Sinmonger Chapter 1: Bank

Winnipeg, Maple Leaf County.

The population density of this place makes it feel like living in a deserted town. If you want to expand your social circle, don't knock on your neighbor's door, because you basically know everyone he knows. It's better to go online and make some distant friends who may never meet in your life.

Year after year, people live by the rules, and their lives are as ordinary as water. Occasionally, there are rumors of people being shot for breaking into a nobleman's summer resort or private land by the lake, but that's just rumors, the media Such a thing has never been reported.

It's an interesting phenomenon, terrorists are always scrambling to take responsibility for events, and bureaucrats are always eager to take responsibility for events.

Oddly enough, both admit or deny, and neither is a good thing.

When the plane crashed into the building, someone came forward and said he did it. He was hated by countless people all his life, until he was killed, and he was scolded in the world.

When the train ran off the track, someone also stood up and said it was struck by lightning. Hmm...

As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Tom Stoll, thirty-three years old, has been in the city for almost seven years. He is reticent, indifferent, withdrawn, and looks like the typical cold-blooded killer in the movie.

Because of this temperament, Tom didn't have many friends when he first came here, but after getting in touch with him for a while, people found that he was not as inaccessible as he seemed, and there was nothing scary, just an approachable person That's it. Although he doesn't talk much, he is much more reliable than those men who talk incessantly and show their appearance.

He got a job at a large game company and quickly got promoted, quickly mingling with his colleagues. He is also a model resident in the community, often participating in public welfare activities, helping with charity fundraising, and being enthusiastic about community service.

All in all, Tom quickly settled into this life and lived his life like a decent man. If he knew a few politicians, he might have been rated as one of the city's top ten outstanding young people.

2101, March 10, 2:00 pm.

Tom was driving home after just finishing a twelve-hour shift when he passed the bank when he stopped and walked in.

Tom is not short of money. He has a bank card with a huge amount of cash at home. Assuming he maintains his current standard of living and doesn't need to work at all, that money will allow him to live a life without food and clothing. Unless, of course, catastrophic inflation happens over the next thirty years or Tom accidentally lives a hundred and twenty.

However, it is still his habit to walk into the bank on the payday of each month. On this day, he will check the amount in his account, so that he can have an idea of ​​the expenses for the next month and make a plan. Because he has always used only the money in his salary account to live, like a typical single middle class, driving a low-displacement car, buying up to two luxury items every quarter, and occasionally buying discounted living Supplies and more...

The early morning-to-afternoon shifts were hard work, but Tom couldn't see fatigue on his face, as if his biological clock was reversed or long periods of sleeplessness were nothing new to him.

The line in front of me is not long, there are about five or six people, Tom is the last in line, he seems very patient and calm, waiting is as natural as breathing, it will not make it feel anxious, nor will it let His attention was distracted.

Bang! boom!

Someone fired two shots at the ceiling, and screams came from the bank, followed by a well-known dialogue: "Get down on my knees! Shut up, you! Let me see your hands!"

"Listen, don't be uncomfortable, don't try to be a hero, just be honest! No one will get hurt!"

"You bastard! If you dare to touch the alarm under the table, I will make your head bloom!"

There were three robbers, jeans, jackets, and black masks. They were all tall, grown men. Their attire was very ordinary. Masks can be found in ski equipment stores. Two people are holding shotguns, and the other one should be responsible for taking the money, so he uses a pistol.

After entering the door, the two men with shotguns immediately controlled the situation. There were about twenty staff and customers in the bank, and it was not difficult to keep these people in sight.

While the two were swearing and swearing, the robber with a pistol was forcing the bank clerk at the counter to put money in a bag.

"Hey! Little bastard! I told you to shut up! Didn't you hear?!" The shotgun-wielding robber walked towards a woman with a child.

The woman held the little boy beside her when she heard the gunshot and slumped on the ground together, but the child's cries continued throughout the bank lobby, which clearly upset the robber.

"Please...don't do this, he's just a child." The woman begged, protecting the child in her arms.

"Stop being wordy! Let him shut his **** mouth!" The barrel of the shotgun was already aimed at mother and son.

At this time, Tom was not far away, lying on his stomach, he didn't even dare to lift his head. Even if a murder was about to be staged in front of him, he had no intention of intervening.

He didn't want to be involved in this kind of violence. It had nothing to do with him whether the mother and son lived or died. Instead, he hoped that the robbers would take the money and leave as soon as possible, lest the police come and turn into a The situation of taking hostages for a confrontation.

The boy's cries got louder and louder, and the robber lost his patience and shouted in a louder voice: "I count to three, tell him to shut his mouth, or I'll help you! One!" He Having said that, he started to count.

Tom raised his eyelids and saw the desperate look on the mother's face. Her face was full of fear and sadness, and she choked up and begged the robbers. Her eyes swept across everyone in the lobby. It was a look of help, but all those people could do was look down, not look here, or pray for it out of sympathy.

"Two!"

A figure suddenly pounced on the robber with a shotgun. Because he was behind him and not far away, the robber was caught off guard.

This move caught everyone by surprise, especially the gangster's accomplice.

At this moment, Tom and the robber were in a scuffle, holding the shotgun with all four hands. The two men rolled on the ground, neither could restrain the other nor get rid of the other.

In this case, the other robber with the shotgun and the robber with the pistol at the counter couldn't shoot Tom for a while, and could only yell and swear by the side.

The two people on the ground scuffled for more than ten seconds before standing up for some reason. Although they stopped rolling and entanglement, the robber's body just blocked between the accomplice and Tom, and the other party was still unable to open fire.

The other two robbers approached with guns and shouted, trying to get their mates to turn and turn Tom over to this side.

Bang! The gun rang again, and the gun that Tom and the robber held together went off at this moment, directly blasting off half of the head of another robber with a shotgun three meters away.

The corpse fell to the ground, and the brains were smeared on a pillar in the lobby. Seeing the **** level of the scene, three or four people couldn't help but vomit.

But things weren't over yet. The robber with the pistol started shooting at his accomplice at this time. It seemed that he was cruel and wanted to shoot Tom through his accomplice.

It was also at this moment that the robber who was entangled with Tom screamed and let go of the shotgun, letting the whole gun fall into Tom's control. In this way, the two were finally separated, Tom Holding the gun handle, he stumbled back and sat down on the ground.

Within a second of his falling out, the robber who was fighting with him was shot three times in a row. The bullets were very powerful. All three bullets at close range penetrated the torso of the robber. If it wasn't for Tom If he falls out, he may not escape this disaster.

The robber who was shot was full of resentment in his eyes. He desperately took his last breath and pounced on his accomplice. The robber with the pistol wanted to sideways, but was still caught by the waist.

At first, his vision was blocked, but now his movement is restricted. In these few seconds, he was overwhelmed ~IndoMTL.com~ Tom, like a beginner, hurriedly completed shell extraction and ejection, and opened his eyes with a panicked expression. gun.

Tom closed his eyes the moment he shot the gun, which is a common mistake for laymen who have never shot before. It's the same with any gun, and the moment the trigger is pulled, their hands will have a second or so Suddenly relax, and subconsciously shrink your neck, in fact, this is very easy to cause yourself injury.

Although the shooting action was amateurish and not chic at all, the effect was still good. The gangster with the pistol was almost beaten into a pile of rotten flesh below his knees.

When the last gangster lost consciousness, Tom also slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, his expression dull, and only his breathing could be heard in the silent bank lobby.

Everyone present was stunned. After a while, the bank security guard was the first to recover. He stepped forward, kicked the pistol from the unconscious robber, and picked up the one whose head had been blown off. The shotgun in the robber's hand said to the colleague at the counter: "Call the police! Call an ambulance!"

The security squatted down and patted Tom on the shoulder. The latter shivered, unable to speak, just stared at the security guard, as if he had just seen him.

The security guard said: "Man...you are not injured, are you? Does it matter?"

Tom replied dully: "No...no...thank you."

"Okay, give me the gun, yes, be careful, muzzle down." The security guard took the gun and said, "It's me who should thank you, man, everyone here should thank you, you saved us life."

When Tom heard the words, he didn't react much. He looked like he was still in shock. Suddenly, he turned his face away, retched a few times, and then rolled his eyes and passed out.