Maple Leaf County, Winnipeg.

The population density of this place makes it feel like living in a desolate town. If you want to expand your social circle, don't knock on your neighbor's door, because you know most of the people he knows, and it's better to go online and make some distant friends who may never see each other in your life.

Year after year, people lived by the rules and lived a dull life, and occasionally heard rumors of people being shot for breaking into a nobleman's summer house or private property by the lake, but that was only a rumor, and the media never reported such a thing.

It's an interesting phenomenon that terrorists are always scrambling to take responsibility for events, and bureaucrats are always eager to clear the blame for events.

Oddly enough, what both admit or deny, is likewise not a good thing.

When the plane crashed into the building, a man came forward and said he had done it. He was hated by countless people for a lifetime, until he was killed, and he was scolded by the world.

When the train broke off the tracks, someone stood up and said it was a lightning strike. Well......

As for whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Tom Stoll, Chinese New Year's Eve, has been in the city for almost seven years. He is a man of few words, has a cold attitude, and has a withdrawn personality, and looks a lot like a typical cold-blooded killer in the movie.

Because of this temperament, Tom didn't have many friends when he first came here, but after a while of contacting him, people realized that he was not as unapproachable as he seemed, and there was nothing scary about him, just an approachable person. Although he doesn't talk much, he is much more reliable than those men who talk endlessly and have nothing to show for themselves.

He landed a job at a large game company and quickly rose through the ranks, quickly mingling with his colleagues. He is also an exemplary resident in the community, often participating in public welfare activities, helping with charity fundraising, and enthusiastic about community service.

All in all, Tom quickly settled into this life and lived like a decent person. If he knew a few politicians, he might have already been named one of the city's top ten outstanding young people.

March 10, 2101, two p.m.

Having just finished a twelve-hour shift, Tom was driving home when he stopped his car and walked in as he passed the bank.

Tom is not short of money, he has a bank card at home with a huge amount of cash. Assuming that he maintains his current standard of living and does not need to work at all, that money will allow him to live without food and clothing for the rest of his life. Unless, of course, there is catastrophic inflation in the next thirty years or Tom accidentally lives to be one hundred and twenty years old.

However, it is still his habit to walk into the bank on payday every month, and every day, he will check the amount of his account to have an idea of the next month's expenses and draw up a plan. Because he has always lived only with the money in his salary account, like a typical single middle class, driving low-displacement cars, buying up to two luxury items per quarter, and occasionally buying discounted groceries......

The shift from early morning to afternoon was hard, but Tom didn't see any tiredness on his face, as if it wasn't new for him to have his body clock upside down or not sleep for a long time.

The line was not long, about five or six people, Tom was the last, he seemed patient, calm, waiting as natural as breathing, not causing the slightest agitation or distraction.

Bang!

Two shots were fired at the ceiling, screams were heard from the bank, and then the well-known dialogue of women and children: "Get down on my stomach, shut up, you, let me see your hands!"

"Listen, don't feel uncomfortable, don't try to be a hero, be honest!

"You bastard! If you dare to touch the alarm under the table, I'll make your head bloom!"

There were three robbers, jeans, jackets, black masks, all of them tall adult men, their outfits were very ordinary, and masks could be found in ski shops. Two of them were holding ******, and the other was supposed to be responsible for taking the money, so he used a pistol.

After entering the door, the two people with ****** immediately took control of the situation, and there were about twenty employees and customers in the bank, and it was not difficult to keep these people in sight.

While the two men were shouting harsh words, the pistol-wielding robbers were threatening the bank clerk at the counter to fill the bag with money.

"Hey, little bastard! I told you to shut up, didn't you hear?!" the robber with ****** walked towards a woman with a child.

When the woman heard the gunshot, she took the little boy to her side and crawled to the ground, but the child's crying resounded in the bank lobby, which obviously upset the robber.

"Please...... Don't be like that, he's just a kid. The woman pleaded and kept the child in her arms.

"Don't be wordy!Tell him to shut his damn mouth!" The barrel of the ****** gun was already aimed at the mother and son.

At this time, Tom was not far away, lying on his stomach, not even daring to raise his head, even if a murder was about to be staged in front of him, he had no intention of interfering at all.

He didn't want to get involved in this kind of violence, and it didn't matter to him whether the mother and son were dead or alive, but he was full of hope that the robbers would take the money and leave quickly, so that the police wouldn't turn into a hostage-taking confrontation after they came.

The boy's cries grew louder and louder, and the robber lost patience and shouted in a louder voice, "I'll count to three, tell him to keep his mouth shut, or I'll help you!"

Tom lifted his eyelids and saw the desperate look on the mother's face, her face full of fear and sadness, her mouth choked with a plea for the robbers, her eyes swept over everyone lying in the hall, it was a look of help, but all they could do was bow their heads and not look here, or pray for them out of sympathy.

"Two!"

A figure suddenly pounced on the robber with a ******, who was caught off guard because he was behind him and not far away.

This move caught everyone in the audience off guard, especially the gangster's accomplices.

At this moment, Tom and the robber scuffled together, four hands grabbed the ****** together, and the two men rolled on the ground, neither of them could control the other, and they could not get rid of the other.

In this case, the other robber with a ****** and the robber with a pistol at the counter could not shoot Tom for a moment, but could only shout and curse from the side.

The two people on the ground scuffled for more than ten seconds, and somehow stood up, although they stopped rolling and entangled, but after getting up, the robber's body was just between the accomplice and Tom, and the other party still couldn't fire.

The other two robbers approached with their guns in hand, screaming and trying to get their companions to turn around and turn Tom over to the side.

Bang! The gun went off again, and the gun that Tom and the robber were holding together went off at this moment, directly knocking off half of the head of another robber with a ****** three meters away.

The corpse fell to the ground, and the brains were smeared on a pillar in the lobby, and three or four people couldn't help but vomit when they saw the bloody nature of the scene.

But before the matter was over, the pistol-wielding robber began to shoot at his accomplice, as if he was determined to shoot Tom through his companion.

It was also at this moment that the robber, who was entangled with Tom, screamed, and the ghost unlet go of the ******, allowing the whole gun to fall into Tom's control, and in this way, the two were finally separated, and Tom stumbled back with the handle of the gun and sat down on the ground.

He had just fallen out for less than a second, and the robber he was scuffling with was shot three times in a row, the bullet was very powerful, and all three bullets at close range pierced the robber's torso, if it weren't for Tom falling backwards, he probably wouldn't have escaped this fate.

The robber who was shot was full of resentment in his eyes, and he desperately raised his last breath and threw himself at his accomplice, and the robber with the pistol tried to give way sideways, but was still stopped by the waist.

At first his vision was blocked, now his movement was restricted, and in the few seconds he was overwhelmed, Tom hurriedly finished shelling and throwing shells like a beginner, and shot with a panicked expression.

Tom also closed his eyes at the moment of shooting, laymen who have never shot usually make this mistake, holding any gun, and the moment they pull the trigger, their hands will suddenly relax for a second or so, and subconsciously shrink their necks, in fact, this is very easy to cause their own injuries.

Although the shooting action was very amateurish, not chic at all, but the effect was still good, the bandit with the pistol, almost beaten into a pile of rotten meat below the knee, made him howl in pain, and then directly pumped it.

When the last of the bandits lost consciousness, Tom sat down on the floor, gasping for breath and his expression was wooden, and only his gasps could be heard in the silent bank lobby.

Everyone present was stunned, and after a while, the bank security guard was the first to recover, he stepped forward, kicked off the pistol in the hand of the robber who had passed out, picked up the ****** in the hand of the robber whose head was blown off, and said to his colleagues at the counter: "Call the police! Call an ambulance!"

The security guard crouched down and slapped Tom on the shoulder with one hand. The latter shuddered, unable to speak, and just stared at the security guard as if he had just seen the other party.

The security guard said, "Man...... You're not hurt, are you?"

Tom replied sluggishly, "No...... No...... Thank you. ”

"Alright, give me the gun, yes, be careful, muzzle down. The security guard took the gun and said, "It's me who should thank you, man, everyone here should thank you for saving our lives." ”

Tom didn't react much when he heard this, he looked frightened, and suddenly, he turned his face, retched a few times, and then rolled his eyes and fainted.