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

Jon did not answer the man. The black muzzle was still aimed at the man.

"Hey! Calm down, brother. This is just a drill..."

The man took a deep breath to calm himself down and let Jon calmed down.

In the beginning, the man did not care about this drill.

He just happened to be here. When Jon locked the door with iron chains and took out the shotgun in his backpack, he was not too nervous.

He was confident that there were dozens of ways to escape.

When he heard that it was just a bank drill, he had only thought of it as a formality.

But... now he didn't think so.

Jon's imposing manner and the heavy atmosphere made the man felt that Jon wasn't someone to be trifled with. Was he playing with the name of the drill.

Even more so, one couldn't help but wonder if the Ithaca Model 37 shotgun in Jon's hand was a real gun.

If it was a real gun, then the people in the bank might really be in danger!

Jon remained silent.

But the hand holding the gun did not relax. His eyes were locked on the other party and the gun was always aimed at the man.

In the bank, everyone was in an extremely tense atmosphere.

Was this a drill?

Compared to the usual drill, this was way too different, right?

When the man saw that Jon did not move, he thought that he had already stabilized Jon. Then, he carefully approached Jon again.

He comforted Jon as he walked. Don't be agitated. This was just a drill.

At this moment, the man was only about ten meters away from Jon.

He slowly moved his feet with his eyes fixed on Jon. He was afraid that Jon would make a move suddenly.

Nine meters...

Eight meters...

Seven meters...

The man stretched out his hand to explain that he was only trying to move to a safe area.

At the same time, he carefully approached Jon.

The distance was getting closer.

As long as he was within three meters of Jon, he was confident that he could quickly close in and subdue Jon.

Six meters...

Five meters...

All the employees of the bank were worried secretly.

They didn't know why they were so nervous in an ordinary drill.

After all, the bank's drills usually ended in a relaxed, happy and even a little ridiculous atmosphere in the past.

Everyone was happy when the gangster was subdued by the police.

But this time, it was far beyond their imagination.

It was as if they were really experiencing a bank robbery at this moment.

The manager even thought that once the man pounced on him, he would subdue Jon together with him!

They were both men, who was afraid of each other!

Just as Sunny was thinking so and the man was only about four meters away from Jon.

"Bang!"

A fierce gunshot was shot out from the shotgun.

The loud sound exploded in the extremely quiet bank.

Jon kept silent and waited quietly. He was waiting for the man to enter his shooting range.

Jon had said that he would shoot if the man moved one more step!

So, when the man moved closer to him, Jon was ready to shoot him.

"You're already dead."

With both hands pointing the muzzle upward, Jon, who was emitting white smoke, said coldly to the dazed man in front of him.

The man's mind was blank.

Although he was still alive, he felt as if he had really taken a trip by the grim reaper in his heart.

He kneeled there in a daze and was unable to move for a long time.

"Ah..."

"He killed someone!!"

For a moment, a few bank employees screamed cowardly as they squatted on the ground.

A few bank employees even closed their eyes.

The man's entire body exuded the bloodthirsty and murderous aura of a bandit.

It made a few customers who were sitting in the waiting area shivered in fear and they stood there trembling.

He really shot someone!

A huge sense of fear surrounded Sunny.

All of his courage was shattered by the gunshot.

He was the one who was closest to the bullet. After hearing the gunshot, his eyes went blank.

Countless images flashed through his mind.

He had his parents, his bankbook and a beautiful world.

At that moment, he felt as if death was walking by him quietly.

He couldn't help but kneel down. His trembling legs could no longer stand.

This was a real robber!!

He was here to rob!!!

At this moment, the FBI headquarters was also silent.

Hundreds of people looked at the screen above with serious expressions.

The FBI had been connected to the bank cameras since the beginning of the drill.

They monitored every movement in the hall.

Just as everyone was laughing and ready to watch Jon made a fool of himself on the screen,.

With the iron chain locking the door and the shotgun pulling the trigger, they couldn't smile anymore.

Jon's murderous gaze and his crazy demeanor had shocked them all.

They hadn't given Jon a real gun.

How could he have a real gun?

Dozens of officers took a deep breath to calm themselves.

They were confused.

Shooting was not allowed in the drill.

And Jon, he had almost killed someone!

He couldn't have been faking it, could he?

Just as this absurd thought appeared in everyone's minds.

No one could have imagined that Jon's shot was just the beginning of the robbery...

The sound of the gun echoed through the bank.

But no blood splattered after the shot was fired.

The terrifying power of the shotgun opened a big hole in the ceiling.

Jon repeated that sentence.

"You're dead."

The man came back to his senses after hearing that.

He listened to Jon obediently. His hands were behind his back and he laid on the ground.

He did not dare to resist Jon's orders at all.

Because he knew that look in Jon's eyes. Jon did not have the slightest intention of joking.

Jon watched the man lied down obediently before he put down his gun and spoke coldly.

"Ithaca Model 37 shotgun. One shot from such a close distance is enough to blow up your head. You're dead already."

At this moment, a bank employee took advantage of the time Jon was talking and pressed the alarm.

The alarm went straight to the police station. The police would arrive within ten minutes.

Of course, Jon knew this but he didn't stop them.

Since he was robbing, how could there not be a scene of confrontation with the police.

The man who had been killed laid on the ground silently.

Jon could see what he was thinking.

"Most robbers, no matter how fierce they are, know that a hostage is a bargaining chip. They don't usually kill people as soon as they enter the bank."

"But this is also your habitual thinking."

"I saw the badge you're going to wear."

"You've already exposed your identity as a police officer. In order to prevent you from cooperating with the outside world, it's reasonable for me to shoot you."

When Jon spoke, his appearance, tone, and aura made it seemed like he was a real bank robber and this was a real bank robbery.

No one dared to doubt what he had just said.

Jon walked to the man lying on the ground, grabbed his feet and dragged him backward.

"What are you doing!?"

The man looked at Jon in shock and fear.

"The impact of a shotgun is very strong. Your place of death should be here."

"Also, dead people don't talk. If you say another word, I'll shoot you again!"

The black muzzle was aimed at the man's forehead.

The man looked at the muzzle and then at the fierce-looking Jon.

He could only continue to act as a corpse and didn't dare to make any more movements.

Jon dragged the man to the spot where he was shot and put him down.

"So now, are there still people who want to die?"

Jon held the gun and glanced at the people in the bank as he said coldly.

No one dared to make a sound in the noisy bank lobby.

This man!

He would really kill them all!