Bah.
A van stopped suddenly in front of the jewelry store. Five masked gangsters opened the door with a bang and stepped on the ground with their leather shoes.
"Hello, this place is closed..."
"boom!"
Han Jiang raised the spray gun in his hand, smashed the glass door lock with one shot, opened the door and walked into the jewelry store.
Boss Zhou was touching the female clerk's hand when he was suddenly startled by the unexpected gunshot. When he came to his senses, a gangster wearing a ghost mask was holding a gun and pointing it at his head.
Just one shot and his head will shatter into a watermelon.
Han Jiang's face was hidden in the mask, and his true expression could not be seen. He could only hear him saying: "Do you have any problem with me robbing your store?"
"No no."
Boss Zhou's head was shaking like a rattle. His wish to open a hundred branches has not been realized yet. How could he be willing to die now?
Han Jiang nodded slightly, turned to his accomplices and commanded: "This, this, this, all pretend to leave."
"You only have five minutes, hurry up."
Han Jiang has a keen mind and serves as the organizer of the "Ghost King Party". He will make a careful plan before every action. Including the distance between the jewelry store and the police station, the escape route, etc...
According to the plan, with the support of the Western District Police Station, it would only take eight minutes at the fastest to drive to the jewelry store.
Three of these eight minutes should be reserved for escape time.
The time you can take action is actually only five minutes. But these five minutes were enough for the accomplices to get everything done.
I saw several accomplices using their hands very quickly, breaking the glass of the counter with one shot, and scooping up all the jewelry with their hands.
Gold necklaces and bracelets were put into bags one by one, and diamonds and jade plaques were all swept away.
Boss Zhou's heart was obviously bleeding, but in order to survive, he had to forcefully put a smile on his face. I was afraid that these men would not be happy with the robbery, so I would kill him with one shot.
Han Jiang seemed to be very satisfied with Boss Zhou's performance. He suddenly turned the muzzle of the gun and smashed the safe behind him with several loud bangs. He bent down and picked up a bag of diamonds from the safe, shaking it at Boss Zhou.
This bag of diamonds are all Angola A diamonds of over 2 carats, with a market price of over 30 million. It is the most expensive piece of jewelry in the entire store. Boss Zhou just brought it to the store today. Unexpectedly, it was robbed like this.
But now, Boss Zhou is so scared that he doesn't even dare to fart.
"Let's go."
The accomplice standing behind Han Jiang stopped moving, turned around and shouted: "What kind of safe are you robbing? You have smashed all the banknotes."
Han Jiang silently put the diamond in his pocket and pointed his gun at Boss Zhou not to talk nonsense.
After taking a few steps back, he discovered that several of his accomplices had already jumped into the car in advance and were waiting for him with the door open.
His group of gangsters are all people who have committed several major crimes. Not only does it have complete channels for selling stolen goods, but it also has extremely high psychological quality.
But when Han Jiang went out, he was greeted by two bullets.
"Going out on the street and buying a chain can lead to a robbery?"
Chen Jin and Song Zijie stood on the opposite street corner, holding up their guns and hitting the trigger.
Thanks to their usual training, the two guys' marksmanship was very good, and they immediately pinned Han Jiang in the shop.
As for the friend who got on the bus two steps early, he turned around and saw a policeman, and he immediately shouted that he was unlucky. The driver sitting in the driver's seat saw that the situation was not fatal and quickly stepped on the accelerator and shouted: "According to the rules, don't wait until late, let's go."
"Walk!"
These accomplices are all here to make money, not to show loyalty. As soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the entire van roared away with its cargo.
Han Jiang leaned against the wall of the shop, filling the gun's magazine with bullets, and looked around calmly.
His accomplices were following the rules by leaving him in the store. Han Jiang couldn't find any reason to be angry and could only rethink his escape route.
Fortunately, there were only two policemen, and they probably passed by by chance. They did not have an advantage in terms of firepower or numbers, so Han Jiang was confident that he could fight his way out.
Soon, his eyes were fixed on a motorcycle in front of the store.
With a brief thought in his eyes, he turned over and stretched out his hand to the shop owner.
Boss Zhou was frightened by the cold pupils in the evil ghost mask. He took out the key from his pocket and put it in Han Jiang's palm.
"Done!"
Han Jiang held the key tightly, felt cruel, and rushed out of the store.
He raised the spray gun in his hand and fired two shots in the direction of Chen Jin. While shooting, he walked sideways to the motorcycle. Taking advantage of the policeman's effort to dodge, he climbed on the motorcycle, inserted the key into the hole, and pulled up the accelerator, dragging the tail smoke into the air.
However, the location where he often hides happens to be a certain distance from the street in front of the store, and he is stuck in the escape route.
Han Jiang hesitated for a moment, then drove directly over. Because he could only escape from this direction. If he changed the direction, he would drive directly to the entrance of the West District Police Station.
Chen Jin and Song Zijie were frightened by the arrogant firepower of the trolls. They hurriedly hid in the corner and squatted down, not daring to show their heads.
Ajie, who has always liked yin people, couldn't think of any solution at this time.
But thanks to his cleverness, he used the walkie-talkie to intercept Mr. Chen from the police station before shooting. Presumably, support from the police station would arrive soon.
But Ajie has always regarded Sir Li as his target, and he couldn't bear the criminals escaping in his hands. Seeing Han Jiang preparing to escape, he rushed to the road and shot at the oncoming Han Jiang.
"Ajie, what are you doing?"
Chen Jin was startled by Song Zijie's actions and was unable to stop him, so he could only yell.
"Chasing the murderer!"
Song Zijie held his breath and stood still in the road, shouting.
"Bang bang bang!"
The 38-gun was turned in his hand, and a brass-colored bullet was fired at Han Jiang, who was wearing a mask.
Han Jiang had a gun on his shoulder, but he was holding the handle of the motorcycle tightly in his hand. When he saw the policeman risking his life to block the road, he immediately lowered the front of the car and flashed sideways, with a look of madness in his eyes.
The trajectories of several bullets whizzed past his ears, causing a faint sting.
However, this only stimulated Han Jiang's madness even more. He twisted the accelerator, raised the motorcycle's horsepower to the highest level, and knocked the bad guy in front of him away with a bang.
Ajie only felt a gust of wind whistling by. With a shake of his head, his whole body broke away from gravity and flew into the sky.
"Ajie!"
Chen Jin rushed to the road with red eyes, picked up Ajie, whose head was covered with blood, pressed the wound with all his strength, raised his head and stared at the motorcycle.
Ghost King Party!
As a newcomer, Ajie could not recognize the origin of this group of people. But Chen Jin had been on duty for several years, and he guessed the identity of this group of people after seeing the Ghost King mask.
This is also the reason why Chen Jin has been shrinking and dealing with it, but he didn't expect that he would actually harm Ajie.
If he hadn't insisted on dragging Ajie to buy gifts today, Ajie wouldn't have been hurt...
When Han Jiang drove the car to the intersection, he suddenly turned around, raised his middle finger towards Chen Jin, and said something like "Say no more."
"Fuck!"
He has never been afraid of the police in the West District!
