In the bank lobby, Ye Huan cried loudly, causing the gangsters and hostages to look at him speechlessly.
This guy's cry was quite genuine, but his excuse sounded false, and there was even a hint of curse in it.
From this, everyone became curious, how much hatred does this guy's father have against him? Even AIDS is out, so how can they be regarded as sworn enemies?
Everyone's thinking is indeed correct. Ye Huan does mean to curse his father. For an orphan who was abandoned by his biological parents since he was a child, you cannot expect him to have any love and respect for his parents. Ye Huan actually hates his parents in his heart.
Damn, cursing my dad for having AIDS is actually a very polite way of saying it.
The gangster was hugged by Ye Huan's thigh. He couldn't help being frightened and angry. The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against Ye Huan's forehead. He said with murderous intent: "Let go, or I will kill you!"
Ye Huan immediately let go.
Gangsters are different from policemen. When a gangster says he's going to kill you, it's best to take his words seriously. This gang of desperadoes really knows how to do that. They even dare to rob a bank. What else do they not dare to do?
More than 30,000 yuan was taken away by the gangsters. Ye Huan looked at the newspaper wrapped in cash and felt empty. The scene of his brothers and sisters in the orphanage wrapped in quilts at night, curled up and shivering, came to his mind.
My heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, and it hurt.
Ye Huan gritted his teeth, with crazy anger in his eyes.
Forbearance is a virtue, but some things can be tolerated, and some things cannot be tolerated at all. There are always some people in this world who sacrifice their lives for some things and grieve generously. This is the case in front of me.
Fortunately, Ye Huan has been struggling in society for many years. Although he has become a philistine, he has not lost the bloody spirit in him.
A man is a man with blood.
Fight!
I'm going to die anyway. If the sky doesn't harvest me and the earth doesn't support me, I'll die if I die. You can lose your life, but you can't lose your money!
In the silence, great courage spread and rolled in Ye Huan's chest...
Staring at the actions of the three gangsters, Ye Huan's mind started racing.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration seemed to flash in his mind, and he vaguely remembered the two conversations he had just entered the bank door.
"Only five bullets..."
"Five is enough..."
Ye Huan suddenly felt pleasantly surprised.
Five bullets, the gangster fired one shot into the air when he came in, and fired three more shots to destroy three monitors in the hall. In other words, the three of them now only had one bullet left.
Except for the gangsters themselves, neither the hostages inside nor the police outside knew the details of the gangsters. Only Ye Huan knew that this group of seemingly vicious gangsters were actually just playing tricks on the city.
Damn it! You gave me five people and six for one bullet!
Ye Huan's eyes were filled with fierceness, and he had a life-threatening bastard energy all over his body.
The three gangsters had no idea that they were being plotted by Ye Huan. The gangster's boss was standing not far from Ye Huan, holding the landline phone in the bank and negotiating terms with the police.
Ye Huan just stared at him quietly.
The conditions offered by the gangsters were very excessive, and the boss spat into the microphone: "First, you all disperse! Back five hundred meters, I have evacuated those coward snipers on the roof opposite! Don't think so.
I don’t know.”
"Second, arrange a car for me within ten minutes. The gas must be full. I will bring the hostages into the car. If they dare to play tricks, I will kill them!"
"third……"
The gangster boss was mentioning the third item, when an unexpected voice came from beside the boss, and the voice had a pitiful tone.
"...Third, you policemen should hurry up and send some bullets to all the heroes..."
There was dead silence in the bank hall...
The gangster boss stared at Ye Huan with wide eyes, dull like a dead fish...
Ye Huan's trump card was completely revealed with just one word. Just like a young girl's only panties being roughly stripped off by a gangster, the three gangsters suddenly had no way to hide their shame.
Ye Huan smiled cautiously, but his eyes were fixed on the gun in the gangster boss's hand. He was betting that the last bullet would be in his gun.
But he kept talking, smiling as flatteringly as a chrysanthemum in full bloom: "I am a very public-spirited person, so the so-called gift of roses has lingering fragrance in my hands. For a moment, Meng Lang made some small requests for the bosses..."
The three gangsters were silent...
In the silence, murderous intent suddenly emerged.
The gangster boss suddenly laughed ferociously, and without saying a word, he raised his pistol and pointed it at Ye Huan, holding his finger tightly on the trigger.
Ye Huan had been waiting for this action. When he saw this, he dwarfed and rolled on the spot. Unexpectedly, he rolled to the feet of another gangster. Before the gangster could recover, Ye Huan suddenly stood up and grabbed the other gangster.
A gangster stepped forward...
Bang!
Gunshots rang out, and the gangster standing in front of Ye Huan was shot in the chest by the boss.
Ye Huan finally smiled.
When the last bullet was fired, Ye Huan's chance of survival was much greater.
When the gangster boss saw that his accomplice was killed by his own gun, he felt like he was struck by thunder and was stunned. He really didn't expect that a seemingly harmless and non-threatening gangster could have such agile movements.
The situation was fleeting, and Ye Huan did not hesitate. He picked up a metal trash can outside the bank counter window with both hands and smashed it down on the third living gangster...
Outside the bank, Zhao Dafeng and several leaders of the Public Security Bureau looked at the phones in their hands in confusion.
"...Send some bullets to all the heroes?"
What the hell is going on here? Are you kidding us?
Gao Shengnan, who was standing not far away, also heard this sentence on the speaker phone. Gao Shengnan frowned.
This voice... is so familiar.
After recalling it for a few seconds, a smiling face that looked like a bastard and deserved a beating appeared in her mind.
"Ye Huan! It's him!"
Gao Shengnan made a quick judgment, walked to Zhao Dafeng in a few steps, and said urgently: "Uncle Zhao, the man who just spoke is not a gangster, but a hostage! What he said is credible."
"Hostage? Do you know him?"
"That's the guy we arrested for cheating the night before yesterday."
Zhao Dafeng fell into deep thought.
According to what the hostages said, the gangsters should have run out of bullets. This is the hostage giving information to the police. Is it credible? Fifty or sixty lives are at stake.
Suddenly, a bang of gunshots was heard in the bank lobby, and the police outside all changed their colors in fear.
Zhao Dafeng's eyelids twitched.
No more hesitation!
"Attack immediately!" Zhao Dafeng gave the order decisively.
Three teams of SWAT officers wearing bulletproof vests, armed with submachine guns, smashed the bank's glass door, and everyone swarmed in.
Gao Shengnan took advantage of Zhao Dafeng not paying attention and rushed in too.
The police rushed to the bank lobby, and a strange scene came into view.
I saw one gangster covered in blood and no longer breathing, while the other gangster was lying on the ground unconscious with a bloody head.
In the middle of the hall, a young man was riding on a gangster, squeezing the gangster's neck and shaking him, his eyes were red, and he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Money! Give me back the money! Hand over the money! Hand over the money!"
come out!"
The gangster was pinched until his eyes turned white, and he kept struggling with his hands and feet. He saw a lot of air coming out, but little air coming in. Seeing the police rushing in, the gangster was overjoyed, as if he were seeing a relative, and he tried to hold back a sentence from his throat.
"Police... police, report the crime! I... report the crime! Someone is committing murder..."
The policemen who rushed in were stunned and stunned.
A police superintendent leading the team scratched his head for a long time, and then hesitantly said: "Damn it! Who the hell is robbing whom?"