My dream connects to three thousand years later.

Chapter 23 Speed ​​Pass

Even in this balanced state, Chu Zhu still found it difficult to look directly at him.

In the end, unable to bear it any longer, he chose to leave the union, becoming merely an observer and supervisor—which is the key reason why he now wanders around all day, seemingly without any work.

After half an hour of struggling, Chu Zhu finally entered the industrial area. He thought for a moment, then lightly stepped on the ground, and his body sped off towards the bank like a gust of wind.

……

Inside the bank.

“Miss Lu Muxue! If I were you, I would turn around and leave without saying a word.”

"?" Lu Muxue, who had just entered the bank, paused for a moment, frowned, and then saw a child? A teenager? A young adult? Sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking carefree and unrestrained.
Lu Muxue blinked. The speaker looked very young, but his demeanor made it easy to overlook his youthful appearance.

"Why?" Lu Muxue became interested. Thinking that there was still a while before the agreed time, she took a few steps forward and sat down directly opposite Chu Zhu.

"Why so many questions? If you want to believe, then leave; if you don't want to believe, then stay! But you won't be able to wait for your mother to come today." Chu Zhu shrugged, then lowered her eyes, not intending to force Lu Muxue to believe him.

The other person isn't anyone to him. If it were just a favor, helping them out wouldn't be a problem. But to insist on accepting their criticism and then trying to convince them—he doesn't owe them anything. Believe it or not!
"How dare you speak like that?" Lu Muxue's mood immediately soured. What kind of talk was that! It was as if she was cursing her mother to have bad luck.

It's just that the other side doesn't look very big; otherwise, Lu Muxue would have contacted the bank to handle this matter. After all, she's a VIP customer of the bank and has a bit of authority in this area.

However, Chu Zhu then closed his eyes, completely ignoring her.

With a snort, Lu Muxue felt a sense of frustration, like punching cotton. In the end, she could only angrily pull out her phone from her pocket and fiddle with it.

A moment later, she looked at the incoming call, then glanced sideways at Chu Zhu, who had her eyes closed, and deliberately turned on speakerphone. "Mom, I'm at the Industrial Development Bank. What about you?"

"I ran into a friend today. You're not in a rush right now, so figure out what to do. If you can't handle it, just go home, and we'll go get the money next time. That's all, bye!"

Lu Muxue: "!!!"

Lu Muxue was stunned, then angrily put down the phone, "Who... ah?!"

Lu Muxue belatedly realized what was happening, breaking out in a cold sweat, and stared at Chu Zhu in disbelief. "Wait, how did you know...?"

Chu Zhu suddenly opened her eyes, leaped up, stepped on the glass coffee table in front of her, and with a sudden leap, directly jumped over Lu Muxue and landed in the hall.

"What is he doing?"

"Showing off? Or performing acrobatics?"

"Sir, you are disrupting the bank's order..."

Before everyone around could react, Chu Zhu reached out and caught a black bomb that had been shot in from outside the door. He then did a 360-degree turn and threw the bomb back in the original direction.

The next moment...

"Boom..."

The steam-powered vehicle, located slightly to the left of the bank's main entrance, was abruptly overturned by the terrifying blast wave. Smoke filled the air.

Even the bank's exterior windows were cracked by the shockwave. Inside the bank, all was deathly silent.

"Looks like I can now perform as Zhan Lang and Captain Black without any special effects." Chu Zhu sighed with emotion, then gestured to indicate the perfect spot. He threw the bomb in a position that would cripple most of the opponent's fighting ability without killing them.

Lu Muxue: "..."

It came true again? Her face was blank as she recalled Chu Zhu's first words—"You should leave."

"Miss Lu! Miss Lu? Miss Lu! Mu! Xue! Lu!"

“…Huh? You!” Lu Muxue was startled awake. She looked at Chu Zhu, who had walked to her side, shuddered, her expression constantly changing, her lips moving as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t say anything.

"Can I borrow this phone?" Chu Zhu took the phone from Lu Muxue's hand and dialed a number with practiced ease.

After a brief silence, the call connected. The person on the other end sounded somewhat surprised and uncertain…

"……Who are you?"

"Uncle Li, it's me!" Chu Zhu said leisurely. "In the industrial zone, at the Industrial Development Bank, there's been a robbery. Just to add, this time the robbers stole one of the black-coded boxes from the Industrial Development Bank's secret vault!"

Then, before Li Kang could ask any questions, Chu Zhu hung up the phone and tossed it back to Lu Muxue.

……

"Cough cough! Big C, what's wrong with you?" The steam car had overturned, and the upward-facing door was kicked open. A man wearing a tiger-head mask struggled to grab the side of the car, trying to climb out. He cursed, "Didn't you say you were a master thrower? How did you manage to drop the bomb like that..."

The tiger-headed man's voice suddenly stopped, and he stared in astonishment at the man who had appeared in front of him.

Chu Zhu appeared at that moment, squatting on the overturned car, casually stretching out her palm, "Want me to help you up?"

The tiger-headed man silently grabbed Chu Zhu's hand, and then Chu Zhu dragged him out and tossed him away.

The man with the tiger-headed head was a tough guy. He slammed his head down onto the ground without uttering a sound, and blood flowed freely.

Chu Zhu took the pistol she had casually taken from the tiger-headed man, played with it for a moment, then looked down with a smile. Her mask was askew, revealing half of her face, and she took out the pistol and pointed it at the bear-headed man.

"Alright! I was a little worried when you pointed the long gun that had fallen behind you at me, but now... Big C, I remember you have a habit because you've played with guns since you were little, and once you accidentally fired one, hurting your sister, so you never load bullets into the handgun you carry with you... right?"

The bear-headed man's movements suddenly froze.

"Hey, and you too, Zhang Kun, what are you doing moving at a time like this?" Chu Zhu scolded helplessly, and with a backhand shot, the dog-headed man who had silently drawn his pistol was sent flying, sparks flying.

The dog-headed man grunted, then stared at his hand, disbelievingly at Chu Zhu. How could this be? The steam engine was shrouded in gloom; how had the other man detected his movements and even managed to hit his gun with such precision…?

His hand was in excruciating pain, but not from being hit by a bullet. It was from the pistol slipping from his hand, causing his wrist to dislocate.

"What are you trying to do!" After a brief silence, the dog-headed man glanced at his other unconscious henchmen, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. "Are you a police officer? Or a bank security guard...? How did you know we were here this time..."

(End of this chapter)