Just three minutes later, Edwin Antonio arrived at the original site of the Craig Building.

The reason why it is said to be the original site is that there is no trace of this classical revival building here. Only a piece of ruins is left, with a large amount of gravel and steel bars piled up here.

"We have checked the vault, and everything they took away, and what they didn't take away was burned. Including all our inventory here, there are also a large number of small notes of 20 gold shields and 10 gold shields."

The one who reported to Antonio was a "blood brooch". But in addition, the tie clip was also red, which was a beautiful appearance that only blood hand cadres had.

“No one of the combat team members we deployed here survived except for the bank employees and ordinary citizens who were involved in the process of being released from the barrier midway.”

At this time, Edwin Antonio's breath was no longer just gloomy. The temperature around him had dropped to freezing point, which made several members around him shudder.

"Since there are survivors, do you know who did it?"

"Sadly, they were all covered in faces, and these people knew nothing about the origin of the robbers."

Before the "blood brooch" could finish his words, he suffered a heavy blow on his right face.

The huge force made this person unstable. When he stood firm again, he immediately showed dissatisfaction: "Hey! Antonio, you can't blame me for this matter. My man was chasing those rats who were messing around and killing people two blocks at the time. Is this what you ordered? I said that they can't let them run away. There is also this Craig Community Bank, Antonio, you usually hold on to Antonio, and you don't let us touch it. Why? I'm blamed if something happens now?"

"But my bank is in your Frank territory. If I didn't want you to take care of it, why would I give you an extra 500,000 gold shield every month? 6 million a year, this money is enough to hire five to six outlaws, right?"

Antonio hit the man's chest with a mighty cane. Until he saw that the latter was forced to take a few steps back, he was silent, and he asked his left and right: "I guess how much we have lost?"

"Conservatively estimated that at least 180 million gold shields, including gold bricks worth 45 million gold shields, and cash of 63 million gold shields. Of which about 20 million is the bank's cash in stock, the rest is our money. However, we have to check the account for the specific amount. In addition, there are goods worth more than 50 million gold shields."

Kajren replied palely: "In addition, there is this building, although it is in the eastern suburbs, which can be worth up to 20 million, and there are seven stores here."

"So these damn guys, ruined nearly one-fifth of my assets, ah?"

Before Antonio had time to get angry, he saw another person hurried over: "Boss, Mr. Aangzo has heard from him that they have lost their target. Not only were all the motorcycles destroyed, but twelve were killed and injured. Both Chelisa and Aangzo advised you that if there were no more than six combat groups, it would be better not to pursue them rashly. In addition, Mr. Aangzo said that he recognized one of the robbers, Hawyd Eisenhower, a level 17-level sharpshooter."

"Eye of the Sky?"

Antonio's pupils contracted, and then turned to look at Cajren: "Can you pull these bastards out in the shortest time?"

"Boss, I will do it in the shortest time."

Kajren straightened his back: "In fact, I have contacted the Ghost War Song Hunting Group of the Dark World and the Demon Wolf Fenrier Hunting Group, asking them to help block the Ghost City and ensure that their three armored vehicles cannot enter Ghost City."

"It seems that I am destined to make some blood, right? But if they can really do it, even if they give them 30 million gold shields, I will be very happy. Also, the whole city wants Hawyd Eisenhower, and I personally offer a reward of 8 million gold shields. No matter where he hides, I will pull him out."

Antonio suddenly stopped when he said this, and he found a new police car slowly driving into the scene. Then a middle-aged man with the rank of inspector general walked out of the car. Next to him was a sturdy young man in plain clothes.

Antonio recognized these two, one was Obadai York, deputy director of the Atlanta East District Police Department, and the leader of the serious crime team of the newly transferred East District Police Department.

He frowned and then strode forward: "Deputy Director York, Mr. Damon, I think you two are late."

"It may not be that less than fifteen minutes since the case happened. Our police officers have been there long ago, right?"

Obadai York responded disapprovingly: "How is the situation? Mr. Antonio, you came earlier than us, you should have understood the situation, right?"

"The loss is at least 90 million! In addition to the building that collapsed in front of you, my Craig Community Bank had more than 50 million gold shields and gold nuggets in stock and cash that were robbed. But what is even more sad is that at least 60 innocent citizens were killed this time."

Antonio spread his hands, looking mournful and helpless: "This is a sensational robbery! It has never been heard of in decades since Atlanta World War II. To be honest, I am very disappointed with your police station."

York and Damon couldn't help but look at each other, the latter's expression was faint; "I will try my best to find out this robbery, and I also ask the community bank to provide you with the best of your ability."

After he finished speaking, he walked straight towards the ruins. Obady York stayed there, and the person's eyes were also full of chills: "Mr. Antonio, your accusations are very unreasonable, very irresponsible, and a humiliation to our East District Police Department! The security in the east of Atlanta has always been very good. With the efforts of many colleagues in the East District, it has been calm for more than ten years. In the past decade, no major murder has occurred, except today! Do I need me to remind you of your identity? Mr. Antonio? Today's cases are all related to your Blood Fighting Party?"

Antonio couldn't help but frown: "Deputy Director York, I don't understand what you are talking about. Isn't it the obligation of your police station to protect the personal safety and property of citizens?"

"That's true, so we rushed here to do our best, but that doesn't mean you can blame us."

Obady York's lips raised slightly, but there was no smile at all, but instead was filled with a cold meaning: "Mr. Antonio, I don't know who you messed with, and I don't care. In short, please end all this as soon as possible. This is not only the meaning of our director, Mr. Yves Ryder, but also the consensus of me and many colleagues in the East District Police Department."

Antonio couldn't help but stop and frowned and looked at the back of the deputy director who was also walking towards the ruins.

He felt that this person's attitude was very wrong, unlike a public servant who took two million gold shields from him every year.

Speaking of which, when the director of the East District Police Department, Yves Ryder, communicated with him before, his attitude was not as enthusiastic as before.

He initially thought it was because the city council election was about to change, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

Antonio immediately turned around and turned to Cajren, "Check what the reason is, and whether it is what the Nysen Sports Group did?"

A trace of gloom had already risen in his heart. Dwight Payton of Nesson Sports Group is a rare business force, and he had known this for a long time.

But Cresey Jacks, who stood behind him, was also at the top of Atlanta. He was not only the city council speaker of Atlanta, but also the party whip of the Atlanta branch of the Conservative Party, and was an extremely important senior leader of the Conservative Party in Georgia.

Such a powerful figure can't even be able to hold on to a single round in front of Dwight Payton?
Chapter completed!