Chapter 277

As Fiona and Andrew approached the bank's entrance, the automatic doors slid open. A man wearing a devil's mask strutted out arrogantly. Then, he led them inside the bank as hundreds of guns aimed at Andrew. The doors closed once more. The moment Andrew entered the lobby, he heard the sound of bullets being loaded. Right after that, the cold muzzle of the gun was planted firmly on the back of his head. "You've got some nerve. That shot didn't kill you. Now you're even delivering yourself into our hands," Scythe said sarcastically. At the same time, another criminal also pointed his gun at Fiona. This was their work habit—they would never let their guard down regardless of who they were facing, even normal hostages. This was because when accidents occur, they would have to pay for it with their life. Andrew snorted. "If all of you surrender right now, perhaps I can give you all a happy ending." "Surrender?" Scythe laughed, amused by Andrew's words. He made his way around to stand