Inside a rapidly advancing armored personnel carrier, four bank robbers handcuffed with silver bracelets stared angrily at Luo An and his two companions, cursing out loud.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Fu-k you!"
Among the four robbers, Joseph was the main planner and leader of the bank robbery. Now that he was caught, he was the loudest in cursing:
"Damn IRS! They broke the deal! And you damned FBI..."
"Hey, stop cursing."
Winslow and Chenier sitting beside them couldn't be bothered with it, and Luo An yawned, thought for a moment, and said with a smile:
"To be honest, you guys should thank us."
"What?"
"What did you say?"
Hearing this, Winslow and Chenier looked at Luo An with subconscious confusion, the four robbers were startled and then filled with even more fury:
"You..."
"Let me break it down for you."
Before Joseph, Carter, Ferdinand, and Brooke could let out more intense curses, Luo An started explaining simply.
