Chapter 659: The City of Sin – Robbery at the Casino

In the city of Las Vegas, hidden beneath the dazzling lights and debauchery, crime is something that never takes a day off.

Its nickname, "The City of Sin," is no exaggeration.

At the Bellagio Hotel.

First-floor casino.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm wailed through the air. Two masked robbers, carrying black backpacks and wielding AKs, burst out of the casino lobby.

They used their weapons to stop a passing black Benz, dragging out the female driver at gunpoint.

"Get out of the damn car, bitch!"

One of the robbers suddenly shouted in alarm.

It turned out that parked right outside the Bellagio were two police cars—and six officers standing by.

But they weren't there for the robbery. The Las Vegas police department simply didn't respond that quickly.

It was just a coincidence.

Those officers had been dispatched to investigate a missing child case nearby.

Realizing a robbery was happening before their eyes, the six officers immediately surrounded the suspects, leading to a shootout.

One robber fired and hit a police officer in the chest.

The robber was then shot in the head by another officer.

The remaining robber, known as Korn, quickly grabbed the frightened female driver and forced her back into the car.

Holding the barrel of his gun to her head, he snarled, "Drive, bitch! I said drive! Do you want me to blow your head off?!"

"Okay, okay, I'm starting it, I'm starting it!" she stammered, trembling as she pressed the ignition button.

In her panic, she missed the brake, causing the engine to stall once before finally starting.

"Hurry up! I swear, if this car doesn't move in one second, I'll blow your brains out!"

Korn jabbed the muzzle hard against her head.

"Step on the gas, now!"

Terrified, she floored it and the car shot forward.

Four police officers got into two cruisers and gave chase.

One stayed behind to assist the wounded.

By the time more officers arrived at the Bellagio, the media had already caught wind of the incident. The breaking news quickly went live.

"Breaking news: At 5:14 PM local time, an armed robbery occurred in the first-floor casino of the Bellagio. Two suspects stole $1.5 million in cash and casino chips. One suspect has been shot dead. The other fled the scene and has been identified using facial recognition technology."

"The fugitive's name is Korn Farrell, a repeat offender. One year ago, he and his accomplices robbed the Aurora Hotel casino and managed to escape. In that case as well, large sums of cash and chips were taken. In both robberies, Korn wore a black cap and sunglasses, along with a black jacket. Police have confirmed he was the mastermind behind both incidents."

"Warning: The fugitive is a former soldier, trained in firearms and with experience in war zones. He is considered extremely dangerous..."

"A $50,000 reward is being offered for information leading to his capture."

Meanwhile, Martin and his group of four were driving back to the Caesars Palace Hotel in a Bentley.

The radio was broadcasting news of the "Bellagio casino robbery."

"This place is nuts," Jack Nicholson said. "I heard there's a robbery at a small casino almost every day. As long as nobody dies, the cops don't even care. A friend of mine said the big casinos don't give a damn about those small-time places. Only when a big name like the Bellagio gets hit does it make the news."

"The heart of the Strip is still relatively safe," Leonardo added. "Like the main avenue by Caesars Palace. Otherwise, rich folks wouldn't even bother coming here."

Robert raised an eyebrow. "Rich folks? Aren't you one of them?"

"Uh…" Leonardo realized his slip but stuck to his guns. "I'm not rich-rich. Martin's the one with real money. He's the boss!"

"Did you guys hear that?" Martin suddenly said, seemingly changing the subject.

"Hear what?"

"What do you mean?" Robert, Leonardo, and Jack were all confused.

"Sirens. It sounds like police sirens up ahead," Martin said.

"Haha, maybe that robber is headed right toward us!" Jack joked.

No sooner had he said it than the screeching of sirens drew near.

The four of them saw a black car being chased by two police cruisers—and it was heading straight for them.

"Shit—brace yourselves!" Martin shouted, yanking the steering wheel hard to the right. Ignoring the screams from his passengers, he drove the Bentley straight up onto the sidewalk stairs.

He had only wanted to avoid the collision with the Mercedes, but that black car seemed locked onto them. To his surprise, it followed them up the stairs too.

Martin could even faintly hear a woman screaming inside the Mercedes.

In truth, Martin had misread the situation.

The female driver had a gun to her head and, frozen in panic, had kept her foot slammed down on the gas.

The car swerved wildly, nearly crashing into Martin's Bentley, then instinctively turned in the same direction—straight up the stairs.

Martin, of course, didn't know any of that. He thought the robbers were targeting them specifically.

"Damn it, Jack! You jinxed us!" Martin cursed. He slammed the gas pedal, sending the Bentley lurching up the pedestrian overpass.

"I didn't mean to!" Jack said, panicked, heart pounding.

He muttered, "These robbers really are as crazy as the news said. Are we going to die?"

Then he added, "Not that I care. I'm old, I've lived enough. It's just a shame for you youngsters—so full of life. Tsk tsk!"

"Shut up!"

"Shut your damn mouth!"

Robert and Leonardo, both on edge, exploded at Jack.

Jack hunched his shoulders. "I'm just saying..."

"Say what? As long as I'm here, no one's dying!" Martin declared.

Jack's eyes lit up. "Right! I almost forgot—Martin's a super soldier!"

Screeeeech!

The Bentley came to a sudden halt at the top of the overpass.

Behind them, the female driver in the Mercedes, still speeding up the stairs, realized too late what was happening. She instinctively tried to turn the wheel—but Korn grabbed it with one hand.

"Keep going! This is perfect. We'll take the bridge!" Korn laughed maniacally, jabbing the gun at her to force her forward.

But he hadn't expected the Bentley ahead to suddenly stop.

BANG!

The Mercedes crashed straight into the back of Martin's Bentley.