This thing about me becoming a girl

"It is true that these are things that you will not be able to master in a short time if you have never touched a gun, but you must know how to shoot a gun. The gun is only used in the worst case, because it is the last card, but believe me, we are the last What I don’t want is to use this hole card.”

Bei Dao Ya looked at him: "Is it clear?"

Ito nodded.

Immediately she said to the three of them: "Take the gun, recall what I did just now, and ask if you don't understand."

Hearing that Ito was the first to rush to pick up the gun, he looked at him with excitement and obsessive eyes.

Time passed slowly, the warehouse was very quiet, and everyone was quietly waiting for the time to come.

It was raining, and the cold pattering sound fell on the ground outside the warehouse.

Bei Dao Ya asked, "What time is it?"

Yuto Aso answered with a cigarette in his mouth: "5.20."

"Get dressed."

Hearing this, the three of them took off their clothes and pants on the spot, and put on the same black loose hoodies as Bei Dao Ya, but the masks were different.

Ito is a clown headgear, Aso is a masquerade in disguise, and Shibazaki is a ghost.

"Go and drive, Ito," she said.

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A crimson engineering van with the logo of Vivo Maintenance Company was walking on the streets of the city. Bei Daoya sat in the co-pilot and rolled down the window to look at the outside world.

It doesn't look like it's raining, but it looks like it's fogging. The world in front of me is blocked by the dense rain, and the streets and buildings in the distance are only a vague outline.

The early morning mist mixed with rain shrouded the city. The morning light was faint, the sky was still gray, and the vision was hazy, as if it was mysterious and a bit fanciful, but the sticky and cold rain was slowly drifting, rolling and undulating , chasing each other, like waves on a treacherous sea, hiding murderous intent.

What a fine weather, Bei Daoya thought sincerely.

Bei Daoya was about to roll up the window, but when he passed by a street, a petite woman in a white skirt and holding a white umbrella froze in place. What she was carrying should be the bento bag bought at the convenience store just now. .

As the window slowly rose, she saw the North Island crow's dreadlocked skull costume, and also saw the carbine in her arms.

The bag in the woman's hand fell to the ground without grasping it. She looked terrified, and quickly buried her head like a frightened deer, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Bei Daoya also saw her, and suddenly tightened his grip on the gun.

The woman stood at the corner of the street with her head buried, not daring to move, her hands twisting her skirt uneasily.

She tried her best to pretend that she didn't see anything, but the trembling little hands, trembling shoulders, and the package bag that fell on the ground still betrayed herself.

It felt like she was so frightened that she could hardly stand still.

The windows of the car were finally closed tightly, Bei Daoya looked away, and the car drove across the street.

Bei Dao's black eyes under the crow's hood were rarely filled with emotions.

Wait until I get home, Mom.

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At 6.15, the vehicle arrived at Banqiao Road and stopped two meters in front of the main gate of Senhua Entrance.

The armored van will stop at the zebra crossing diagonally across the road, because you can cross the road when you get off the car, and this position can just block the sight of anyone entering the bank door.

The rain gradually became heavier, and there was a pattering sound when it fell on the roof of the car. There was no one on the road, only the lights of the street lights that were about to be closed mixed with rain and fog.

Because it is not open yet, the venetian blinds on the floor-to-ceiling glass exterior wall of Banqiao Senhua are closed, blocking the sight of the outside world and making it impossible for people to see what is going on inside.

Bei Dao Ya looked at a black car parked at the corner of the street ahead.

That was the vehicle in which Shang Shanmu left last night.

She touched the gun in her arms.

The car was extremely silent, and everyone's breathing could be heard clearly. Even Ito, who used to be hyperactive and chatty, became silent, as if he finally understood what he was doing at this moment.

Ito wore a laughing clown headgear, but his demeanor was dull.

He looked at the gun in his hand, obviously obsessed and loved it, and always thought that it would be nice to have one, but he had no choice but to have fun in the game.

But now that I have it, and when it is really possible to use it, Ito somehow feels a little unexplainable feeling, in short, it is not a feeling of expectation.

Some heavy.

"Boss...what if...it's the worst...what to do."

He hesitated in his tone, as if he could see the tangled look of his wrinkled face through the hood.

Bei Daoya had seen this kind of confusion before taking action many times. She knew what Ito wanted to ask, so she answered lightly.

The hoarse male synthetic voice from his waist did not try to calm his mind, nor did he forcefully tell him that there was no turning back, but just stated a fact lightly.

"Trust me, you would never want to shoot someone with it, and it will never happen this time, if there is an emergency, retreat immediately and we will all be safe.

But if in the future you really need a gun, don't shake your hands. "

Hearing this, the two people in the back seat also looked at their gloved hands for some reason.

Yito swallowed, and turned his head to look at the calm figure sitting in the co-pilot.

"Are you not nervous at all?"

Bei Daoya didn't reply. She had never been nervous before about something that was similar to her.

But now, maybe.

Her blood seemed to be heating up at this moment, and her steady heartbeat, which usually wouldn't fluctuate too much, was slowly expanding and pulsating, as if every cell was agitated, breathing in extremely greedily.

Bei Daoya thought this feeling was very strange, so she kept pursuing it in the past.

Because only in this way can she feel that she is still alive, that she can feel the pulse that life brings to her, that she can feel the blood flowing in her body, and that she can feel the value of her own existence.

Instead of swimming numbly like a stinky fish in a stinky ditch, repeating the emptiness day after day.

She needs stimulation, the stimulation that makes his life pulse again.

And this feeling at this time is the stimulation she will pursue in the future.

This is also the only meaning she can feel her blood is flowing.

Although now, she has a new meaning.

At this time, a black and white cash transport vehicle with an armed escort attached to it, please do not approach at will, slowly stopped at the zebra crossing on the diagonally opposite street.

Except for Bei Daoya, the bodies of the three people in the car tensed subconsciously, and Ito's breathing began to become heavy.

"Are you ready?" Bei Daoya asked, holding the gun and hanging the gun belt on his shoulder.

The three nodded solemnly.

The time was 6.21. The armored vehicle opened the door, and two uniformed guards came down. The young one took down a trolley and put the security bag on it. Holding an umbrella.

The door was closed, and the slightly elderly driver buried himself in his breakfast.

They passed the zebra crossing, came to the street here, and walked straight towards the vehicle where the North Island Crow was.

Even though they knew that the glass of the car was covered with film and the inside could not be seen from the outside, the three people in the car were still calm, afraid of being exposed.

As they approached, they walked past the car, opened the door and entered the bank.

The next second, Bei Dao Ya said.

"action."

The four got out of the car with their backpacks on their backs. Ito opened the door of the bank, and the other three quickly filed in. Immediately after, Ito also came in and closed the door, and wrapped the door handle tightly with nylon cable ties.

"Get down! Get down! Everyone!! Put your hands on the ground and don't move!"

79. You are dishonest

In Banqiao Senhua, the bright lights on the ceiling shine in every crevice of this space.

The bank's voice announcer didn't call out the number like in the past, but played a recent popular rock song, which belongs to the kind of old people who get dizzy when they hear it, and turn it off when they call it, while young people will blow their hair when they hear it , couldn't help showing a constipated expression and began to shake his legs and nod to the song.

This was impossible in Banqiao Senhua in the past, because the previous president was very particular about rules, and everything in the bank must be carried out in accordance with the rules.

According to what he said, we are service personnel. If customers see that we are not rigorous enough in the workplace, they may lose their trust in us and feel that we are not reliable enough, so they cannot entrust their money to us with peace of mind.

But according to what the bank staff said in private, the president is too rigid, a stubborn old man, and doesn't know how to adapt at all. The era is no longer your era. Didn't you look at the next bank and started to innovate? Every Wednesday Wearing a kimono for the reception, and the turnover of the day has skyrocketed!

The times are advancing!Invariable will be eliminated!

They thought so in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say it in front of the old man who wouldn't get angry if he frowned, so they could only talk about the complicated rules and serious atmosphere at work with their friends in private. Feeling old.

But this is already in the past tense. The previous president is said to have retired, and the new president is younger and more handsome, with a gentle smile on his lips at any time, making people can't help but double their affection for him!

And it seems to be getting along well!When I see you, I will nod and smile gently!Treat subordinates are not strict!After only contacting for more than half an hour, I will go to chat with those stiff staff!

This is simply the perfect template for a successful long-legged man in a Korean drama!

Compared with the former president, he is a grumpy old man with a bad temper!

For example, Saito is now the No. [-] supporter of the new president!

She likes this color very much!

He is 1.8 meters tall and has a slender body. The black suit is fully propped up, and the outline of the muscles can be seen faintly. The short and medium haircut is well-trimmed and combed back, and the healthy wheat-colored face is decent and elegant. smile.

He sat in the waiting area of ​​the lobby, surrounded by all the staff and security currently in the bank.

There were about five or six people.

All the people present are those who need to cooperate to open the vault, or they have the key to open it, or they are responsible for supervision.

"Tootori, what kind of work were you doing before?"

Saito is the supervisor, who counts the money for the cashier and records the amount to prevent any mistakes.

She sat in the waiting area with her chin resting on her hands, and the stars in her eyes twinkled only for handsome guys.

At the beginning, Uesugi was whispering something to his deputy. Hearing this, he looked at Saito, and then smiled and said: "In private, you don't need to call Touto, just call me Uesugi. After all, we are all colleagues who want to work together, so there is no need to do this." See you."

Saito nodded quickly, of course she would not refuse to get closer to the handsome guy!

Shang Shanmu said again: "Before, vagrant."

Saito couldn't believe it, he couldn't possibly be a vagrant by looking at it like this!Although she is not very knowledgeable, the watch on Shang Shanmu's hand looks super expensive!

At this time, Shang Shanmu's deputy looked at her and smiled, "Totorori is just joking, but don't take it seriously, his family will scare you to death."