hollywood draw

Apart from the dense photo shoots on the scene, the only thing left was the boy crying from time to time. The police were still shouting at the hall, but no one showed up and rushed in.

Wayne understood very well. These people were delaying time and waiting for the arrival of SWAT. Everyone was getting a small salary, and no one would be so stupid that they were willing to fight for their lives.

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

Sergei lay on the ground, suddenly turned his pistol and whispered a warning: "Either stay there or leave here. If you approach us again, ma'am, I don't guarantee whether you will shoot you!"

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

"Let her come over."

He gently patted the Russian bear's thick arm, shook his head, and whispered. "Just a woman, it will not pose a threat to us."

Sergei's mouth was obviously curled up. "Just don't regret it, boss."

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

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

After the woman climbed to them, she immediately asked Sergei for crying with prayer. As a mother, she was very awake at this time and understood that only the big man with a pistol was the hope of rescuing her children. The police could not count on them at all, and the fat pigs would just hide outside the door and shout.

Sergei looked at the two people beside him, with a look of "Look, I've said it long ago" on his face, and there was no sign of moving, as if he didn't hear the woman's constant prayer.

Time is still walking minute by minute. The woman knows that every second more, the danger of her child will be one more minute. Obviously, the robber cannot run away, and no one can guarantee whether he will go crazy in the end.

"Ok, shut up!"

Frowning, Wayne roared at the woman, stretched out a finger, and made a gesture of silence. Then he looked at Sergey and asked, "Are you sure you can get rid of that child?"

His words surprised Sergey and Nina. With their understanding of their boss, it was absolutely impossible for them to take risks because of strangers. Even if a stranger hindered his safety, they could imagine what would happen.

Naomi Watts once summarized that he was born with greed, lustful and fear of death. This sentence definitely does not include any exaggeration.

The woman looked at Sergey, who was stunned for a moment with hope. "Please, sir, Clayton is only five years old, he still has a long life to go, please, he..."

“Stop!”

Sergei became more and more excited when he saw the woman talking, so he simply stretched out his hand and covered the other person's mouth. "Listen, I will find a way. Now close your mouth, ok?"

Seeing the woman gradually calm down, he let go of his hand and looked at his boss. "It's easy to bring down that crazy man, but it's difficult to ensure the safety of the child, so pay attention."

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

It was not until this time that Wayne saw the specific situation in the hall. The bustling crowd just now had all disappeared. Several bank staff were lying behind the table or cabinet. Near the counter of the hall, a strong white man in his thirties and forties was holding a little boy's neck with his colorful arms.

It should be the child's panic and noisy that completely annoyed the middle-aged white man. While he looked over, the robber slapped the boy with slight and nonchalantness.

About ten meters away from the robbers, five or six banks' gun-carrying security personnel hid behind the bunker and surrounded him. Near the bank's gate, there was a corpse of a man in a suit upside down.

"See it. The robber is very sensitive now. Any movement may cause his stress response."

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

If you are an already sensible adult, you will most likely lie on the ground immediately after the movement occurs and avoid bullets that come at any time. But children cannot understand these things at all. Their first reaction must be to cry and run around, and they will become a living target.

"If those security guards could make some noise and temporarily attract the attention of the robbers..." Halfway through speaking, Sergei shook his head. They all knew that the security personnel could surround each other and were already giving away gifts outside the scope of work. They would never risk being shot and do more.

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

Sergei said this to women. What he said was just common sense and had no moisture. Everyone knows what kind of morality the North American police are. The matter is very simple. If a woman wants to save her child, she must take the risk by herself to attract the attention of the robbers and create a chance to shoot him.

Nearly half an hour before the start of this farce, the entire bank building was completely surrounded by police cars. It is rare to see that at the main entrance of the bank, there were not fully armed police detectives, but media reporters and photographers carrying long guns and short cannons.

"I don't care what you use, I have to take pictures of Wayne Greenberg! Go and find a way to determine whether the robbers have hurt him. Listen, Jim, if you miss this rare opportunity and can't bring back enough news, I will send you to the door of Greenberg Manor to follow him 24 hours a day and 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 were looking forward to the exciting scene.

Although no one said it, Jim Burgess knew very well. At least 90% of the media reporters around the door hoped that Wayne Greenberg would also be shot or injured, otherwise it would not be able to be placed on the front page of his own just because of such a robbery farce.

When he bent over and ran back to his fellow cameraman, he had already figured out how to write a press release. It was very simple, after all, the robbers hijacked a child, right? If Wayne Greenberg was hurt, then the news itself would be enough to catch the eye. It would be okay to not be hurt. Just bring the topic to 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 in private he is an egoistic sissy who sees children hurt and only cares about hiding himself!" In this way, as long as he wants to take advantage of the popularity of this matter, there must be some methods, and no one can say that the report is ambiguous.

Perhaps, among the people around 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's creators not far away.

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

The photographer's tone was full of jokes. They had seen similar things in the media industry. The fact is that the North American police have never compromised with criminals, never once. The police would rather sieve everything around the criminals and then argue with the innocent family. "Wait, Jim, look."

“What?”

Jim Burgess withdrew his gaze to the main creators of the crew, turned his head in confusion to look at the bank hall, and for a moment he looked at his companion with an incredible expression on his face. "Damn it, am I dazzled? That's Wayne Greenberg?! Hurry up, take a photo!"

Under the gaze of countless people, the atmosphere in the bank hall was very strange. Wayne walked openly towards the robber, holding his hands up, indicating that he did not carry a weapon that could threaten the other party.

"Brother, you need a lot of money, ahha? Don't be excited, I happen to have a lot of money, say a number, don't worry, you should have heard of me, my name is Wayne Greenberg, don't say you haven't heard of it, say a number, 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 going crazy at this time, otherwise how could he believe that Sergei's stupid guy guarantee?

On the surface, he looked calm, but he was still talking nonstop, trying to distract the robbers from his attention, but in fact he was still very panicked in his heart. After all, no matter what, Bullet doesn't care whether you are a billionaire or not.

"Stop! Damn bastard, I'll let you stop." It was completely different from what I imagined. The robber had no sign of any desire to talk about on his face, leaving only a look of madness. It was obvious that he was very sensitive now and could shoot at any time.

Just as the robber took the pistol away from the boy's head and was about to point at Wayne not far away, "Bang, Bang." Three crisp gunfires sounded in succession. He knew that it was Sergey who finally found a chance to take action.

The robber was not too far from him, and he could see clearly. When the first shot sounded, the other party was already exposed, and a faint red blood flower appeared on his forehead. What was exciting was that the bullet did not stop at all and flew out directly from the back of his head, and a large piece of red and white were taken away!

The next two shots were more like insurance. The moment the robber fell to the ground, he added two shots in his chest. Just because he could see it too clearly, Wayne suddenly felt disgusted and cursed Sergei in his heart. When he went back, he planned to let the Russian bear replace the powerful 1911. The huge kinetic energy of this thing brought was much more exciting than in the gunfight movie.

Just as the robbers fell down, 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 to see the person who hijacked him. "Hi, boy, look here!"

His shouting, like a switch, not only stopped the children who wanted to look back, but also woke everyone outside the door, reporters, crew creators, and policemen rushed in like rushing in.

When these people rushed in, the scene they saw was very shocking. Wayne was holding a little boy under five years old and praised him loudly. "Listen, boy! You are very brave. This scene is simply perfect. I promise you that you will think carefully after you go back and leave all your shots."

"Mr. Director, I really have a talent for acting?" The little boy's innocent voice rang.

"Yes, you're simply a performing genius!"

The dialogue between the two made everyone around them lose their voices.

Jim Burgess was in a very complicated mood. He raised the camera hanging around his neck and clicked at the two of them, taking a picture of Wayne holding the little boy with a sunny smile. Not far behind the sunny smile was a bloody corpse.

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