Pulp Fiction This Is A Robbery Novels & Stories

Arianna whispered to Sofia Sofia only smirked From the corner of her eyes, she saw the boss walking towards them It happens suddenly .....She brought a gun from her pocket and shot her arm . She threw the gun at Bluey "Fuck.... She shot me"She pretended a cry as the boss got to them "Bastard!" Bluey said spitefully "B*tch!....she shot me. She's crazy. She shot me" she burst into tears . Bluey looked at sofia angrily. Angelo frowned staring at the gun in Bluey's hand and then to the girl with bleeding arm

Drex spat out in great annoyance. He wonders where and whose men are these? From the way they fought he could tell that they were mafia ninjas, foreign warriors maybe. He hoped they had not touched as much as a single strand of Ava's hair else... As he think about this, he raised his left leg and threw the gun under it with his right hand. He caught it with his left hand and fired five shots straight into the man's rib area. More men appeared this time in twos and threes, jumping effortlessly, flying over car roofs in a ninja-like manner.

His mind now seemed to be filled with paste, and he couldn't think of anything. "Robbery, isn't it obvious?" Another person responded sincerely, as if robbery was tantamount to a serious claim for wages that had been in arrears for a long time. Cool summer by that pair of natural state of shock lost God, she did not dare to shout, deep fear of a knife come in can no longer shout. After trying to stabilize her mood, she asked: "Robbing money or robbing color?" "The main robbery is money. If it is convenient, you can rob a color by the way." Another person replied.

Furious, the robber lunged at Tina viciously. "You bitch! You asked for this!" Tina was flat on her back and did not have the strength to fight back as the robber charged at her again. She could only curl up to hold onto the necklace containing Sophie's bone. "Give it up!" However, the robber was a blue collar worker and very strong. His hands were like pliers that grabbed firmly on her arm as he attempted to unfold her. He did not expect Tina to hold on so tightly that his temple veins were bulging, and he could not even pull her arm off.

Roy cleared his throat to speak further watching Frederic check up on the old man. “Frederic here and I are brothers, I was his elder brother. We used to do a lot of things together back in the day, he told me about this great score in an old woman's house. We robbed the house but didn't realize the woman was still around, he shot that old woman and I took the fall for it. I did years for this ungrateful son of a bitch….” He spat on the floor expressing his disgust.

My head throbbed, but my mind was sharp. The memories hit me. My best friend's text. A picture of Leo with another woman. Me, storming into the casino to confront him. Then, chaos. Gunfire. I threw myself in front of Leo. The bullet grazed my temple. I saved his worthless hide. "My head hurts," I said, my voice weak. I watched his anxious face. Then, an idea hit me. A little game. This bastard didn't appreciate me. It was time to teach him a lesson.

I had chosen this fight. "You're not taking anything from me, " I called back. "Not my blood. Not my bond. Not my people." Ginnas' smile sharpened. She lifted one hand. The rogues moved. Chaos exploded across the ridge. Liam and Max burst from the trees on our left, shifting into wolves and colliding with the rogues. Seraphine's defenses flared bright on the right, pushing back another wave. Elias shouted something about energy signatures. Ginna came straight for us.

“Also sir, I’d like to tender my resignation letter. Since the message was some joke or hoax, I’d be leaving the letter by the second cashier aisle. Good bye sir.” “No. Leah, you need to le…” I raised my head up, about to turn when I spotted movement, reflections on the glass panel. I blinked twice, trying to figure out if I was now seeing things. The faster I blinked, the closer a figure moved towards me. I tried to turn but I felt something press against my nose, I fought against the grip that held me but my strength was nothing compared to theirs. They turned my body around and my vision doubled. A body was split into two and then, three but there was no mistaking the gun in their right h

I mustered up the courage to peek out of my room, and what I saw matched my instincts. Four people were carrying guns; two of them wielding Micro Uzis and the other two holding Glock-19s. Two security guards lay lifeless, covered in blood. It was a brutally violent robbery. Everyone, including employees, visitors, and customers, was ordered to crouch down. The bank manager was forced to provide access to the money storage server. Luckily, I had anticipated this and had already contacted the police and locked the bank's servers. What surprised me was the use of conventional robbery methods in the twenty-first century. Usually, phishing or hacking methods were employed.

His arm crushed my windpipe, his body reeking of sweat and something chemical, acrid. My heart hammered a bit hard, but I forced myself not to panic completely. This wasn't my first robbery. Working at that Asian supermarket in Brooklyn for a year, I'd been through this three times before. Usually, robbers grabbed the cash from the register and ran. Fast in, fast out, nobody got hurt if everyone stayed calm. Maybe they'd seen Noah's Bentley parked outside. Maybe that's what made this café a target, a billionaire's car practically screaming "easy money."