The two women in the opera house broke free and nervously looked at Vanessa and the other woman with short hair.

"MD, I'm going to kill that bastard." The short-haired woman finally spat out a ball of rags stuffed in her mouth, which was the underwear she originally wore, and then began to curse in Portuguese.

A woman cut off the tie on her hand, then looked at her unusually energetic companion, "Are you okay? We thought that guy put you..."

Speaking of the short-haired woman's rage, "That bastard keeps poking me with a Taser. Compared to this, I'd rather be fucked by him."

The corner of her companion's mouth twitched, no wonder she screamed so miserably.

The fat man had been pretending to be dead, and now he got up. He was most nervous now. The two couples had seen him before, and his body shape was too conspicuous, so he would definitely be the first target of the police.

"We have to withdraw. The police should be here soon." The redhead carefully inspected Vanessa's body and found that she really only received a slap, and the other scratches on her body were basically She did it herself.

Vanessa's condition was not very good, and the red-haired man had no choice but to direct it himself, "Put the money in, and then burn the two cars. Hurry, we don't have much time."

The others quickly acted to eliminate all traces here. Then she took a portion of the money and threw it to the fat man, "This is your commission. You go back to Brazil immediately and you are not allowed to come back again."

The fat man picked up the money and ran away. He was now more worried about being silenced. He was not going to Brazil. He had already booked a ticket to the Philippines.

After cleaning up the traces, several people poured gasoline on the two cars parked behind, lit a fire and left.

"Split up and leave the United States as soon as possible." The redhead supported Vanessa and looked at the other two companions. She had divided the remaining money into four parts, and each of them was carrying a bag behind her.

The other two people nodded and left in two directions. Vanessa had almost recovered by this time. She pushed away the red hair and bent over, gasping for air. After she straightened up again, she had already returned to that moment. A woman full of confidence.

The redhead wanted to complain, 'Are you avoiding work on purpose? ', a few people were so busy destroying evidence just now that they were dizzy.

"Sorry, I didn't expect this. I thought I had forgotten it a long time ago, but I didn't expect that I would remember it so well." Vanessa smiled mockingly to herself.

The redhead didn't say anything. They all have more or less psychological problems. They are usually buried deep in their hearts and slowly rotting away, but they don't know when they will be brought out and stabbed.

"The police are coming, let's go." The flashing lights of the police car seemed to be visible at the end of the street.

After prying open a car on the side of the road, Vanessa used her skilled car-stealing skills to light it on fire. "Where are you going?" Vanessa looked at the redhead and asked.

"I'll take you back first. Are you sure you want to go home?" The redhead was still worried about Vanessa's condition.

The car started smoothly. "I just thought about it. There should be no evidence that can point to me. I'm used to the life here."

The red-haired man nodded, "Then I'll contact you via email if you have any questions."

"By the way, is Camilla really okay?"

"Well, I just got stabbed dozens of times with a Taser.", that's all? That guy with short hair will probably explode if he hears that.

Vanessa was lost in thought and said angrily, "Then what are these two people doing here? They didn't take all the money, are they just trying to make fun of us?"

"Who knows, the question that person asked is also very strange. He seems to be interested in M ​​Group, but he doesn't know that M Group is over. Is it just to satisfy curiosity?" The red-haired man thought for a while, and the behavior of these two people was really serious. It's so illogical.

To be honest, when they took control of themselves, she herself was already desperate. She knew very well what these women on her side would go through if they fell into the hands of the other party. A happy death might be a luxury, but the other party just used Kami Pull to scare others.

"No, that person's question is not about the M Group, but about why we have military skills. Damn it, it can't really be to satisfy some perverted curiosity!" After Vanessa recovered, her IQ regained control. Highlands.

…

And that pervert, full of curiosity, was lying on the hospital bed waiting for the doctor to give him stitches.

"Hey, actually I can do it myself. There is no need to come to the hospital." The gauze on Xu Chuan's waist has been removed, and the nurse is disinfecting him. Due to the strenuous exercise, the originally small wound has opened.

Curtis stood aside and pointed to another scar on his abdomen, "You sewed that one yourself, it's almost like a centipede."

Xu Chuan turned his head and looked at it. Well, his technique was not good at the time. The wound that could have been repaired with three stitches ended up with eight stitches instead.

After a while, the doctor came over to sew him up. Such a minor injury could be treated in less than ten minutes. After that, he also prescribed a bunch of painkillers. Xu Chuan looked at the big bag, which was enough for him to take for a lifetime. When it comes to painkillers, I always feel like this doctor is just trying to fulfill the KPI, even though the prescription says this is only for one week.

Xu Chuan basically tolerates the pain of this kind of wound as much as he can. If he really can't bear it anymore, then let him go. However, Americans don't seem to be like this. Painkillers have almost become a cure-all for all diseases. They can be prescribed for you for any disease. .

"Hey, I've given it to you. You can eat it slowly." Xu Chuan took out a small bottle from it and gave the rest to Curtis. He looked at it and saw that it should be ibuprofen or something like that. There was nothing wrong with it. big.

Curtis also knew his boss's habits. All the Chinese people in the company seemed to be like this and were very repulsive to painkillers.

It was almost dawn at this time, and the two of them went back to the hotel directly. Xu Chuan couldn't sleep at all and went to the restaurant for breakfast, while outside the NYPD was already shaking.

Captain Marta and the people from FBL stood outside the burning opera house with sad faces. According to the garbage truck driver’s confession, this was the lair of the robbers, but according to what he said, it seemed He was hacked earlier.

And it seems that they were able to escape because of the gangsters who brought them out.

He didn't know more specific things, but he still remembered the appearance of the person who kidnapped his wife and threatened him, and had already made a portrait with the technicians.

Of course, he also confirmed that the robbers were indeed four women. Although he couldn't see their faces because he was blindfolded, he could still hear them.

A lot of evidence must have been burned in the fire. They could only hope that the firefighters would put out the fire quickly and see what physical evidence they could find later.

The hope is slim, and they also have to guard against another robbery, and at the same time they have to deal with those annoying bankers.

…

Vanessa returned to her residence. The house was still in a mess, but she no longer had the energy to do this. She stuffed the bag with money into the depths of the closet and fell directly on the bed. She needed a good sleep. I feel like forgetting those things.

She curled up into a ball like a baby and fell into a deep sleep.