~： Four hundred and sixty-eight - fooled by Sergey

Apart from the sound of "click" and "click", there were only a few cries from the boy from time to time. The police were still shouting into the hall, but no one rushed in.

Wayne understands very well that these people are delaying time, waiting for the arrival of SWAT, everyone is taking that little salary, and no one is stupid enough to be willing to die.

"Hey, hey, hey! Get out of here!"

Sergey lay on the ground, suddenly turned the pistol, and warned in a low voice: "Either stay there or get out of here, if you come closer to us, ma'am, I have no guarantee that I will shoot you. !"

Wayne and Nina turned their heads at the same time, and found that the one who was lying on the ground crawling towards them was a white woman. Even though the woman was pointed at by a pistol, her face still had a pleading look on her face, and she kept crawling towards them.

"Let her come over."

Gently patted the Russian bear's thick arm and shook his head, he whispered. "Just a woman, not a threat to us."

The corners of Sergey's mouth were visibly upturned. "Just don't regret it, boss."

Soon, Wayne understood the meaning of the Russian bear, because this woman was the mother of the kidnapped boy.

"Please! Sir, please, save Clayton, please!"

After the woman climbed up to them, she immediately made a cry of prayer and kept making requests to Sergey. As a mother, she was very awake at this time and understood that only a big man with a pistol could save her child. . The police can't count on it now, those fat pigs will just hide outside the door and shout.

Sergey looked at the two beside him with a "Look, I said it long ago" expression on his face. He didn't mean to move, as if he didn't hear the woman's constant prayers.

The time is still walking by minute by minute. The woman knows that every second that passes, the danger to her child increases by one point. Obviously, the robber can't escape, and no one can guarantee whether he will go crazy in the end. .

"Ok, shutdown!"

Frowning, Wayne growled at the woman, stretched out a finger, and made a silent gesture. Then he looked at Sergey and asked, "Are you sure you can drop that child?"

His words caused Sergey and Nina to be surprised. With what they knew about their boss, it was absolutely impossible for them to take risks because of strangers. They could even imagine what would happen if strangers interfered with his safety. .

Naomi Watts once concluded that he was born greedy and lecherous and afraid of death. There is absolutely no exaggeration in this sentence.

With hopeful eyes, the woman also looked at Sergey who was stunned for a while. "please, sir, little Clayton is only five years old, and he has a long life to live, please, he..."

"!"

Seeing the woman talking, Sergey became more and more excited, and simply stretched out his hand to cover the other's mouth. "Listen, I'll find a way, shut your mouth now, ok?"

Seeing that the woman gradually recovered, he let go of his hand and looked at his boss. "It's easy to bring down that lunatic, but it's difficult to ensure the safety of the child, so pay attention."

Saying that, he reached out his hand and pointed to the direction of the hall, indicating that Wayne could take a careful look.

Only then did Wayne see the specifics of the hall. The crowds that were bustling just now have all disappeared. There are several bank staff, all lying behind desks or cabinets. In the hall near the counter, a strong white man in his thirties or forties was holding a little boy's neck with his arms covered in colorful tattoos.

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It should be the child's panicked noise, which completely annoyed the middle-aged white man. As he looked over, the robber gave the boy a slap in the face.

About ten meters away from the robbers, five or six bank security personnel with guns hid behind the bunkers and surrounded him faintly. Near the gate of the bank, there was the body of a man in a suit lying down.

"See, the robber is very sensitive now, any action may cause him a stress response."

Sergey shook his head slightly and sighed. "I'm sure to bring him down, but I'm not sure to keep the kid safe. Boss, that's just a kid who's not sensible at all. Don't expect him to react correctly after I shoot like an adult."

If it is a sensible adult, there is a high probability that after there is movement, he will immediately lie on the ground to avoid bullets that come at any time. But it is impossible for a child to understand this. The first reaction must be to cry and run around, and it will become a living target.

"If only the security guards could make a little noise and temporarily attract the attention of the robbers..." Halfway through, Sergey shook his head, they all knew that the security guards now The fact that personnel can surround each other is already considered a gift outside the scope of work, and they will never risk being shot to do more.

"SWAT should be coming soon. If we want to act quickly, those people, you know, will never care about the life and death of the hostages."

Sergey said these words to women. What he said was only common sense, and there was no moisture. Everyone knows what the virtues of North American police are. The thing is very simple. If a woman still wants to save the child, she must take the risk herself to attract the robber's attention a little and create a chance for him to shoot.

It has been nearly half an hour since the start of this farce, and the entire bank building was surrounded by police cars. It was rare to see that at the main entrance of the bank, instead of fully armed police detectives, they were carrying police officers. Long-shot media reporters and photographers.

"I don't care what you do, you have to get Wayne Greenberg! Go find a way to find out if the robber actually hurt him, listen, Jim, if you miss this rare opportunity, don't take it with you. Come back with enough exciting news, I will send you to the gate of Greenberg Manor, follow him 24 hours a day, and seize this **** opportunity!"

Not far from the main entrance of the bank building, a male reporter hung up the phone and shook his head with an ugly face. When he got the news that Wayne Greenberg was also trapped inside, he immediately reported it to the newspaper. Everyone did this, and they were all looking forward to some exciting pictures.

Although no one said it, Jim Burgess knew very well that at least 90% of the media reporters around the door hoped that Wayne Greenberg would also be shot or injured, otherwise just relying on this The robbery farce of the robbery can't be put on the front page of his own house.

When he bent down and ran back to his fellow cameraman, he had already thought about how to write the press release. It's simple, after all, the robbers kidnapped a child, didn't they? If Wayne Greenberg is hurt, then the natural news itself is enough to catch the eye, and it's okay to not be hurt, just try to bring the topic to the child.

Even in a short period of time, he even thought of several titles, such as "Director Wayne Greenberg is a tough guy on the surface, but in private he is an egoistic **** who sees children being hurt and just hides himself! "In this way, as long as you want to take advantage of the popularity of this matter, there must be a method, and the ambiguous report can't be said to be distorted.

Perhaps, among these people around the door, they are the only ones who really care about the safety of Wayne Greenberg! Jim Burgess turned his head and looked at the creators of the crew not far away.

"$500,000 and a car?! Ha, the police won't give him a cent, a naive lunatic."

The photographer's tone was full of ridicule. They are in the media industry and have seen similar things a long time ago. The fact is that the North American police have never compromised with criminals, not once. The police would rather smear everything around the criminals and wrestle with the families of innocents afterwards. "Wait, Jim, look."

"what?"

Jim Burgess withdrew his gaze towards the creators of the crew, turned to look at the bank hall in doubt, with an incredible expression on his face for a moment, he stammered towards his companions. "Damn, am I dazzled? That's Wayne Greenberg?! Come on, take a photo!"

Under the gazes of countless people, the atmosphere in the bank hall was very strange. Wayne walked towards the robbers in a generous way, raising his hands, indicating that he did not carry any weapons that could threaten the other party.

"Brother, you need a lot of money, ah ha? Don't get excited, I happen to have a lot of money, tell me the number, don't worry, you should have heard of me, my name is Wayne Greenberg, don't say you haven't. I said, tell me the number, I will give you what you want..."

Not to mention the media reporters and police outside the door, even Wayne himself felt that he was probably going crazy at this time, otherwise how could he believe the guarantee of Sergey's idiot.

On the surface, he looked calm, and at the same time, he was still talking non-stop, trying to distract the robbers, but he was still panicking inside. Is not a billionaire.

"Stop! Damn bastard, I told you to stop." Completely different from what he imagined, there was no sign of wanting to talk on the robber's face at all, only a mad look left. Obviously, he is very sensitive now , could shoot at any time.

Just as the robber took the pistol away from the boy's head and was about to point it at Wayne not far away, "Crack, snap." There were three crisp gunshots in a row, and he knew that it was Sergey who had finally found it. opportunity to get started.

The robber was not too far away from him, and he could see clearly. When the first shot rang, the other party had already been shot in the head, and a faint red blood flower appeared on his forehead. It flew out from the back of the head and took away a large piece of red and white!

The next two shots were more like insurance, and the moment the robber fell to the ground, two shots were added to his chest. Just because he saw it so clearly, Wayne suddenly felt nauseated and cursed Sergey crazily. When he went back, he planned to ask the Russian bear to replace the powerful 1911. The picture brought by the huge kinetic energy of this thing, Much more exciting than in a shootout movie.

At the moment when the robber fell, everyone including the reporter at the door was stunned. But Wayne saw the innocent little boy at a glance, and wanted to turn around and look at his kidnapper. "Hey boy, look here!"

His shouting, like a switch, not only stopped the child who wanted to turn back, but also woke everyone outside the door, reporters, the main creative members of the crew, and the police rushed in like a swarm.

When these people rushed in, the scene they saw was very shocking. Wayne was holding a little boy under five years old and complimenting each other loudly. "Listen, boy! You acted very brave, this scene is perfect, I promise you, I will think about it when I go back, and keep all your scenes."

"Mr. Director, do I really have acting talent?" The little boy's innocent voice sounded.

"That's right, you're simply a talent in acting!"

The conversation between the two made everyone around them silent.

Jim Burgess was in a very complicated mood. He raised the camera hanging around his neck and clicked at the two of them. He took a picture of Wayne with a sunny smile hugging the little boy, and behind the sunny smile Not far away, there was a **** corpse.

The distance between the two is so close, but it makes everyone feel very far away, so far away that they seem to be in two worlds!