CHAPTER 56: CHAPTER 52: VERY FUNNY, BUT GUESS WHY I’M NOT LAUGHING (VOTE FOR MONTHLY TICKETS! SUBSCRIBE!)

"Bang! Bang!"

Scarface burst into the bank lobby, immediately raised his hand, and fired two shots before shouting loudly,

"Everyone, put your hands on your heads and squat down!"

Initially, the hall fell into a brief silence, followed by a surge of piercing screams—it was chaos.

"Ah! It’s a robbery! Help!"

"Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me!"

The lobby was sparsely populated with just a few customers because it was early, and there were traffic jams on the way to the bank, so everyone else—mainly staff members—began to crouch on the ground, trembling.

"Don’t shoot! Don’t kill anyone!" The manager by the window raised his hands and slowly squatted down as he pleaded, "All you want is money; there’s no need for bloodshed. Rest assured, we will fully cooperate with you, just please don’t kill anyone."

"Who are you?" Scarface, sensing the authoritative tone of the man as soon as he spoke, asked.

The manager quickly fished for a business card with one hand from his pocket and tossed it over, "I’m the manager of this branch. My word is good here. As long as you don’t kill anyone, I’ll cooperate with you."

"Good! Have them open the safe and fill the bags with money!" Scarface glanced briefly at the business card on the floor before barking the order with a harsh tone.

His three accomplices worked in unison—one guarding the entrance, another controlling the hostages, while the last one threw several bags onto the counter window.

Clearly, they were seasoned pros.

"Okay! Okay, okay!" The manager nodded repeatedly and shouted toward the pale-faced staff behind the counter, "Hurry! Fill the bags with money, we’ll be fine if we cooperate, they’ll leave once they get the money! Don’t try anything sneaky, don’t gamble with everyone’s lives, just do as they say!"

With management making the calls on-site, the counter staff didn’t dare to hit the alarm and started filling bags with bundles of large denomination bills under the threat of guns.

After all, they were only making a few hundred thousand a month.

Who would risk their life for that?

"Hurry up! Move faster!"

"Faster! Or I’ll shoot you dead!"

"Go get the van." Never expecting things to go so smoothly, Scarface turned and instructed one of his subordinates.

"Right!" The accomplice watching the hostages slowly backed out of the bank and drove the small box van they’d parked beside the bank the night before to the front door.

The manager watched this and felt somewhat surprised; when had they parked this car here?

The thought was followed by a certain admiration.

Professional tasks really do require professionals.

The van was parked and stabilized, and the driver got out to open the cargo area, lifting all the filled bags out of the bank and onto the vehicle, before grabbing several empty ones for the counter staff to continue filling.

"Boss, the traffic up ahead seems to have cleared!"

As the twelfth bag was loaded, the robbers noticed the traffic starting to pick up outside.

"Let’s go!" Scarface promptly gave the order upon hearing this.

Due to the traffic congestion, he had extended the planned robbery time, and now that they had far exceeded their expectations, they couldn’t get greedy and risk getting caught.

The four men each grabbed a bag and quickly ran out of the bank, got into the van, and disappeared from sight.

"Quick! Call the police!" It was only then that the manager yelled out, struggling not to laugh from the absurdity of the situation.

He was about to call the branch manager to share the...ah, not good news, but bad news, certainly bad news.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding—"

It was at that moment someone finally hit the alarm.

In fact, there was no need for them to call the police; the moment the robbery had begun, nearby citizens had already dialed in, but due to the traffic, the police had been delayed on their way to the bank.

The alarm rang for about three minutes before stopping.

Two minutes later, the van belonging to Noda’s five-man start-up group screeched to a halt in front of the bank.

Before the staff inside could react,

masked marauders carrying a variety of firearms charged into the bank at a brisk pace.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Robbery! Everyone get down!"

Just like the previous robber, Noda fired his gun into the air as a show of force before demanding cooperation.

This was a standard procedure in the industry.

Idiot! You’ve got to be kidding—another group?

The bank staff, who had just relaxed from the earlier robbery, were completely baffled and once again squatted down proficiently, a stampede of angry thoughts racing through their minds.

The manager, who had just dialed his branch manager, was stunned, watching the new band of robbers in disbelief, the phone slipping from his hand onto the floor.

"Mosi Mosi?"

The branch manager’s voice came through the phone.

"Clang!" Noda stepped forward and kicked the phone away, scanned the room bellowing, "Fill up all the bags, or I start a killing spree!"

Two of his men placed the pre-prepared bags on the counter and pointed their guns at the people inside, threatening them.

"Do you hear me? Start filling them with money!"

"Hurry! Fill them all up!"

"Wait... wait a minute!" a meek voice from one of the counter staff raised a hand, cautiously saying, "The money... there’s not enough left to fill them."

"You guys are late, all the money was already stolen."

"Who told you to be so slack at work?"

"What?" Noda was stunned for a moment.

His brain couldn’t quite catch up.

Just at this moment, he faintly heard the sound of police sirens and the lookout at the door immediately exclaimed, "Big brother! Police! Lots of police!"

"What? How did the police get here so fast?"

"Idiot! What the hell is going on?"

The other three lackeys were both shocked and angry at the same time.

"Retreat! Let’s get out of here!" Noda didn’t have time to think about what was happening and could only retreat first.

When he ran out of the bank, he glanced in the direction from which the sound of the sirens was coming and saw more than a dozen police cars with flashing lights and wailing sirens, less than a hundred meters from their position.

So many police cars; it was clear they were prepared.

"Hear this, criminals up ahead, immediately..."

"Get in the car, you guys!" Noda shouted as he withdrew his pistol, took the AK hanging diagonally behind him to his chest holding it steady, and then pulled the trigger at the police cars.

"Da da da da da da da da!"

The muzzle trembled, and a stream of bullets poured out like a serpentine flame, hitting the oncoming police cars with a clanging sound, scattering sparks.

The first few police cars, trying to dodge the bullets fired at them, instinctively swerved abruptly, colliding with the adjacent cars, which then caused the following cars to crash into them as well.

The sound of collisions kept ringing out.

Over a dozen police cars smashed into each other and stopped in the middle of the road with their engines smoking, blocking the way.

Seeing the vehicles couldn’t pass, the police got out of their cars and began shooting at Noda and the others.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Although they didn’t have as much firepower as Noda individually.

They had more men and more guns.

The sound of gunfire was incessant, and the white van was riddled with bullets in the crossfire, swaying like a frail boat in the ocean, ready to capsize at any moment. Noda fought back as he retreated into the car, with the driver crouching down to start the vehicle and speed away from the scene.

Watching the van speeding away and disappearing from sight, the head of the Organized Crime Response Division, Sangjing, slammed his fist onto the hood of the car.

"Idiot!"

"Idiot!"

On the other side, Noda was also cursing loudly, grabbing his head covering and yanking it off fiercely.

"Big brother! Yamamoto... Yamamoto is dead."

Just then, an exclamation came from behind him.

Noda immediately turned back and saw a lackey in the back seat of the van, his head drooping against the door, blood slowly trickling down his neck.

He glanced at the shattered glass in the back.

Clearly he was killed by a stray bullet from the police.

"Ah!" the driver roared, smashing the steering wheel angrily with red eyes, "Wasn’t there a high-level cooperation? Why did the police arrive so quick? It’s like someone tipped them off! Was this a sting operation from the very beginning?"

"Find a place to torch the car." Noda, looking at the dead Yamamoto and struggling to hold back his pain and anger, uttered a sentence and then leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

After collecting himself a bit, he was about to call Xiao Lin, but his phone rang first.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling~ Ding-a-ling-a-ling~"

Noda put the phone to his ear and answered.

"HAHAHAHA! Mr. Xiaolin, congratulations on a successful operation, I’m waiting for you at the designated place." Xiao Lin laughed heartily a few times, then added, "Oh, and believe it or not, my relative said there was a bunch of unlucky guys also going for a robbery right behind you, and they just happened to run into the cops coming for you, HAHAHA, isn’t that funny, even a movie wouldn’t dare to shoot it like this..."

Listening to Xiao Lin’s uninhibited laughter, Noda’s face almost twisted in anger, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the phone, his breathing gradually becoming rapid.

He finally understood what had happened.

"Very funny, but guess why I’m not laughing, Mr. Xiaolin," Noda said word for word.

Xiao Lin was taken aback, only then noticing that Noda hadn’t reacted, "Right, Mr. Noda, why aren’t you laughing? Isn’t this funny enough?"

He remembered that Noda’s sense of humor was not that high.

"Idiot!" Noda felt wronged and frustrated, cursing loudly, his eyes red with rage as he barked, "Because I am that unlucky guy!"

"Hmm?" Xiao Lin didn’t quite understand and asked confusedly, "What do you mean by that, Noda?"

"What does it mean? It means exactly what it says!" Noda lost his temper, screaming hysterically, "We got stuck in traffic on the way and were late! By the time we got there and hadn’t started, the police had already arrived! Because of this, I’ve lost a brother; do you understand now?"

They had done all the hard work for someone else.

And intercepted the police chase for them.

All he wanted was to make a bit of money, why was it so difficult, why so unlucky?

Why! Why, oh why QAQ!

"What?" Xiao Lin on the other end also exploded when he heard this, and quickly asked, "So you’re saying you didn’t get the money, and someone died, and that other gang took the money meant for you?"

Noda remained silent. At this point, silence was more powerful than words.

"Idiot! How could this happen!" Xiao Lin couldn’t contain himself, cursing again and then took a few deep breaths to calm down, "Meet up, let’s talk when we meet."