Chapter 3: I Bet Your Gun Is Empty

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The Dog-Headed Man glanced at the Tiger-Headed Man, who naturally spoke up, “Big A, Big B! Next, proceed according to the original plan.”

“Understood!”

The two nodded and then began taking hostages, loudly shouting outside like any ordinary bandits would.

Their demands were nothing unusual: they wanted the police to provide a steam transport vehicle so they could take hostages, get the money, and escape safely.

Then, the Dog-Headed Man entered a bank meeting room and with two loud bangs, pried open the ventilation duct.

“You’re staying too!” The Dog-Headed Man glanced at the Tiger-Headed Man, then at Chu Zhu, hesitating slightly. “If it’s you…”

“I’m definitely going with you!” Chu Zhu said resolutely.

“...Alright then!” The Dog-Headed Man still looked conflicted but, considering the other party was footing the bill, he turned to the Tiger-Headed Man. “You just need to stall! In the end, you can choose to leave the money somewhere to lure the police away. Hold out until we cause trouble on the other side and they’re forced to split their forces.”

From start to finish, the Dog-Headed Leader never believed they could actually escape with the bank’s cash and gold bars.

What he was after was the huge reward promised by B2.

How much money could one rob from a bank?

Not to mention, after robbing, they would have to launder the money. Except for the gold, the bills had verification codes controlled by ancient relics under official supervision, making large-scale money laundering unimaginably difficult...

But the reward B2 offered was different—real money they could spend freely in society.

“Big C, you’re coming with us!” With that, the Dog-Headed Man crawled into the vent. Big C, wearing the bear mask, followed closely, with Chu Zhu last.

The Tiger-Headed Man barely managed to reinstall the pried-open vent cover. Once they had crawled far enough, he pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at the vent cover. After reloading, he fired several more shots at various spots in the meeting room as a crude cover.

Then, he took a deep breath and headed back toward the bank lobby.

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The ventilation system branched out in all directions, connecting directly to the second floor of the neighboring building. The back of that building hadn’t been sealed off yet; they could simply jump out the window on the second floor. After all, the three of them weren’t carrying much.

Once seated in the prepared carriage, the Dog-Headed Man finally relaxed. He removed his mask, revealing a somewhat simple, honest face—like that of an old farmer.

Big C, the Bear-Headed Man, also took off his mask, his true face resembling a character from Detective Conan named Vodka.

Under their sharp gazes, Chu Zhu calmly removed her fox mask, curiously studying the two men with an air of complete confidence.

The Dog-Headed Man stared intently at Chu Zhu for a moment before withdrawing his gaze. He took off his coat and donned another set of clothes provided inside the carriage, speaking as he changed, “Alright, B2, the goods are in your hands! The mission fee should be…”

“You’re not curious about what this is?” Chu Zhu said lightly. “Zhang Kun.”

“Curious? Ha, I’ve lived long enough to understand one truth... The more curious you are in this world, the faster you die!” The Dog-Headed Man’s voice remained steady.

This wasn’t to say he wasn’t surprised Chu Zhu knew his identity...

It was just that B2 had shown astonishing intelligence capabilities during their earlier exchanges. Even if he knew... well, he still found it hard to accept. But what could he do? The money hadn’t been paid yet. He’d just have to make do.

“You will be curious,” Chu Zhu said slowly. She unfolded a map and held it against the left window. The sunlight filtered through a thin black veil, casting hidden routes onto the map. “Because the map’s end point is where Zhang Xun finally died.”

The Dog-Headed Man’s expression remained unchanged, though a flicker of doubt appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, Big C lunged at Chu Zhu with a loud thud.

“Really! Haven’t you thought why I dare to say this here?” Chu Zhu sighed, spinning nimbly and delivering a whip-like kick that struck Big C’s cheek. With a loud smack, he crashed onto the carriage seat.

The Dog-Headed Man’s face hardened with cruelty. Seizing the moment, he drew a gun from behind and aimed at Chu Zhu. “General!”

“Sorry.” Chu Zhu calmly straightened her clothes and, at that moment, lightly wiped her foot on Big C’s backside, who was facing down. She said confidently, “I bet your gun’s empty! Oh no, that’s a slip-up. I mean, you won’t shoot.”

Dog-Headed Man: “?”

His face registered disbelief, ridicule, and speechlessness all at once. “I only wanted to get information from you, not kill you! But not shooting? Ha, there’s no one nearby right now…”

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The Dog-Headed Man fell silent because he saw Chu Zhu smiling and making a shushing gesture.

At that moment of confusion, through the thin black veil on the carriage’s rear door, he noticed several men dressed in black Zhongshan suits emerge from a corner about thirty meters away.

They scanned the area to confirm no one was around, then approached the window from which the trio had just jumped, lowering their heads to discuss something briefly.

The thin black veil on the carriage’s rear window didn’t completely block the view inside but effectively prevented outsiders from seeing in. To Chu Zhu, it was like a one-way mirror in this world’s version.

Finally, after their discussion, the men all looked up and glanced at the open window.

The leader nodded expressionlessly, tapped his toe lightly on the ground, and his body floated like cotton, drifting silently to the second floor.

The others followed suit. The last man, frustrated, rubbed his head and muttered, “I can’t fly... Seriously! I want to do missions too.”

But...

The last man looked very young, not yet twenty, with a youthful face and soft fuzz still lingering.

He scanned the surroundings and quickly noticed the carriage. Although the rear compartment faced him directly, he couldn’t see its sides or whether someone was driving, but just then, the horses snorted sharply, drawing his attention.

“Someone’s here...” The young man stepped closer, starting to speak.

Before he could finish, Chu Zhu swiftly grabbed the whip next to the rider’s seat and cracked it sharply against the horse’s rear.

“Giddy-up!”

The two horses startled, neighing, and bolted. The entire carriage shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, clattering loudly as it sped away.