Chapter 102: The Worst Robber in History

(Two points of recovery)

"Throw the money into that pickup truck in the back! Come on!"

The robber at the front of the car tapped the bullet head with his rifle and shouted loudly. In the car, Dave huddled under the chair, holding the shotgun and looking at Ron nervously.

Ron still hasn't figured out how he managed to fit such a big piece of himself into such a small space. Is it a space spell?

Finally, Ron moved when the robber shouted a second time. He walked to the back of the car and threw a bag of money into the bed of the pickup truck. The robber nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the deal was done.

But unfortunately, it backfired. Just when the robbers were thinking about what kind of ridiculous excuse they would come up with and appreciate the desperate expressions on their faces before killing the escorts, something happened suddenly.

Ron "accidentally" threw a bag of money on the ground, and by coincidence, this location was right next to the door of the pickup truck. The robber in the car could touch it as long as he opened the door and stretched out his hand.

"Damn, this guy must be playing tricks on us! He threw the bag on the ground." The robber cursed and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Listen, kid! I asked you to throw the money into the cargo compartment. If you try to be clever again, I will beat you. Damn this old guy's face!"

"Do as they say, Morgan! These people mean it." Dave also persuaded.

"Sorry, man, my hand really just slipped. Can you please come down and pick it up? It's not far anyway." Ron apologized with an smile.

"FxxK." The robber cursed secretly, opened the car door and got out of the car. He first observed Ron's movements and saw that he still lowered his head to take the money and threw it into the car. Everything was as usual. He then relaxed, lowered his head and prepared to throw the money away. Throw it back in the car.

But when he picked up the money and just looked up, Ron had a revolver in his hand. Using the cover of the money bag, Ron had already pointed the gun at him.

"Little..." The careful word just started, and Ron had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The bullet hit the center of the eyebrow, and the first robber fell.

Hearing the gunshot, Dave shrank nervously, almost peeing in fear, but Ron was still in the mood to look back, telling him not to worry too much.

"Be careful, look ahead!" Dave shouted anxiously, because he saw the kidnappers in the pickup truck ahead had got out with weapons, ready to teach Ron a lesson to avenge their companions.

"You're talking about this rubbish..." Ron turned around. The two robbers had just gotten out of the car. Before they could stand still, they were already nervously asking Ron to pull the trigger.

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Anyone who has ever shot a gun knows that the recoil of a gun is very strong. Even if you hold the gun correctly, you need to aim well, otherwise you will not hit the target at all.target, let alone shooting randomly like them.

There is no use except wasting bullets like Uncle Black.

"Bang bang~" Ron rewarded each of them with a bullet, and two more corpses fell to the ground, but it was not over yet.

"Thud, tug, tug..." The four robbers who got out of the pickup truck blocking the cash transport truck began to shoot wildly at the cash transport truck.

(Two points of recovery)

"Throw the money into that pickup truck in the back! Come on!"

The robber at the front of the car tapped the bullet head with his rifle and shouted loudly. In the car, Dave huddled under the chair, holding the shotgun and looking at Ron nervously.

Ron still hasn't figured out how he managed to fit such a big piece of himself into such a small space. Is it a space spell?

Finally, Ron moved when the robber shouted a second time. He walked to the back of the car and threw a bag of money into the bed of the pickup truck. The robber nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the deal was done.

But unfortunately, it backfired. Just when the robbers were thinking about what kind of ridiculous excuse they would come up with and appreciate the desperate expressions on their faces before killing the escorts, something happened suddenly.

Ron "accidentally" threw a bag of money on the ground, and by coincidence, this location was right next to the door of the pickup truck. The robber in the car could touch it as long as he opened the door and stretched out his hand.

"Damn, this guy must be playing tricks on us! He threw the bag on the ground." The robber cursed and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Listen, kid! I asked you to throw the money into the cargo compartment. If you try to be clever again, I will beat you. Damn this old guy's face!"

"Do as they say, Morgan! These people mean it." Dave also persuaded.

"Sorry, man, my hand really just slipped. Can you please come down and pick it up? It's not far anyway." Ron apologized with an smile.

"FxxK." The robber cursed secretly, opened the car door and got out of the car. He first observed Ron's movements and saw that he still lowered his head to take the money and threw it into the car. Everything was as usual. He then relaxed, lowered his head and prepared to throw the money away. Throw it back in the car.

But when he picked up the money and just looked up, Ron had a revolver in his hand. Using the cover of the money bag, Ron had already pointed the gun at him.

"Little..." The careful word just started, and Ron had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The bullet hit the center of the eyebrow, and the first robber fell.

Hearing the gunshot, Dave shrank nervously, almost peeing in fear, but Ron was still in the mood to look back, telling him not to worry too much.

"Be careful, look ahead!" Dave shouted anxiously, because he saw the kidnappers in the pickup truck ahead had got out with weapons, ready to teach Ron a lesson to avenge their companions.

"You're talking about this rubbish..." Ron turned around. The two robbers had just gotten out of the car. Before they could stand still, they were already nervously asking Ron to pull the trigger.

Anyone who has ever shot a gun knows that the recoil of a gun is very strong. Even if you hold the gun correctly, you need to aim well, otherwise you will not miss the target at all, let alone shoot randomly like they did. .

There is no use except wasting bullets like Uncle Black.

"Bang bang~" Ron rewarded each of them with a bullet, and two more corpses fell to the ground, but it was not over yet.

"Thud, tug, tug..." The four robbers who got out of the pickup truck blocking the cash transport truck began to shoot wildly at the cash transport truck.

(Two points of recovery)

"Throw the money into that pickup truck in the back! Come on!"

The robber at the front of the car tapped the bullet head with his rifle and shouted loudly. In the car, Dave huddled under the chair, holding the shotgun and looking at Ron nervously.

Ron still hasn't figured out how he managed to fit such a big piece of himself into such a small space. Is it a space spell?

Finally, Ron moved when the robber shouted a second time. He walked to the back of the car and threw a bag of money into the bed of the pickup truck. The robber nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the deal was done.

But unfortunately, it backfired. Just when the robbers were thinking about what kind of ridiculous excuse they would come up with and appreciate the desperate expressions on their faces before killing the escorts, something happened suddenly.

Ron "accidentally" threw a bag of money on the ground, and by coincidence, this location was right next to the door of the pickup truck. The robber in the car could touch it as long as he opened the door and stretched out his hand.

"Damn, this guy must be playing tricks on us! He threw the bag on the ground." The robber cursed and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Listen, kid! I asked you to throw the money into the cargo compartment. If you try to be clever again, I will beat you. Damn this old guy's face!"

"Do as they say, Morgan! These people mean it." Dave also persuaded.

"Sorry, man, my hand really just slipped. Can you please come down and pick it up? It's not far anyway." Ron apologized with an smile.

"FxxK." The robber cursed secretly, opened the car door and got out of the car. He first observed Ron's movements and saw that he still lowered his head to take the money and threw it into the car. Everything was as usual. He then relaxed, lowered his head and prepared to throw the money away. Throw it back in the car.

But when he picked up the money and just looked up, Ron had a revolver in his hand. Using the cover of the money bag, Ron had already pointed the gun at him.

"Little..." The careful word just started, and Ron had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The bullet hit the center of the eyebrow, and the first robber fell.

Hearing the gunshot, Dave shrank nervously, almost peeing in fear, but Ron was still in the mood to look back, telling him not to worry too much.

"Be careful, look ahead!" Dave shouted anxiously, because he saw the kidnapper in the pickup truck ahead already holding a weapon.Get out of the car, ready to teach Ron a lesson to avenge their companions.

"You're talking about this rubbish..." Ron turned around. The two robbers had just gotten out of the car. Before they could stand still, they were already nervously asking Ron to pull the trigger.

Anyone who has ever shot a gun knows that the recoil of a gun is very strong. Even if you hold the gun correctly, you need to aim well, otherwise you will not miss the target at all, let alone shoot randomly like they did. .

There is no use except wasting bullets like Uncle Black.

"Bang bang~" Ron rewarded each of them with a bullet, and two more corpses fell to the ground, but it was not over yet.

"Thud, tug, tug..." The four robbers who got out of the pickup truck blocking the cash transport truck began to shoot wildly at the cash transport truck.

(Two points of recovery)

"Throw the money into that pickup truck in the back! Come on!"

The robber at the front of the car tapped the bullet head with his rifle and shouted loudly. In the car, Dave huddled under the chair, holding the shotgun and looking at Ron nervously.

Ron still hasn't figured out how he managed to fit such a big piece of himself into such a small space. Is it a space spell?

Finally, Ron moved when the robber shouted a second time. He walked to the back of the car and threw a bag of money into the bed of the pickup truck. The robber nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the deal was done.

But unfortunately, it backfired. Just when the robbers were thinking about what kind of ridiculous excuse they would come up with and appreciate the desperate expressions on their faces before killing the escorts, something happened suddenly.

Ron "accidentally" threw a bag of money on the ground, and by coincidence, this location was right next to the door of the pickup truck. The robber in the car could touch it as long as he opened the door and stretched out his hand.

"Damn, this guy must be playing tricks on us! He threw the bag on the ground." The robber cursed and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Listen, kid! I asked you to throw the money into the cargo compartment. If you try to be clever again, I will beat you. Damn this old guy's face!"

"Do as they say, Morgan! These people mean it." Dave also persuaded.

"Sorry, man, my hand really just slipped. Can you please come down and pick it up? It's not far anyway." Ron apologized with an smile.

"FxxK." The robber cursed secretly, opened the car door and got out of the car. He first observed Ron's movements and saw that he still lowered his head to take the money and threw it into the car. Everything was as usual. He then relaxed, lowered his head and prepared to throw the money away. Throw it back in the car.

But when he picked up the money and just looked up, Ron had a revolver in his hand. Using the cover of the money bag, Ron had already pointed the gun at him.

"Little..." The careful word just started, and Ron had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The bullet hit the center of the eyebrow, and the first robber fell.

Hearing the gunshot, Dave shrank nervously, almost peeing in fear, but Ron was still in the mood to look back, telling him not to worry too much.

"Be careful, look ahead!" Dave shouted anxiously, because he saw the kidnappers in the pickup truck ahead had got out with weapons, ready to teach Ron a lesson to avenge their companions.

"You're talking about this rubbish..." Ron turned around. The two robbers had just gotten out of the car. Before they could stand still, they were already nervously asking Ron to pull the trigger.

Anyone who has ever shot a gun knows that the recoil of a gun is very strong. Even if you hold the gun correctly, you need to aim well, otherwise you will not miss the target at all, let alone shoot randomly like they did. .

There is no use except wasting bullets like Uncle Black.

"Bang bang~" Ron rewarded each of them with a bullet, and two more corpses fell to the ground, but it was not over yet.

"Thud, tug, tug..." The four robbers who got out of the pickup truck blocking the cash transport truck began to shoot wildly at the cash transport truck.

(Two points of recovery)

"Throw the money into that pickup truck in the back! Come on!"

The robber at the front of the car tapped the bullet head with his rifle and shouted loudly. In the car, Dave huddled under the chair, holding the shotgun and looking at Ron nervously.

Ron still hasn't figured out how he managed to fit such a big piece of himself into such a small space. Is it a space spell?

Finally, Ron moved when the robber shouted a second time. He walked to the back of the car and threw a bag of money into the bed of the pickup truck. The robber nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the deal was done.

But unfortunately, it backfired. Just when the robbers were thinking about what kind of ridiculous excuse they would come up with and appreciate the desperate expressions on their faces before killing the escorts, something happened suddenly.

Ron "accidentally" threw a bag of money on the ground, and by coincidence, this location was right next to the door of the pickup truck. The robber in the car could touch it as long as he opened the door and stretched out his hand.

"Damn, this guy must be playing tricks on us! He threw the bag on the ground." The robber cursed and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Listen, kid! I asked you to throw the money into the cargo compartment. If you try to be clever again, I will beat you. Damn this old guy's face!"

"Do as they say, Morgan! These people mean it." Dave also persuaded.