaginably difficult...

The compensation offered by B2 visa holders is different; it's something that can actually be spent in the community.

"Big C, you're coming with us!" With that, the dog-headed man disappeared into the ventilation duct. Big C, wearing a bear-head mask, followed closely behind, with Chu Zhu bringing up the rear.

The man with the tiger-headed head managed to reinstall the pried-open fan blades. After mentally estimating that the others had climbed far away, he pulled out his pistol, fired a shot at the fan blades, reloaded, and then fired a few more shots at other locations in the living room as a crude cover.

Then, the man with the tiger-headed head took a deep breath and walked back into the bank lobby.

The ventilation ducts were extensive, connecting directly to the second floor of the adjacent building. The back of the building wasn't yet sealed off, so they could simply jump out of the second-floor window. After all, the three of them hadn't brought much with them!

Once seated in the pre-arranged carriage, the dog-headed man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He removed his mask, revealing a somewhat simple and honest face. He looked just like an old farmer!
The bear-headed man also took off his bear mask, revealing a true appearance resembling a certain Conan character's vodka.

Under their sharp gazes, Chu Zhu calmly removed her fox mask and looked them over with interest, appearing completely confident.

The dog-headed man stared intently at Chu Zhu for a moment before looking away. He then unbuttoned his outer garment and put on another set of clothes provided in the carriage. As he dressed, he said, "Alright, B2, the item is in your hands! The mission fee should be settled..."

"Aren't you curious about what this is?" Chu Zhu asked casually. "Zhang Kun."

"Curious? Heh, I've lived this long and I've come to understand one thing perfectly... In this world, the more curious a person is, the faster they die!" The dog-headed man's voice remained unchanged.

This wasn't to say he wasn't surprised Chu Zhu knew his identity... it's just that B2 had demonstrated incredibly sharp intelligence-gathering abilities during their previous interactions. Even if he knew... well, he still found it hard to accept, but what could he do? He hadn't received the money yet! He'd just have to make do!

“You’ll be curious,” Chu Zhu said slowly. He unfolded the map and pointed it at the left window. Sunlight filtered through the thin black gauze, casting hidden routes on the map. “Because the end of the map is where Zhang Xun finally died!”

The dog-headed man remained expressionless, a hint of doubt even appearing in his eyes. However, the bear-headed man suddenly lunged towards Chu Zhu with a loud bang.

"Honestly! Didn't you even think about why I dared to tell you this here?" Chu Zhu sighed, suddenly turned around in mid-air, and lashed out with a whip kick, hitting Da C directly on the cheek, sending him crashing into the carriage seat with a thud.

The dog-headed man's face turned sinister. Taking advantage of the moment, he pulled out a gun from behind him and pointed it at Chu Zhu. "Checkmate!"

"Excuse me." Chu Zhu calmly straightened her clothes, then gently wiped her feet on the fabric of her shirt, which was currently upside down with her buttocks sticking out. She said confidently, "I bet your gun is empty! Oh no, wrong channel, I mean you can't shoot."

Dog-headed man: "?"

The dog-headed man's face was a mixture of disbelief, mockery, and speechlessness. "I want information from you, not to kill you! But, not to shoot? Heh, there's no one around here..."

The dog-headed man fell silent because he saw Chu Zhu smilingly make a shushing gesture.

In that moment of bewilderment, he saw through the dark gauze window of the carriage's back door that several men dressed in black Zhongshan suits emerged from a corner about thirty meters away.

They first scanned their surroundings to make sure no one was around, then walked to the window they had jumped out of earlier and whispered to each other for a moment.

The rear window of the carriage was veiled in thin black gauze, not enough to completely prevent those inside from seeing what was happening outside... but it effectively prevented those outside from seeing inside. In Chu Zhu's eyes, was it this world's version of one-way mirror glass?

Finally, after everyone finished their conversation, they all looked up and glanced at the open window.

The man in the lead nodded expressionlessly, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body, as soft as cotton, rose into the air and landed silently on the second floor.

The others followed suit. The last one, rubbing his hair in exasperation, muttered, "I can't fly... Honestly! I want to do a mission too."

"However..." The last person looked very young, not even twenty years old, with a childlike face and fuzzy hair.

He glanced around and quickly noticed the carriage. Although the back of the carriage faced him directly, so he couldn't see the left and right sides or even know if anyone was driving, the horse snorted, which caught his attention.

"Someone's here..." the young man asked as he walked over. However, before he could finish speaking, Chu Zhu casually pulled out the whip that was next to the rider's seat and lashed it across the horse's rump.

"shelf!"

The two horses were startled and charged forward, neighing loudly. The entire carriage shot off like an arrow, clanging and rattling.

(End of this chapter)