Over the phone, Hollow Frost’s voice was filled with murderous intent. Although Leonard Frost had warned him not to provoke Chris, after Chris crippled his brother’s legs, Hollow Frost couldn’t let it go.
He meticulously planned a major bank heist. Knowing the relationship between Chris and Candace, he decided to kidnap James to force Chris to come to him. Hollow Frost had already set a trap inside the bank, making it impossible for Chris to escape once he entered.
At that moment, as Chris moved to the first floor from the second, he suddenly encountered a man in a black mask at the stairwell corner. The man, armed with an automatic weapon, exuded a threatening aura. Chris’s expression immediately turned grave.
If the gunman fired, it would alert all the criminals in the building, putting the hostages at risk. But this was the only way to the first floor.
With no hesitation, Chris quickly and stealthily dashed past. By the time the gunman noticed, it was too late. Chris grabbed the man’s neck and twisted forcefully. There was a snap-the gunman’s neck was broken. He fell to the ground, eyes wide open in disbelief, dead before he could even see his assailant’s face clearly.
After dealing with the gunman, Chris carefully descended the stairs and peeked around the corner to survey the lobby.
There were about twenty to thirty heavily armed criminals. In a corner, forty to fifty hostages were crouching, trembling with fear. The women were sobbing uncontrollably, while the men looked terrified.
Just then, Chris spotted James among the hostages on the floor. James had been unlucky; he had come to the bank for a transaction and ended up a hostage during the robbery. Suddenly, one of the criminals harshly grabbed a young woman who was crying and shouted, “Stop your crying! Cry again, and I’ll kill you!”
“Let me go! Let me go!”
the young woman struggled desperately and then broke free, running towards the main entrance.
“You think you can run? You’re seeking death!”
The criminal sneered and fired his weapon without hesitation.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The woman fell into a pool of blood.
Screams erupted from the hostages.
Bang! Bang! Two more shots, and silence fell. A criminal brandishing a gun glared at everyone and growled, “Anyone else makes noise, I kill them!”
Hearing this, everyone immediately shut their mouths, too frightened to make a sound. Chris frowned upon seeing this; the criminals were extremely brutal, and rescuing James wouldn’t be easy. Just then, the leader’s phone rang.
“Hey! Young Master, I’ve figured out what to do.”
The gang leader put down his phone, his face murderous. He turned to James, who was crouching on the ground, and commanded, “Someone grab him for me!”
At his order, two thugs stepped forward and pulled James to his feet.
James immediately shouted, “What do you want to do? Are you blind? I’m the young master of the VANCE family. If you dare touch me, the VANCE family won’t let you off!”
The gang leader sneered, “Save your breath! If you weren’t the VANCE family young master, I wouldn’t bother capturing you.”
Hearing this, a chill ran down James’s spine. He had hoped that mentioning the VANCE family would intimidate the thugs, but they already knew his identity. It seemed this operation was thoroughly planned and premeditated.
The gang leader, tired of talking, raised his gun to James’s forehead.
“Chris, I know you’re here. If you don’t want to watch James die, you better come out now!”
Upon hearing this, Chris’s expression turned grim. It appeared that this so-called bank robbery was not as straightforward as it seemed. These thugs weren’t here to rob the bank; they were deliberately holding James to lure Chris out. Who could it be? What was their motive? Several questions popped into Chris’s mind.
“What? Chris is here!”
James exclaimed with joy upon hearing this. He knew Chris’s capabilities-he was none other than the renowned Amerosia Primus. With Chris’s intervention, he was sure to be saved. With this thought, James yelled, “Chris, come and save me!”
At that moment, Chris was hiding around the corner of the staircase and did not show himself. Knowing it was a trap, why would he walk into it? Chris was no fool.
“Not willing to come out?”
Seeing that Chris did not appear, the gang leader mocked, “Chris, I’d like to see how long you can hide.”
“Men, conduct a sweep immediately. Find Chris at all costs!”
he ordered. Following the command, twenty to thirty thugs began a comprehensive search throughout the bank building. Just moments earlier, the gang leader had received a call from Hollow Frost, who informed him that Chris had infiltrated the bank building. The gang leader’s task was simple: find Chris and kill him.
A thug, weapon in hand, approached the corner of the staircase. Whoosh! A slash appeared. Before the thug could react, his neck was slit open, and blood gushed forth. Thump! He attempted to speak, but his throat had been severed. He fell to the ground, his face in disbelief. In less than a second, Chris had effortlessly taken down a thug.
Chris quickly dragged the thug aside and picked up the fallen weapon. Swish! Without hesitation, Chris, weapon in hand, charged out. Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots echoed loudly.
Chris’s shooting was incredibly precise, almost every shot lethal. Within seconds, several thugs were dead. Seeing this, the remaining thugs finally realized what was happening.
“Chris is here! Chris is here! Kill him!”
they shouted.