Chapter 14 "Windfall" (14) Doomsday Bunker

The passage on the L1 floor of the shelter has no turns, and a path goes straight to the bottom. The design of the last century was so upright.

When we reached the room at the end, the door lock had long been damaged by rust, and the door panel was wide open, as if to welcome guests.

Old John leaned against the wall and used a kerosene lamp to illuminate the rat droppings on the ground:

"These little guys must have found the food bank."

Roy said politely: "Please wait outside for a moment."

"Nonsense! I know the rules and won't go in to watch. Boy, don't wait too long. The smell of rat droppings is not good."

"I know, I'll come out after I get my stuff."

Roy pushed the door open and went in, holding a flashlight and looking around. It was a very spacious room. This was a storage room for the refugees on the L1 floor to store valuables.

There are rows of safes embedded in the walls, and the deck is so thick that it is difficult to destroy with explosives.

There are labels with different names on it. Due to the chaos of public security, many people hide their treasures here and pay a certain storage fee to Old John every year.

Roy knew that his old neighbor, Mrs. Jonna, had locked her wedding rings and necklaces in. The poor lonely old man died of illness last year. No one knew her password, and the old and less valuable jewelry was rotten in the cabinet.

Roy found safe No. 349, not far from Mrs. Jonna's cabinet. He pushed the eight-digit mechanical combination lock with his fingers and turned it to his birthday;

"19620708"

He and Anna were born in the same year, same month and same day. It was God who held the red thread of marriage. Friends said so.

With a crisp metallic sound, the century-old mechanical mechanism was still functioning well, and the cabinet door popped open.

His baby is lying quietly in the safe,

With a shopping bag full of cash, Roy took a deep breath. His nose was filled with the smell of anti-counterfeiting ink, and he felt great.

Now that the shooting incident has passed, the police in York City are inactive and gangs are still killing each other. It seems that no one cares about where the money goes. It is the sweet moment to enjoy the fruits of victory.

Roy lifted the bag excitedly and felt the weight. After thinking about it, he still felt that he should be cautious.

He poured out all the money and neatly stacked it in the safe. He only took ten thick stacks and packed them in a shopping bag. He took out a small stack of bills and put them into his trouser pocket, then closed the cabinet door again, and finally messed up the combination wheel.

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When he walked out of the room, Old John was squatting on the ground outside the door, picking his nose and humming a tune:

"Is it done?"

"Um."

"Let's go back."

After walking for a while, Old John suddenly slowed down and said:

"Can you lend me your bar membership card?"

"what?"

"People, no matter how old they are, will always have desires. You have a young and beautiful girlfriend, but I have nothing."

"Don't think about it, old man. The membership card can only be used by yourself. If you want a woman, just find it yourself."

"There is no membership card or CD at all, right?"

Roy felt something was wrong and stopped:

"Old man, what do you mean?"

"Little guy, don't try to hide this from me. I have been an administrator here for half my life, and I have seen many different kinds of people."

"so what?"

Old John put the kerosene lamp on the ground, turned around and spread his hands;

"Everyone wants to collect something different. Maybe it's a photo with their family, maybe it's a jewelry box left by his deceased wife, or maybe it's a small vault saved by his family. We are all poor, and there's nothing particularly valuable.

There is nothing to hide, so no robbers will care about you."

Roy became nervous: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I want to say that when someone doesn't know how to repay a favor, he doesn't know how to help his old friend when he gets rich."

"Damn! You know?"

"Hmm, that's a lot of money. I was shocked when I watched the video."

"Did you install a camera? Peep at me?"

"Don't worry, young man. If you had seen it, your things would have been long gone."

"I'm telling you! There are fingerprints on the safe, and I felt something was wrong just now! Fortunately, I covered it with my hand every time I changed the password, otherwise you would have peeked and taken it away."

"Since we are all at odds with each other, let's make it clear and tell the truth."

After saying that, Old John took out an old-fashioned revolver with his right hand, spread the palm of his left hand flat, and made a gesture of counting money.

Roy sneered: "I thought we were friends forever."

"As the old saying goes, everything in the world is bustling for profit, and everything in the world is bustling for profit. Young man, I am giving you a free lesson. There are no permanent friends in this world, only permanent interests."

Roy took out a wad of money from his hip pocket and handed it over.

"Boy, are you fucking fooling the beggar?"

Looking at the black muzzle, Roy had no choice but to unzip the shopping bag and groped inside.

"You can keep this broken bag yourself and tell me the password."

"How much do you want?"

"Boy, have you ever heard that you get half of it when you meet?"

"I'll tell you, old man, but before that, I have a question for you."

"explain."

"Have you really felt guilty about your ex-wife and daughter?"

"You fucking stupid thing! You have nothing to do with it!" Old John's face became distorted. He opened the safety of the revolver, cocked the hammer to the ready state, and threatened loudly:

"I just like to be free and happy by myself! Tell me the password quickly, or I won't even leave half of it for you!"

"Old man, don't get excited. You have a bad heart. Do you want to know how I got this money?"

"I don't want to hear it."

Old John's hand holding the gun began to tremble, and his voice also changed:

"I'm not interested in chatting with you, please tell me the password."

"Do you still remember, when I was a kid, it was my birthday, and your daughter came over to celebrate? When did that happen?"

"Boy, you are testing my patience."

"I told you, oh! You stupid old guy! You're really hopeless!"

"Don't try to play tricks."

Roy raised his hands and said calmly: "I learned one thing from gang members. Do you want to hear it?"

Old John roared: "Didn't I tell you that I didn't want to hear it? Tell me the password!"

"I already told you!"

Roy kicked the kerosene lamp off the ground, turned off the flashlight, and rolled to the side.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" Old John was completely panicked. He fired three shots into the darkness, not knowing whether he hit or not.

Roy put on the night vision goggles he had prepared, and lay on the ground. With a panoramic view of the passage, he picked up a Coke bottle cap and threw it into the distance.

Old John was frightened, "Bang, bang, bang!"

He fired three times in the direction of the sound and continued to pull the trigger, making the sound of the hammer swinging empty.

(Damn... there are no bullets! Is he dead? He must be dead! There is no sound, he must be dead!)

Just when he was feeling complacent, a hard object was pressed against his back, which was Roy's miniature pistol.

Old John suddenly felt like the world was spinning and his whole body was getting cold. He quickly threw away his pistol and raised his hand:

"Boy, please spare my life because our families are old acquaintances."

Roy turned on the flashlight and shone it from his chin to his nostrils. It looked like a grimace, which looked very penetrating.

"Old man, I haven't finished speaking just now.

Besides the bag of money, I also learned a few things from the gang members,

First, never believe any nonsense told by outsiders, and if you want to shoot, shoot.

The second is to be prepared for everything. This miniature pistol and night vision goggles come in handy. It is better to have them with you but not use them than to not be able to find them when you want to use them.

Finally, the safe code is my and Anna’s birthday.”

As he spoke, he moved the muzzle of the gun upward and aimed it at the back of Old John's head, scaring the poor guy so much that he peed his pants.

The old man knelt down and begged: "Please, boy, I'm not usually like this. I'm drunk today."

"How can you not be drunk, old man? Don't you have any idea why you have ended up like this? Why do your ex-wife and daughter never come to visit you?"

"Oh my god... I'm guilty. I'm not good enough for you or anyone else.

I swear, I will go to the church to find a priest to confess...please...take this gun away, my heart is not good..."

"An oath is like the wind, old guy, don't deceive yourself. If you knew the password, you would have shot my little head to pieces."

"Oh my God! For God's sake! Please!"

"God will forgive you, but I won't."

After that, Roy pulled the trigger.
Chapter completed!