Beautiful Man

New York, Queens, Citibank branch.

As the top ten largest bank in the United States, Citibank is very strong. Even an ordinary branch is built in the core financial circle of Queens.

The road at the front entrance of the branch is spacious and clean, vehicles and pedestrians hurried past, and various shops are dazzling.

As the CBD in Queens, everything here is so busy and in order.

There is a high-end coffee shop across the street.

On the second floor of the cafe, a black guy in his twenties was sitting by the window drinking coffee, but his eyes drifted past the bank door from time to time.

Refreshing inch, hip-hop dress, eye-catching complexion...

Every detail on his body is incompatible with the noble and elegant cafe.

The white blond and blue-eyed people at the adjacent tables swept past occasionally, all unabashedly showing contempt and disgust.

Some even called the waiter to apply for a seat change, seemingly not wanting to breathe the same air as the dirty black man.

The guy pretended not to notice the abnormality of the other guests, just stared at the bank door intently.

He was holding a donut in his left hand and a coffee cup in his right hand. After he was full and drunk, he licked the oil stains on his fingers and asked the waiter to pay.

He didn't give a tip, and left contentedly after dropping 20 dollars, leaving only the waiter's eyes with disgust.

The guy's name on his driver's license was Jesse Usher, but the bottom-ups who knew him called him Locomotive.

Because he is strong and runs fast, like a locomotive.

Like most lower-class blacks, the locomotive is engaged in low-paying and heavy-handed labor. There is no house, no car, and the daily salary can only barely provide enough food and clothing.

If there were no accidents, he would continue to live in such obscurity, sick or dead, no one would notice him.

But Locomotive was not reconciled. He hated this kind of boring life, and he envied the dazzling politicians on TV.

I hope that one day they can become the focus of attention.

He tried to play basketball, baseball, sing rap songs, and dance hip-hop... but all failed without exception.

Just when he was getting depressed and felt that life was gloomy, a miracle suddenly happened to him.

Waking up overnight, the locomotive suddenly possessed a super power.

His running speed has become very, very fast, he can run 1,000 meters in ten seconds, throwing all the champions of the 100-meter race out of ten streets.

With super powers, Locomotive's life has been greatly changed.

He could have chosen to join the government and become the kind of super agent in the movie.

However, the long-term social oppression, in addition to his desire to be famous and the focus of the spotlight, has also nurtured his violent personality.

He hates the government, the banks, the white people, the police, the capitalists, and everyone who has bullied him.

Therefore, he came to the door of Citibank today, ready to make a big news to announce his arrival to the world.

………………

The locomotive left the cafe and walked towards the bank.

When the two bank security guards saw him, they frowned subconsciously and looked up and down with scrutinizing eyes.

The clown believers are making a lot of noise in New York recently, and many small banks have been robbed.

Those who do bank security work must always be alert and beware of any suspicious persons.

When the locomotive noticed their gaze, he felt a little angry.

Over the years, as long as he appeared in places like banks or high-end stores, security guards would look at him with this look.

He didn't have the ability to resist before, so he could only choose to leave silently, but now...

The corners of the locomotive's mouth turned up, revealing a'kind' smile, and took the initiative to move forward.

Looking at the nigger in front of him, the security guard looked upset and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just want to borrow something from you."

The security guard shook his head repeatedly: "No."

"I haven't said what to borrow?"

The security guard frowned and said in disgust: "No matter what it is, I won't lend it to you. Get out, this is not the place you should come."

The locomotive snorted coldly and pointed to the gun attached to the security guard's waist and said, "Don't refuse in a hurry. I just want to borrow a gun from you."

Upon hearing this, the security's face changed drastically.

Shit!

Another clown believer who was brainwashed.

The security guard immediately put his hand on his waist, ready to take out a pistol to subdue him.

But the palm of my hand felt empty.

The security guard turned his head in surprise and found that the holster had been opened and the pistol in it had disappeared.

"Are you looking for this?"

The security guard turned his head and saw that the locomotive was holding his own gun, pointing at him with a black muzzle.

"Shit! Put down the gun!" Another security guard hurriedly pulled out his gun.

But before he could shoot, the locomotive disappeared in front of him.

The two security guards blinked, and they were stupid.

People?

In the next second, a hard metal object pressed against the back of the gun guard.

In an instant, the body of the security guard froze, and then slowly raised his hands.

"Dude, relax, I won't resist..."

boom!

Before he could finish, the locomotive pulled the trigger decisively.

A 5.56mm brass bullet was shot in from the back of the head and rolled around in the skull to form a cavity, and then shot out from the face with a slap, suddenly a big scar on the bottom of the bowl appeared on the security's face.

The sound of gunfire broke the bustle and bustle of the neighborhood.

A harsh scream sounded, and the pedestrian ran away like crazy. Several drivers were so frightened that they slammed into the car in front of them.

The streets that were originally lively, bustling and orderly quickly became chaotic.

Another security guard saw the tragic situation of his colleague after he fell to the ground, and immediately ran into the crowd.

The locomotive immediately aimed his gun at him, and fired several shots.

It's a pity, his marksmanship is really bad.

At a distance of less than ten meters, he missed a shot and accidentally wounded several innocent people.

Security beamed with joy, just when he thought he had his life back.

His eyes flashed suddenly, and the locomotive appeared in front of him.

Bang bang bang!

There was no accident this time. After a few shots, Security immediately fell to the ground, and his expression before his death was terrified.

The locomotive smiled sickly after revenge, and then walked into the bank swaggeringly with a gun in one hand.

………………

Because of the gunshots just now, the bank has entered a state of defense.

More than a dozen security guards wearing body armor and holding shotguns hid in the bunker, aiming their guns at the entrance.

Huh!

The security guards saw a blurry figure flashing past.

After blinking, there was no one outside the door.

At this moment, a small footstep came from behind a security guard.

When he looked back, he only saw the muzzle of a black hole.

boom!

The locomotive pulled the trigger, and the security eyebrow shot and fell to the ground.

"what!!!"

There was a sharp shout inside the bank.

The security guards hurriedly turned their heads, and when they saw the locomotive with a gun in one hand, they were all taken aback.

How did this person get in?

Before they had time to think, they subconsciously pointed their guns at the locomotive.

Bang bang bang!

Large-caliber shotguns shot out, smashing vases, breaking glass, and leaving dense craters on the white wall.

But the locomotive that was the target of the attack has long disappeared.

boom!

Before long, there was another gunshot in the bank.

But when the security guards turned their heads, they could barely see a vague figure.

They couldn't find a way except to curse.

The locomotive used its speed advantage to quickly move to a security guard, blast their heads with a pistol at a distance, and then choose a new target.

From the perspective of him moving at high speed, the passage of time seemed to slow down, and everything in front of him entered bullet time.

Boom boom boom!!!!

There were continuous gunshots in the bank, and those bank cabinet sisters and managers all shook under the table.

The bank manager has called the police, but I don't know if they will survive before the police arrive.

After a minute, the gunfire ended.

The locomotive quickly moved to the manager's office and blasted the closed door with the shotgun he picked up.

"Please! Don't kill me!"

The bank manager was a middle-aged white man with a fat brain. He immediately knelt on the ground and raised his hand, begging for mercy in fear.

The locomotive laughed mockingly. It was the first time he saw a white man kneeling to a black man.

"Don't talk nonsense, take me to the bank vault."

After speaking, he raised the muzzle and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The jade handicraft on the manager's desk was broken into pieces by bullets.

The manager trembled with fright, and quickly nodded: "Okay... OK! As long as you don't hurt me, I'm willing to cooperate."

After speaking, the manager stood up and prepared to go to the vault.

The locomotive suddenly grinned and said, "Don't stand up, you just kneel and climb to the vault."

Hearing this, the expression on the manager's face was a bit dazed, and after a moment of stunned, there was a faint anger in his eyes.

"If you crawl, the speed will be very slow."

The locomotive frowned and banged his shot on the desk, "Then you can crawl for me!"

Looking at the shotgun in his hand, the manager finally bowed his head and chose to crawl out of the office.

The manager is a bit fat, and his posture to get up is very funny.

Seeing this scene, the locomotive was greatly satisfied.

Just kneeling and lacking visual shock, he immediately moved to the bank counter and dragged out all the staff hiding inside.

In this way, a spectacle appeared in the lobby of the bank.

A dozen white people knelt in a row, and one person followed another's ass and crawled on the ground quickly.

Seeing such a scene, the locomotive laughed happily.

Yes, yes, that's it.

You descendants of butchers should always walk on your knees.

While the locomotive shot and urged, he took out his mobile phone to shoot the video, and then uploaded the video to social networks.

Such a hot and informative video, at least one million fans.

………………

After the group climbed to the vault, the manager took out the key and opened the iron door of the vault.

The locomotive threw a backpack over and said, "Don't rush, put the money in the bag quickly."

The manager took the bag and stuffed money frantically.

The locomotive of crime movies has not been seen less, all he wants are small old banknotes that are not even numbered.

After the backpack was full, the manager put the backpack on the ground and asked a little surprised: "Sir, is there only one bag?"

In order to survive, he can only rely on betraying the interests of his owner in exchange for the trust of the locomotive.

The locomotive picked up the backpack and sneered: "I want to pretend to go, but I can't carry it alone. However, although I can't take it, I won't leave it to you."

After speaking, he took out a fake ZIPPO lighter from his pocket!