Xiao Di immediately turned to Jill Young, gritting her teeth. "After this is done, we split by headcount. You get a quarter."
"A quarter? You flunked math, huh? I should get at least a third."
"Why?"
Jill pointed at Amoeba. "Does this goofball even count as a 'head'?"
A quick glance at Amoeba, who was poking his butt out and peeking around, wiggling like a rattlesnake, made Xiao Di nod instantly. "Alright, two for us, one for you. Now hurry up and think of something!"
"This little scuffle even counts as trouble?" Jill grabbed one side of the table leg. Derek Cheng caught on right away and grabbed the other. Together, they flipped the marble slab—over 150 kilos—sending it flying with a whoosh, smashing into the other side. As the enemies panicked, Jill's double dove out, did a forward roll in midair, and kicked a suit-wearing guy right in the neck.
The suit guy's neck bent at a ridiculous angle with a crack. Jill snatched his submachine gun and started spraying bullets across the room. Gotta say, this gun handled way better than those knockoff Jonathan models she'd used before. Meanwhile, Derek and Xiao Di broke through, taking out enemies at lightning speed.
Soon, all the suited staff in the lobby were down. As Jill hopped over the counters, she noticed there wasn't a dime in the teller area. VIP clients probably make big deals and don’t use cash. Behind the counter was a wooden door—Amoeba was fiddling with the lock and code, but it looked like he was nowhere near cracking it.
Jill looked at Xiao Di. "How much time do we have?"
"We didn’t bring the underlings, but they’re busy outside, setting things up. We’ve got at least fifteen minutes of safe time."
Xiao Di immediately looked at Jill Young, gritting her teeth: "When it's done, we'll split by headcount. You get a quarter."
"A quarter? You can't do math, can you? I should at least get a third!"
"Why?"
Jill pointed at Amoeba: "Does this guy count as a 'head'?"
Xiao Di glanced at Amoeba, who was peeking out and wiggling his butt like a rattlesnake, then nodded: "Fine, two for us, one for you. Now hurry up and think of something!"
Jill grabbed one side of a table leg, and Derek instantly got the hint, grabbing the other. Together, they flipped the massive marble table, sending it flying toward the other side. Taking advantage of the chaos, Jill's double rolled through the air and kicked a suited man's neck.
The suited man's neck snapped at a ridiculous angle. Jill snatched his submachine gun and fired a burst at the others. Honestly, this gun was way better than the Jonathan model she'd used before. Meanwhile, Derek and Xiao Di quickly broke through, dispatching enemies at lightning speed.
Soon, all the suited staff in the hall were down. As Jill crossed the teller counter, she found there was no cash inside. Guess the VIPs here dealt in big transactions, probably not cash. Behind the counter was a wooden door, where Amoeba was fiddling with the lock and password, clearly not getting anywhere fast.
Jill looked at Xiao Di: "How much time do we have?"
"We didn't bring any underlings, but they're busy outside. We've got at least fifteen minutes of safety." Xiao Di replied.
"Fifteen minutes?" Jill calculated: attack, crack the vault, pack the loot, escape—all in fifteen minutes wasn't exactly generous. So she yanked Amoeba aside: "Move." With a twist of her wrist, out came the fifty-kilo metal ball, her trusty miracle worker. She smashed it against the door—thud! The echo rang metallic, but the door didn't budge. Turns out, the wood was just for show; the real deal was the alloy inside.
"Everyone, help out—use this!" Derek called. The group turned to see him hefting a marble table, easily over a hundred kilos. Jill and Xiao Di exchanged a look, reached out together, and the three of them used the table like a battering ram. Bam—the door trembled. Bam—it shook. Bam—a dent appeared, flakes of wood falling off.
This door's got guts!
Just as Jill's crew was about to go again, Amoeba roared, "Move aside—here comes the Demon Hercules!" They turned to see him hoisting three marble tables stacked together, veins bulging, face red, but somehow he managed nearly five hundred kilos! He stomped forward, picking up speed and roaring.
With a thunderous crash, the door caved in, instantly swinging open. Inside, dozens of armed staff had been waiting, unleashing a hail of bullets. But Amoeba barreled in like a tank, scattering people everywhere. Most bullets bounced off the marble, a few hit him, splattering tiny bits of blood, but nothing slowed him down. He swung a slab like a baseball bat, smacking a suit guy so hard he stuck to the wall and couldn't get down.
Jill's eyes went wide, staring at Amoeba's wild display in disbelief.
"Surprised, huh?" Xiao Di grinned. "Now, by headcount, I'll be generous and give you a quarter."
"There's really such a thing?!" Jill exclaimed.
Jill, Xiao Di, and Derek charged in after Amoeba, wiping out the attacking staff. Clearly, Xiao Di's crew had already scoped the place; they dashed up the stairs and reached the second floor in a flash. There, a massive metal gate loomed—the vault, at last.
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Amoeba was huffing and puffing, hands on knees, looking totally spent. Clearly, his burst of power came at a cost. The bullet wounds weren't bleeding much, and he didn't look pained—apparently, this level of injury couldn't really slow him down. Who knows if this was a one-time outburst or if he's just built like a tank.
"Now what?" Jill knocked on the big gate. From the vibrations, it was clear—this thing was super hard and super thick, at least a meter or more. "Even a cannon might not cut it. Any genius ideas?" She patted Amoeba's shoulder. "Or do we need him to turn into the Invisible Bandit?"
"No need." Derek unzipped Amoeba's backpack and pulled out a pile of solid explosives: "We'll blast it open."
"Hey, man, isn't that a bit much?" Amoeba protested, his brows nearly meeting in the middle, hesitating: "I mean, explosives and bank robbery—it's a little too..."
"Quit whining, let's go!" Xiao Di dashed up the stairs to the next floor—the seventy-second, the very top of the bank. Above was just the roof. They ran into an empty office. Maybe someone was supposed to be there, but either they'd fled or been taken out. Now, Jill's crew could do whatever they wanted.
"This is the spot." Derek found the right place and stuck the explosives to the floor, set the timer, and hit the button. He dove for cover—BOOM! Fire shot up, computers and papers flew everywhere, and even the roof was blown away. The blast ripped up the floor, exposing the alloy vault below.
(A quick note: My company is dragging everyone on a weekend trip. Friday after work until late Sunday—so chapters will be auto-scheduled. I'll work my tail off to write as much as I can before Thursday. If I survive, please send recommendations. If not... light a candle for my black-and-white photo!)