Starting By Acting As A Bank Robber, I Shock The World

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Jon woke up from his sleep.

He looked at the strange surroundings.

He subconsciously checked his surroundings.

He felt something heavy on his arm.

His eyes gradually shifted to the side.

A large number of white scenery suddenly appeared in front of him.

Mary, the stripper bar attendant.

The girl he had accidentally saved in the alley yesterday.

Because of fear, he pulled himself to her rental house.

As soon as he entered the door, Mary kissed him fiercely before he had time to observe.

The graceful figure made Jon lose control.

The magnificent chest made Jon almost suffocate.

Mary threw him on the bed crazily.

Then it was hard to remember.

Jon had amnesia.

All he remembered was a crazy night last night.

They almost shook the bed apart.

He shook his dizzy head and pulled his arms out of the snowy skin.

He pulled the covers back and got out of bed.

Jon straightened his back.

He was a little sore.

He found the remote and turned on the TV.

The news about Jon was being broadcast on the TV.

There was a big mistake at the police station last night.

They mistook the homeless man for Jon.

When the sheriff was interviewed by the media about where Jon was now, the sheriff stammered his answer.

"It's not clear at the moment." 

"Our police are doing their best to pursue him."

Then, he was escorted back to the police station by the police officers.

The performance of the sheriff made all the audience laughed.

"This sheriff gathered the media and promised to arrest Jon. Why is he hiding from the reporters now? Hahaha!"

"Jon is really amazing. Yesterday, I thought he was going to be arrested and brought to justice!"

"Yeah, I also thought that Jon was going to be arrested by the police, but I didn't expect that it would be a hobo pretending to be him. You don't even know the police's final expression. It's so exciting!"

"There are still a few hours left. Will they still be able to find Jon?"

"Impossible. If the surveillance cameras in the city can't capture him, then the police won't be able to search them one by one."

"A few hours left, just hide in any small warehouse. I can think of it. I don't believe that Jon can't think of it."

Everyone's discussion continued.

The heat continued from yesterday to today.

The heat continued to be very high throughout the United States.

"Jon is still escaping."

This search was always at the top of the list.

The news was always at the top.

But Jon himself didn't notice.

He simply took a can of beer from the refrigerator.

He opened it and took a big gulp.

Under the cold stimulation, Jon instantly sobered up.

There were still a few hours left.

He wasn't worried about a police raid at all.

No one knew he was sleeping in a woman's house.

Looking at the scenery in the distance, he seemed to have made up his mind.

He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and made a call to the director.

The call was picked up quickly after a few seconds.

Now, Jon's phone was a private line.

According to the amount of attention on the Internet, Jon had a higher priority than the president at the FBI Director's office.

"Hello, Jon?"

There was some confusion at the other end of the line. There were still a few hours before the end of the exercise, so why was he calling?

"It's me. Are you satisfied with this exercise?"

Jon's tone was calm, but it didn't seem like he was talking to his superior.

The director also sensed that something was wrong.

"Jon, just say what you want to say. This is my office. There's no one else here."

The director said this to Jon so that he could feel that he was in a relaxed environment.

"Director, I want the files from three years ago."

Jon's tone was a little nervous. He knew that the director could fulfill this request.

The director was silent for a moment.

"Jon, you know that incident. It's all in the past..."

"It will never be in the past!"

Jon looked at the phone with agitation and growled.

"I won't. My brothers who died won't!"

Listening to the agitated tone on the phone, the director was immersed in memories, too.

Three years ago, Jon had retired from the SEALs and transferred to the FBI.

He had looked for countless people just to find that file.

Now he was finally asking for his help.

"Jon, is that why you joined the drill?"

The director was a little helpless.

Jon didn't say anything.

He knew it wasn't the right time to say that.

He just wanted to know if he could get his hands on that file from three years ago.

The director smiled.

He was worried about how to motivate Jon.

His voice suddenly became deliberately low.

"Jon, do you know that there are a lot of big shots paying attention to this exercise?"

"So, some people are willing to see things get bigger and bigger."

"Do you understand what I mean, Jon?"

The director's voice had some deeper meaning.

Talking to smart people did not need to be so laborious.

Big shot?

Making a scene?

Jon immediately felt like he was at the center of a conspiracy.

But Jon didn't care about that for now.

His goal had always been that matter.

"That means the bigger the matter, the better, right?"

"I understand."

Jon quickly hung up the phone.

He took a deep breath.

He still had to continue this cat-and-mouse game.

His stance with the police would change again.

This time, it wasn't the police who attacked him.

It was him who attacked them.

There were a few hours left.

Time was running out.

But a plan had already appeared in his mind.

He had secretly activated the network on his phone when he had just spoken...

...

New York Police Force.

Right after the sheriff said those words, several officers reacted differently.

The one in charge in the north had the most aggrieved expression.

He was now Jon's scapegoat.

The sheriff even asked him if he had any private contact with Jon.

After all, if there was a mole, then there was a reason the bust failed.

Of course he wasn't.

Afterwards, the three homeless men also testified for him.

Even though he cleared the air, he still had a problem.

Even though the sheriff said he lost, he wasn't convinced.

It just so happened that he and Ian were good friends.

He contacted Ian in private.

He asked him to keep track of Jon's signal.

As soon as he showed up, called him.

Ian was the best programmer in the department.

He left a back door for himself when he first tapped the director's phone.

This back door, although it can't directly steal phone records, it could locate both sides of the call.

Ian was watching these two phones at all times.

As soon as they made contact, he immediately...

At this time on his computer, the program showed that the director and Jon were talking on the phone.

Ian also immediately began to search.

Successful positioning!

He immediately sent a message to the person-in-charge of the location.

After all, the sheriff had not slept all night and was resting in the lounge.

Given it to the team leader, all the police forces in the vicinity were mobilized!