Behind the armored truck.
Under the overpass, at a hidden corner, a Mercedes-Benz -Benz LN2 suddenly sped out.
The heavy truck, like a mad bull, charged at full speed toward the armored vehicle that had been forced to stop.
"NO! No! No!!!"
The armored truck driver Oliver, screamed in terror and frantically grabbed at the seatbelt that was across his chest.
In his panic, he tried to pull twice, but failed.
Just then, Chris quickly shifted gears and steered the ambulance backward.
The next second...
The Mercedes-Benz -Benz LN2 crashed heavily into the area connecting the front of the armored vehicle and the cargo compartment.
'boom!'
The armored truck overturned instantly.
But Mercedes-Benz didn't stop; it pushed the overturned armored vehicle and drove all the way into the parking lot.
It crashed into more than a dozen cars along the way before finally coming to a stop.
'Bang!'
The back door of the ambulance was kicked open.
The robbers, wearing hockey hoods and carrying guns, jumped out of the car and ran quickly toward the smoking armored truck.
The leader kicked the damaged door that was blocking the armored truck's cargo door away.
Snap your the Snap twice.
Chris, who was right behind him, nodded, put down his backpack, opened the bag, and took out a remote-controlled bomb.
He knew the structure of the armored truck's doors like the back of his hand, and swiftly and precisely attached the remote-controlled bomb to the inner lock positions of the two doors.
He then quickly retreated to Mike's side and raised the remote control in his hand.
"3..."
"2..."
"1..."
"Art is an explosion!"
'drop!'
The remote-controlled bomb emitted a soft buzzing sound and exploded instantly.
'boom!'
The two rear doors of the armored vehicle were blown off on the spot.
Two tall, burly henchmen rushed out from behind Mike.
They rushed through the smoke and dust from the explosion and directly into the armored truck.
'Bang! Bang!'
Several rapid, muffled striking sounds rang out from within the smoke.
A few seconds later, the two robbers who had entered the carriage brought out two guards with bloodied heads.
The shorter robber on the left nodded to Mike.
Mike tossed the gun he was holding behind him and strode into the empty armored truck.
At this point, the other robbers also split up and began their own operations.
Chris and Michael were holding a chain covered in tire spikes across the road not far behind them.
Richard Walker then jumped onto the hood of the car and forcefully pulled open the twisted and deformed door.
Trapped in the driver's seat, Oliver saw someone wearing a hockey mask and holding FN FAL assault rifle. Ignoring the possibility that the other person was a robber, he shakily raised his right hand and weakly cried for help.
"Help... help me!"
Richard Walker quickly determined that Oliver's injuries posed no threat to him, then slung his assault rifle over his shoulder, reached into his holster, and with a 'slice' cut the seatbelt binding Oliver.
"Hey buddy, looks like Lady Luck is staying at your house today!"
After making the joke, he sheathed the dagger, grabbed Oliver's right hand, and pulled it up sharply.
'Well!'
Oliver grunted and was roughly dragged out of the driver's seat.
Then, Richard Walker grabbed Oliver's right arm and jumped from the cockpit to the ground.
"Ah!"
Oliver landed on his feet, and the impact from the hard ground made him let out a scream.
Richard Walker, however, paid no attention to this. He helped Oliver up and walked toward the two wounded guards who were being held captive.
Despite the pain from his broken ribs and the shards of glass cutting his thigh, Oliver weakly but sincerely thanked them, "Th... thank you!"
Richard Walker kindly reminded him, "Listen, buddy. We're just robbing people, not killing them. So don't do anything that might cause any misunderstanding, okay?"
"O... OK!" Oliver nodded slightly in response.
Richard Walker brought Oliver to the two wounded guards and then put him down.
"I have high hopes for them."
He turned to the tall robber who was pointing his gun at the guard and gave him an order.
The tall robber turned and glared at Richard Walker, then snapped, "Hey kid, are you ordering me around?!"
Richard Walker:...
He shook his head speechlessly, too lazy to bother with the other person, and walked past him towards the carriage.
The tall robber's breathing quickened instantly, and the hand holding the gun slowly moved towards Richard Walker's back...