Chloe Sinclair's heart sank.
Remembering what Eight had told her, she looked up at the robbers by the door, and a nameless rage surged within her.
'What kind of monsters are these? After robbing a bank, they're so afraid of being identified that they're going to strap bombs to innocent people before they leave.'
The robbers turned back midway, their eyes crazed as they glared at the crowd.
Chloe Sinclair's gaze darkened. She planted her right foot on the ground, tensed and ready to spring into action.
The robbers slowly approached. The people around them seemed to have guessed what was coming. They wanted to cry but didn't dare, only letting out soft whimpers. Adults clamped their hands tightly over their children's mouths, muffling any sound.
In the face of life and death, everyone was trembling with fear.
"Don't you want money?"
Chloe Sinclair suddenly stood up. Her voice was soft, but her words carried an icy chill.
