The two parties chased and fled in a circle around the building. After running for a while, the blond man also learned to be smart. He only sent a few people to follow Irving, while the rest spread out to outflank Irving.
Owen had almost been dumped several times. Now he was running in the passage and suddenly heard the sound of a door opening in front of him. It seemed that someone had come around in front of him. Owen jumped up on his knees, and the robbers who were outflanking him had just turned around.
He kneeled me in the face and passed out.
He kept speeding and then ran towards the passage door. The second robber just opened the door and was shoveled to the ground by Owen who was sliding sideways. Owen held the door and clamped it hard, and the second robber also passed out.
The footsteps behind him were chasing after him. Owen turned on the escape mode again, and his figure disappeared in the corridor in an instant. In the corridor, the robbers who were rushing up were once again knocked down by Owen who suddenly jumped down from above. When they stood up,
Owen's figure has appeared on the next floor.
The pursuit and interception began again.
But no matter how smooth Owen's movements are, escaping is not a performance after all, and there is no chance to do it again. After Owen opened a door and rushed into the room, he suddenly discovered that there was no back door in this room. When he wanted to turn around, he was greeted by
It's a bunch of bullets.
Mad, I finally caught you.
A group of robbers were waiting outside the door, panting. This guy was so good at running that a dozen of them couldn't catch up with him. This time they finally blocked him, and everyone went in without any hurry, and first took a breather outside.
meeting.
Owen felt regretful inside the house. There was no skylight, no back door, and no other exit except for a floor-to-ceiling window. It was almost a dead end. The outside had been blocked by robbers, and Owen had to block the door with the few pieces of furniture he had.
, maybe it can be delayed for a while.
Boom, boom, boom
The guys outside started banging on the door, but Owen had blocked all the furniture so it wouldn't be able to open it for a while.
The people outside bumped into each other for a while and then there was no movement. Just when Owen was wondering what the people outside would do next, gunshots rang out. Countless bullets shot through the wooden wall, and Owen only had time to lie on the ground before he was killed.
Flooded with debris.
He had used all the furniture in the house to block the door, and there wasn't even anything that could be used as a cover. Perhaps God favored him so much that he was unscathed when the gunfire stopped.
The house had been in a mess, with bullet holes everywhere on the walls, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows had disappeared. Large and small holes were made in the wooden wall directly in front, and Owen could see the figures flashing outside.
"Danglang, Danglang"
Something rolled in through the hole, and Owen knew what was thrown in by the sound. This was the third time he had been bombed today.
"Shit..." Owen turned around and jumped out of the window.
"Boom~~~~"
There was a violent explosion, and the shock wave carried dust, debris and broken glass flying out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The disgraced Owen grabbed the edge of the window with his hands and hung his whole body outside to escape.
"Cough cough cough~~~"
Owen coughed due to the flying dust, and his ears were still buzzing from the shock wave. A big hole was blown out of the wooden wall by the explosion. Several robbers stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with grins. Owen was lying on the window sill under his feet.
hand.
A pair of military boots appeared in Owen's field of vision. His eyes moved upward, and he saw a blond man. The other man was looking at him with a cruel look, with a gleam of revenge in his eyes.
"You, bastard, are the ones who threw my brother down from the stairs, right?"
The blond man said in a leisurely tone, but stepped on Owen's hand with his foot. Owen endured the pain, but did not dare to let go. The blond man still couldn't get over his anger after stepping on it a few times, and began to crush it again.
.
There was unbearable pain in his fingers. Owen gritted his teeth and held on without making a sound.
"I'm giving you an advantage by letting you die like this. Pull him up to me."
The blond man seemed to think that this was not enough, and was going to catch Owen and torture him slowly. Owen was dragged up by the hands of several robbers, and he was immediately attacked by the blond man.
The blond man separated from everyone and started to kick Owen like crazy. Owen didn't resist and let him kick. It wasn't that he couldn't avoid it, he just didn't want to overly stimulate this guy and avoid being kicked by him.
Owen held his head, curled up as much as possible to protect the vital parts of his body, and silently endured the attack from the blond man. The critical attacks from behind continued, but Owen's mind turned to other aspects. He pretended to struggle, but in fact he was secretly observing his surroundings.
situation.
When the two guys saw Owen pretending to be dead on the ground, they tried to lift him up so they could continue to withstand the blond man's violent storm.
Owen took the opportunity to hit one of the guys in the face with his headbutt, and then took advantage of the chaos to try to escape through the hole. However, he was a step too late and was blocked by the rest of the group, forcing him back.
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Owen stopped pretending, and he no longer endured the attacks from the blond man. But after all, this was not his home court. He would be beaten more frequently and had less chance to fight back.
The blond man's curses continued, and he was unwilling to stop after venting his curses, but the walkie-talkie on his body suddenly rang: "Alex, what are you doing? Come meet me on the 18th floor quickly, we are leaving."
It seemed that Hans had been rescued by his people, which was what he had expected. The door of the vault had long been destroyed, which meant that it could not be opened from the inside. It only took a slight turn from the outside to open it.
You can't lock people in at all.
The blond man originally wanted to torture Owen to avenge his brother, but when he heard Hans' urging, he could only give up angrily. He picked up the walkie-talkie and replied: "Okay, I'll be there soon."
"Throw him out of here."
The blond man said his final words to Owen, and several guys gathered around him.
Owen slowly stepped back. He didn't want the other party to get what he wanted. He had already made up his mind that even if he was going to die, he would at least bring one of them to die with him. However, he suddenly heard someone shouting from the walkie-talkie on his body: "Get down!!!"
Owen subconsciously lay down. The next second, the robbers who were so arrogant just now were named one after another. Blood splattered on their bodies and they fell to the ground motionless.
In just a few seconds, there were no living people in the field of vision, and the robbers who were standing in the house turned into fresh corpses. Owen looked at those corpses in disbelief, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed the same thing.
The blond man lying on the ground.
...
18th floor
Hans knew something was wrong when he found out that the men guarding the hostages could not be contacted, and the police must have taken action.
But it doesn't matter, he has obtained the bearer bond. As long as he leaves this place of right and wrong, he can find a place to be a rich man. As for the two mice, who cares.
Alex was late in coming. Time waited for no one, so he decided not to wait any longer. If he stayed for a second longer, he would be in greater danger. He stood up and said to the others: "No wait, let's go."
The remaining robbers followed Hans to the elevator with a dozen large bags filled with bonds. Behind him, the vault was filled with bombs.
The black young man with glasses was excitedly carrying his two travel bags, both of which were filled with money, and he didn't feel the weight of one of the bags at all.