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Chapter 5 Everyone has their own thoughts

Sitting in the police car, Tommy was not too panicked.

On the contrary, he was very calm and even looked around with interest, checking the interior of the police car.

Not to mention, as a good citizen, he had never ridden in a police car in his previous life.

Today I have this opportunity, of course I want to experience what it feels like to ride in a police car.

When others saw his ease, they couldn't help but feel a sense of heaviness.

"Strange, why is this guy still in the mood to look around? Doesn't he know what kind of situation he is in now?"

In his decades of police career, veteran policeman Hank has seen too many criminals, and there are a lot of guys who are more arrogant than Tommy.

But in most cases, those guys who look extremely tough and arrogant will immediately put on a wonderful show of changing their faces once they get on the police car.

Either he said that he had elderly parents and young children to take care of, and begged the police officer to spare him this time, or he was trembling with fear and almost fainted.

Hank had never met anyone as calm and composed as Tommy, who looked so relaxed in his bones.

Of course, the reason he felt strange was that he didn't understand Tommy's inner thoughts.

For Tommy, being caught by the police was no big deal because it was part of his plan.

From what he remembered, he knew that as early as the 19th century, Italy had amended its legal code to abolish the death penalty and replace it with life imprisonment.

In the 20th century, the government once again enacted a law stating that even criminals sentenced to life imprisonment could be granted parole after serving twenty-eight years.

Later, the period was shortened to twenty-six years.

In other words, in the worst case scenario, Tommy would only have to spend twenty-six years in prison before he could be free again.

Not to mention that he didn't even need that long.

With his current crime, he is sentenced to almost ten years in prison.

If you are willing to find a good lawyer and spend a lot of money to make arrangements, it is not impossible to get out within ten years.

Although ten years is still a long time.

But it also depends on who you are comparing with.

If Tommy refuses to surrender and resists to the end, his fate will be much worse than going to jail.

the reason is simple.

He is still very clear about the difference between one star and six stars.

The people who are trying to arrest him now are none other than the nearest local police station.

But if he dares to shoot the police, the next enemy he encounters will not be so simple.

What awaits him will be a large-scale arrest that covers both the air and the ground, and from top to bottom.

By that time, even if he had master-level marksmanship, his fate was doomed to be worrying, and he would be unable to escape even if he had wings.

After all, compared with the state apparatus, the power of an individual is so small.

Before Tommy fully grows up, he won't be so stupid as to go against an entire country.

Besides, jail time is not without its benefits.

It is said that society is another university in life, which can teach people a lot of knowledge that cannot be learned in school. In the small society of prison, it also has a similar effect.

There are talented people from all corners of the world and from all walks of life, and they speak well. It feels much better than being in the mafia.

At least Tommy finally had enough free time to study his system properly.

It won’t be too late to think about getting out of prison after he has fully understood the system.

If he really has no other options, he can still escape from prison. If he is locked up in prison, he will definitely not be able to get a gun.

But that doesn't matter.

There is a saying that goes, work hard and you will have enough food and clothing.

If there was no pistol on site, he could easily make one himself.

It may be difficult to get a real gun, but if you get a homemade gun, there should be a good chance.

If that didn't work, he could try making a crossbow.

In short, any weapon that can be fired can unleash tremendous power in his hands.

This is the power of master-level marksmanship.

Even if all else fails, he still has the system as his trump card.

Maybe the next lottery will help him escape from the cage.

With so much security, Tommy naturally felt relaxed.

Even when he felt he was being watched, he still had the leisure to show his friendliness and smiled at the other person in the rearview mirror inside the car.

Little did he know that his self-proclaimed friendly smile gave a completely different, terrifying feeling to Hank, who was driving in front of him.

"What on earth does this guy want to do?"

Hank felt an inexplicable chill, as if he was falling into an abyss.

He had read the report from the on-site forensic doctor and knew what had happened in the abandoned factory.

He killed more than twenty gunmen by himself without any injury. It would be hard to find another such vicious guy in the whole of Italy.

The worst thing is that, according to the forensic doctor at the scene, the dead gunmen only had one wound on their foreheads.

And the location of the wound was exactly between the eyebrows.

This means that despite having the advantage in numbers and firepower suppression, those gunmen were unable to pose any threat at all. Instead, they were defeated by their enemies and shot dead in an instant!
What kind of superb marksmanship and what kind of terrifying psychological quality are needed to perform such a miracle?

At this point, Hank didn't dare to think about it any further.

I was filled with fear for my reckless behavior just now.

The blood that had finally boiled over cooled and condensed again.

He was very grateful for his good luck.

If Tommy hadn't dropped his weapon and surrendered, could their police station really have caught the criminal with their strength?
Hank, who knew his colleague's strength, was deeply skeptical.

Comparing firepower alone, the police department and the thugs who were killed are almost the same, not to mention that in terms of eliteness, they are not as good as those dead gun-wielding thugs.

If a real fight really took place, even if they could catch the criminals, their performance would not be very good and they would definitely end up with heavy casualties.

At least Hank himself is definitely doomed.

The more Hank thought about it, the more frightened he felt. He unconsciously exerted force with his feet and kept stepping on the accelerator. He wanted to rush to the police station immediately and hand over this hot potato as soon as possible.

And what about his partner Jill?

He was no longer as excited as before. Sitting in the back seat of the main driver's seat, he stared at Tommy, looking at the suspect he had arrested for the first time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

One was relaxed and calm, one was sweating profusely, and the other was in a trance, lost in thought.

In this slightly strange atmosphere, Hank drove the police car at full speed, passed countless intersections, and finally arrived at the gate of the police station.

An interrogation ceremony is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)