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ve hundred million dollars", Alvin said through the phone. "Hmm.... that's huge amount of money though. Thanks for the info and I promise to keep the part of our bargain", Russell said. " I just nee

stay low or run, cause there is not a goddamn thing you can do", Russell said in a high tone. "Aright pal, just need my share after the miss

bullion van containing tons of gold worth millions of dollars. We need to pull this off successfully. Don't worry you will soon get the location,

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thing and left the house. He drove his black saloon car and headed straight to the Restaurant. He parked his car at a Parking lot and walked into the Restaurant. He saw a lady sitting alone at a corner, it seems to be her. He walked towards her and sat on the vacant seat opposite her. "You're late". "So sorry, just three minutes late. Pardon me", he apologized. "It's alright, you're here now that's what matters". "Thanks dear", he replied. He signalled the waitress. "What do you care for sir?". "Just get me a coffee with enough milk in it. That will do", he replied. "What about you ma'am?". Get me the same thing". "Ok ma'am, I will be right back",she left to bring their orders. "Are you sure you don't want to eat anything?" , she asked him. "I'm good, I'm not hungry, I think the coffee will do just fine",he replied. "Ohhk..", she replied. "I'm glad to came by",she appreciated. "Nah it's ok, I'm glad you asked me to". "I always feel lonely you

years back", he explained. "I'm so sorry about that". "It's alright dear,

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cops cars. The man with the machine gun stopped firing. It seems that his bullet had finished. He wanted to reload as a bullet pierced his chest. He dropped dead. "Alvin, no!!" Duane shouted as he rushed towards his friend. "Alvin, stay up, you're gonna be ok, trust me", he said shaking him. He tried all he could to revive him but all his efforts prove futile. "No!!". "You son of a bitch"he shouted as he raised his gun and started shooting. Only few cops that were alive, some were wounded. "We don't have much fucking time, let's grab the gold and get the hell out of here", Duane shouted. They moved closer to the cops as the cops retreated. Within few minutes, no cops were conscious. Some were dead, some fainted due to too much pain and loss of blood. "Get the cars",he ordered. They brought the cars they came with and they began to stock the gold in them. The gold were more than hundred pieces. It took them few minutes to stuck the golds in their cars. Immediately they were done and we're about moving, they heard the cops siren behind them. "These mother fuckers don't quit do they?", Duane asked as he ordered them to start the car. They started the car and zoomed off. The cops were few metres behind them. As they were moving bullet hit their cars. The cops were shooting at them. They were about three police cars behind them. "This is becoming more interesting", Duane said reloading his gun". "Let's do this boys, I'm gonna enjoy this", he said as he brought out his hand and head from the window and started shooting at them. Others followed suit. The police car in front was brutally hit by the bullets. The bullets hit the tires and the car somersaulted and crashed, making it to explode. The cops in the car didn't survive that though. The remaining two police car kept on chasing them like they were never going to give up. "These guys don't give up do they", one of the gangsters asked himself. The cops shot at their cars and the gangsters had to get back inside to take cover and to reload. "Anyone with a grenade?", Duane a