Marvel: The Twelve Spells.

Chapter 51 Morgan Bank
At the same time, some unpleasant things happened in the Morgan Bank across the street...

a few minutes ago.

A thin man stood in front of the crosswalk on the road. He raised his hands and stretched his body, waiting alone for the red light on the other side of the road to flash.

The man was wearing a black sweater and jeans, with a terrifying demon mask on his face. His appearance was similar to the recently famous evil villain Demon, but passers-by would not even take a second look at him.

The devil is the most popular villain on the Internet, and his number of fans even exceeds that of many superheroes... This has led to the sale of all kinds of devil masks, and countless devil fans wander around the streets wearing masks all day long.

If you take the subway in New York, in a train, there is a high probability that you will see a row of passengers wearing devil masks sitting together... At this time, it is recommended that you stay away from these lunatics, it is best to exit the car and wait for the next subway .

But the quality of this fan is still very high, at least he will wait for the red light when walking the zebra crossing.

The sun stretched his shadow very long, shining on the stinky ditch behind him and the civilian restaurant. On the wall of the restaurant was a huge skull graffiti.

The punks in the alley next to him were gathering to suck up fans, their faces full of sluggishness.

Opposite them is the luxurious JP Morgan Bank, one of the pillar industries of JPMorgan Chase Group.

The red dot on the opposite side of the road flickered little by little until it came to an end.

When the green light came on, the man was about to take a step, when suddenly an old pickup truck stopped in front of him with a screeching sound.

The demon mask on his face showed a dissatisfied expression, and he squeezed his wrist...

"Devil! I'm glad you weren't late this time, but did you forget to bring something?" The car door was pushed open, and a man wearing a black hood shouted angrily, "Are you going to rob Morgan Bank empty-handed? Sure enough, people who worship demons can't use their brains!"

"We don't have much time. If we continue to chat, the next time we meet will be in Rikers Island Prison." The driver of the pickup truck turned his head and said with a smile. He wore a black stocking on his head and buttoned it around his eyes. out of the cave.

The man in the black hood angrily stepped aside, the demon was stunned for a moment, then got into the car and closed the door.

No one noticed that in the trash can tens of meters away, a man struggled to climb out of the trash can. He struggled to tear off the deformed demon mask, and his face was covered with unknown liquid...

There was a black man sitting in the co-pilot, without any camouflage on his face. He raised his head at the demon and threw a Browning pistol and a few magazines.

The devil didn't speak after taking the pistol and the magazine. The man in stockings who was driving glanced at him in the rearview mirror... The man in stockings suddenly saw the devil mask smiling!

The man in stockings blinked, and the demon mask returned to its fixed expression... He let out a breath and shook off his unrealistic thoughts. Although he was already a Grade A criminal wanted by the police, facing Morgan Bank, He still gets nervous.

But his nervousness was not fear, but...excitement!
Morgan Bank has a total deposit of 1.5 trillion U.S. dollars, accounting for 25% of the total deposits in the United States. Even if it is just a branch, the U.S. dollars and gold stored in the vault far exceed the banks he robbed before!
"Guys, this is definitely our last order." The man in stockings slammed the steering wheel to the left and killed him. "If you succeed, you will get enough wealth to squander your life. If you fail, you will die or be imprisoned for life."

The man in stockings stomped on the accelerator, and the pickup truck engine roared!

The man sitting next to the devil blushed instantly. He took out a submachine gun out of the window and shot at the passers-by, roaring crazily.

There was a strong push back feeling, and the pickup accelerated with all its strength while honking its horn, and crashed into the opposite Morgan Bank with a roar!
The security at the gate realized that something was wrong, and immediately took up weapons to stop these people.

The black man sitting in the co-pilot directly raised his hand and swept the security guard's body full of blood holes.

The pickup truck shattered the glass door of Morgan Bank, drilled into the lobby, and hit several staff members and waiting customers until it stopped in front of the bank's counter.

The man in stockings opened the door and got out of the car by stepping on a dead body that had been caught under the car. He opened fire.

"Dear gentlemen and ladies, there is still a chance to live if you squat down and hold your head..."

Gunfire roared in the lobby instantly, and the black man and the other hooded men skillfully fired shots to eliminate the security guards and staff in the lobby, and at the same time cut off the alarm call.

The lobby manager was talking to a lady just now, but he saw this scene and knew what was going on in the bank.

"Cash in the vault, don't hurt my staff and customers..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground in the sound of gunfire. The man in stockings put down his gun and rushed to the counter to find the key.

"Look at this group of hostages and guard the door!" the man in stockings said to the black man.

The devil followed the man in stockings and the man in the headgear through the magnificent hall to the warehouse, and used the key to open the door of the vault.

The door of the vault was open, and it was filled with green banknotes.

The man in the hood rushed in first, but suddenly the man in stockings at the door raised his gun and fired. The 9mm bullet pierced his chest directly, and blood spurted out.

The man in the hood looked back, an unbelievable expression was printed on the hood, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".

"You know, with one less person, we can allocate more money...Of course the biggest reason is that he is damned, he dared to abandon me last time!"

The man in stockings walked into the warehouse with a canvas bag. He turned his head and smiled at the devil while loading the money, "Of course I won't forget that you drove back to save me last time. You go and kill Mo outside, and we will share the money equally." ..."

Suddenly his voice stopped abruptly, this time he clearly saw the devil mask showing a smile...

Luo Xia raised his hand, and the man in stockings raised his gun in horror, but it was all over.

The flames spewed out like a dragon's breath, and in an instant, the man in stockings and a large amount of dollars were reduced to ashes.

Luo Xia raised his head, smiled at the camera in the corner, and turned to leave.

When he returned to the lobby again, he could already hear the sound of sirens in the distance.

"Where are they?" The black man with a gun rushed forward and asked anxiously.

Luo Xia took out the Browning pistol, "You two will meet soon."

Luo Xia fired a little strangely and emptied the magazine.Demons don't use guns, anyone knows that.

Before Luo Xia came to the counter slowly, the taxes in this area were high, and the police were dispatched very quickly. The police officers holding explosion-proof shields had already got out of the car and rushed to the door.

Luo Xia raised his hand to activate the dragon charm again, and the broken glass door was completely melted, and several explosion-proof police officers were blown away and fell to the ground covered in flames, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

A pillar of fire flew out again, and the hit police car exploded instantly.

"Report to the headquarters, we have encountered a superpower! Ask for support! Ask for support!" A police officer yelled into the walkie-talkie.

Amidst the chaotic screams, Luo Xia reached out and tapped the bulletproof glass of the counter lightly, and a female staff member who was hiding under the table could only come out under his gaze.

"Do you need any help, Mr. Devil." No one in New York does not know this mask.

He conveniently picked up the paper bag on the side and handed it in. He smiled and said, "Old banknotes, without consecutive numbers, fill them up, thank you!"

Even through a layer of strong bulletproof glass, the staff did not dare to disobey the devil's words, so they could only obey obediently...

(End of this chapter)