The system has to be used even if it is pulled

When people are unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in their teeth. They were already having troubles, and the FIB came to their door. They were short of anti-terrorism funds, and they asked Mike and his team to get some funds, and they would not provide any help. Mike and Trevor were furious, but there was nothing they could do. Mike was in the hands of others, and if they robbed Merryweather's super weapon, if Dave hadn't erased the traces, Mike, Trevor, and Franklin might have been shot.

Mike first contacted Lester. Mike, Trevor, and Lester scouted the Paleto Bank together and felt that the chances of success of the robbery were very high, so they decided to pick a day to start.

........

Rich. Millions of dollars! Trevor, Michael, and Franklin fell asleep in the train compartment. Although the robbery of the Paleto Bank took more than ten minutes, their energy was exhausted and they collapsed in the compartment.

The train suddenly stopped. The three people didn't know what was going on and climbed up. The door of their carriage was suddenly opened. It was FIB Sanchez, who was holding a flashlight and shining it on the three of them.

"Don't panic, don't panic, I'm one of you. I'm Sanchez." Sanchez shouted when he saw Mike and the others pulling out their guns and preparing to shoot.

Mike said unhappily, "So it turns out that they are the corrupt civil servants we are still training."

Three large bags of money were placed in Sanchez's trunk, and then Sanchez took out thirty thousand from the bag and threw it to the three men.

"Ok, I have to go now. I think Agent Hines will contact you once we have to save the world. I hope your team will be there by then. Gather your members."

Mike watched Sanchez's car leave in annoyance, and after a long while he said, "Well, I think we need to separate for a while. They are looking for the trio."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Look at the blood we shed for national security!" Trevor roared without caring about them at all.

Agent Sanchez was driving, smoking a cigar, listening to songs on the radio and feeling very happy. It was the middle of the night, so he was driving faster and faster.

The sound of sirens came from behind Sanchez. A police car sounded the alarm, signaling Sanchez to pull over. Sanchez didn't listen. Police? Bullshit. He was a FIB.

After shouting at Sanchez several times in a row to no avail, the police began to speed up and drive side by side with Sanchez's car, and asked Sanchez to pull over immediately, otherwise the police would shoot.

Sanchez had to pull the car over, but did not open the window. Instead, he held his FIB ID against the left glass of the cab.

Two policemen got out of the police car at the back. It was too dark to see what they looked like, but they used flashlights to see the ID that Sanchez had taped to the glass.

The two policemen looked at the situation with flashlights for a while, then saluted Sanchez and prepared to turn back.

Sanchez felt relieved immediately. If he was really stopped by the two policemen to search his vehicle, he would never be able to explain the three bags of money in his car.

But what Sanchez didn't expect was that a police officer suddenly pulled the car door open, then punched the careless Sanchez, and another policeman quickly pulled out a gun and shot Sanchez.

It was a tranquilizer bullet. Sanchez tried to struggle and pull out his gun, but his hands became weaker and weaker, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally his head tilted and he fainted in the driver's seat.

"Oh! Look, this is the FIB agent. Come on, take care of the fingerprints, it's time for us to go!" A police officer opened the trunk and took out three bags of money and cheered loudly.

The other officer nodded and began carefully handling any fingerprints and skin scraps they might have left behind.

"We're rich! Boss, we're rich, four and a half million!" The policeman in the driving seat threw his police hat directly onto the back seat.

Another policeman also took off his police hat and began to take off his police uniform. Under the dim light, one could vaguely see that it was Zhao Yuanlang.

.........

After Mike and the other two left, a few days later, Trevor's lackey, Little Luo, told Trevor another good news, that is, there was a train carrying Merryweather's gold. Trevor shouted with joy after hearing this.

Trevor and Mike split up, Trevor started chasing Merryweather's train on an off-road motorcycle, while Mike was responsible for finding a speedboat and waiting under the bridge for the train to pass.

Trevor is simply not a human being. He rode a motorcycle onto the train and rode all the way from the top of the train to the locomotive. Trevor then threw away the motorcycle, jumped into the cab, knocked out the train driver, and began to control the train.

The train was originally scheduled to stop at Paleto Station, but Trevor excitedly increased the train speed to the maximum and whizzed through Paleto Station. Merryweather's people were not fools, and the fact that the train did not stop clearly showed that something had happened on the train.

Countless mercenaries began to drive vehicles and start chasing, and they also requested a large amount of support.

The train crashed, and with the help of Mike, Trevor grabbed the box containing Merryweather's treasure. They happily opened it on the beach, but found that there was not gold inside, but a porcelain doll.

"Perfect!"

"What the fuck is perfect?" Trevor asked in confusion as he looked at the excited Mike.

"Let's resolve the conflict with the Mexican lunatic perfectly, we'll give this to him; and then you can end your relationship with that lady! Maybe we won't be dead in the streets of Los Santos!"

Trevor, however, held a different opinion: "I never want to see that broken city again, and this was planned by me, not you, so you have no right to decide."

"No, no, no! What you planned caused us to fall out with that Mexican!"

"I planned this. It's my stuff. If you want to use it, use your own!"

It was over. Mike felt dark inside, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "Wait, give me that box, I will give you something more valuable!"

"What?" Trevor, who was about to leave after grabbing the box, stopped.

"Joint savings!"

Trevor was tempted, but he knew it was impossible: "Don't be ridiculous, that's impossible!"

"I never said it's impossible! It's just very difficult!"

"That's fucking suicide!"

"Are you scared? Think about it, Trevor, remember those dreams? A group of young people, thinking about doing something big. The ultimate battle, I know it's crazy, but look, we are together again! And we have Lester and Franklin. We can do it, Trevor! This is no longer a dream."

The method of provoking and making promises is indeed good, and Trevor was immediately attracted.

Seeing that Trevor didn't respond, Mike raised his hand and turned around helplessly to leave: "Forget it, just take the box!"

"Fuck! Okay! Hey, take this thing! Here you go!" Seeing that Mike was really about to leave, Trevor hurriedly stopped Mike and threw the box to Mike.

Trevor was a little emotional: "You can take it, or you can take Patricia away, because I respect her, so I don't want to delay her."

"Thank you!"

"Remember, I will always keep an eye on you! Watching you all the time, do you understand? If that bastard cheats on her again, don't blame me for what I will do then."

"You know, Trevor, you're not the type to get married! But it feels great to do something big together again." Mike did not forget to paint a rosy picture for Trevor before leaving.

"Let's do something big! Let's do something big! Yeah!" Trevor was extremely excited.