Chapter 035 Now, We Run

The sunglass-clad hunks raised their guns and fired at the fleeing blue van, completely indifferent to whether their bullets would hit pedestrians on the sidewalk. The private cars and buses on the streets were stuck in a jam; many drivers had abandoned their cars to run for their lives, while some bystanders hid on the buses, taking out their phones to record videos.

At this moment, a red sedan was trapped in the flow of traffic, unable to move. Inside were four white men with nondescript looks, watching everything indifferently.

They were, of course, aware of the street gunfight happening two or three hundred meters ahead, but the contents in the car's trunk meant they couldn't just abandon their vehicle.

"Are they robbing a cash transport?" asked the crew-cut man in the driver's seat, wearing a brown jacket, impassively.