When the paramedics were trying to lift Tom into the ambulance, he woke up on his own and said that he was fine, but the doctor was still very responsible, roughly tested his cardiopulmonary function, observed his pupils, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong, and then relieved Tom to get off the stretcher.

The bank closed for the day, and a yellow cordon was set up outside the door. Tom then went to the police station and cooperated with the police to record his statement.

During the narration, Tom seemed to be in shock, a little slow to answer the questions, and said that he could not remember many details, but the police officer who recorded the confession was very considerate of this heroic citizen, and he did not ask for the details that he could not remember like a prisoner, nor did he question any of Tom's answers.

The whole thing is actually not complicated to say. From the time the prisoner entered the bank to the end of this robbery, the total time did not exceed four minutes. And Tom rose from the ground until the three prisoners were completely incapacitated, no more than a minute, forty-nine seconds to be exact. The facts of the case can be basically understood through the surveillance video at the scene, and the police only need the testimony of the parties to corroborate Tom's transcript, and they think that the case is clear at a glance and can be closed soon.

When Tom left the police station, many of the officers in the police station even applauded and cheered him, and the sheriff personally drove him home, and enthusiastically asked Tom if he needed the police to help him drive back the car parked in the bank parking lot.

Tom politely declined, the bank was not far from his house, he could have walked over to pick up the car, and he didn't want to have too much contact with the police, in case the other party felt that the two had become friends and entered his own circle of life, it would be a huge hidden danger.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Tom said goodbye to the sheriff and returned home, it was a two-bedroom house with an attic and a basement, the lawn was manicured, the driveway was clean, and it was usually a family of three who lived in such a residential area, or a retired couple whose children had moved out, and it was very rare for him to live alone, but Tom lived alone.

As soon as he entered the door, Tom's expression changed, and his face looked nervous and tired even when he turned his back to the sheriff. But after closing the door, his expression was calm, cold, his eyes were sharp, and even his posture of standing and walking changed slightly, and his actions changed from the relaxed and procrastinating posture of ordinary people to a stable and compact movement.

He felt as if he could immediately turn around and go to work, and he was in good spirits and everything was business as usual.

Tom cooked dinner, a single bite of food was wasted, his diet had a certain plan and regularity, and he never did it casually. After dinner, he cleaned up the dishes, took out the trash, washed up, and finally went back to bed. Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, Tom fell asleep, and he was efficient in everything he did, including rest. Tom can sleep only two hours a day for a month. Normally, four hours is enough for him.

The next day, Tom was not too affected by today's incident, but he still called the company to ask for a week's leave, and his voice on the phone seemed to be in a bad state of mind, as if he had been stimulated by much.

The company's superiors agreed, without even asking the reason, and it seems that he already knew about the bank robbery yesterday afternoon. And he himself is very willing to give this good employee who has been working hard since the day he went to work for a few days off.

Thus, Tom's plan to moan without illness was carried out smoothly, and he had long expected that this would not be the end of the matter.

Sure enough, the number of messages on the answering machine that day skyrocketed to more than 100, and in addition to friends and colleagues, the most messages came from the media. Television stations and newspaper offices are flocking in on the vehicles.

Tom cut the wires of the doorbell, put a sign on the door saying no, unplugged the telephone cord in his house, and closed all the curtains, and in his experience, even if yesterday's news had a certain hype value, if he insisted on this attitude for a week, people would forget about him.

Just three days after Tom closed his door, an uninvited guest came to the local police station.

Gary Gouton...... Where did you come from?" asked the Chief of Police, looking at a copy of the order directly from the Governor's Palace, with a puzzled expression.

The police officer who handed over the documents shrugged his shoulders: "This person ran into the police station with the documents himself, saying that he could save some formalities and do things quickly." ”

"The document should be fine, it doesn't look like it's a forgery, but it's ......," the director said.

A man entered the Director's office without knocking on the door, interrupting him: "There is no need for 'but' if there is no problem with the documents, Mr. Director, this investigation of mine is directly under the orders of His Excellency Gilson II, and if you have heard the name of that lord, I am sure that you will cooperate with all my actions as actively as the Governor, and meet my requests as best you can." ”

The director of the bureau looked at the people in the future, this person was dressed in civilian clothes, he looked to be about thirty years old, his appearance was angular, he could be called handsome, his figure was slightly thin, at first glance, he seemed to be a literati.

"Mr. Accton?" the Director asked.

"Yes. Chaton said.

"You...... Oh no, is it Lord Gilson who is interested in this case?"

Hutton did not answer, but said: "Please prepare all the evidence, testimony, and contact information of witnesses related to the case, and then prepare an office for me, these should be completed within twenty minutes, I will wait in the reception room, please come and inform me when it is done." After saying that, he went out, but he didn't forget to take the door with him.

The director snorted coldly: "This kid is a staff member of the Gilson family, huh...... In these years, with the support of the aristocracy, when you enter the police station, you can give orders to me, the director. ”

The police officer standing at the desk said, "That'...... What do you mean?"

"Nonsense, of course he does whatever he wants, do you think the governor's expedited document is toilet paper? If you don't do what he says in twenty minutes, I'll cut your ass off and put it in a drawer, yes, the drawer on my right, and I'll have a new ashtray in the future." ”

............

Las Vegas, in a hotel suite.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Gilson II operated his laptop with his four remaining fingers, reading a report titled "Tom Stoll – Civilian Hero."

He is only forty years old, but the lower half of his body is paralyzed, and the skin on half of his face is man-made, and when he is angry, as now, there are large pieces of skin on his face that do not change color, and there is no change in expression in that part of his face, and the artificial skin is like a flesh-colored curtain on his face, which is used to cover the necrotic muscle fibers of Monsieur de Earl......

Tom Stoll ...... Why do you look so familiar......" Gilson II muttered through gritted teeth, staring at the monitor with burning eyes, as if trying to kill Tom himself with his eyes.