125: Chapter 124: Bank Robbery Case 125: Chapter 124: Bank Robbery Case The maid-outfit-clad waitress’s eyes lit up for a moment, but she quickly regained her former expression and said softly, “What kind of joke are you making, sir?
We’re not allowed to get involved with customers during work hours.”
Despite saying that, when Song Yun was ushered into a private room, a slip of paper still found its way into his hand.
Just because they weren’t allowed to get involved during work didn’t mean it couldn’t happen after hours, especially since the string of prayer beads in Song Yun’s grasp looked quite valuable.
Looking at the colorful decor of the private room that gave off a comfortable vibe, Song Yun knew that the money he spent today was well worth it.
“Please go ahead and order, Miss,” the waitress said, placing the menu on the table.
“This one, this one, this one, and this one, too,” Qingluan’s small hand flew over the menu.
Song Yun took a glance and found the prices reasonable—with the seven or eight dishes adding up to just a few hundred.
One meal at a tea restaurant like this in Sunan City would easily cost over a thousand, which exemplified the difference between the rich and the ordinary person.
The cost of one meal for a rich person might equate to an entire month’s earnings for someone working hard every day, but these tea restaurants were specifically designed for those pursuing a petty bourgeois lifestyle.
“If you’re not happy today, order a few more,” Song Yun said, turning on the TV in the private room.
“Hmph, I don’t want any of the dishes I mentioned earlier from that page, bring me one of everything else,” Qingluan pouted.
“Then, give me three of the most expensive drinks you have here.”
After jotting down the order, the waitress said, “Miss, you’ve ordered a total of twenty-eight dishes, amounting to 3,895 yuan.”
God damn, Song Yun felt he had been taken for a ride.
Why did he carelessly say that line?
But now that the order was placed, canceling it would look bad, so all he could do was helplessly shrug his shoulders.
“This tea restaurant really has its quirks,” Song Yun remarked with appreciation.
“This kind of restaurant originated from ‘RB’, a country where anime is growing rapidly.
As a result, many different businesses have sprung up from anime culture, and maid-themed tea restaurants are one of them.
It’s just that Chinese people are generally more reserved—calling out ‘Miss’ is like threatening to kill her family there.
But in ‘RB’, it’s not like that at all.
When I visited ‘RB’, the maid cafes there really were full of calling out ‘Master’ and ‘Mistress’ to no end,” Xiao Qing said with a laugh.
“Eh, everything in ‘RB’ isn’t great, but they always manage to come up with these bizarre things.
It’s just that these peculiar concepts are starting to become popular in our country as well,” Song Yun commented with a smile.
“Our people tend to copy everything from around the world, but we only imitate the surface, without learning the essence.
In the end, we just end up with a clumsy imitation,” Xiao Qing shrugged and said, “But it’s also related to national culture.
I’m not saying that our people are bad, it’s just that some things don’t quite fit.”
Song Yun shook his head and continued to watch the local news on the TV in the room.
Just then, the staff handed over a report, which caused the news anchor to become serious and say, “A bank robbery has occurred on Furong Avenue in Sunan City this noon.
According to information sent back from our staff at the scene, the situation is not looking good.
We will now switch to live coverage at the location.”
The camera shifted to an ICBC bank on Furong Avenue.
In the footage, Furong Avenue was now under martial law, with many police officers surrounding the bank’s entrance, spouting all sorts of nonsense to the kidnappers inside, essentially alternating between offering clemency for surrender and threats of inevitable punishment.
Song Yun was tired of such inane dialogues—clearly, the robbers were prepared to die; no one in their right mind would throw away their weapon and surrender halfway through a robbery.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted from inside the bank, and a man shouted while holding a child’s head, “Get me a helicopter on the bank roof within ten minutes.
If we don’t see a chopper in ten minutes, we will kill one person per minute.”
The child’s face turned pale with fear, and they seemed to be held up forcibly by the kidnapper.
The police outside were clearly ready with snipers, but the robber’s advantageous position and using the child as a shield left them no opportunity.
The child did not cry at this moment—not because they weren’t scared but because they were too terrified to even know how to cry.
After shouting a few words outside, the kidnapper retreated into the bank.
A police officer, holding a megaphone, called out, “We will report your demands to our superiors, but could you please release some hostages first?”
No sooner had the words been spoken than the kidnapper shot at the officer with the megaphone, missing him and hitting the steps instead.
The officer, in response, threw the megaphone back into the crowd of police officers.
In the back, inside a mobile trailer, Wang Dong frowned and discussed with several senior officers how to rescue the trapped individuals.
Wang Dong pointed at the map of the bank’s back entrance and said in a deep voice, “Do you think it’s possible to breach from the back door and secure the hostages?”
“No, that might panic the kidnappers, and if we can’t break in, the hostages could become tools for their frustration,” a police officer responded, shaking his head.
“This won’t work, that won’t work, then tell me how we are supposed to get in!” Wang Dong slammed the table and shouted.
“Come up with a perfect plan for me.”
After his shout, the officers all kept their heads down, making Wang Dong angrier.
He threw down his pen and said, “We’ve got only ten minutes.
If we exceed that time, the patience of the robbers will surely run out.
You have ten minutes to come up with a solid strategy.”
“What if…
we just agree to the robbers’ demands?” one officer suggested tentatively.
“No way.
If we buckle under the criminals’ pressure, how will the Sunan City police force stand in the law enforcement community?
Moreover, we only have ten minutes, where are we going to find a helicopter?” another police officer stood up to argue.
“Captain… Captain, it seems that Miss Shishi of Hongtu Group is inside the bank,” a pale-faced police officer reported.
“Damn it!” Wang Dong overturned the table, his eyes blazing as he stared at the senior officers and roared, “Now, immediately come up with a solution, first stabilize those kidnappers.”
Feeling helpless, Wang Dong could only make a phone call to Song Yun.
Upon hearing the news, Song Yun did not fly into a rage, but simply said to stabilize the kidnappers as he would arrive soon.
Still, the pressure on Wang Dong was immense.
He wouldn’t mind if Song Yun got angry—the fear was if Song Yun remembered this incident and bore a grudge later on.