Chapter 573

Behind the armored truck.

Beneath the overpass, at a hidden corner, a Mercedes-Benz LN2 suddenly rushed out.

This heavy truck, like a maddened bull, charged at full speed toward the stopped armored truck.

"NO! No! No!!!"

Oliver, the driver of the armored truck, roared in terror, frantically grabbing for the seatbelt blocking his chest.

Yet in his panic, he yanked twice without success.

Right at that moment, Chris quickly shifted gears, maneuvering the ambulance backward.

The next second...

The Mercedes-Benz LN2 crashed heavily into the junction between the cab and the cargo compartment of the armored truck.

Boom!

The armored truck flipped onto its side instantly.

Yet the Mercedes still did not stop; pushing the overturned armored truck, it charged all the way into the parking lot.

It smashed through a dozen cars along the way before finally coming to a halt.

Bang!

The rear door of the ambulance was kicked open.

The robbers, wearing hockey masks, jumped down with rifles and quickly ran toward the smoking armored truck.

The leader kicked the damaged door—which was jammed against the armored truck's cargo door—flying with a single blow.

Clack, clack, he snapped his fingers twice.

Chris, following closely behind, nodded, lowered the backpack from his shoulder, opened it, and pulled out a remote-controlled bomb.

He knew the structure of the armored truck's cargo doors like the back of his hand, and he precisely and swiftly adhered the remote-controlled bomb to the internal locking position of both doors.

Afterward, he quickly retreated to Mike, the leader, and raised the remote control in his hand.

"3..."

"2..."

"1..."

"Art is an explosion!"

Click!

The remote-controlled bomb emitted a soft chime and exploded instantly.

Boom!

The two rear doors of the armored truck were blown off on the spot.

Behind Mike, two tall and