Chapter 572

The armored van turned and drove out of the bank intersection.

A black van silently tailed behind it.

The driver in the driver's seat of the commercial van gently tapped the left Headset.

"I've got eyes on it, following."

At the same time, five kilometers away.

An ambulance was parked under an elevated highway.

Inside the cabin, a middle-aged white man with a delicate mustache heard the report through the Headset, turned his head, and ordered the others, "The cargo is coming, get ready."

Several other burly men in the cabin pulled a heavy black duffel bag out from under the stretcher bed.

Zip~

The zipper of the duffel bag pulled open, revealing the weapons hidden inside and several white hockey masks.

These people each picked up a mask and put it on their heads.

Then, they each pulled several FN FAL assault rifles and M16A1 assault rifles out of the duffel bag.

The bearded, refined leader shoved a fully loaded HK USP.45 pistol into his waistband, raised his hand, and knocked on the glass connecting to the cab.

"Chris, get ready."

In the cab of the ambulance, a handsome young man with shoulder-length hair made an "okay" gesture without looking back.

Then, he turned sideways from the passenger seat, picked up the matching white hockey mask, and put it on.

Hum hum hum~

The ambulance engine pre-started. The handsome young man revved the accelerator a few times, and after making sure the vehicle condition was good, he tapped the steering wheel nonchalantly, waiting for further action orders.

On the other side, the armored van had no idea it was being targeted by a group of people.

The driver Oliver tore open the cigarette pack with his teeth, bit down, and clamped out a cigarette.

Click~

An orange-red flame lit