Maple Leaf County, Winnipeg.

The population density of this place makes people feel like they live in a desolate town. If you want to expand your social circle, don’t knock on your neighbor’s door, because you have basically known people he knows. It’s better to go online to make friends from afar who may never meet in your life.

Year after year, people live by the rules and live in a dull life. Occasionally, rumors of someone being shot for breaking into a certain aristocratic summer resort or private territory by the lake can be heard, but that is just a rumor, and the media has never reported this.

This is a very interesting phenomenon. Terrorists are always scrambling to take responsibility for the incident, while bureaucrats are always eager to clear the responsibility for the incident.

Strangely, it is not a good thing that both admit or deny.

When the plane crashed into the building, someone stood up and said that it was his doing. He was hated by countless people for a lifetime until he was killed and was scolded in the world.

When the train rushed out of the track, someone stood up and said it was struck by lightning. Well...

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

Tom Stole, thirty-three years old, has been in this city for almost seven years. He is taciturn, has a cold attitude, is withdrawn, and looks like a typical cold-blooded killer in movies.

Due to this temperament, Tom didn't have many friends when he first came here, but after a while, people found that he was not as inaccessible as he seemed, and there was nothing scary about it. He was just an approachable person. Although he didn't talk much, he was much more reliable than those men who talked endlessly and were just a show of appearance.

He found a job in a large game company, and was quickly promoted and quickly got along with his colleagues. He is also a model resident in the community, often participates in charity activities, helps in charity fundraising, and is enthusiastic about community service.

In short, Tom quickly integrated into this kind of life and lived like an upright and decent person. If he knew a few politicians, he might have been named one of the top ten outstanding young people in the city.

March 10, 2101, at 2:00 pm.

Just finished a twelve-hour shift, Tom was driving home. When he passed by the bank, he stopped the car 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 does not need to work at all, that amount of money can allow him to live his life without worry. Of course, unless there is catastrophic inflation in the next thirty years or Tom accidentally lives 120 years old.

However, it is still his habit to go to the bank every month. Every day, he will check the amount of his account, have a concept of the expenses for the next month, and make a plan. Because he has always only used the money in his salary account to live, like a typical single middle class, driving a low-displacement car, buying up at most two luxury items every quarter, and occasionally buying discounted daily necessities, etc.

The shift from the early morning to the afternoon was very hard, but Tom's face was not visible to fatigue, as if the biological clock was upside down or not sleeping for a long time was nothing new to him.

The team in front of him was not long, about five or six people, and Tom was the last one. He seemed patient and calm. Waiting was as natural as breathing, and it would not cause him to feel anxious or distract him from his attention.

Bang! Bang!

Someone shot two shots into the ceiling, and screams came from the bank, followed by a well-known dialogue: "Everyone is down! Shut up, you! Let me see your hands!"

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

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

There were three robbers, including jeans, jackets, and black masks. They all looked tall and tall. Their outfits were very ordinary and they could be obtained in ski supplies stores. The two of them were holding shotguns, and the other one should be responsible for getting the money, so they used a pistol.

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

While the two men were yelling and harsh words, the robbers holding pistols were forcing the bank staff at the counter to put money in the bag.

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

After hearing the gunshot, the woman pressed the little boy to her side and crawled on the ground together, but the child's crying continued to resound in the bank lobby, which obviously upset the robber.

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

"Stop talking! Let him close his damn mouth!" The barrel of the shotgun was aimed at the mother and son.

At this time, Tom was not far away and lay down tightly, not even dared to raise his head. Even if a murder was about to happen in front of him, he had no intention of interfering.

He did not want to be involved in such violent incidents. Whether the mother and son died or lived had nothing to do with him. Instead, he was full of hope that the robbers would take the money and leave soon, so as not to turn into a situation of hostages and confrontation after the police arrived.

The boy's crying became louder and louder, the robber lost his patience and shouted in a louder voice: "I count to three, let him close his mouth, otherwise I will help you! One!" He said and began counting.

Tom raised his eyelids and saw the mother's desperate look. Her face was filled with fear and sorrow, and she begged the robbers with a sob. Her eyes swept across everyone lying in the lobby. It was a look of help, but all those people could do was lower their heads, not look here, or pray for them out of sympathy.

"two!"

A figure suddenly rushed towards the shotgun robber. Because he was behind the other party and the distance was not far, the robber was caught off guard.

This action caught everyone in the audience off guard, especially the bandit's accomplice.

At this moment, Tom and the robber were fighting each other, grabbing the shotgun with four hands, and the two men rolled on the ground, and no one could control each other and could not get rid of each other.

In this case, another robber with a shotgun and a robber with a pistol at the counter were unable to shoot at Tom for a moment, and could only yell and scold him from the side.

The two on the ground wrestled for more than ten seconds and stood up for some reason. Although they stopped rolling and entanglement, the robber's body happened to block between the accomplice and Tom, and the other party was still unable to open fire.

The other two robbers gradually approached with guns and shouted, trying to get their companions to turn around and turn Tom to this side.

Bang! The gun rang again, and the gun that Tom and the robbers were holding together went fire at this moment, directly knocking out half of the head of another shotgun robber three meters away.

The body fell to the ground, and the brain was applied to a pillar in the lobby. When three or four people saw the bloody scene, they couldn't help but vomit.

But the matter was not over yet. The robber with a pistol began to shoot at his accomplices. It seemed that he had made up his mind to shoot Tom through his accomplices.

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

He had just fallen out less than a second, and the robber who had fought with him was shot three times. The bullets were very powerful. All three bullets at close range penetrated the robber's torso. If Tom hadn't happened to fall out, he would have been unable to escape the disaster.

The robber who was shot was full of resentment, and he tried his best to lift his last breath and pounced on his accomplices. The robber with the pistol tried to give in, but was still captured in the waist.

At first, his vision was blocked, but now his movements were limited. In the few seconds when he was overwhelmed, Tom, like a beginner, completed the shell pulling and throwing shells in a panic, and shot in panic.

At the moment of shooting, Tom closed his eyes. A layperson who had never shot before usually made this problem. He would use any gun as usual. And the moment he pulled the trigger, their hands would suddenly relax for about a second, and subconsciously shrink their necks. In fact, this is very easy to cause injuries.

Although the shooting movements were very amateur and not at all cool, the effect was still good. The bandit with the pistol was almost beaten into a pile of rotten flesh below the knee, which made him howl and then he thrust directly over.

When the last bandit lost consciousness, Tom also collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, his expression dull, and only heard his breathing in the bank lobby.

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

The security guard squatted down and patted Tom on the shoulder with one hand. The latter shivered and couldn't speak. He just stared at the security guard, as if he had just seen the other person.

The security guard said: "Man... you are not injured, are you? Is it important?"

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

"Okay, give me the gun, yes, be careful, the gun is pointed down." The security guard took the gun and said, "It's me who should thank you, man, everyone here should thank you, you saved our lives."
Chapter completed!