Chapter 267 It must be a curse!
Grasso was going crazy.
Her income for the whole day today is 0.
It was as if God was targeting her deliberately.
From the moment it gets dark until 2 o'clock in the morning, no matter how slow a guy she chooses to start, she will eventually fail due to various coincidences.
In the beginning, that damn law enforcement officer, there were so many living people on the street, he had to pick the one he was stealing to catch fire.
The wallet was obviously less than half a centimeter away from his pocket.
Ahhhhh!
Asshole!
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Then there was the carriage from the 30th Parish.
Grasso took advantage of the carriage driver to stop and walk to the roadside to buy dinner. He quietly touched the carriage and found the box hiding the illegal drugs.
Finally, I used a wire to pry open the lock of the box.
Before even seeing how much goods were in the box, the two horses pulling the vehicle broke free of the reins like crazy and started running wildly on the street.
As a result, Grasso was thrown out of the carriage.
Fortunately, the street was dimly lit and passers-by were busy running away for fear of being accidentally injured by the frightened horses. No one noticed a figure covered in mud rolling and crawling into the alley.
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Grasso told himself again and again that all this was just luck and a coincidence.
She cleaned the mud off her body and did dozens of push-ups in the alley. She didn't walk out of the alley again until she was dripping with sweat.
This time, she set her sights on a slow old man.
The old lady was obviously from a noble family. She was accompanied by several followers and she seemed to be taking a walk after dinner.
She was wearing gold and silver, and just the necklace around her three-layered fat neck was enough for Grasso to avoid going out to steal for a week.
She quietly slipped into the old lady's retinue.
He tripped the opponent very insidiously, causing the aristocratic old lady to fall to pieces on the street.
The exaggerated pearl necklace around her neck naturally fell off and flew out.
The old man cried loudly.
While cursing the pavement of this broken street, he yelled for his followers to help him up.
Just when Grasso's hand touched the necklace, the necklace broke without warning!
Yes, the necklace that could fit around the old lady's fat neck was broken by such a light touch, and the gem pendant on it fell to the ground with a crash, attracting the old lady's attention.
She began to curse and her followers went to pick up the scattered gems.
Facing a group of followers coming from Urala, Grasso could only grit his teeth and get out of the way.
In the end, she didn’t pick up a single gem.
Another sad story.
While passers-by gathered around the aristocratic old lady to watch the monkey show, Grasso could only stand alone on the street corner, hiding from the soles of his feet in annoyance.
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It's late at night.
As we all know, the group most vulnerable to robbery and theft at night is drunkards.
After three rounds of drinking, they couldn’t even remember how many fingers they had, let alone how much money they had in their trouser pockets.
The entrance of the pub.
When a drunk man was holding the curb and picking his throat.
Grasso tiptoed towards him slowly.
It should be absolutely foolproof this time, right?
She could almost see the corners of several rune bills peeking out of the drunkard's trouser pockets.
However, just when Grasso squatted next to him and held the bill between his two fingers.
The drunk man suddenly felt someone rubbing his back.
You know, what a person whose stomach is churning is most afraid of is this kind of action.
In an instant, a strong feeling of vomiting came up, along with the beer he had just blown down and the half-digested dinner.
The man directly transformed into Splatoon, and with a pop, those indescribable things jumped out of his mouth and nose like a fountain.
This is not over yet. The moment the thing spurted out, he felt like fate had choked him, and he forcibly turned his head to the side and back.
"Pfft~~~~~"
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Grasso was paralyzed.
She even screamed.
Fortunately, the streets were empty at this time, and the drunk man would not remember the screams he heard last night the next day.
...
But the strong and terrible stench and the greasy things covering his body gave Grasso an instant urge to vomit.
She didn’t care about the money at all, she covered her nose and ran back into the alley.
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Being drenched in vomit may have been experienced by most people, but being drenched while naked is probably something that few people have experienced.
Grasso was disgusted anyway.
The feeling of those greasy liquids hanging on my body is worse than death.
She ran back home and washed her body frantically with water and soap, eager to peel off a layer of skin.
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But Grasso was unwilling to give in.
She was unwilling to end the night empty-handed.
She tossed and turned in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep.
In the end, she decided to take off her pajamas, jump rope in the room for fifteen minutes at a stretch, and after sweating all over her body, she walked out of the house again.
This time, she broke the pot and prepared to do something big.
The target is directly the branch of the 35th Parish in the south of the city.
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The operation went surprisingly smoothly.
Although the bank has already stopped operating at this point, in the vault behind the bank, the staff are still tapping all the accounts today.
Grasso stood behind the administrator, watching the other person turn the combination shaft lock of the safe, memorizing the numbers of each step in unlocking the lock.
Then, while the administrator was not paying attention, she secretly took away a key to open the door from him.
Finally, she hid in the corner very patiently and waited until the early hours of the morning, after the poor overtime dogs who had counted all the accounts had left, then carefully walked into the vault and opened the safe.
The piles of jewelry and stacks of banknotes made Grasso almost burst into tears.
She suffered so much today, suffered so many grievances, and finally saw the white money.
“I can have a good sleep.”
She found a bag and packed everything in the safe.
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However, just when she was about to open the bank's security door and leave.
She was horrified to find that the key that had been entangled in her long hair was missing!
"This..."
Grasso panicked all of a sudden.
She rummaged around in every corner of the front lobby, office, and vault, but she still couldn't find the key!
She can't leave this building without the key!
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Grasso's mentality collapsed and he wanted to cry without tears.
She felt like she was cursed by an evil god.
Yes, it must be a curse.
Ahhhh! ! !
Why, why are you so unlucky today? ! ! !
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After a few minutes of yelling at several safes in an empty vault, she hugged her knees and cried in frustration.
"Woo woo woo..."
(End of this chapter)