And the sound of gunfire in the distance.
His tone was hesitant.
However, before he could finish speaking,
he was slapped on the back of the head.
The one who hit him was none other than the young man known as Scar Brother.
A vicious, cross-shaped scar marred his face, the flesh turned outward, making it look exceptionally horrifying.
He wore a black bulletproof vest, and the rifle in his hands glinted coldly under the streetlight.
He blew out a smoke ring and viciously ground the cigarette butt under his foot.
"Look at you, you coward!"
Scar Brother grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.
"This is exactly why we have to hit this score. It's a rich neighborhood.
Rob any one of these houses, and you're looking at a take of at least a hundred million.
Besides, I've already cased our target for this mission."
He turned to scan his eager accomplices, then pointed in a specific direction.
