A chaotic "farce" is unfolding in a newly opened large bank.
Three robbers, wearing various clown masks, stormed the bank, machine guns aloft. Their sudden appearance and even more brazen behavior led them to drive a bus up to the bank entrance, jump out, and begin a rampage. Many bank security guards were immediately killed, along with many residents inside. These three clowns, with their precise and brutal marksmanship and coordinated tactics, overwhelmed the bank's armed forces with their sudden attack.
"Get down! Everyone, get down!"
"Miss, do you want to play with us? Bang! Asshole, I told you to stay down and don't move!"
Three clowns cleaned a bank head-on.
"Three people in front and two people on the rooftop, our money has to be divided into five parts." The man wearing a hideous clown mask gestured with his fingers and said to his two partners.
"It's six. Don't forget the planner of the operation, the clown." The cold-blooded clown shot and killed the security guard and took a hostage.
"He thinks he can just sit back and reap the benefits? That's ridiculous! We were the ones who robbed the money, so why does he think he can take our money just by talking? Now I know why he's called the Clown." said the man wearing a hideous clown mask.
"Why?"
"Because he is a clown! A ridiculous clown!" said the hideous mask.
The smiling clown at the back never spoke a word. His venomous snake-like eyes looked at everything coldly. If you looked closely, you would see that the smiling clown's hands would twitch unconsciously from time to time.
Two criminals wearing clown masks jumped directly onto the bank rooftop and headed straight for the nearby voltage device.
The Red-Eyed Clown skillfully turned on the voltage device and took out the instruments from his backpack to start cutting off all the lines of the bank.
"What's the situation?" The blue-eyed clown who was on guard at the back suddenly asked.
"The silent alarm was found...Done, but it's strange, they didn't call 911, but dialed a private number..." The red-eyed clown frowned, and finally succeeded in cutting off the line and all possible ways to connect to the outside world.
"What's the problem with that?"
"No, I haven't. I've already taken care of it all."
Bang!
The red-eyed clown was shot dead by the blue-eyed clown behind him. The blue-eyed clown carried a bag and headed straight for the vault. He pulled out a high-end electric drill from the bag and drilled into the metal door. Another clown broke in. This one was a man wearing a yellow-lidded clown mask and carrying a bunch of backpacks to store money.
"What kind of bank is this? They actually use a 5,000-watt power supply to connect the bank. It's crazy." The blue-eyed clown complained, which increased his workload.
The yellow-eyed clown asked, "Where's the guy who hacked the alarm?"
"I ripped him off. My boss told me to get rid of him right after he finished the job. That way I can get a smaller share of the money, right?"
The door to the treasury was finally drilled through, and Blue Eyes was struggling to pry it open. It was obvious that Blue Eyes was a rare master, very proficient in this line of work.
"How hilarious." The yellow-eyed clown slowly took out his weapon, "The boss gave me the same task."
"What? Wait! No! No!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Yellow-Eyed Clown was cautious. He fired several shots, killing his teammate, then rushed into the vault, backpack in hand, and frantically dug into several bags. Suddenly, dozens of buses arrived, waiting to collect the money. They were racing against time, trying to pack up as much money as possible and take it away.
As for why they didn't just hire a hacker and wire the funds directly? Hehehe...they were rooted in Gotham, and it wasn't like they were going to quit after this one job and leave. While electronic methods were quick, they were still just punching numbers on a computer, and the police could easily freeze their accounts the same way.
For them, real money is far more reliable than electronic money.
In the bank lobby, three clowns roughly pulled people away from the counter one by one to prevent them from hiding behind and shooting back. Although people were afraid like pitiful lambs, according to probability theory, there will always be people in a group who stand up and fight to the death, especially those with vested interests.
The bank's boss glared, took out a shotgun, and shot the most arrogant and cruel clown to death with a bang.
The ferocious clown and the smiling clown quickly hid behind a counter.
"You bastards, do you know whose bank this is?! Do you know who's backing this bank? You're dead, don't even think about leaving!"
The boss cursed as he loaded his gun and fired furiously. If the bank was robbed, according to the law, all depositors could be charged to him, and he would have to spend the rest of his life in endless repayments. He was desperate: either die now or work as a bricklayer in his next life to pay off the debt.
"Hey, he's fired so many shots, it seems he's out of bullets, right?" asked the ferocious clown.
The Smiling Clown rarely spoke. He glanced at the other person with a cold gaze and nodded heavily.
The ferocious clown was instantly excited. He stood up and was about to shoot the arrogant lamb to death. He just squatted on the ground and waited to be robbed. Why did people always meddle in other people's business?
Bang!
The boss fired again, but missed.
The ferocious clown lay on the ground in a mess, cursing at the smiling clown: "How did you learn math? Did the physical education teacher teach you?"
"He has no bullets now." The Smiling Clown stood up and shot the boss down with one shot.
"We should make a lot of money this time. If the clown is smart enough, he should arrange a car to transport the money. After all, he is the planner of the operation." The hideous clown gripped the gun tightly and walked around the hall.
Suddenly, the hideous clown raised his gun and pointed it at the smiling clown. They were the only two criminals left in the hall.
"I bet the Joker also lets you kill me at the last moment?" The ferocious clown raised the corner of his mouth, and his smile was indeed a bit ferocious.
"What?" The Smiling Clown looked a little surprised and looked down at his watch. "No, no, no, you misunderstood me. My mission is to kill the bus driver."
"Bus driver? What bus driver? Tell me! What bus driver?!" The ferocious clown was a little nervous. The final winner could take away all the money, which was a huge sum of money.
boom!
A bus crashed through the gate and drove in recklessly, knocking the hideous clown out. The clown was bleeding from the head and it was obvious that he was not going to survive.
The yellow-eyed clown emerged from the vault, opened the car door, and called out to the smiling clown, "Mission accomplished! That guy definitely won't wake up. We're done for school, time to leave! Hurry and get in the car! We stole a lot of money this time, the boss must be very pleased... By the way, where are the others?"
The Smiling Clown shot and killed the only remaining Yellow-Eyed Clown. He walked a little crookedly, and his arms shook unconsciously, looking like a madman.
"Damn it, you can't run away! Who are you?" The boss still had a breath left. He witnessed this farce and felt a little sad in his heart.
"What? Sir, are you asking me? Asking me?" The smiling clown staggered, half walking and half moving to the boss's side, slowly took off the clown mask, revealing the scary face behind the mask!
The man was heavily made up, his face smeared with excessive, exaggerated amounts of skincare powder, leaving him completely pale. Countless layers of eyeliner gave him repulsive dark circles. The most terrifying thing was undoubtedly his mouth. Starting from his lips, a slash slanted upwards on each cheek, creating a smile that looked as if someone had carved it with a knife. Most of his face was ripped apart, and together with his lips, it formed a single, eerie smile.
The smiling clown grabbed the boss's head and said crazily, "Hehehe...you're asking me? I'm the clown!"