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Chapter 232 "Ten Billion? We robbed that much money?"

"You? Who are you?"

"He is an FBI agent."

"Oh right, we also have a note here."

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In the pitch-black darkness, no one noticed Luo Xia taking off his sunglasses, let alone recognizing his familiar face that had been featured on the news so many times it was practically worn out.

Seeing the awkward situation where everyone was discussing but no one exclaimed his identity, Luo Xia lowered his head and coughed lightly. When he looked up again, his tone had become calm and firm:
"Everyone take cover! That guy named Deren is behind a stone pillar on the second floor, firing in short bursts with an HK USP pistol fitted with a silencer."

He stopped wasting words with the group.

Given the character of these "robbers" and "hostages," they could easily ramble on about any topic for ages.

The police were probably close to the street corner, and Luo Xia didn't want to be searched and questioned again, which would only cause more trouble.

Upon hearing this, the scene immediately descended into chaos.

Only then did everyone realize that the assassin was lurking on the second floor, and they frantically rushed towards the cover they remembered.

For a moment, the sound of footsteps was chaotic and thunderous, and cries of pain from crashing into tables, chairs and counters could be heard from the darkness.

Seeing their panicked and desperate attempts to escape, as if they wished they had more legs, Luo Xia shook his head with amusement.

"call out--"

Another bullet struck him squarely between the eyebrows.

But this time, Rorschach didn't passively dodge.

With a flick of his wrist, a silver M1911 appeared in his palm.

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet shot through the air!

On the second floor, Deren, wearing night vision goggles, suddenly narrowed his pupils.

His bullet was intercepted mid-air by Rorschach's bullet, exploding into a cluster of sparks!
"What the f*ck?!"

Deren was so shocked he almost fell down the stairs.

Through his night-vision goggles, Rorschach could not only easily dodge more than a dozen deadly shots in the dark, but now he could even shoot bullets with bullets!
Wait, where did this guy get a gun?
Are these robbers so unprofessional that they didn't even bother to search the hostages?!

Dren gave up the fight, glared fiercely at the hiding robbers one last time, picked up his gun, and turned to flee.

That monster can block bullets in blind spots, only an idiot would fight it head-on!

But this FBI agent named Logan Goodman looks increasingly familiar and creepy.
"dong dong dong"

The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from the second floor.

Unfortunately, if Dren had chosen to run away from the beginning, he might have been the first to escape.

But now that they've already opened fire on Rorschach, how could they possibly escape so easily?

"boom--!"

A bullet struck him precisely in the sole of his foot!
“F--k!!!”

Deren let out a pig-like scream and lost his balance, falling forward.

Then two more bullets came whistling through the air!

The blow to the knee shattered his patella instantly, sending him tumbling down the stairs like a broken sack.

Rorschach twirled his pistol with an air of nonchalance, whistling as he leisurely searched for the power switch.

For him, dealing with such minor characters was no more difficult than solving a primary school math problem.

A few dozen seconds later, the power was switched back on, and the blinding light instantly illuminated the entire bank lobby.

Before the hiding crowd could react, a humanoid mass of flesh, groaning incessantly, was thrown down from the second floor.

Then, Luo Xia put his sunglasses back on and gracefully leaped from the second floor, landing steadily in front of everyone.

When the gunfire stopped, everyone cautiously poked their heads out.

When everyone saw the fat man on the ground with a bruised and swollen face, they were all stunned.

"Watfak? How could it be him?!"

"He's the notorious thief, Deren?!"

"Damn it, this guy looks just like that pedophile clown who sells balloons in the neighborhood!"

Neither the robbers nor the hostages were afraid anymore; they all gathered around to look at the disheveled, bald, fat man.

Who would have thought that the "legendary thief" Deren, who is described by everyone as a god, is actually a bald bank manager!
In their imagination, Dren should be a tough guy who is over 1.85 meters tall, weighs over 200 pounds, has a scar on his face, and smokes a cigar.

But this one in front of me...
"Son of a bitch has completely ruined my illusions about legendary thieves." Peanut Butter stepped forward and kicked him.

Deren immediately let out a pig-like scream, his face contorted, completely losing any semblance of his former gangster boss demeanor.

"Looks like this list of notorious thieves isn't all that great. The top 100 are all this kind of scum. I bet the top few are all duds too."

"Yeah, but we have to rule out Rorschach Butcher. That guy isn't some kind of trash. He's a real tough guy, a damn badass!"

Not only the robbers, but the bank staff were also dumbfounded.

No one could have imagined that this manager, who had been parachuted in from Europe and worked there for a few months, was actually a notorious international thief.

Of course, the main reason is that Dren's appearance is too deceptive.

At that moment, Dren, who was lying on the ground like an old dog with both legs shot, suddenly had an epiphany when he heard the Peanut Butcher brothers mention "Rorschach".

The fat old man suddenly raised his trembling finger, his blood-stained lips about to utter Luo Xia's true identity—

"boom!!!"

Gunshots rang out.

The bullet pierced his forehead precisely, sealing away the unspoken truth forever.

Luo Xia didn't want such a good-for-nothing to expose him in public, besides...
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"

The sirens outside were already clearly audible.

The patrolling police finally discovered the bank's anomaly, arriving much late after more than half an hour.

Luo Xia casually tossed the gun to the two groups of robbers who were standing there dumbfounded, shrugged and laughed, "What are you still standing there for? Didn't you hear the sirens? If you don't leave now, it'll be too late."

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Several people looked at each other.

They had assumed that Rorschach, having obtained the gun, would arrest them immediately.

After all, in those few dozen seconds of darkness, before anyone could figure out what was going on, Rorschach had already completely subdued Deren. Their group was clearly no match for him.

The Peanut Butter Brothers were the first to react, and immediately bowed ninety degrees to Rorschach to express their gratitude.

They each grabbed a dozen or so stacks of banknotes and rushed toward the bank's back door without looking back.

According to the information in the fax, during the security system upgrade, only the back door can be used to leave with a password.

The only thing to do now is to escape before the police can complete the encirclement.

The three robbers at the vault seemed much more relaxed, as if they were very confident in escaping capture.

"You're just going to let us go like this?" the black leader asked, confirming.

"Otherwise what?" Rorschach spread his hands. "I have no grudge against you, and besides..."

He winked mischievously, "You're not stealing my money, so why are you so upset?"

The black leader nodded solemnly, then suddenly raised his hand and lightly punched Rorschach's shoulder: "Thanks, Bro. If you ever have any problems you can't handle, just come to me."

He leaned close to Luo Xia's ear and whispered a series of numbers.

After hearing this, Luo Xia's expression turned somewhat strange.

Was this guy just punching his own arm?

And this black guy actually told him to go to him if he had any problems he couldn't solve.
Luo Xia smiled and didn't say anything more.

The three men, each carrying bulging money bags, prepared to leave. Suddenly, the Jewish man stopped, looking Rorschach up and down suspiciously. "Wait... are you really FBI agent? Logan Goodman? Is that your real name?"

Luo Xia scratched his head helplessly. Why did these guys suddenly become so wary before leaving?

He casually pulled his sunglasses down and winked at the three of them:
"Now you recognize who I am?"

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The three of them froze on the spot, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Holy—Shit!!!"

The previously composed robbers were suddenly terrified, running wildly towards the back door as if they had seen a ghost, as if a vengeful spirit was chasing them. They didn't even bother to pick up the money that had fallen out of the bag.

Rorschach put his sunglasses back on, turned around, and shrugged at the stunned crowd:

"They seem to be in a hurry."

Half an hour later.

The entire bank was surrounded by dozens of police officers who had set up a cordon and were carefully examining the scene.

Reporters, having caught wind of the news, crowded in front of the gate, setting up their long lenses and microphones, vying to capture the first-hand footage.

The NYPD's response time was indeed ridiculously slow this time, but there were reasons for it: First, Rorschach had just massacred several Cobra locations a few hours earlier, and police resources had been diverted to deal with those bloody scenes, leaving them severely understaffed.

Secondly, the upgrade of the bank's security system prevented it from sending any alarm signals. Although the two groups of robbers did not seem very smart, their methods were quite professional. They closed the door immediately, creating the illusion that the store was closed, making it difficult for outsiders to detect anything unusual.

But the reporters didn't care about any of that.

All they knew was that someone had died in the bank; the exact amount stolen was still being tallied.

But judging from the bank president's grim face, the losses must have been quite severe.

Caitlin was carrying gift boxes as she walked out of the bank.

She seemed particularly pleased after completing the inquiry.

Thanks to her striking appearance, several police officers eagerly helped her carry the gift box into the car.

"What are these? They're quite heavy," a police officer asked curiously.

Caitlin smiled sweetly: "These are all gifts from my fiancé. We're getting married next week!"

"Wow, how enviable! Your fiancé is so lucky to marry you."

"Haha, thank you for the blessings."

After stuffing all twenty-odd gift boxes of varying sizes into the trunk and back seat, Caitlin hummed a little tune and relaxed as she started the car to leave.

Just as she stepped on the gas, the passenger door was suddenly pulled open, and a figure rushed in.

"you"

"What, are you in a hurry to leave?"

Luo Xia closed the car door and gave her a playful smile.

Before the other party could stop him, he grabbed a gift box from the back seat and opened it—the box was filled with neatly stacked hundred-dollar bills!
"Tsk tsk, you're quite nimble."

Rorschach twirled a stack of banknotes between his fingers. "The power outage was only three minutes, and you managed to stuff dozens of gift boxes. No wonder you're ranked third on the list of the greatest thieves, Ms. Caitlin."

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Caitlin pressed her tongue against her cheek, scrutinizing the man in sunglasses: "Was my disguise really that bad? I joined this bank two months in advance."

Rorschach chuckled and held up two fingers: "Your identity and resume are fine, the problem lies in your acting—it's too exaggerated. Your performances were too contrived when facing the dead and the robbers. Of course, it's enough to fool ordinary people and the police, but to think you can fool me?"

He shook his head. "I have a female friend whose acting skills are so good that even the CIA can't find a flaw. Compared to you, you're practically an amateur drama club member."

"is it?"

Caitlin suddenly smiled seductively and flipped over to straddle Rorschach's lap.

She gently traced the outline of Luo Xia's lips with her finger, her breath sweet as orchids: "So, if she were like me, could she make your heart flutter? The way you looked at me and the little gestures you made at the bank didn't escape my notice."

Luo Xia raised an eyebrow speechlessly—he had been wearing sunglasses the whole time, so how could she possibly see any "gaze"?
Seeing Caitlin's obvious seductive tactics, he smiled and took off his sunglasses.

"Watfuck?!?!"

The moment she saw her true face, Caitlin, who had been alluring just moments before, jerked backward as if she had seen a ghost, crashing into the roof of the car with a thud.

“Rolo Rorschach?!” She swallowed hard, her voice trembling.

At that moment, she suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Everything this man has done is beyond the reach of those on the so-called international list of notorious thieves.

Caitlin's voice trembled: "You...you were also drawn here by that fax?"

“No, that’s not it.” Luo Xia leaned back in his chair leisurely. “As I said, I’m just accompanying a friend to transfer money.”

"A bank transfer?" Caitlin was taken aback at first, then her pupils shrank dramatically: "Ten billion?!"

"wrong."

"Oh"

Caitlin breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew it was just a joke between Rorschach and the second Jewish man.

Ten billion isn't something you can get so easily.

She's been planning this for two months, and how much money has she actually gotten? Not even five million US dollars.

But then Caitlin heard Rorschach add, "It's 10.5 billion US dollars."

"F*ck me?!"

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after one day.

In a dimly lit warehouse, the three thieves were sitting around a makeshift table made of wooden crates, dividing their loot.

However, the original trio now included a young man wearing sunglasses and always wearing headphones.

“Baby, this is your share, five hundred thousand US dollars. Spend it wisely, and come to me if you need more.” The black gang leader pushed bundles of banknotes to the young man in front of the table.

The young man, referred to as "Baby," simply nodded expressionlessly and casually stuffed the purse into his backpack.

The third white man, puffing on a cigar, glanced at the silent baby and teased, "This job was easy, wasn't it? Not a single pursuer. Unlike before, you didn't have to rely on your god-like driving skills to shake off the police cars and stage street chases."

The baby was silent for a moment, then suddenly pushed half of the money in the bag back.

Seeing this, the black boss couldn't help but pat the back of his head lightly: "He's just joking with you! The agreed-upon reward is 500,000, not a penny less."

After saying that, he clicked his tongue regretfully: "There were originally 20 million in cash in the vault, but unfortunately only a little over 10 million was brought out."

“With such a huge loss at once, the police will definitely investigate thoroughly; things are very tense,” the Jewish man added worriedly.

But the third white man shrugged and exhaled a smoke ring: "What's a mere twenty million? Do you think the bank doesn't have insurance? It's just a drop in the ocean for them."

He winked slyly. "I bet those capitalists will exaggerate their losses, calling over ten million forty or fifty million, to cover their debts."

"That's right! All vampires are like that!"

"Speaking of which, we robbed over ten million this time. That amount might even be enough for the three of us brothers to get into the top 100 on the leaderboard!"

"And we even saw Rorschach Butcher! The three of us brothers actually survived Rorschach Butcher's clutches! This is even more satisfying than stealing over ten million!"

The group burst into laughter and drank heartily.

Just then, the old television set in the corner of the warehouse suddenly emitted a piercing news broadcast.

On the screen, the bank's bald president is sobbing and yelling at the camera: "We've lost over $10.5 billion! This is the worst robbery in the history of the world's banking industry! The FBI must give us an explanation!"

"One hundred and five billion?!"

"Watfak?! Where did 10.5 billion come from?!"

"This accounting is just too outrageous!"

The four of them simultaneously spat out the wine in their mouths and stared dumbfounded at the television screen.

(End of this chapter)