The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth
EP90. Urban Shootout
EP90. Urban Shootout
In broad daylight, shooting in the middle of the city. Unbelievable things were happening.
The man who came in earlier and shot. The Pokémon's body size is strong enough to equalize with blackouts.
“Everybody put your hands in the air! ”
Same motorcycle helmet, same outfit. Those wearing black tops with easy cotton pants.
He aims his gun sideways, like a decalcomanni. The appearance of armed robbery.
The bank quickly became a mess. A man who was about to flee in shock.
The big guy shoots his gun at him.
“Can't you hear me? ”
“Hiic.”
The guest falls flat on the ground a few steps ahead of the exit.
At that time, the petitioner, sitting in the left corner, grabbed his pistol.
I can see it in your eyes because you're nervous.
“Ah!”
I tried to yell at him to stop him. No, no, no. Stay still.
But first, it was his gunshot. The smell of ammunition rises.
Taang!
“Ahhhh!”
“Ugh!”
“Phew · ·”
Long shotgun rifle. The end was aimed directly at the petitioner's ship.
A cop who collapses empty-handed, grabbing his stomach. Blood leaks from my fingers.
The screams of the torn once more. The floor and wallpaper of innocence are covered with his blood.
Shit. I came up with a lunch trick, guns, nothing.
He grabbed the cop's head with a gun.
“Don't talk about it. ”
Then I stepped on the hands of the police. The one who kicks the pistol with his foot. The child who was sitting in front of me saw it and began to cry his head off.
“Here we go. The guests are gathering on one side. ”
“Heh, heh, heh · ·”
“Don't cry, move quickly! I'm not babysitting! ”
“I'm sorry. Chip. Chip. It's okay."
A woman who looked scared, but struggled to calm the child.
She folds her arms around the child and falls down. Curl your child in your lap.
“Mom · · ·”
“That's right. Shh. Shh."
Meanwhile, the other one heads toward the window and sweeps the money away.
The role share was thorough and efficient.
Three large pre-prepared sport bags. The one who fired both guns reloaded quickly.
Shot from a pheasant bullet. Unlike a typical bullet, it was only three rounds thick at a time.
I've been all over him. There's nothing in my bag but ammo. I didn't know how many rounds to prepare. Pockets with not so much volume.
Maybe three or four per bag.
Two guns, two of them, should be about twelve.
“Fill it thoroughly! ”
“Hands on your head! Heads up!”
Blacks standing at the window followed their instructions.
He and I would be thinking the same thing right now.
Killing two missing shotguns and no hesitation.
They're definitely connected to the pawn shop case.
‘It caught on well. Bastards.’
I got down on the ground and cleared my mind. In South Korea where firearms were illegal, bank robberies with guns were quite rare. Especially if you can relate it to the pawn shop murders.
In their past lives, they have succeeded in looting, and both murder and robbery remain permanent.
But it's different now. We weren't there at the time.
“Hey! How much do you have? ”
“About half. ”
I bend my head slightly, facedown. The gun is aimed at the citizen, but his gaze returns to the window.
“Shit! Hurry up with it! ”
“Trick or treat! ”
“I'm sorry. ”
Two bank employees moved the money from the cash register.
It usually takes 10 minutes for the police to arrive.
They'll try to rob a bank before that.
Taang
“You want to get fucked up? ”
“Hic!”
He fired his gun at the ceiling, even though the money was slower than I thought. The fallen men wince at the same time. Such a disgraceful and violent man.
The blink of an eye met me. A blink that finely shakes its head. They have guns and a lot of civilians, so I told them not to move too fast.
‘I agree. ’
I nod slightly.
The crucial reason we missed them in our past lives was in the trail. I fled in a car parked in front of the bank, but it was difficult to track down because of the stolen vehicle and license plate.
But it's different now. When they run, we stick together.
“How long has it been? ”
“4 minutes 11 seconds. ”
The guy who gave me the money asked Hefty. He told me the time by checking the watch. He looks nervous. His finger moves unconsciously.
Weeing
Then something unexpected happened. I hear police sirens coming from a distance.
“Fuck. What? Hey, hey! ”
“Wait! I'm done.”
“No, I can hear sirens outside, you idiot. ”
“What?"
The guy who gave me the money looked at the front door because he was embarrassed. I looked back at you in shock, too. What happened to them? They left so fast.
Two police cars looking out the window. The cop with the gun drops.
Taang!
Tsk!
The one who's threatening to shoot through the door. It was a warning to stay away.
The police hid behind the car door and detonated the cannonball.
Puang!
Then I sent a warning message to the loudspeaker. It seems their mission to stall until the Special Forces can respond professionally.
[Ahh. Drop the gun and surrender to the armed robber immediately. Repeat once more. You're surrounded.
Hefty yells at his companion.
“Son of a bitch, you usually take ten minutes! ”
“Poetry, that's 10 minutes. How many times have I measured it? ”
“Hey! Never mind. Just take it and get out. ”
“Where are you going? Can't you see the cops at the front door? ”
“Fuck!”
The car they parked at the front gate was the only way to get in. The sudden setback of the plan leaves them in a daze. And so am I.
‘That was fast. Did something happen? ’
If the guys who had to leave couldn't leave, the future I knew was useless. Familiar people pass through the sheets on the windows. Mongdu and Team Leader. I almost resigned to flashing realizations.
‘I have to praise you for doing this well, I don't. ’
They called in a patrol car nearby on a direct line. Realistically, the response itself was great, but it was not difficult for me to put myself in the position I was planning.
So do they. The guy with the money grabbed the banker by the collar and shouted.
“Where's the back door? ”
“Ah, ah, you can go inside. ”
“Follow me.”
Two sport bags in a bundle.
The other half is contained, but they seem to be compromised and backing down. Before more cops came, it was important we get out of here.
Taang!
“Stay where you are! Stay where you are! I'll get hurt if I have to!”
A man who threatens civilians until the end. Everyone was crouching, except for one employee.
The siren sounds from the surrounding area grow louder. Every cop in the vicinity was swarming with the cavalry.
Unlike the noisy outside, the inside of the bank was as quiet as a dead rat.
The child holding tightly muttered whether it was stuffy or not.
“Mom.”
“Shh.”
While blinking, I got up and looked around.
The door that they took out was wide open.
He whispers in silence to those around him.
“There can be gunfights outside, so let's be careful until the outside police order comes through. ”
“Yeah, sure. ”
Taang!
At the end of his talk, a gunshot sounds from behind the building.
Let's see, how many times have you fired a gun? But counting it became meaningless.
Ta-ang, Ta-ang! Bang, bang, bang!
It's not just a shotgun. It's full of gunfire.
It's clear that the police are taking heavy fire.
Looking out through a narrow window, you see only empty police cars.
Looks like we got company at the back door.
“What's going on? Phew. ”
“Is he okay? You're not dead, are you? ”
People started to rumble. Blackjack calms them down, and I carefully approach the petition police. A blue shirt soaked in blood. I gently pressed my finger against his neck.
“He's still alive. ”
Very fine, but palpable pulse. My mumbling made me frown.
The gunfire never stops at the back of the building.
“I thought you were here early, but you're late with the tidying up. ”
In his words, the citizens sighed for relief. He was right.
Police are on the move much faster than usual. And they were cleaning up.
Citizens look at each other.
“Yeah, the cops got here really fast. ”
“Thank God. Really. ”
“All we need now is an ambulance. ”
And a moment of silence.
The gunshot goes down, and it stops completely.
Then, a man appeared at the front door. He signals you to move by hand.
“Everyone okay? ”
“Police!”
“Come out first. Our perps are holding out in the back. ”
The police said people stood up quickly. People who keep order, but move urgently. Blackie and I assist them from behind.
Once everyone left, we were going to take the petition police with us.
When most people fall out.
Taang!
“Aah!”
“Tsk!”
There was a gunshot inside the bank, and the man next to me collapsed.
Let's look back and see the bloody staff. And two men in motorcycle helmets.
He came back.
Ta-ang, Ta-ang!
“Shutter down! Son of a bitch!”
The peacekeepers rush to the front door, filled with terror.
A space full of chaos in an instant. The woman holding the child fell.
Taang!
“Ugh!”
“Hiic! Get out! Get out of here!”
He fell to the ground, too, and they turned their guns to the front door.
As people tried to step on the child, I grabbed his arm and quickly snapped it under the window.
Kuang!
Blacksmith yells and throws a chair at himself to turn the target against him.
“You bastards! ”
“What? What about him? ”
Taang!
“Fuck you! ”
I quickly hid myself under the security desk.
He puts his hand in his colleague's pocket, making sure he's out of ammo.
And one bullet out.
“Sweetie!”
“Get out of the way! Hurry! ”
During that time, people walked out the door completely. Like the water in a sewer.
I sighed and looked down at the child. A child with wet eyes.
I said to the blink.
“Sir, I think they've got about three or four bullets left. ”
Once you're all out of weight, you must have brought your colleague's bullets.
If so, bringing only one means you have only one bullet left, or at least a colleague's share. The last of them was coming, by the way.
“Shit. This is crazy. ”
The man inside the bank was a wounded petitioner, a citizen, an employee and this child.
“The youngest.”
Blackheads nod and point fingers at one place. A petitioner's gun under the chair. And then you point your finger at yourself.
Signal me to pick up my gun, because I'll keep my eyes open.
I nod, biting my lips tightly.
“Hmph!”
Blacksmith sighs and leaps to the front desk.
Taang!
“Are you crazy? Two lives! ”
Blackouts that hide and keep coming at them. I rolled over and picked up the gun in the chair. The other sees it and shoots again.
Ta-ang!
“What a trick! ”
A plastic chair was shattered and cut off my face instead of my head.
Feel the gun on your fingertips. I turned around and aimed at the gun.
Taang!
“Ugh!"
I hit the heart of the man who collected the money.
The moment he pointed a shotgun at me,
Taang!
The flashlight grabs the gun and raises it to the top.
He chuckles and slaps the heavy helmet.
Baaaak!
“I'm here. ”
EP90. End of Urban Shooting
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