death of hope

Chapter 14 "Flying Windfall" (14) Doomsday Bunker

The passage on the L1 floor of the refuge has no turns, and a path leads straight to the end. The design of the last century is so straightforward.

In the room at the end, the door lock has long been corroded and damaged, and the door is wide open, as if to welcome guests.

Old John leaned against the wall, using a kerosene lamp to shine light on the rat droppings on the ground:
"These little guys must have found the food bank."

Roy said politely: "Please wait outside for a while."

"Nonsense! I know the rules, so I won't go in and see. Boy, don't wait too long, the smell of rat feces is not good."

"Got it, I'll come out after I get my things."

Roy pushed the door open and looked around with a flashlight. It was a very spacious room. This is a storage room for the asylum seekers on the L1 floor to store valuables.

Rows of safes are inlaid in the walls, and the thickness of the deck is astonishing, and it is difficult to destroy it with explosives.

Different names are pasted on it with label paper. Due to the chaos of law and order, many people hide their treasures here and pay Old John a certain amount of storage fees every year.

Roy knew that his old neighbor, Mrs. Jona, had locked the wedding ring and necklace in. The poor widowed old man died of illness last year. No one knew her password, and the old jewelry that was not very valuable was rotten in the cabinet.

Roy found safe No. 349, not far from Mrs. Qiao Na's cabinet, and pushed the eight-digit mechanical combination lock with his finger to turn to his birthday;
"19620708"

He and Anna were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day. This is the red line of marriage drawn by God, as friends say.

With a crisp metal sound, the mechanical mechanism of a century ago is still working well, and the door of the cabinet pops open.

His baby is lying quietly in the safe,

With a shopping bag full of cash, Roy took a deep breath, the smell of anti-counterfeiting ink filled his nostrils, and he felt great.

Now that the limelight of the shooting has passed, the police in York City are inactive, and the gangs are still killing each other. It seems that no one cares about the whereabouts of the money, and it is time to enjoy the sweet moment of victory.

Roy lifted the bag excitedly and felt the weight. After thinking about it, he still felt cautious.
He poured out all the money and stacked it neatly in the safe. He only took ten thick stacks and put them in a shopping bag. He took out a small stack of banknotes and put them in his trouser pocket. Then he closed the cabinet door again and finally messed up the combination roller. .

When he walked out of the room, Old John outside the door was squatting on the ground, picking his nose and humming a little tune:
"It's over?"

"Ah."

"Let's go back."

After walking for a while, Old John suddenly slowed down and said:

"Lend me a bar membership card."

"what?"

"Man, no matter how old you are, you will have desires. You have a young and beautiful girlfriend, but I have nothing."

"Don't think about it, old man, the membership card is only for personal use, if you want a woman, you can find it yourself."

"There is no membership card at all, and there is no CD-ROM, right?"

Roy felt something was wrong and stopped in his tracks:

"Old man, what do you mean?"

"Little guy, don't try to hide it from me. I've been an administrator here for half my life, and I've seen a lot of people of all kinds."

"so what?"

Old John put the kerosene lamp on the ground, turned around and spread his hands;
"Everyone wants to treasure something different, maybe it's a group photo with family, maybe it's a jewelry box left by a deceased wife, or a small treasury saved by the family behind their backs, everyone is poor, and there is nothing particularly valuable There are things to hide, so there are no robbers to worry about."

Roy became nervous: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I want to say that a certain person doesn't know how to repay his kindness, and even if he gets rich, he doesn't know how to give an old friend a hand."

"Damn! You know?"

"Hmm, what a huge sum of money, I was shocked when I watched the video."

"You installed a camera? Peeping at me?"

"Don't worry, young man, if you see everything, your things are already out of place."

"I'm talking! There are fingerprints on the safe, and I felt something was wrong just now! Fortunately, I blocked it with my hand every time I changed the password, or you would have peeped and taken it away."

"Since we've torn our faces, let's be straightforward."

After all, Old John took out an old-fashioned revolver with his right hand, and flattened his left hand in a gesture of counting money.

Roy sneered: "I thought we were dating friends."

"As the old saying goes, the prosperity of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. Young man, I am teaching you for free. There are no permanent friends in this world, only permanent benefits."

Roy took out a wad of money from his hip pocket and handed it over.

"Boy, are you fucking fooling the beggar?"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Roy had no choice but to unzip the shopping bag and grope inside.

"Keep this broken bag for yourself, and tell me the password."

"How much do you want?"

"Boy, have you ever heard that the meeting is divided in half?"

"I'll tell you, old man, but before that, I have a question for you."

"Say."

"Did you really feel guilty about your ex-wife and daughter?"

"You fucking idiot! You don't care!" Old John's face became contorted. He opened the safety of the revolver, pulled the hammer to the ready state, and threatened loudly:
"I like to be happy by myself! Tell me the password quickly, or I won't even keep half of it for you!"

"Old man, don't get excited, you have a bad heart, do you want to know how I got this money?"

"I don't want to hear it."

Old John's gun hand began to tremble, and his voice changed:
"I'm not interested in chatting with you kid, tell me the password quickly."

"Do you still remember, when I was a child, it was my birthday, and your daughter came to celebrate, when did that happen?"

"Boy, you are testing my patience."

"I told you all, whoops! You dull old fellow! It's hopeless!"

"Don't try to play tricks."

Roy raised his hands and said calmly, "I learned something from gangsters, do you want to hear it?"

Old John roared: "Didn't I say I don't want to hear it! Say the password!"

"I already told you!"

Roy kicked the kerosene lamp off the ground, turned off the flashlight at the same time, and rolled to the side.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Old John was completely panicked. He fired three shots into the darkness, but he didn't know if he hit or not.

Roy put on the night vision goggles that had been prepared, prostrated himself on the ground, and had a panoramic view of the passage. He picked up a Coke bottle cap and threw it into the distance.

Old John was terrified, "Bang bang bang!"

He fired three shots in the direction of the sound, and continued to pull the trigger, making the sound of the hammer swinging.

(Damn... no bullets! Is he dead? He must be dead! There is no sound, he must be completely dead!)
Just as he was complacent, a hard object was pressed against his back. It was Roy's miniature pistol.

Old John suddenly felt dizzy and chilled all over, he quickly threw away the pistol and raised his hand:
"Boy, because our two families are old acquaintances, please spare my life."

Roy turned on the flashlight and shone from his chin to his nostrils, like a grimace, looking very pervasive.

"Old man, I haven't finished talking just now,

Besides the bag of money, I learned something from the gangsters,

One is never to believe any nonsense from outsiders, and shoot if you want to shoot.

The second is to be prepared for everything. This miniature pistol and night vision goggles come in handy. It’s better to carry it when you don’t need it than to find it when you want to use it.

In the end, the safe combination was Anna's and my birthday. "

As he spoke, he moved the muzzle of the gun up and aimed it at the back of Old John's head, making the poor wretch pee his pants.

The old man knelt down and begged: "Please, boy, I'm not like this usually, I'm drunk today."

"How many days have you not been drunk, old man, why have you fallen to this point? You don't know why your ex-wife and daughter never come to visit you."

"God... I'm guilty, I'm not good enough to you, not to anyone else,
I swear, I will go to the church to find the pastor to confess... Please... put this gun away, I have a bad heart..."

"Oaths are like the wind, old guy, don't lie to yourself, if you knew the password, you would have shot my little head off."

"My God! For God's sake! Please!"

"God will forgive you, but I won't."

After all, Roy pulled the trigger.

(End of this chapter)