Chapter 87

"Bang!"

"Robbery, everyone get down!"

Five men wearing clown masks, carrying bags, rushed into the bank hall. They fired a shot at the ceiling as soon as they picked up their guns, but they were immediately stunned.

Hmm, the people inside the bank got down so quickly?

The five robbers were surprised by the situation inside the bank and hadn't even reacted when a series of "pop" gunshots rang out. All five of them were hit in the forehead and fell backward.

"Well, I've been waiting for you. You finally came."

Chen Yang walked over, picked up a bag, and threw it on the counter, shouting, "Friend, put some money in it, quickly."

The young man inside the counter had seen Chen Yang shoot the "comrades" who rushed in with just a few shots, and he was so frightened that his face turned purple. Hearing Chen Yang's words, he hurriedly picked up the bag and opened the safe to put money in it.

The money in the small safe inside the counter usually wasn't much, but Chen Yang wasn't really there to rob. A bit of money for show was enough.

The next problem was...

The police finally arrived.

The sound of sirens came from a distance, and more than ten police cars blocked the entrance to the bank. Over fifty police officers surrounded the bank.

"You didn't take long to get here..."

Chen Yang glanced casually at the police cars outside but wasn't particularly nervous.

When a person has died dozens of times and been on the brink of death many more, their mindset definitely changes. Even facing a police siege, Chen Yang remained calm.

"Bang!"

Perhaps because the police had arrived, in a glass office on the corridor, a bank manager pulled out a Remington M870 from under the table, shattered the glass in one breath, and rushed to the counter, pointing the gun at Chen Yang's forehead.

"Hey, kid, you shouldn't have come here to rob. Now, put down your gun and get out of here quietly!"

The manager, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, waved the gun to show his threat.

"Pop!"

Chen Yang put down his gun, impatiently saying, "Why so much nonsense?"

The manager, holding the gun, opened his wide eyes, seemingly disbelieving that the robber would still dare to raise his gun in such a situation.

However, it was too late. His consciousness was gradually fading, and his energy was rapidly dissipating. He couldn't even feel his fingers to pull the trigger and collapsed on the ground, unwillingly.

Both villains and heroes die from talking too much, a truth that exists in both movies and reality.

"Ah..."

The manager's death caused a series of panic. Everyone wished they could hide their heads in the floor's cracks to avoid this terrifying robber.

"Filled... filled..."

Seeing the manager of his branch shot dead, the clerk who was putting money in the bag worked even faster. He quickly filled the bag with over a hundred thousand dollars from the safe and tremblingly handed it to Chen Yang.

Holding the bag and feeling the weight of the hundreds of thousands of dollars inside, Chen Yang frowned.

Hundreds of thousands of dollars weren't heavy for him, but carrying the bag would inevitably affect his speed and combat ability.

However, the task given by McCawley was to rob the bank and successfully evade the police. The money was crucial and couldn't be discarded.

"Crash!"

Just as Chen Yang was pondering, he suddenly looked up. The glass windows on the side of the hall shattered, and ten SWAT team members, wearing bulletproof vests and carrying tactical rifles, descended into the hall.

Is this a joke?

The SWAT team arrived so quickly?

SWAT, short for "Special Weapons and Tactics," is a specialized unit used to deal with stubborn criminals in the United States and is not easily mobilized.

Moreover, even if the SWAT team were to be mobilized, it wouldn't have such a quick response time. In just a few minutes, it would be enough for the team members to put on their gear and arrive at the scene?

Clearly, this was Right Hand deliberately increasing the difficulty of the real combat task.

"Pop pop pop pop..."

But in the next moment, Chen Yang realized that the difficulty wasn't just increased several times, but more than ten times. The SWAT team members who broke through the windows didn't hesitate, ignoring the hostages on the ground, and immediately opened fire on Chen Yang.

The firepower from ten tactical rifles was enough to suppress the gunfire of a hundred people. For a moment, glass shards flew everywhere, documents were torn to shreds by the impact of bullets, and even the hard wooden tables were penetrated by bullets.

Such intense gunfire also caused several of the people on the ground to be injured or killed by ricocheting bullets.

"Stop!"

The captain of the team that broke through the window raised his hand to stop the firing.

They had to stop firing because Chen Yang was gone.

Not because he was a corpse, but because he had disappeared in the series of gunfire.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Pop!"

The ten gunshots, due to their speed, seemed to merge into one. Chen Yang didn't give the ten team members any extra reaction time. With both arms extended, he continuously pulled the trigger, and the ten team members were hit in the back of the head, falling to the ground dead.

The death of the ten team members seemed to send a signal, and the police outside rushed in, firing their guns without hesitation, not giving Chen Yang a moment to breathe.

Who, in the end, was the terrorist?

Dozens of police officers, in a chaotic barrage of gunfire, instantly killed over ten hostages. Even Chen Yang had to dodge to avoid being hit by the stray bullets.

The police who rushed in not only disregarded the safety of the hostages but also their own safety, charging into the hall like mad dogs, shooting anyone they saw without trying to avoid Chen Yang's bullets.

"Pop!"

Two police officers who approached Chen Yang's corner were instantly flashed to the middle by him. He held the gun with both hands and smashed it into their temples, causing blood and flesh to splatter, their skulls to crack, and they fell dead without a sound.

Since Right Hand didn't design the real combat task according to common sense but deliberately increased the difficulty, Chen Yang had no worries and fully unleashed the gunfighting techniques he had just learned.

After killing two police officers, Chen Yang turned and took seven or eight steps, instantly approaching another police officer. He swung the gun and pressed it against the officer's forehead, pulling the trigger.

"Puff..."

The bullet penetrated the skull and flew out the back, creating a spiral airflow that hit the forehead of the police officer behind.

One shot killed two police officers. Without turning back, Chen Yang spun around and kicked out with a fierce whip-like motion, hitting the face of another police officer who was about to shoot.

"Crack..."

The sound of the broken facial bones was extremely loud. The police officer was kicked flying, and as he was still in the air, his eyes and blood spurted out, and he died instantly.

When the body hit the ground, it knocked over two more police officers who were rushing in.

"Bang..."

Chen Yang tilted his head, and a bullet that missed him by a hair's breadth flew past his cheek, shooting down a police officer on the opposite side.

Chen Yang's hands, feet, and even his entire body, combined with the gun, became a weapon. In just three or four seconds, he killed six American police officers.

But it wasn't enough, far from enough, because dozens of police officers, expressionless, were still rushing in, raising their guns to shoot at Chen Yang.

The sound of "crackling" continued. Chen Yang suddenly leaped up, creating a strong wind, like a solid black iron cannonball being fired. He crossed over ten meters in the air, and his arms moved at an incredible speed.

"Crack... Bang... Puff..."

Moving through the dozens of police officers, Chen Yang's arms moved so fast that they left a trail of afterimages. Each time he struck, two police officers died on the spot. Either their necks were broken or their chests were shattered, accompanied by the continuous exchange of gunshots.

"Phew..."

Exhaling a breath of white air, a series of afterimages seemed to follow Chen Yang, merging with him. The dozens of police officers behind him fell dead, all of them!