Free America, I Am the King of Bank Firepower

1997, Chicago. Legal chaos. A Chinese young man was stopped and questioned by the FBI in an alley. Three days later, he had just crossed over and destroyed the first bank with a pistol. At that time the world did not know what this meant. Later, at the Citibank Nancheng Branch, he used a homemade signal simulator to disable the alarm system and robbed three million dollars. When the police arrived, only one shell casing was left. At the entrance of the state treasury, the SWAT armored vehicle was blown over by him with an M203 grenade. The radio was full of screams: "They have heavy machine guns! We need the army!" Blackout in Manhattan, New York. From the underground vaults of the Federal Reserve Bank, electronic warrants for six thousand tons of gold were transferred to thousands of offshore accounts. National Guard tanks rolled onto Wall Street, where they were greeted by six-barreled Gatlings powered by powered exoskeletons. Shell casings formed a golden river on the asphalt. Wang Xiao stood in the center, the bullet chain wrapped around his arm, and the barrel of the gun in his hand was still smoking. "Butcher, turn off the heat."