Marvel Entertainment, Inc.

With their hands tied and their noses and faces swollen, Frode and Wurtz sat in a corner by the window on the damp third floor, surrounded by a group of robbers wearing masks and armed with guns.

Frode felt something was wrong. He and Wurtz were both patrol police responsible for a small area. The largest industry in the area was this three-story supermarket. The biggest thing they usually dealt with was street fights.

Although there was a robbery, it was not surprising at all, this is Gotham after all.

The strange thing is that the people who rob a supermarket usually only have three or five people. They are security guards, lookouts, and money collectors. These are enough. After all, the supermarket is not a bank. The security standards are very average. There is not much cash. There are too many people. Not enough points.

The weapons are usually small pistols or simply blades.

But there were more than a dozen people wearing bulletproof vests and masks, holding assault rifles in their hands and grenades hanging on their waists. What made Froud feel the most outrageous was that he actually saw two rocket launchers.

This kind of configuration is more than enough to rob a bank.

In the restaurant on the top floor of the hotel, which is a few streets away, you can just see the movement of the supermarket from the floor-to-ceiling window. One black and one white, two gang leaders are sitting at the dining table, eating.

The black leader finished his steak, wiped his mouth, and said to Sully, who was sitting opposite with a glass of red wine and shaking it gently:

"Do you think he found out?"

Sally shook the red wine for a moment and said with a faint smile:

"Isn't this a matter of course? As long as you are not stupid, you will find problems, but he has to come."

"I always felt that this matter would not end so easily."

"When did you become indecisive?"

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The black leader was speechless for a moment, feeling that no one could be sure about this kind of thing.

"We didn't have a choice in the first place."

Sally didn't pay attention to the black leader's rhetorical question, and calmly expressed their helplessness. Even if there was someone behind them, they were still shady rats. No matter what the cat on the ground wanted to do, they could only passively retreat, defend, and counterattack. .

Of course, the cats have the final say when the war starts, but when it ends, it depends on whether they, the mice, want to agree.

Sally drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp, looked at the police motorcade passing by on the street, and said calmly:

"Don't think too much, he's already here."

Of course Bai Lu will come. He is now the police chief. His little brother is being held hostage. How could he remain indifferent? He has to deal with it himself if he bites it. If others want to touch it, they are stealing his food.

Although there were very few police officers available, Bai Lu took people to the supermarket.

But it was impossible for him to go directly there. After all, the gang had already taken action. If they could light fires everywhere to distract the police force, it might not be impossible to ambush them halfway.

Long before the main force was dispatched, Bai Lu had already asked two heavily armed elite special police officers to conduct a covert reconnaissance route in advance, clearing the road where they could set up ambush positions.

"The ambush failed."

The black leader looked at the ambush point where the battle took place before the convoy arrived, and his expression was not very good.

Sally also felt a little uneasy in his heart, but there was no change on his face. He still said calmly with the victory in hand:

“This is just an appetizer”

Bai Lu was in the police convoy, and a police captain who temporarily acted as deputy commander reported the situation to Bai Lu.

"Sir, the two teams indicate that the front is safe."