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At 9 a.m., shortly after the bank opened, and there were not many customers, a middle-aged man with black hair and yellow skin walked into the automatic sensor door, paused for a moment, glanced at the armed guard standing next to the door, and then walked to the cash counter on the side of the business hall, behind a white woman.

After seeing off the female customer in front of her, the young and beautiful female teller smiled and politely asked the middle-aged Asian man, "Good morning, sir, what kind of service do you need?" ”

"Good morning." The middle-aged Asian man grinned at her, pulled out a piece of paper folded in half and handed it over.

The female teller opened it and saw a passage written in English: "Give-me-a-kiss!" (Give me a kiss). ”

She was confused by this passage, under normal circumstances, people who come to the cash counter usually only have two requirements in addition to depositing, one is "Give-me-my-money", and the other is "Give-me-the-money", what does this Give-me-a-kiss mean?

"I'm very sorry, sir." The female teller looked embarrassed, put the note on the counter, and pushed it back to the other party, "But I'm afraid we won't be able to provide this service." ”

The other smiled and shook his head, tapping his finger heavily on the note, meaning "I insist on it," as he lifted the front of his gray jacket to reveal the dark hilt of his belt.

"Uh-oh...... Please don't be impulsive, sir, okay? The female teller was taken aback, but fortunately, her good professionalism and experience in many anti-robbery exercises helped her regain her composure and maintain a professional smile, she quietly kicked the button at the bottom of the cabinet with her toes, and at the same time opened the drawer, took out the cash in it and put it on the counter between the two sides, and admonished in a low voice: "Please stay calm, sir, all the money is here, you can leave quietly with them, I promise that it will not be quiet, and no one will be hurt by this." ”

This is the standard procedure for the banking industry in the United States when it encounters a robbery, the bank's money is insured, the loss of the robbery is borne by the insurance company, if the employee or customer is in danger, it is the responsibility of the bank, if someone is injured or even killed, the amount of compensation required will likely far exceed the loss in the robbery, and the bank's reputation will be greatly reduced, so no matter which bank, it would rather lose money than be involved in a similar civil compensation lawsuit.

Looking at the thick stack of banknotes in front of him, the Asian man's expression was a little strange, and after being stunned for 1 second, he explained very seriously in English with a fairly standard pronunciation but a very slow speaking speed: "I ~ don't ~ want ~ money." ”

"Uh......" The female teller thought that the other party was afraid of the lack of money, and secretly glanced at the guard at the door, and found that he had noticed the abnormality here, holding the handle of the gun and slowly walking towards this side, she couldn't help but panic a little, you must know that the money belongs to the bank, and the small life is your own, once the two sides draw their guns and fight, the unlucky one may not know who it is, so she handed a "steady" look to the guard, and patiently explained to the Asian man: "There really is only so much, sir, if it doesn't satisfy you, maybe we can think of another way?" ”

"Didn't I speak English?" The Asian man rolled his eyes, "Again, I don't want money!" ”

"Are you serious?" The female teller was confused by him, why don't you run to the bank early in the morning with a big gun, make a movie?

Accidentally catching a glimpse of the note next to a stack of cash, her heart suddenly moved, "I didn't question your meaning, sir, I just wanted to confirm that if I ...... If you meet this request, you'll get out of here, right? ”

The Asian man's speaking skills seemed to be quite limited, so he asked her to slow down and repeat it before smiling and nodding.

"Okay, kiss and you won't get pregnant...... the female teller muttered to herself, plucking up the courage to probe and kiss the other party's left cheek, but the Asian man shook his head slightly, pointed to his lips and signaled to her: Here!

"Okay...... Hopefully, this won't lead me to be mistaken for your accomplice. The female teller smiled bitterly, and under the surprised gaze of the guard, other colleagues and customers, she reached out to hold the Asian man's cheek and kissed him the lips.

Feeling the warm and soft lips of the female teller, the Asian man showed a satisfied smile on his face, but before the kiss was finished, there was a burst of shouting and scolding behind him: "Don't move!" "San Francisco Police!" "Put your head in your hands and get on your knees, or I'll shoot you in the head!"

"Thank you." Nodding to the flushed female teller, the Asian man smiled and raised his hands to the back of his head, slowly bent his knees to his knees, and two patrolmen with big shoulders and round waists immediately rushed up and flipped him to the ground, one twisted his arm to handcuff him, and the other reached into his waist and fumbled it, ripped off the pistol stuck in his belt, and held it high with two fingers on the handle so that the colleagues behind him could film this key piece with a video camera.

Seeing the conspicuous orange cap on the muzzle of the gun, everyone, including the female teller, breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be just a toy gun.

"You have been arrested, sir, you have the right to remain silent, because what you say will be likely to become evidence against you, and you also have the right to a lawyer, and if you can't afford it, the court will appoint a public defender to you, do you understand these rights that I read out?" After searching the Asian man from top to bottom and reading "Miranda Rights" to him, two patrol officers escorted him into the back seat of the police car, honked their sirens and roared towards the police station.

Ten minutes later, physical evidence from the scene, including the toy gun, the note, and other belongings of the suspect, were placed on the desk of the Bay Area Detective, along with the assistant district attorney in charge of initiating criminal proceedings.

"Give me a kiss?" A police detective tapped his finger on the note in the evidence bag, "What kind of robber is this?" ”

His partner leaned over and looked, "You want me to guess?" This kid is probably a psychotic, a pretentious madman. ”

"Perhaps, but that's not enough to bring him to court." The assistant prosecutor picked up the toy gun and looked at it, and threw it back on the table, "Gentlemen, I just looked at the surveillance, the suspect didn't touch the cash at all, and the federal and California laws don't say that people are not allowed to enter the bank with a toy gun, so I won't charge him with armed robbery, if you can't find more evidence, then please forgive me for not accompanying him for a moment." ”

"Wait a minute." The detective picked up a small notebook with a black cover from his desk and flipped through it, and when he saw a long list written in Chinese, he exclaimed, as if he had discovered a new world: "This looks like some kind of ...... Plan, who helps find a guy who can understand Chinese, thank you! ”

A Chinese police officer walked over in response, took the notebook and glanced at it, "These are simplified characters, I can only understand the general meaning, huh...... Take a long trip and you're done; Throw a drift bottle into the sea from the Golden Gate Bridge (in San Francisco) and you're done; Ride a bike down Lombard Street (one of San Francisco's top tourist attractions) and finish; Kissing a strange girl, to be done; Grab the bank once and wait to be done; Squat in jail once, and wait for it to be done - well, it seems that this is what the guy is committing the crime - to take a big gamble in Vegas, and it will be done...... Gentlemen, I think I know what this is! ”

The people present asked in unison, "What?" ”

The Chinese police officer looked around and replied very seriously, "It's a bucket list." ”

"The Bucket List? Yes, I've seen the movie, Morgan Freeman, and, ......" The detective who questioned the suspect as a neurotic knocked on the door of his head and thought about it, and suddenly slapped his face, "Oh yes, Jack Nicholson!" But what does this have to do with our suspects? ”

"Because he's going to die!" The Chinese police officer picked up a medicine bottle that was found on the suspect's body and motioned to everyone, "I know this, this is a strictly regulated prescription drug, which has a strong analgesic effect and serious side effects, and under normal circumstances, only those with terminal cancer can use it." ”

"Well, I've heard enough, and I'm not going to prosecute him on any charges." The Assistant Prosecutor picked up his briefcase and walked to the door, "If you don't want to pay for his huge medical bills, I'd suggest you kick that bastard out of the police station as soon as possible, gentlemen!" ”

"It's up to you!" A police detective picked up the phone, "The one who just got in Chinese...... How the do I know what the hell his name is, let him go, right away! ”

"I'm afraid it's too late, sir." The officer on duty said on the phone: "He's dead!" ”