Starting By Acting As A Bank Robber, I Shock The World

Last night, the man in charge of the northern team was named Rum.

He had just celebrated his 32nd birthday.

He thought the days would pass just like this.

Until yesterday...

He met the man who had fooled the police twice, Jon.

Not only had he given the wrong information, but his colleagues had mistaken him for a mole in the police force.

Thanks to the three homeless people who testified for him, he was able to clear his name.

Although many of his colleagues said sorry to him, he could not swallow it.

Rum asked Ian to tell him as soon as he had any news about Jon.

He wanted to personally arrest the other party.

Thinking of this...

Ding ding ding...

His cell phone rang.

The sensitive Rum immediately picked up the phone.

"Is it Rum? It's Ian. There's news from Jon."

The sound of typing came from the other end of the phone.

"Ian, you're really my lucky star. Tell me where he is!"

Rum's sleepiness was instantly swept away.

He couldn't wait to capture Jon!

"Hey, I'm still trying to locate him. Go to the location I sent you first."

Just as he finished speaking, Rum received a message from Ian.

Was it here?

Rum immediately went out and started a police car.

"Rum! Don't go alone! Call the surrounding police forces to surround him first!"

In order to prevent his old friend from losing his mind, Ian kindly reminded him.

"Ian, help me inform the nearby police forces first. I owe you one!"

Rum had already fastened his seatbelt and started the ignition.

He did not have time to command a group of police.

He wanted to end this quickly.

The police still had a few hours left.

He could not waste his time on this.

"Alright, Rum, I will inform the police nearby to rush to your place. You have to hurry. The sheriff will wake up at any moment."

Ian was a little helpless.

This old friend of his was really wronged, and he urgently needed to prove himself.

He could only do his best to help him.

After quickly transmitting the location of Jon's last signal to the nearby police, he organized the information and handed it over to the sheriff.

As for when he saw it, he didn't know.

...

After Jon turned on his signal, it was turned off again within ten seconds.

He was trying to create a sense that he accidentally leaked his location.

After all, he was only a few hours away from victory.

Sometimes there was a sense of expansion.

The police can't even tell Jon's motives.

What if Jon was on top of it?

No matter what they thought, they couldn't.

This was because of the request made by Jon to continue this cat-and-mouse game.

When he was in the abandoned factory, he knew there must be computer experts in the police station.

The habit of every expert was to leave a program for every device he hacked.

Maybe he would never hack this device again but he had to leave a back door that only belonged to him.

Jon believed that the other party had already detected his position.

He also needed to prepare now.

"Jon, are you leaving now?"

Mary opened her eyes with difficulty.

Last night had been too crazy.

The traces Jon left on her body were still vivid in her mind.

"Baby, my identity is still a fugitive, so I have to go back and do my job."

Jon turned around and said to Mary with a smile while enjoying the beautiful scenery early in the morning.

"Can't you hide in my place for a few hours?"

Mary bit her finger.

Her eyes were full of temptation.

Jon almost lost control.

But he knew that the most important thing now was to escape, not a woman.

So he could only spread his hands and apologize but Mary didn't let him go.

She crawled over.

He wanted to give Jon an unforgettable experience before he left...

...

Rum drove the police car through the streets like crazy.

He had to make every second count.

This was his only chance.

He called Ian and told them to surround the vicinity with all the police forces.

This was a residential area.

The terrain was complex and crowded.

It was extremely difficult to capture Jon by himself.

Coupled with Jon's cunning personality, he was not confident that he could catch him by surprise.

This was one of the worst neighborhoods in Brooklyn.

He instinctively stopped and wanted to wait for reinforcements.

Suddenly, he heard a conversation.

"Did you know? Yesterday, that person was as scary as satan and knocked me unconscious."

"You don't even know his gaze. I froze in an instant. It must be magic!"

"If we had more brothers yesterday, we definitely wouldn't have let him go back."

A few gang members chatted about what they had seen and heard yesterday in a nearby alley.

One of them had a bandage on the back of his head.

He was obviously injured.

This was a topic that he usually didn't care about but it had suddenly aroused his interest.

He reversed the police car and rolled down the window.

He asked them, "I don't want to cause any trouble, but I'm interested in that satan you're talking about."

"Do you mind talking to me?"

...

Ian commanded the police force in the police station.

As one of the commanders of this operation, he could still practice his power.

When all the police forces in the vicinity were transferred over, Ian also sighed deeply.

"Rum, you really have to rely on yourself this time."

He had already done everything he could.

As a counter-reconnaissance expert, Jon did not appear on the surveillance cameras once.

This made him felt very frustrated.

The electronic products that he usually thought had miraculous effects were just for show now.

It shook his heart.

He was a believer in technology.

He thought he could solve crimes with technology.

But now he met Jon, who smacked him in the face.

How a master reconnoiter who didn't use electronics at all made him blind.

It taught him a lesson.

It made him paid attention to things he didn't normally pay attention to.

Unconsciously, everyone was summarizing their problems.

Rum was analyzing what his problems were.

Because he was too indecisive, he decided to strike decisively this time.

If he had led his men to break through earlier, he wouldn't have given Jon a chance to escape.

He wouldn't have made the same mistake this time.

As they were making their own moves, the sheriff slowly woke up.

He was so tired that he had only rested in his chair for an hour or two.

He was now fully recovered.

He rubbed his temples.

Looking at the news that had been handed in, he lost most of his interest.

Although he said it beautifully, no one was happy about it.

He casually flipped through the documents and a message came into his sight.

"The robber, Jon, has appeared in a residential area in Brooklyn!"

The sheriff's spirits were lifted.