Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

At that moment, McClelland and his men had surrounded the truck, and everyone got out of the car.

After checking the driver's seat, one of them quickly approached McCley and said, "Boss, there's no one in the driver's seat. They don't seem to be here?"

Upon hearing this, McCley frowned, but quickly focused on the carriage and ordered, "The person should be hiding inside. You two go up and open it!"

"Yes, boss!" The two men nodded and walked toward the carriage. When they arrived at the carriage, they each grabbed one of the handles and pulled hard with both hands!

呲呲!

The carriage door was quickly opened a crack.

Seeing this, McCree quickly shouted, "Quick! Two more people go up and open it with all your might!"

With the combined efforts of the four, a gap was opened in the carriage large enough for one person to pass through. Just as the others were trying to get a better look inside,

biu!

biu!

biu!

Bullets shot out from the carriage, accurately hitting the approaching members. They couldn't even resist before being shot between the eyebrows and falling to the ground.

"Shoot! Shoot now! They're armed!"

Upon seeing this, McCree's expression changed drastically, and he immediately shouted.

Upon hearing this, the others also quickly pulled the trigger, and bullets flew rapidly toward the carriage.

However, these people's accuracy was worrying. Only a few bullets entered the carriage, but when they hit the bulletproof vests of the shooters, they only made a slight ripple before losing kinetic energy and falling to the ground!

"Capricorn, you go and deal with them." Sagittarius's tone was calm and collected, as if those outside were not vicious robbers, but sheep that were not to be feared.

Capricorn nodded slightly after hearing this, his gaze piercing out of the carriage like a cold, sharp blade.

Before he could finish speaking, he slammed his feet against the floor of the carriage, his entire body releasing like a spring that had been compressed to its limit, bursting out of the carriage with a blur of motion and leaping into the midst of the billowing smoke.

Outside the carriage, McCley and his remaining men were frozen in shock.

In mid-air, Capricorn suddenly spread his arms, and two Glock 17s appeared in his palms as if they had solidified from the shadows.

His head tilted slightly, his eyes scanning the entire area at an inhuman speed. Every breath behind cover, every tremor of clothing, instantly became a crimson coordinate in his mind.

The trigger was pulled.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Gunshots and screams blended into a mournful lament.

Capricorn's body spun like a top in the air, but the bullets always sprayed out along the pre-designed trajectory of death.

The [Gunfight Technique] has reached its pinnacle at this moment; it is not about single shots, but about a net woven from bullets.

Every slight tremor of the wrist corrects the trajectory of the next bullet.

One figure after another fell to the ground.

Someone was about to fire a shot when blood bloomed between their eyebrows; someone tried to roll away to avoid it, but the bullet struck their throat first.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that there wasn't even time for a scream to erupt.

The dust settled slightly.

Capricorn's feet landed firmly on the roof of a car, the metal groaning softly.

He slowly raised his arm, pointing the gun at McCley, who was convulsing against a tire not far away. McCley was clutching his bleeding forearm, cold sweat mixed with blood trickling into the corner of his eye.

Eyes facing each other.

A fierce glint appeared in the Capricorn's eyes.

"Monster...monster!" McCree's voice trembled as he looked around and saw that he was the only one standing there, feeling an overwhelming sense of fear.

He knew he had messed with the wrong person.

boom!

The carriage door was pushed open forcefully, and the archer, Rhett, and the others jumped out, landing smoothly on the ground. Their eyes all turned to McCley.

When McCree saw the equipment of the archers and the others, his expression was worse than if he were crying.

Depend on!

What are these people wearing? Tactical helmets! Bulletproof vests and grenade launchers! With such elite equipment, are they really someone we can mess with?!

I deeply regretted targeting these people's cars. I thought they were easy prey, but they turned out to be ruthless killers!

"Who sent you, the Cowka Group?" Rett asked.

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. I'm not from the Korka Group you're talking about. I just wanted to rob you because I had my eye on your money." He paused, glancing at the skull masks worn by the archers and the others, his throat bobbing a few times. "But it seems we're actually colleagues."

boom!

Without hesitation, the shooter pulled the trigger. McClellan froze, falling to the ground in disbelief, not understanding why the other man had suddenly opened fire.

"Shooter, it seems he's not from the Korka Group. He's probably a gangster who jumped on us halfway and wanted to rob us of our money," Rhett said.

The archer glanced at the remaining cars and said, "Perfect, saves us the trouble of finding a car. Let's get in these and go!"

Upon hearing this, Capricorn opened the driver's side door of the nearest car, threw the dead driver inside onto the ground, and sat down himself. The others did the same.

Soon, four inconspicuous cars drove out of the underground garage. No one knew that the owners of the cars not long ago were a group of black people!

Noon.

Sagittarius and the others arrived at the Amazon Private Bank at top speed. Libra activated the [Information Blocker] ability, which interfered with all circuits inside the bank, interrupting signals and causing equipment to malfunction.

The twelve people then quickly got out of the car and walked into the bank.

at the same time.

Inside the Amazon Private Bank, the staff at the counters were idly scrolling through their phones, and only a few security personnel were on duty, while the others were playing cards and using their phones in the break room.

After all, private banks may not have more than ten people coming to process their applications in a day, which is why they are so relaxed.

At that moment, a security guard who was in a daze noticed someone walking in from outside the door. He symbolically looked up, but that one glance made him freeze.

Twelve fully armed figures, resembling soldiers, had already entered the revolving door and were about to approach them.

He hurriedly raised his gun, trembling, and aimed it at the shooter and the others.

boom!

The revolving door glass shattered with a crash, and the bullets from the shooters hit the security guard's leg first. The other security guards, who had reacted, tried to fire but found dark gun muzzles pointed at them!

"Get down!" Capricorn shouted, and everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events.

This is Amazon Private Bank, backed by Lieutenant Kane and the Cowka Group. Are these people crazy? Even robbing a regular bank would be better than robbing this one!

The security guards present were just employees and didn't want to die, so they obediently lay down on the ground and threw their guns far away.

"Thunderstorm, Leo, Libra, you stay here and control the people in the hall. Don't let anyone in or out," Sagittarius ordered.

He then led Capricorn and the others toward the entrance to the underground vault.

However, at that moment, hurried footsteps sounded in the distance, and the gunshot had clearly attracted the attention of the other security guards inside the bank!