Act.2 Welcome to the Jungle

[Part 1: A Wedding in Prison]

Just as the Big Sister and A Xing were plotting their bank robbery...

A pair of action-oriented individuals have taken the first and most crucial step in their lives.

They are Jello Pixar and Jielina Karen.

The couple came from a satellite town in the logistics distribution center of Eleventh District. They were born in the same year and were both 26 years old.

Jello weighs 65 kilograms and is 181 centimeters tall.

Jielina weighs 53 kilograms and is 177 centimeters tall.

The man's father worked at the field garbage station at the train station, driving a garbage truck across the platform every day. His mother was a worker at the No. 1 Garment Factory in Sweet Lake City. The family was poor.

The girl's father was a long-time patron of the Skull and Bones Society old party, and her mother was a prostitute in Sweet Lake City. The girl grew up in the Black Cat Orphanage in Sweet Lake City, where the BOSS's charitable foundation also cared for these homeless orphans.

They're going to do something big today—

--We're going to rob the Sunflower Bank in the City Hall.

Jello and Jielina have criminal experience; they were previously coworkers at a food factory. They conspired with the accountant to falsify accounts and embezzle company funds. After being imprisoned, the couple discovered that the Hedland Royal Hotel was indeed as corrupt and virtuous as rumored.

Most of the money obtained through illegal activities can be transferred in advance and used as delicious food and a comfortable environment in prison.

With proper connections, Jello and Jielina could meet secretly in the high-security cell to ease their longing for each other. The two notorious thieves, newly released from prison, decided to pull off a big heist to raise start-up capital for their wedding.

They brought two guns, a cutting machine to break down the safe door, two cars, and a Kevlar money bag for storing cash.

Without any plan or escape route, they recklessly and naively rushed into the Sunflower Bank.

The man went to the side of the counter, got a number, and decided to take the lobby manager hostage next to the bulletproof glass of the boardroom counter.

The woman, on the other hand, should keep a close watch on the security guards and lock the gate immediately so that her boyfriend can complete the transfer of assets.

As long as the HELLCAT and Chaos Seed transfer systems are still operational, Jello can take hostages, find bank managers or department heads, and in those few minutes, send hundreds of unaccounted money into the vast financial system. Before the Spanish Bullfighter arrive to freeze the assets, their middlemen will have already run away with the money.

As for other things? With money in hand, everything is easy.

Even if they married and had children at the Royal Hotel Hedland, living out their lives there, it would be a widely circulated tale of a beautiful life among criminals. They would be seen as paragons of virtue and role models of scum by the violent criminal gangs operating in the sunset industries of the new era.

As for the evacuation work?

Jello had already planned it out; how could he possibly escape with such a large bag of money?

If you encounter a police auxiliary officer, put down your weapon and raise your hands; you are unlikely to be shot.

The law protects them like a divine weapon with supreme divine light; any criminal must go through a court trial to ensure procedural justice.

Good people would never kill indiscriminately, nor would they resort to violence against surrendered soldiers.

The blatant theft of banknotes in a money bag can cause the accounting system to freeze for a few minutes. In that brief moment of counting the banknotes and calculating the losses, the relatively closed electronic banking system in the underground world is not as astute as international banks and regulatory bodies. It is more primitive and sluggish, which is the opportunity for money laundering crimes.

Everything was wonderful. As Jello thought of this, he almost trembled, unable to contain his elation.

He was whispering to his fiancée.

"Jielina, we're going to succeed. We'll be living the life of the rich soon."

The young woman, Jielina, was also extremely excited. To prepare, she changed into an off-the-shoulder dress, fearing that the reporters who rushed to report on the robbery would take unflattering photos of her.

"Yes, Jello! Yes! God is on our side!"

The heavy rains that started in November lasted into December.

The Seed of Chaos is a portable POS machine that can meet most remote transfer needs. In such terrible weather, there are hardly any people in the bank lobby withdrawing money.

Soon, the queuing machine called out Jello's number. The man quickly walked to the counter and immediately grabbed the lobby manager.

"Hey! Come here!"

The clueless manager had no idea what was going on. He only knew that the customer was unusually excited and seemed to be preparing to open several credit cards. Seeing a customer come to him, he naturally cooperated and quickly bent down to go forward.

Jello pulled a sawed-off shotgun from his bag, pressed it against the manager's chin, and immediately let out a hoarse, grotesque scream!

"Robbery! Robbery! Robbery!"

The shouts were full of vitality, as if the farmers were joyfully rushing towards their beloved wheat fields in the autumn harvest.

At the same time, Jielina took a pistol out of her handbag and pointed it at the two security guards in front of the door.

"Get your hands off your belt, you filthy idiots! Do you want to take your pants off or pull out your guns?!"

The bank teller, hiding behind the bulletproof glass, looked somewhat amused and exasperated.

These days, the chance of encountering a bank robbery is almost lower than winning the lottery.

Then a very strange scene unfolded—

Everyone was surprised and astonished; only a handful remained completely clear-headed.

Among these people were the seemingly ghost-like Big Sister and A Xing.

They sat near the fire exit, which was very close to the VIP room; it was only a few steps to the back of the vault.

Xue Ming originally intended to use the pretext of opening a corporate account to get close to the bank's president or senior executives, since only they had the authority to mobilize large sums of money.

To this end, she painstakingly sourced designer clothes from the underworld to portray herself as elegant and dignified, fearing that if her appearance wasn't impressive enough, she wouldn't gain the favor of the bank's management.

A Xing muttered, "What's going on?"

Xue Ming: "Let's wait and see."

Jello's eyes widened, bloodshot, as he prepared to unleash his fury and raw emotion to increase his muscle strength and mobilize his vital energy to threaten the hostages.

"Bring out your manager!"

Jielina screamed, the sharp, piercing noise echoing throughout the lobby.

"Otherwise, I'll smash those two security guards' manhood!"

Right now, at this very moment.

The clumsy teller was about to press the alarm bell on the underside of the counter.

The branch manager of the Yellow Bull Town Sunflower Branch immediately appeared beside the young man and grabbed the teller's hand tightly.

"Don't get agitated! Don't!"

The teller looked at her supervisor in disbelief. "Why? Bank manager?!"

The bank manager flashed a hearty and kind smile, "This isn't a robber, this is our benefactor! Do you understand, my benefactor?"

So-called benefactor--

--It should be noted that for over thirteen years, there hasn't been a single robbery targeting a bank or financial institution in the entire Yellow Bull Town.

For Bank President Aiken, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

The Yellow Bull Town branch laundered money for the Blackland Royal Hotel, providing a payment platform for criminals brought in by the Third Transportation Department and Fourth Transportation Department. Countless financial transactions were purely illicit, requiring a large number of financial products, insurance business, and illegal operations to legitimize the money.

Over the years, countless bad debts, non-performing loans, and fraudulent accounts have accumulated.

The robbers stole the money and then cancelled the accounts.

How wonderful that sounds!

"Let them rob us!" Aiken waved his hand. "Take as much as you want! Take as much as you want, you two heroes!"

The bank's cash reserves consist of 1.04 million Hui Stone Currency, 31 pieces of pyroxene jewelry, and over 200 contracts. The insurance payout will be at most 14.4 million.

President Aiken has worked here for six years. From the moment he took office, he had to shoulder the burden of over 800 million dollars in bad debts owed to the manager of the Blackland Royal Hotel and the previous president. Once this matter is resolved, someone will always come to his aid and protection, and collude with him for this bad asset.

[Part ② - Borrowing your head for a moment]

For a moment, Jello didn't react. Then he saw the bank manager's enthusiastic smile. The middle-aged man picked up the walkie-talkie and excitedly talked about ideals and reality.

"Hero! I'm just like you! I hate rich people the most! Your Robin Hood-like spirit is my lifelong ideal! Take whatever you want! I won't call the police!"

Jello laughed heartily, "You're a real talent! Hahaha! You're a real talent!"

As he said this, he handed over the transfer list he had prepared in advance and stuffed it into the counter. It contained more than two hundred remittance records, totaling more than forty million Hui Stone Currency to be transferred into these accounts.

The bank manager looked at the numbers and names with suspicion. "You want me to transfer money for you?"

Jello exclaimed excitedly, "That's right!"

Bank manager. "That won't do! Where am I supposed to find so much money for you?"

Jello cursed, "There's always a way! You fucking always find a way! Student loans? Business loans! You definitely have more authority than that! Don't fucking play dumb! Corporate accounts..."

"Then let's talk about some conditions!" The bank manager didn't even bother to play dumb; he went straight to the final condition. "You have to empty the vault! You can't leave anything behind!"

The whole process was exceptionally fast, so fast that Xue Ming didn't even have time to react.

At the bank counter, in front of six bank staff, two security guards, and five members of the public, the two criminals quickly completed their transaction.

Jello headed smoothly toward the vault, Jielina simply followed her male companion, just like in a movie.

Jielina asked excitedly, "Darling! Why is he so obedient?"

Jello grinned. "This guy's a traitor, a fraud. He wants us to make a big scene, preferably with real money on our hands—maybe that way he can also profit from the false reports of losses."

Jielina covered her mouth. "Really? This guy is absolutely wicked! Dozens of times wickeder than us!"

"I don't know either!" Jello waited for the vault to finish its unlocking process. "Anyway, those guys who work in these banks, those who climb to the position of bank manager, are no pushovers. They can calculate the salaries of hundreds of people perfectly in a minute, without making a single mistake. They're much more capable than us."

Jielina said suspiciously, "He wouldn't be plotting against us, would he?"

"Don't worry, darling." Jello shrugged nonchalantly. "The King of Hell won't treat his underlings unfairly. We work for him, he pays us. That's a fair trade. Whoever breaks the rules will be thrown into the oil cauldron and become a fried ghost, never to be reincarnated!"

"We're robbers now! What are the rules for robbers?" Jielina asked, feigning innocence.

Jello pushed hard along with the rotating doorknob, opening the vault door to find the glittering treasure beckoning to him.

"Hahahaha! The rule for robbers is, of course, to rob money! They say they'll rob a certain amount, and they have to rob that amount; they must keep their promises!"

Jielina immediately wanted to learn from Melezong and ride in a convertible; she had to put her little brain to work.

She ran outside with her pistol, pointed it at the Big Sister's nose, and told Jello about her grievances.

"That woman's clothes are so beautiful! Honey! Can I steal her?!"

The Big Sister said, "I advise you to be kind."

Jello immediately shouted, "No! Darling! Don't cause trouble!"

The smile on Jielina's face vanished, and she almost burst into tears.

"But her crown, her black veil, her gloves, her perfume, and her veil—they all look so beautiful and smell so good! Can't I really take these things away from her?"

Jello, like a child receiving presents at Christmas, handed out the money bag, carefully collecting the sapphire jewelry and paper contracts, being very disciplined, as instructed by the bank manager Aiken, to loot everything cleanly.

"You can talk to her and ask this lady where she bought her clothes and jewelry. But you absolutely cannot bully an innocent person— Jielina. We've suffered so much, and just because we're poor, are you going to strip her naked in front of so many people? That's against the rules!"

To be honest, the Big Sister was really confused at the time.

Jielina immediately knelt down, her face full of sincerity, her finger already in the trigger frame and on the trigger.

She pointed at the Big Sister's head and said in a gentle tone.

"My beautiful lady, could you tell me where you bought this dress? And your tiara, gloves, and veil—are they also the work of the same tailor? If so."

Jiang Xueming silent, took out the shopping list from his pocket, and handed it to Jielina.

"Thank you! My dear sister!" Jielina beamed, gently patting her Big Sister's arm. "Great! That's wonderful! I love you! I love you to death!"

Jello pouted, his eyes cold, serious, and calm.

"Jielina, look, this joy is a gift from heaven—far more intense than mere robbery. This is something only the rich can enjoy. You and this lady have developed an inseparable friendship, something the poor will never understand. They can't even take care of themselves, so they can only rob others."

Right now, at this very moment.

When Jielina received the shopping list from her Big Sister, she was still amazed by the exorbitant price of the outfit.

Xue Ming wasn't short of money. She had prepared thoroughly for this robbery, but she never expected the couple to suddenly appear and use the most primitive techniques to deliver a devastating blow to her.

After all, in Yellow Bull Town, what criminals lack most is not tools for committing crimes, but the ability to act.

Despite the bank manager's repeated orders to tellers not to call the police, or at least not so quickly.

But the moment Jello got his hands on the money and pocketed all the banknotes and gold and silver...

The Spanish Bullfighter, who had been lying in wait outside the door, finally began their operation with the anxious soldiers of Guangling Zhixi.

The auxiliary police chief leading the team was one of the most seasoned veterans in Yellow Bull Town.

The Guangling Zhixi officers involved in this riot control operation were newly certified, greenhorn-like individuals responsible for local security, consisting of three brothers led by Hasben.

At first, they didn't understand why the veteran Morian wanted the soldiers from Guangling Zhixi to wait, to wait until the hostages were safe before taking action, and a fierce argument broke out.

Hasben is a person with a strong sense of justice.

"Bullfighters! How dare you disobey Guangling Zhixi's orders?"

The old bullfighter didn't take the traffic police officers seriously at all; this was Yellow Bull Town, a jungle in the wilderness.

"Little brat! What do you know? What do you understand?"

Morian pointed at the bank counter, his anger barely contained.

"If we rush in now, we'll get nothing! We'll only catch two lunatics! But if they get the money, it'll be a different story! What are you doing this for? To die on the battlefield? To outwit criminals? To end up as a little box wrapped in the flag of your hometown? Catching criminals isn't about fighting and killing! It's about human relationships and social skills!"

As he said this, the old matador moved closer to the young man, Hasben, and whispered something to him.

"You know, the more people they kill at the counter, the more credit we get; the more money they steal, the more bonus we get. Can't you figure that out?"

Hasben: "But!"

"No one called the police! I didn't hear the siren at all!" Morian exclaimed in astonishment. "Am I at work now? In work mode? The big shot from Guangling Zhixi! Why are you ordering me around? Am I dreaming?"

Hasben, who came from a small rural town, never imagined that the day he would make a name for himself, the pledge he made to the sunflower and the Golden Spoon would be rewarded with this job.

His and his two brothers' fighting abilities were used by Spanish Bullfighter as a shield and a source of arrogance.

Everything was just as the veteran Morian had said; it seemed that this job wasn't about fighting and killing, but rather about understanding human relationships.

Heroes only appear after people have been oppressed; otherwise, there is no need for heroes.

If the oppression is not severe enough, then even the hero's achievements will be overshadowed.

Until everything settled down, just like a pre-arranged movie, the performance unfolded as scheduled according to the script.

The only loss was that the Big Sister really didn't get a chance to do anything.

She couldn't even get a word in edgewise; Jello was a criminal who kept his promises, and there was no chance of cooperating.

She had already noticed the auxiliary police and the Ranger squadron eyeing her from outside the door. If she were to suddenly add some drama and subdue the desperate couple at this moment, these cowardly soldiers would probably rush to claim credit the moment the money was handed over, leaving her with no suitable reason to go to jail.

When Jello and Jielina confronted the military police, they naturally surrendered and were handcuffed with smiles on their faces.

Everything looked like a deal that everyone was happy with, and no one lost money.

Bank manager Aiken and veteran Morian handed over hush money, a thick wad of cash in a red envelope.

Jello and Jielina are about to return to their warm home and hold their wedding at the Blackland Royal Hotel. The money and supplies will be provided by an intermediary, cleanly and efficiently transferred from the more than two hundred disordered transactions just now into a complex network of relationships.

Hasben stared blankly at the scene, feeling extremely attacked mentally.

The bank tellers raised their glasses in celebration, cheering for their bonuses this month.

The business loan subsidy fund in Yellow Bull Town lost more than 40 million yuan due to the robbery, but this is not a big deal. All the blame will be taken care of by more powerful figures. The source of this money is mainly insurance premiums and taxes.

The only loss was the expensive clothes on the Big Sister's shopping list, used to disguise herself as a rich person; these were the costs of the bank robbery.

Fortunately, there is good news--

--The greedy Morian seemed unwilling to stop and walked up to the Big Sister.

"Hey, you just passed her a note, didn't you?"

The Big Sister stared with her mouth agape, feeling a strong, familiar sensation, as if she had returned to Little Gotham in the East, to the place where she was born and raised.

Morian decided to use the two heads, since two impulsive robbers who committed crimes on impulse were no match for four well-planned and courageous robbers.

"I'm asking you, you little bitch. Did you just pass a note to that criminal?"

Jiang Xueming clapped his hands and laughed so hard he could hardly breathe, as happy as if he had returned to his hometown.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I handed it over! Yes! Can you arrest me?"

Until the Big Sister and A Xing were handcuffed and put into the police car--

Hasben looked utterly incredulous, almost delirious.

The seasoned veteran, Morian, talks to Hasben about the rules of survival.

"What are you thinking, young man?"

Hasben: "Why? I don't understand! Why are they so obedient and cooperating with the investigation?"

"Who cares?" Morian grinned lewdly, his wrinkled face and large cheeks resembling a deformed rhinoceros. "Perhaps they are mistresses of some big shot at the Blackland Royal Hotel? They're eager to get back to their masters! We're just doing them a favor."

Hasben: "No, no, no, no. That's not right, it shouldn't be like this."

Morian gently patted Hasben's cheek and put a cigarette in the young man's mouth.

Welcome to the jungle.