American comics: Play as Kizaru and get off work in three seconds

The bag was an ordinary black cloth bag, which looked bulging, as if it was full of money.

In fact, the bag was full of newspapers. These newspapers were neatly folded and stuffed into the bag. From the outside, they looked like wads of cash.

Oswald shouted loudly, trying to attract the robbers' attention.

His voice was particularly loud in the chaotic restaurant, and there was a hint of trembling in his voice, as if it was a cry out of extreme fear, but in fact this was all part of his plan.

"No! There is money here! Don't hurt the hostages!" His eyes were fixed on the robber leader, with fear and a hint of provocation in his eyes. His body leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to protect the cash register.

When the robber leader saw the bag in Oswald's hand, his eyes lit up, full of greed and excitement.

His eyes widened instantly, like a pirate who saw treasure.

He said without hesitation: "Throw that bag over here!" There was urgency in his voice, and the gun in his hand shook slightly, as if he couldn't wait to get the bag of "money".

Oswald pretended to struggle. His body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right.

He held the bag tightly in both hands, with a painful and reluctant expression on his face, like a poor man who was about to lose all his property.

He then "reluctantly" threw the bag at the robber.

The leader of the robbers caught the bag with his agility, like a black panther catching its prey.

He couldn't wait to open the bag and found it was full of newspapers.

His expression instantly turned into anger, and his eyes were burning with rage, which seemed to devour everything around him.

"Bastard! You tricked me!" the robber leader roared, his voice distorted with anger and his teeth chattering like an enraged beast.

He threw the bag to the ground, then raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Oswald.

At this time, the sound of sirens was heard outside the restaurant, and the sound became louder and louder as it got closer and closer.

The sound of the sirens was like a majestic announcement, breaking the tense atmosphere in the restaurant.

The police quickly surrounded the restaurant, their police cars flashing red and blue lights. The lights flickered in the darkness, illuminating the area around the restaurant as if it were daytime.

The police approached the restaurant cautiously, guns in hand. Their expressions were serious and focused, and their eyes revealed a firm sense of mission.

Oswald took the opportunity to run towards the restaurant manager, his steps hurried and his face anxious.

When he ran to the restaurant manager, he was already out of breath, his chest heaving violently.

He said anxiously, "Manager, call the police quickly! We must protect everyone's safety!" His eyes were full of worry, and his hands were tightly grasping the restaurant manager's arm, as if sending him an urgent signal.

The restaurant manager was in a panic, his body shaking like a sieve.

His face was as pale as a piece of paper and beads of sweat covered his forehead.

His eyes were full of fear and helplessness. He picked up the phone with trembling hands, and his hand was shaking like a dead branch in the wind.

His voice became shrill because of fear, and he stammered, "Yes, yes... I'll call the police right away!" His fingers kept trembling on the phone buttons, and he pressed it several times before he dialed the police number.

The police rushed into the restaurant, their movements swift and orderly.

They were divided into several groups, some were responsible for evacuating the guests, while others rushed directly towards the robbers.

The police engaged in a fierce gunfight with the robbers, and the gunshots echoed in the restaurant, deafening.

The bullets whizzed through the air, making crackling sounds as they hit the walls, tables and chairs.

The guests fled the restaurant under the evacuation of the police, with expressions of fear on their faces. Some of them fell down while running, but immediately got up and continued to run.

Finally, the police succeeded in subduing all the robbers. The robbers were pinned to the ground by the police, their faces full of reluctance and anger.

The police handcuffed the robbers' hands and led them out of the restaurant one by one.

Afterwards, the restaurant was in a mess.

Tables and chairs were toppled over and some were riddled with bullet holes.

The ground was littered with broken tableware and glass fragments, which sparkled blindingly under the light.

There were also some bullet holes on the wall, and cracks appeared on the wall around the bullet holes, like spider webs.

But Oswald appeared exceptionally calm and heroic.

He stood in the middle of the restaurant. Although his body looked a little tired, his eyes were still firm.

There was a calm expression on his face, as if everything he had just experienced was within his expectations.

The police captain walked up to Oswald. He was tall and strong, wearing a neat police uniform.

His police hat was worn straight on his head, and his eyes beneath the brim revealed a sense of majesty and admiration.

He patted Oswald's shoulder. His hand was so strong that it made a dull sound when it hit Oswald's shoulder.

He said, “You did a great job, lad.

Thank you for calling the police promptly and bravely trying to stop the robbers."

There was an admiration in the police captain's voice, and his eyes were full of recognition of Oswald.

Oswald pretended to be modest, with a shy smile on his face.

He lowered his head, looked at the ground, and said slowly: "I just did what I should do. It is my duty to protect the safety of the guests and the restaurant."

His voice was calm, but he was secretly pleased with himself because he knew his plan had succeeded and that he had won the favor of the police and the restaurant.

A few days later, the restaurant owner, Sal Maroni's right-hand man, summoned Oswald.

The restaurant owner's office is located on the second floor of the restaurant. The door of the office is a heavy solid wooden door with exquisite patterns carved on it.

The restaurant owner sat behind a large desk made of expensive mahogany.

There were some documents and office supplies on the desk, as well as an exquisite crystal ashtray.

The restaurant owner had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes revealed appreciation.

He looked at Oswald and said slowly: "Oswald, your courage and wisdom were fully demonstrated that day.

I have decided to promote you to manager of this restaurant."

Oswald pretended to be surprised. His eyes widened instantly and his mouth opened slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.

But he was secretly delighted in his heart, his heartbeat was accelerating, and a sense of excitement and accomplishment spread in his heart.

He quickly said, "Really? Sir, this is so unexpected! I will work harder and live up to your trust."

There was an undisguised excitement in his voice, and his body leaned forward slightly, as if to express his gratitude to the restaurant owner.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, Qin Yang and Oswald contacted through secret channels. (End of this chapter)