At this moment, Tim Bolton felt like an ant on a hot stove...
The rapidly changing situation was far beyond his control and acceptance, as if the entire affair had spiraled out of his grasp from the moment he fired his gun.
"Boss, what do we do now?"
Listening to the question from his Goat-beard comrade, Tim Bolton, driven by instinct, subconsciously pointed his gun at the Federal Reserve Bank's door closest to him...
"Bang bang bang bang..."
After a series of shots shattered the glass on the door, Tim Bolton rushed forward, clearing the glass along the door's edge with his gunstock. Seeing two old men cowering in the corner wearing white security uniforms, he fired a few shots at the ceiling...
"Everyone down, toss your guns over here..."
Seeing the two old men in white security uniforms obediently comply, Tim Bolton sighed in relief and then shouted loudly, "Tyre, bring the others in..."
