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Originally it was all planned, I mean originally.
I needed money, so Sal and I decided to rob a bank. I don't think there is anything simpler than this. We brought two really good guns, well, I think, as long as we just walk to the bank nonchalantly, light up the guy in our hand, and have the bank manager on duty open the vault and watch them put the money in the bag, we Come out again in a big way, and when we are far away, we will hear the ghosts and ghosts of the girls in the bank, don't you think?
Isn't that often done in movies? It all takes a few minutes, really not difficult.
Who knew that the bank manager who killed a thousand knives would actually tell me that he had no money.
No money? What the fuck does no money mean?
A bank of this size, a bank that exploits the people's blood and sweat, has only a pitiful 1,300 US dollars! I rely on! It's more than that if I grab a grocery store, okay? !
I asked the teller to fully open the drawer and take out all the bills and checks. It also deftly avoided alarm devices and counterfeit bills used to lure robbers.
If you see these techniques, learn a little bit, you will also need to rob a bank in the future.
I've been smart enough to stay too long. I don't know which bastard touched the alarm system, and dozens of policemen were called in. Did something go wrong? Thrall and I are not bad people, just want to get some money, let alone for ourselves. This is good, the idlers in the whole block have nothing to do this afternoon, and came here to watch the fun.
I didn't want to take hostages at all, but we couldn't get away.
A big-brained police chief started "negotiating" with me, telling me not to hurt the hostages. I had to run out and shout a few slogans, something like "The proletarians of the world unite."
The gang of news reporters and people watching the excitement, who were afraid of the chaos in the world, immediately became enthusiastic. The scene interacted well. When I waved, they cheered: "Damn it!"
I decided to take a plane and go anywhere. Wyoming, Shapingba, Mentougou, anywhere.
The whole thing is starting to get a little complicated, though. I really shouldn't be looking for Thrall, he'd rather fight the police to his death, but I don't want that. I don't want to clean up the whole mess by myself, I have to negotiate with Tiaozi, I have to control the hostage's emotions, and I have to think about the next escape. Thrall just stands by with a gun and I'm doing everything!
By the way, there is also a yin-yang madman who called in several times and asked me if I had done anything to the hostages.
I just want to get some money from the bank when everything is fine, you guys are going to arrest me. Why is there a real, down-to-earth pervert hiding on the phone and talking nonsense, and you just leave it alone? Are you talking about building the American Dream together? What the hell!
There was a bastard FBI, who pretended to agree to my request and agreed to take us to the airport. He also brought Leon.
I want to tell Leon that I love him and everything I do is for him, but he just wants to leave me. I called my wife again, just wanted to tell her that I love her, but this stupid bitch would just cry and nag me on the phone, complaining about why she left her and the kids to marry a man.
This is good, the people who originally supported me have also become a group of quarrels. Some call me gay, pervert! Some cheered loudly and asked me to go to the Stonewall Bar at night!
bored. I said to the bank manager, I have to deal with the government and appease the people, am I fucking Trump?
After dawdling for a long time, the FBI finally got a car. For a moment, I really felt like Algeria was just around the corner. I'm leaving some of the money for Leon, the only man I've ever loved. I'm leaving the rest to my wife, the only woman I've ever loved.
We got into the police car. The driver is black. He shouted "Fuck the white man if you want to" and killed Thrall in front of my face, shooting him in the head like piercing a watermelon.
Back then, it was your federal government that ordered me, Thrall, and many other idiots who didn't even know where Iraq was, to go to the other side of the world to go to a group of people who had no grievances with us, three people. A farmer you will never meet in your life shoots. And when we finally come back alive and fucked up, you're too embarrassed to take a gun at us?
Now, with the gun that killed Thrall on my head, I'm done.
It's over, it's over, it's the fucking end of this unfortunate long afternoon.
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