The virtual empire starts from the game

Chapter 533 If God doesn't punish them, I'll do it myself! (ask for monthly tickets)

Evans has nothing left.

The house was mortgaged, the stock market suffered a huge loss, and his wife left with the children after a big fight.

What awaits him in the future is that his house will be auctioned off by the bank and he will have to wander the streets with a huge loan.

I will never see my wife and children again in my life.

And the wife and children will also struggle in poverty.

After his wife drove away in her broken car, he sat alone on the porch for a long time in a daze. Finally, he silently took out a shiny silver revolver and took out a bullet and loaded it into the magazine.

Rotate the magazine, pull the hammer, and point the muzzle at the chin.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly pulled the trigger.

"Click."

Empty gun.

Evans didn't stop and continued to pull the trigger.

Click, click, click.

Four consecutive shots, all missed.

Evans' hands trembled a little, but he still pulled the trigger firmly.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded beside him: "Hey! Evans! What are you doing?"

Evans turned around and saw it was his neighbor Jeremy.

Evans said nothing.

Jeremy blinked. They were neighbors and probably knew each other's situation.

Seeing that Evans was completely hopeless and that his wife and children were nowhere to be found, he guessed almost everything: "You were also deceived by those vampires?"

Evans did not answer.

Although he was indeed bombarded by stockbrokers and received call after call, it was not until Jordan called that he finally took the plunge and made a leveraged buy.

But he was tempted after all.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Jeremy thought he had guessed it right, so he said angrily, "Me too!"

"This bunch of damn scammers! They tricked me into using my life savings to buy their funds, and now the stock market is crashing, they won't let me sell! They told me to stop trading!"

"This bunch of sons of bitches are rubbish! It's dog shit! They should be cut into pieces!"

……

Jeremy swore for several minutes.

Evans was a little embarrassed holding the revolver - it was not a good idea to commit suicide in front of his neighbors.

But after Jeremy finished scolding him, he asked him: "I must let these bastards know that those who do evil will be punished!"

"If God doesn't punish them, I will do it myself!"

"Would you like to join?"

"Just to let out some anger before dying?"

Evans finally took his finger off the trigger. "You mean?"

"Come!" Jeremy turned and went back to the house.

Evans rose and followed.

After entering the house, walk through the living room and into the cloakroom.

What appeared in front of Evans was not a cloakroom, but a small armory!

Shotguns, rifles, pistols, and sniper rifles are hung on the wall.

The storage racks are also filled with tactical sights, tactical belts, bulletproof vests, Damascus knives, grenades, land mines...

There were also boxes of brand new, unopened bullets.

And some square, unidentified blocks wrapped in oil paper.

"Are you... planning on robbing a bank?"

Let’s not talk about guns and grenades, why are there landmines?!
Even if it was just robbing the largest bank in New York, this amount of firepower was a bit over the top!

"No, I plan to teach those Wall Street vampires a lesson," Jeremy said calmly.

"You bought so many weapons and it wasn't reviewed?" Evans couldn't believe it.

New York State has one of the strictest gun laws in the federal government, with a clear ban on assault weapons and mandatory background checks and purchase permits.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for private individuals to stockpile so much munitions!
Jeremy shook his head and answered his question with a rhetorical question: "Did you know that Remington Arms and Dream Building have partnered to sell guns in Sprawling City?"

Evans didn't understand why he asked this, but nodded and said he knew.

"Then did you know that they held a lottery on the first day of opening?"

"You mean..." Evans said blankly, "You won the lottery?"

"Yes." Jeremy nodded.

Evans looked at the small arsenal again and found that there were an astonishing number of Remington guns inside.

雷明顿M870霰弹枪、V3 TAC-13霰弹枪，斯巴达310霰弹枪，M24狙击步枪、M40狙击步枪……

There are also M1858 revolvers and ACR assault rifles...

Even the boxes of bullets were printed with the Remington logo.

"They drove over with great fanfare to give out prizes, saying that sales were very good, and added a few guns and accessories to the prizes."

"In order to ensure that I could keep these prizes, they also helped me with the documents and other miscellaneous matters."

"As for the removed hammer and firing pin, it's just a formality. It's easy to get the parts and repair them." Evans was amazed.

"How about joining?"

Evans' brain raced, and he finally said, "Okay, but before I do anything, I need to ask for some money for Demi. She has to raise a child, and she can't do it without money."

"No problem." Jeremy nodded without saying a word and threw an ACR assault rifle to Evans.

Evans took it, loaded it skillfully, aimed, and checked the condition of the gun.

"Where is the target?"

"Lazard Templeton," Jeremy replied.

Evans blinked.

"Then I have to make a phone call before I do anything."

……

……

"Jordan, don't go to work today."

After warning Jordan, the fully armed Evans pushed the door and got out of the car, then walked into the building side by side with Jeremy, who was also wearing a military green raincoat.

There was a doomsday atmosphere in the building.

The financial elites who were once high and mighty are now dejected, walking with worry and dejection.

Even the security guard was holding his cell phone and scolding a stockbroker without even looking at Evans and Jeremy.

The two of them walked into the elevator in a swaggering manner, squeezed among a group of stockbrokers, and took the elevator to the sixth floor.

The entire sixth floor is occupied by the offices of Lazard Templeton.

Ivar had lost the spirit he had yesterday. He and several senior partners stared with dead eyes at the screen full of red numbers representing a decline, with a numb look on their faces.

I have lost the desire to offer advice and no longer have the desire to persuade my boss to cheer up.

Lazard, the boss whose position was liquidated, was already in despair. He left the office with a bottle of liquor, marijuana, amphetamine and methaqualone, and went to the rooftop alone.

……

The receptionist came forward and asked, "Who are you two?"

Jeremy quickly pulled out the classic Remington M870 shotgun from his raincoat and fired a shot at the ceiling.

"boom!!!"

The deafening gunshots instantly awakened all the numb "financial elites".

Before his brain could react, his body reflexively lay down and crawled under his narrow desk.

"Ah!!!" the receptionist screamed in horror.

The office suddenly fell into chaos.

Jeremy hit the receptionist on the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking her to the ground and interrupting her scream.

"Quiet!!"

"Bang!" Evans fired another shot.

The office quickly became silent again.

"Now!" Evans took over, "Everyone stand up and raise your hands so I can see!"

"Do not touch your cellphone, phone, or any alarm device."

"Otherwise everyone will die!"

To increase the deterrent effect, Evans took off his raincoat, revealing four grenades on his chest.

——No matter what Jeremy thought, he was determined to die and didn't care about being exposed.

Now I just want to buy some time.

"Next, I will give you an account number and you will transfer money into it."

"Whether you can survive and survive with your hands and feet intact will depend on the amount of money you transfer."

The money laundering channels were also provided by Jeremy.

A man trembled and said, "Sir! I am willing to pay! But I used all my money to buy stocks, and now I have lost it all. I really have nothing left..."

"Bang!" Jeremy fired instantly.

The man who said he had no money was like being hit by a car, and was blown away by the gunshot!
A large cloud of blood mist exploded in the office!

The faces of the people around were splattered with blood.

The nearest colleague had blood all over his face, had a mental breakdown on the spot, and screamed hysterically!

But Jeremy loaded the gun with two clicks and pointed it at him again.

The screams stopped instantly - he clutched his neck tightly, fearing that he would be beaten to death by the two thugs in the next second.

The whole office fell silent again.

——It’s not that the others are mentally strong enough, it’s just that they know too well the power of guns!
"Sir... Sir..." Jordan's experienced predecessor, the romantic and dissolute Ivar, raised his hand tremblingly, "I... I am willing to pay."

"But large transfers directly from personal accounts will trigger alarms. I know how to solve this problem."

Still feeling that it was not enough, he added: "There are others. I know who has money and who doesn't!"

"They can't fool you while I'm here!"

"Please, let me live! I can help you!"

(End of this chapter)