"Hurry, give me another drink!"

The dim light bulb kept shaking on the wooden ceiling, illuminating the cottage below. Sitting at the wooden table with a corner missing, "Jackal" Mondillo put down the glass with foam in his hand and shouted to the white-haired old man in the cottage: "Hurry up! I will pay."

"I dare not pay, I will shoot you like a bastard." The old man walked up and smashed another glass of beer heavily on the table, and then took away the cup that had just been drunk by the jackal.

Despite his age, the old man was still wearing a red vest and ripped jeans, and a Smith Wesson revolver was inserted into the holster at his waist, like an old jean who had participated in the "Western Pioneer" hundreds of years ago.

"Thank you..."

The jackal put a hundred dollar bill on the table, picked up the wine glass and raised his head and took a big sip. With the sound of gurgling, the inferior beer was poured into the mouth.

"Boy, aren't you going to meet someone else tonight?" The old man's brows were frowned in the shape of Sichuan, and the wrinkles on his face looked extremely profound under the dim light: "Drinking alcohol will not delay trouble?"

"I won't be drunk..." The jackal opened his mouth and sniffed out a sip of alcohol, and then burped with satisfaction: "Besides, the time is not yet here."

"The minions under your command took the money and went back." The old man sat at the table, staring at the face of the "jagged" with his somewhat cloudy eyes: "You really want to continue like this and waste time with those gangsters? Do you want to do something truly meaningful?"

"What's the point..." Jackal said angrily.

"Let's relive the glory of the past? Boy." At this point, the old man raised his lips and smiled slightly: "While my old bones are not yet buried, I will work for a big one and then retreat forever. What do you think?"

Hearing the old man's words, the jackal's eyes, which were still spinning around, suddenly focused on the old man and asked in a low voice: "Have you seen the target? Where?"

"Alvara Central Bank is next to the base camp of Silver Shield. As long as we succeed, we can get tens of millions of dollars and perhaps transport the gold they store." The old man coughed: "How about it, will we come?"

"You're crazy, old man." The jackal frowned.

"No, I just want to have a good time in the end. I won't live for a few years anyway." The old man laughed out loud: "I have already decided on the robbery plan, I just need to adjust some details. Are you interested?"

“…”

The jackal put down the empty wine glass in his hand, thought for a moment, and shook his head slowly:

"Let's talk about it when I finish this matter."

"Then hurry up." The old man stretched out his thin right hand and patted the jackal on the shoulder hard: "I have had some osteoporosis recently and can't drag it anymore!"

"Old man, it's a miracle that you can live to this day." The Jackal sighed.

——If the Jackal is one of the most legendary robbers in the city of Chaos, then the only "god-level robber" that can be compared with him is sitting next to him at this time.

Like the jackal, this old man who looks like a cowboy is also a notorious bank thief. Although the robbery that the old man once completed is incomparable to the jackal, the "quality" of each robbery is terrifying.

For this old man, small places like Alvaran South Urban Bank cannot be called banks at all. Only those banks that can grab more than 10 million US dollars will become his target.

Jackal knew that the old man had always been paying attention to the largest and most vigilant bank in the city of chaos - the Alvara Central Bank. He thought this older guy would stop, but he didn't expect to do it.

"Another drink..."

Before the jackal could finish his speech, a burst of rapid gunfire suddenly sounded on the street outside the house.

The moment the gunshots rang out, the two robbers in the house drew their guns at the same time, and immediately identified the model of the firearm through the sound:

"sig-sg550." The old man's eyes bent.

"The other side is using the AK gun system, it seems that the two sides are fighting fire, and it's not our business." The jackal breathed a sigh of relief.

"Something like this often occurs in the city recently. I don't know where so many bandits come from, fighting on the streets all day long." The old man's voice was a little confused: "Those people are not only enemies of Silver Shield, but also many of the people from the Lion Gang were killed by them."

"There are indeed many fierce people coming to the city..."

While speaking, Jackal recalled the robbery this afternoon and continued to speak: "The helper I just asked for actually dealt with the garrison in Alvara City. It's incredible..."

"Are you talking about the troops that bombarded banks?" Hearing this, the old man's turbid eyes suddenly became bright: "Can the robbers still fight against the army? Are you stupid in your brain? Boy."

"When we robbed, we encountered a tank. I solved one. The helper I found actually solved six tanks and armored vehicles, and finally returned to the palace to cover me to escape." The Jackal's words were full of unconcealed gratitude: "If there were no one, you wouldn't have seen me appear here."

"Are you going to see them tonight?" The old man stood up suddenly, his movements were extremely agile, and he could not tell at all that he was old.

"That's right, the meeting will take half an hour later." Jackal nodded.

"Take me one, I want to talk to them." The old man, who had a serious expression on his face, seemed to have rejuvenated his second spring, and even the wrinkles on his face seemed to have decreased a little.

"You are old and want to win over them to steal the bank together, right?" Jackal sighed: "Wait first, we are still looking for someone."

The gunshots came into the room through the wooden wall, shaking the wooden tables, and the two sides who were fighting fire outside were not far west of the house where the jackals were located.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured by bullets flying from the street, the two slipped out of the back door of the wooden house, left the temporary hiding place, and returned to the night sky of the chaotic city.

"Where are you meeting? I can't wait, why not go over and take a look first?" the old man said enthusiastically.

"I said we have something to do, and now we don't have time to rob the bank..."

Before the jackal finished speaking, the wall of the wooden house beside him was suddenly shot through by bullets, and a smoked corpse shattered the wall and flew out, falling heavily into the alley.

"Robot?" The jackal opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Although the "corpse" that fell to the ground caught fire, it was still trying to get up. Under the burned black suit, the silver luster of metal bones flashed out.

"What exactly came to this city..." The old man couldn't help but sigh: "My old bones seem to be unable to keep up with the current trend."

"Go away quickly, it's not safe here." The jackal said, turning around and leaving quickly.
Chapter completed!