Hollywood Drawing

Apart from the intensive sound of "clicking" and "clicking" taking pictures, the only thing left at the scene was the boy's occasional cries. The police were still shouting to the hall, but no one showed up and rushed in.

Wayne understood very well that these people were stalling for time, waiting for the arrival of SWAT. Everyone was getting a small salary, and no one was stupid enough to risk their lives.

"Hey, hey, hey! Get out of here!"

Sergey lay on the ground, suddenly turned the pistol, and whispered a warning: "Either stay there, or get out of here. If you come closer to us again, madam, I don't guarantee that I will shoot you." !”

Wayne and Nina turned their heads at the same time and found that the person lying on the ground crawling this way was a white woman. Even though the woman was pointed with a pistol, she still had a pleading look on her face and kept crawling towards them.

"Let her come."

He gently patted the Russian bear's thick arm, shook his head, and whispered. "Just a woman, no threat to us."

The corners of Sergey's mouth turned up visibly. "Just don't regret it, boss."

Soon, Wayne understood what the Russian bear meant, because this woman was the mother of the kidnapped little boy.

"Please! Sir, please, please save Clayton, please!"

After the woman crawled to them, she immediately cried out in prayer and kept asking Sergey. As a mother, she was very sober at this time and understood that only the big man with the pistol was the hope of rescuing her child. . The police can't count on them now, those fat pigs will just hide outside the door and scream.

Sergey looked at the two people beside him, with an expression on his face that said, "See, I told you so." He showed no intention of moving, as if he didn't hear the woman's constant pleading.

Time is still passing by, and the woman knows that every second that passes, her child is in greater danger. Obviously, the robber cannot escape, and no one can guarantee whether he will go crazy in the end. .

"OK, shut up!"

Frowning, Wayne growled at the woman and stretched out a finger to make a silencing gesture. Then he looked at Sergey and asked, "Are you sure about that child?"

His words aroused Sergei and Nina's surprise. Based on their understanding of their boss, it was absolutely impossible for them to take risks because of strangers. They could even imagine what would happen if strangers interfered with his safety. .

Naomi Watts once concluded that he was born greedy, lustful and afraid of death. There is absolutely no exaggeration in this sentence.

The woman looked at Sergei who was stunned for a moment with hopeful eyes. "Please, sir, little Clayton is only five years old. He still has a long life to live. Please, he..."

"!"

Sergey saw that the woman was getting more and more excited as she spoke, so he simply stretched out his hand and covered her mouth. "Listen, I'll find a way. Now shut your mouth, okay?"

Seeing the woman gradually regaining her composure, he let go and looked at his boss. "It's easy to put down that madman, but it's difficult to keep the child safe. Pay attention."

As he spoke, he reached out and pointed in the direction of the hall covertly, indicating to Wayne that he could take a careful look.

Only then did Wayne see the specific situation in the hall. The crowds that were bustling just now have all disappeared. There were several bank staff, all lying behind tables or cabinets. In the hall near the counter, a strong white man in his thirties or forties was holding a little boy's neck with his arms covered with colorful tattoos.

It must have been the child's panicked noise that completely annoyed the middle-aged white man. As he looked over, the robber gave the boy a slap in the face.

About ten meters away from the robber, five or six bank armed security personnel hid behind a bunker and vaguely surrounded him. Near the bank gate, there was the body of a man in a suit.

"You see, the robber is very sensitive now. Any movement may cause him to have a stress reaction."

Sergey shook his head slightly and sighed. "I'm sure of bringing him down, but I'm not sure of the child's safety. Boss, that's just a completely ignorant child. Don't expect him to react correctly like an adult after I shoot him."

If you are a sensible adult, you will most likely lie down on the ground immediately after there is movement to avoid the bullets that are coming at any time. But it is impossible for a child to understand this. The first reaction will definitely be to cry and run around, which will make him a living target.

"It would be great if we could get those security guards to make some noise and temporarily attract the attention of the robbers..." Halfway through, Sergey shook his head. They all knew that those security guards now If the personnel can surround each other, it is considered a gift outside the scope of work. They will never risk being shot to do more.

"SWAT should be here soon. If we want to act quickly, you know those people will never care about the life or death of the hostages."

Sergey's words were meant for women. What he said was just common sense and had no water in it. Everyone knows the virtues of North American police officers. The thing is very simple. If a woman still wants to save her child, she must take the risk herself to attract the robber's attention and create an opportunity for him to shoot.

It has been nearly half an hour since this farce started. The entire bank building has been completely surrounded by police cars. What is rare is that at the main entrance of the bank, those surrounded are not heavily armed police detectives, but police officers carrying police cars. Media reporters and photographers who fight with each other.

"I don't care what method you use, you must photograph Wayne Greenberg! Find a way to determine whether the robbers harmed him. Listen, Jim, if you miss this rare opportunity, will you take it with you?" If you come back with enough breaking news, I will send you to the door of Greenberg Manor to follow and report on him 24 hours a day, seize this damn opportunity!"

Not far from the main entrance of the bank building, a male reporter hung up the phone and shook his head with an ugly face. When he got the news that Wayne Greenberg was also trapped inside, he immediately reported it to the newspaper. Everyone did this, and they were all looking forward to some exciting scenes.

Although no one said it, Jim Burgess knew very well that at least 90% of the media reporters surrounding the door hoped that Wayne Greenberg would also be shot or injured, otherwise just by virtue of this The robbery farce cannot be put on the front page of the company.

When he bent down and ran back to his fellow cameraman, he had actually already thought about how to write a press release. The thing is simple. After all, the robber kidnapped a child, right? If Wayne Greenberg was hurt, then the news itself would be eye-catching enough. If he wasn't hurt, it would be fine. Just focus on the child.

Even in a short period of time, he even thought of several titles, such as "Director Wayne Greenberg is a tough guy on the surface, but privately he is an egoistic sissy who sees children being hurt and only cares about hiding himself!" "In this way, as long as you want to take advantage of the popularity of this matter, there are definitely ways to do it, and no one can say that ambiguous reports are distorted.

Perhaps, among the people surrounding the door, they are the only ones who really care about Wayne Greenberg's safety! Jim Burgess turned his head and looked at the crew and creators not far away.

"$500,000 and a car?! Ha, the police won't give him a penny, a naive lunatic."

The photographer's tone was full of ridicule. They are in the media industry and have seen many similar things. The fact is that the North American police have never compromised with criminals, not even once. The police prefer to sieve everything around the criminal and then argue with the innocent family members afterwards. "Wait, Jim, look."

"What?"

Jim Burgess looked back at the crew and creators, and turned to look at the bank lobby in confusion. For a moment, with an incredible expression on his face, he stammered and looked at his companions. "Damn, am I dazzled? Is that Wayne Greenberg?! Come on, take a picture!"

Under the gaze of countless people, the atmosphere in the bank hall was very strange. Wayne walked openly towards the robbers, raising his hands to indicate that he did not carry any weapons that could threaten the robbers.

"Brother, you need a lot of money, haha? Don't get excited. I happen to have a lot of money. Just tell me the number. Don't worry, you should have heard of me. My name is Wayne Greenberg. Don't say you haven't heard. I said, tell me the number and I will give you what you want..."

Not to mention the media reporters and police outside the door, even Wayne himself felt that he was probably crazy at this time, otherwise how could he believe the guarantee of that idiot Sergey.

On the surface, he looked calm, and at the same time he kept talking incessantly, trying to distract the robber. In fact, he was still panicking inside. After all, no matter what you say, the bullet will not care about you. Is he a billionaire?

"Stop! Damn bastard, I told you to stop." It was completely different from what he imagined. There was no sign of wanting to talk at all on the robber's face. All that was left was a look of madness. It was obvious that he was very sensitive now. , a shot may be fired at any time.

Just when the robber took the pistol away from the little boy's head and was about to point it at Wayne, who was not far away, "Bang, bang, bang." Three crisp gunshots rang out in succession. He knew that Sergey had finally found him. Opportunity to take action.

The robber was not too far away from him, and he could see clearly. When the first gunshot was fired, the robber had already been shot in the head, and a faint red blood flower appeared on his forehead. What was exciting was that the bullet did not stop at all and hit him directly. It flew out from the back of the head, taking with it a large area of ​​red and white!

The next two shots were more like insurance. The moment the robber fell to the ground, two additional shots were fired into his chest. Because he could see it so clearly, Wayne suddenly felt nauseous and cursed Sergey crazily in his heart. He planned to ask the Russian bear to replace the powerful 1911 when he got back. The huge kinetic energy of this thing brought to the scene, It's much more exciting than in gunfight movies.

The moment the robber fell, everyone, including the reporter at the door, was stunned. But Wayne saw the innocent little boy at a glance and actually wanted to turn around and see his kidnapper. "Hey boy, look here!"

His shout was like a switch, which not only stopped the children who wanted to turn back, but also woke up everyone outside the door. Reporters, creative members of the crew, and the police rushed in like a swarm.

When these people rushed in, the scene they saw was very shocking. Wayne was holding a little boy under five years old and praising him loudly. "Listen, boy! You acted very bravely. This scene was perfect. I promise you that I will think carefully about it when I go back and keep all your shots."

"Mr. Director, do I really have acting talent?" the little boy's innocent voice sounded.

"Yes, you are simply a performing genius!"

The conversation between the two people made everyone who gathered around collectively become speechless.

Jim Burgess was in an extremely complicated mood. He raised the camera hanging around his neck, clicked it at the two of them, and took a picture of Wayne with a sunny smile holding the little boy. Behind the sunny smile, Not far away, there was a corpse full of blood.

The distance between the two is so close, but everyone feels very far away, so far away that they seem to be in two different worlds!