Chu Bamboo walked out of the Police Chief Bureau, looked up at the Sun slowly rising on the horizon, and took a deep breath.
"What a life!"
After closing his eyes in thought for a moment, Chu Bamboo made his decision. He spun around, planted his feet, and shot off like an arrow loosed from a bow.
...
「Third District, Industrial Development Bank.」
Chu Bamboo gazed at the people coming and going from the bank's entrance, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. 'I'm back again,' he thought.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a fox mask, fastening it over his face. Then, he set down the case he was carrying, opened it, and quickly assembled a gun.
He chambered a round and strode toward the bank's entrance.
"Sir, you—!" The moment the bank guard saw Chu Bamboo, his body tensed instinctively. After all, it wasn't long ago that they'd been robbed by a masked man... and this guy was holding something that looked an awful lot like a gun...
BANG!
A single, crisp gunshot rang out.
