"Bang! Bang!"
Scarface burst into the bank lobby, immediately raised his hand, and fired two shots before shouting loudly,
"Everyone, put your hands on your heads and squat down!"
Initially, the hall fell into a brief silence, followed by a surge of piercing screams—it was chaos.
"Ah! It's a robbery! Help!"
"Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!"
The lobby was sparsely populated with just a few customers because it was early, and there were traffic jams on the way to the bank, so everyone else—mainly staff members—began to crouch on the ground, trembling.
"Don't shoot! Don't kill anyone!" The manager by the window raised his hands and slowly squatted down as he pleaded, "All you want is money; there's no need for bloodshed. Rest assured, we will fully cooperate with you, just please don't kill anyone."
"Who are you?" Scarface, sensing the authoritative tone of the man as soon as he spoke, asked.
