"call……"

Sitting on the creaking wooden chair, the "old cowboy" wearing a baseball cap picked up the glass and poured a big mouthful of beer. A satisfied smile appeared on the wrinkled old face.

Although he had just betrayed his old partner not long ago, this old and strong professional bank robber had no intention of guilt. He just hid in a secret hiding place on the west side of the chaotic city and drank happily.

"The CIA is over, there is no way. Who told them to die?"

The old cowboy put down his wine glass, leaned on the back of the chair and looked up at the ceiling. Under the influence of alcohol, he felt that he was about to go to heaven. At this moment—

Bang!

With a loud bang, the iron door where he was hiding was kicked open brutally. The old cowboy woke up most of the alcohol and almost instantly pulled his gun to the door. But...

His right hand hurt, and the revolver that had been with him for decades flew out of his hand. Before the old cowboy realized what was going on, he saw a dark face blocked by a mask appearing in front of him.

"Are you happy?" A low female voice sounded under the mask. The woman in black pressed the saber against the old man's neck, and her dark eyes were dull.

"No, I have to drink every day, otherwise I can't survive." The old cowboy who was subdued by the other party calmly raised his hands and showed a surrender: "I'm glad to see you, beauty. The information I provided is quite accurate, isn't it?"

"Indeed, we found the warehouse of the Lion Gang." The woman in black said in a cold tone: "But I didn't expect that the agents actually wanted to steal the goods and sell them. What did you say to them?"

"Ah, you might have killed them all, beautiful girl?" The old cowboy laughed out loud: "In terms of betraying his companions, there is no difference between you and me."

"Answer my question." The woman said coldly.

"I can guarantee that I have never said anything." The old man bent his eyes, and the smile on his face looked meaningful: "But, I have seen so many such things after living for so many years..."

"Speak."

After getting permission to continue to talk nonsense, the old cowboy smiled and said, "You should be the agent who was sent to this city just now? You are still too young and don't know what happened here before. The agent who was placed in this city by the CIA, but he has come to me a long time ago and wants to cooperate with me."

"Need intelligence?" The woman's question was very concise.

"No, they want to steal the bank with me." The old cowboy said with a smile.

"Don't try to fool me, old man." A fierce light flashed in the woman's eyes, and the blade pressed down on the old man's neck, and a few drops of blood oozed out of the wound: "Will the CIA agents plan a bank robbery?"

"Ha, so I said you're still too naive, Miss!"

The old cowboy was not afraid of the blade on his neck, but laughed loudly: "Do you think the CIA is an absolutely just organization? The CIA agents should always be loyal to the United States and carry out all the tasks assigned by the United States? Don't joke! Your 'partners' told me in person that the CIA has been cutting funds for overseas operations, and they are almost unable to survive. As agents, their identities are fake. Even if they go to work, there is a risk of exposure, so they can only choose illegal means!"

"This is impossible." The woman shook her head: "I didn't become an agent for such a thing..."

"There are still many impossible things. You are just too young and have not experienced it yet!"

The old cowboy said as she pushed away the woman's right hand holding the knife and stood up directly. Her old figure looked particularly tall under the light, like a gloomy statue:

"Before you arrived, the agents found me and wanted to work with me to find ways to make money. They have done robbery, kidnapping and other things. This time they just wanted to make a big deal, so they set their sights on the goods on No. 21..."

"They won't do such a thing." The woman in black said in a low voice.

Even though she had already "killed the traitor", she still believed that her companions would not do such a thing.

But in fact, she was just unwilling to admit it. When she found the truck carrying drugs in the underground warehouse, she saw the excited appearance of other agents, and she already understood the truth.

——Your companions are not good people at all. They are no different from gang members, bank robbers, and drug dealers. They are also criminals who are blinded by greed.

But even though she knew this, the woman was still unwilling to join those guys.

"Tell me, why are you robbing the bank?" She stared at the old cowboy's vicissitudes of face: "Your money has been enough, right? You can't use much entertainment at this age."

"Haha, this lady, do you want to study the psychology of criminals?" The old cowboy who was full of slutty smiled, revealing her teeth that were smoky and scorched: "Those who do our jobs must have some psychological sustenance, otherwise they will not be able to stand up. Some people are for making money, some are for their families, and I... are just personal hobbies."

"You have a problem with your brain." The woman said contemptuously.

"No, no, no, as a man, isn't it normal for me to like this?" The old cowboy patted his chest excitedly: "Imagine that you brought a group of people with an automatic rifle, wearing heavy body armor, and rushing into the bank with silk and stockings on your head, bringing out tens of millions of dollars from it and putting it on the car, then blew the police car that was chasing over and drove away casually. Isn't this a man's romance?"

"Sorry, I don't think there is anything romantic about this." The woman's eyes bent out of a dangerous curve, and the saber in her hand changed from a straight grip to a back grip.

"Anyway, anyone has their own reasons for doing this."

Speaking of the topic of robbing the bank, the old cowboy seemed to have become a professor-level professional and began to talk: "I have a companion who went on this road because I had no money to pay the ransom because my daughter was killed by the kidnappers. It seemed that most of the money he robbed was donated to orphanages and other places. He was such a rescued idiot..."

“…”

As soon as these words came out, the woman suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the old denim collar, lifted the other party up, and asked loudly: "What's the name of the person you are talking about?"

"How could I know? We all use code names, and his code names are 'Jackal'." The old cowboy said effortlessly: "Hurry up... let me go, I'm going to be breathless..."

The woman relaxed her hand, and the old cowboy staggered back a few steps and almost fell to the ground. The woman in black blocked her, and the saber in her hand refracted the sharp cold light:

"Tell me, where is this 'jaggy'?" she asked coldly.

"I don't know..." The old cowboy seemed to realize something: "Do you want to reminisce about the past with him?"
Chapter completed!