When the medical staff were trying to carry Tom into the ambulance, he woke up on his own and said that he was fine. However, the doctor was still very responsible. He roughly tested his heart and lung function, observed his pupils, and confirmed that there was no problem. Only then did he feel relieved to let Tom get off the stretcher.
The bank stopped operating that day, and a yellow cordon was put up outside the door. Tom immediately went to the police station and cooperated with the police in recording a statement.
During the narration, Tom seemed to be in shock and was a little slow to answer questions. He also expressed that he could not remember many details. However, the police officer who took the confession was very considerate of this heroic citizen who acted bravely. He did not ask for details that he could not remember like a prisoner. He didn't question any of Tom's answers.
The whole thing is actually not complicated. The total time from the time the prisoner entered the bank to the end of the robbery did not exceed four minutes. The time from Tom getting up from the ground until the three prisoners completely lost their ability to resist took no more than one minute, to be precise, it was forty-nine seconds. The facts of the case can be basically understood through the surveillance video at the scene. The police only need the testimony of the parties involved to support Tom's records. They believe that the case is clear at a glance and will be settled soon.
When Tom left the police station, many police officers in the police station even applauded him. The police chief personally drove him home and enthusiastically asked Tom if he wanted the police to help him drive his car back from the bank parking lot. .
Tom declined politely. The bank was not far from his home and he could walk there to pick up the car. Moreover, he did not want to have too much contact with the police in case the other party felt that the two had become friends and entered. It will be a huge hidden danger in your own life circle.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Tom said goodbye to the Sheriff and returned home. It was a two-bedroom house with an attic and a basement. The lawn was neatly trimmed and the driveway was clean. Generally, only three people would live in this kind of residential area. It is very rare for retired couples whose children have moved out to live alone, but Tom lives alone.
As soon as he entered the door, Tom's expression changed. Even though his back was turned to the Sheriff just now, his face looked nervous and tired. But after closing the door, his expression was calm, cold, and his eyes were sharp and bright. Even his standing and walking postures changed slightly, and his movements changed from the relaxed and procrastinating posture of ordinary people to stable and compact movements.
He gave people the feeling at this moment that he could turn around and go out to work immediately, and he was full of energy and everything was as usual.
Tom cooked dinner, and not a single bite of the food for one person was wasted. He had certain plans and rules for his meals, and never acted on his own accord. After dinner, he cleaned up the dishes, took out the trash, washed up as usual, and finally returned to the ***. Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, Tom fell asleep. He was efficient at everything he did, including resting. Tom was able to sleep just two hours a day for a month. Normally, four hours is enough for him.
The next day, although Tom was not greatly affected by today's incident, he still called the company to ask for a week's leave. His voice on the phone sounded like he was in a bad state of mind, as if he had been greatly stimulated. .
The company's superior agreed without even asking for a reason. It seemed that he already knew about the bank robbery yesterday afternoon. And he himself is very willing to give this good employee who has been working full time since the day he came to work a few days off.
As a result, Tom's plan was successfully launched, and he had already anticipated that this matter would not end easily.
Sure enough, the number of messages on the answering machine that day suddenly increased to more than 100. In addition to friends and colleagues, the largest number of messages came from the media. Vehicles from TV stations and newspapers came in droves.
Tom cut off the wires of the doorbell, put a sign on the door saying no visitors, unplugged the phone cord in his house, and closed all the curtains. Based on his experience, even if yesterday's news had a certain amount of hype, But as long as he persists with this attitude for a week, people will forget about him.
On the third day after Tom closed the door and thanked guests, an uninvited guest came to the local police station.
"Gary Qiaoton...where did this person come from?" The police chief asked with a puzzled look, flipping through an order document sent directly from the Governor's Palace.
The police officer who handed over the documents shrugged: "This man took the documents and ran into the police station. He said that he wanted to save some formalities and could do things faster."
"There should be no problem with the document. It doesn't look like it's forged, but this..." The director didn't finish his words.
A man entered the director's office without knocking and interrupted him: "There is no problem with the document, so there is no need for a 'but'. Mr. Director, my investigation was directly ordered by His Excellency Gilson II. If You have heard the name of that lord, and I believe that you will actively cooperate with all my actions and satisfy my requests as much as possible, just like the Governor."
The director took a look at the visitor. He was wearing casual clothes. He looked to be about thirty years old. He had an angular appearance and could be called handsome. His body was slightly thin. At first glance, he seemed to be a scholar.
"Mr. Qiaoton?" the director asked.
"Yes." Qiao Dun said.
"You... oh no, it's Mr. Gilson. Why are you interested in this case?"
Qiao Dun did not answer, but said: "Please prepare all the evidence, testimonies, and witness contact information related to the case, and prepare an office for me. It is best to prepare these within twenty minutes." Done, I'll wait in the reception room. Please come and let me know when it's done." After saying that, he went out, not forgetting to close the door behind him.
The director snorted coldly: "This guy must be a staff member of the Gilson family, huh... Nowadays, with the support of nobles, he can even give orders to me, the director, when he enters the police station."
The police officer standing next to the desk said: "Then... what do you mean?"
"Nonsense, of course he can do whatever he wants. Do you think the governor's urgent document is toilet paper? If you don't finish the matter as he says within twenty minutes, I will cut off your butt and put it away Go into the drawer, yes, the drawer on my right, and I’ll have a new ashtray from now on.”
… …
Las Vegas, in a hotel suite.
Gilson II was sitting in a wheelchair, using his four remaining fingers to operate his laptop, checking a report titled "Tom Stoll—Civilian Hero."
He is only forty years old this year, but his lower body is already paralyzed. The skin on half of his face is artificial. When he is angry, like now, there is a large piece of skin on his face that will not change color, and that part of his face will not change color. There is no change in expression. The artificial skin is like a flesh-colored curtain attached to the face, just used to cover Mr. Earl's necrotic muscle fibers...
"Tom Stoll... why does he look so familiar to you..." Gilson II muttered through gritted teeth. He stared at the monitor with burning eyes, as if he wanted to kill Tom himself in the report with his eyes.