Because the butt was kicked hard, the monkey fell into the bank and slid on the smooth floor for several meters. The bank was so dark and scary, and the mentality of being a thief made the monkey lower his voice: "I'll go, Li Boss, are you serious..."
As the door behind them was slammed shut, and then there was the sound of iron chains locking the door, the thieves who came in panicked, squatted down, clenched the weapons in their hands and looked around.
Unfortunately, it was pitch black and couldn't see anything. They could only hear the rustling sound. The group of thieves became even more panicked and completely forgot what they were here for.
Suddenly, a low voice came from the darkness: "Who? Who touched me? I shot!"
"It's me who's missing you..."
A mess in the dark...
"Click!" With a sound, the headlamp worn by the monkey on his forehead turned on, and the dazzling beam of light slowly swept across the bank hall and a group of wretched thieves.
The little thieves stared at the beam of light dumbly, their eyes hurting. After a while, they recovered their vision and looked at the darkness around them again. Finally, they were not as panicked as before!
The lobby of the bank is not small. Even though ten people are standing in it, it still looks empty. Decorated pillars, business counters, and benches for rest can be vaguely discerned around it.
"Hey, why are you shining your headlight on me?" Randall complained to the monkey dissatisfiedly. The light from the headlight made his eyes hurt.
"You... didn't bring a flashlight?"
"Ah? Oh... I brought it!" Randall took out the flashlight and turned it on...
At the same time, there were five or six flashlights in the hands of other people!
"..."
The monkey turned to the person with no light in his hand: "You... don't have one?"
Eisenberg stared at the halo around him with his mouth open, wondering why I didn’t bring it? Helplessly, he raised the gun in his hand: "I have a pistol..."
The monkey was helpless: "Why are you here?"
At this time, a faint voice came from the side: "I'm here to get the money... My pockets are all ready..."
"..."
"Then you are just standing there doing nothing! Go ahead..." Monkey felt that this team was really difficult to lead.
The few people with flashlights turned around in a hurry, all rushed to the counter, swarmed in, and started rummaging through the boxes!
Just like a group of mice entering a rice vat, happy but at a loss!
The three people who didn't bring flashlights looked at the monkey with shy faces and didn't move away from its nest. The monkey was so angry that he asked, "Hey, grandma, can I conjure a flashlight or what?"
Eisenberg said helplessly: "But sir, if we go... we can't see it!"
"You can't see that you won't be with others? Forget it, I have convinced you all, do you have the consciousness of being a thief?"
"Those at the counter, please stop busying for now. Two people are enough there. Randall, take three people upstairs and search every room upstairs, especially the safe. Be careful. Come on, I don’t know if there is anyone here, so don’t be blinded by the light!”
"The three of you who don't have flashlights, come with me and look for a vault or something..."
As the four figures went up the stairs, the monkey and the three figures disappeared behind a certain door. The bank hall seemed much deserted.
The two guys who were rummaging around held flashlights in their left hands, and kept opening drawers with their right hands. They casually pulled out a large stack of documents. Because they were not banknotes, they raised them to the ceiling at will, and then pulled down another drawer.
The four Randalls who went upstairs kept pushing or kicking open doors. Some rooms had obvious characteristics: reception room, conference room, archives room, pantry, utility room...
We looked through the rooms on the second floor one by one. There was nothing worth searching. The contents inside were clear at a glance. There were some handicrafts that seemed to be valuable, but they were not convenient to carry. After a few people discussed it, they decided to give up. The main purpose of coming this time was money, followed by Something small and valuable can also be considered.
I turned around and went up to the third floor, still going from room to room. The third floor was obviously better than the second floor. They were all offices and lounges. I copied several rooms and everyone had more or less in their pockets. There were a few extra things, although not much, but it still made a few people smile.
When I reached the end of the corridor, I was about to kick open the door to the opposite room when there was a sudden "crash!" sound from the room next to me, as if something had been knocked over.
The four people who were about to kick down the door suddenly stopped, slowly drew out their pistols, turned around, and looked at each other.
As Randall nodded fiercely, the soldier at the front raised his foot and kicked hard. The door of the room was opened with a bang. The door hit the wall behind along the door axis, and another "boom" was heard. !" made a sound, and then bounced back!
Pushing open the door, four beams of light shot into the room at the same time, sweeping around the room, accompanied by loud shouts: "Don't move, the gun is on..."
A figure stood up tremblingly against the corner of the room, with his hands raised, one of which held a pistol: "Don't... don't shoot... I surrender! I surrender!"
He was a thin young man, wearing a well-fitting uniform and a large-brimmed hat. Under the illumination of a flashlight, his face looked extremely pale.
Randall shouted: "Put down your weapons, is there anyone else..."
"No... no, I'm the only one in this building now..." The young man obediently put the gun in his hand on the table in front of him.
Maybe the light of the flashlight was too dazzling, so I couldn't help but raise my left hand to block my eyes. Then I felt it was inappropriate, so I hurriedly raised my hand again, squinting my eyes slightly, feeling hasty and helpless.
"what is your job?"
"Sirs, I am the security guard of this bank..." As he spoke, the young man looked as if he was about to cry.
"Security personnel? Why are you the only one? Where are the others?"
"Everyone else...had gone downstairs to stop the rout...I was the only one left inside the building..."
A soldier walked through a row of desks, reached for the pistol placed on the table, turned around and handed it to Randall. Randall picked up the pistol and took a look. It was a German-made Mauser C96 pistol with a 20-round magazine. , using Mauser 7.63mm pistol ammunition, which can be fired in single or continuous rounds.
The German-made Mauser C96 pistol is a semi-automatic military pistol launched by the German Mauser Arsenal in 1896. When production stopped in 1939, a total of about one million Mauser C96s were produced, and other countries copied about millions of them! However, no country in the world adopts Mauser C96 as the standard weapon of the army.
You may not be familiar with the name of the Mauser C96 pistol, but when it comes to other names for this gun, everyone must be familiar with it: shell gun, box gun, Zilaidi, speed machine, box gun, large mirror, 20-gun, etc.
A very interesting feature of the Mauser C96 pistol is that its holster, when flipped over the pistol grip, immediately transforms into a carbine and becomes a shoulder-fired weapon.
The Mauser C96 pistol is a standard example of ugly and cute, almost romantic. In history, few guns can have such a positioning. Chinese people should have a deeper feeling for the emotion it represents than others, because the number of box cannons used by China definitely exceeds that of any other country. The love for box cannons is endless!
