The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 8 Bank
The Gotham National Bank existed when the city was first established. The renovation plan a few years ago made those marble columns with cobweb cracks and triangular door eaves scattered with debris completely a thing of the past. It only exists in the yellowed photos and the memories of the elderly.

At this moment, what is presented to the citizens of Gotham is a brand-new magnificent building. The huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows and those self-service bank counters are full of modern convenience and rising financial taste.

A group of tourists in casual clothes looked around and took pictures, and a group of summer camp pupils in white shirts and sunhats, led by a female teacher, mixed among them.

Elizabeth and Isabella were almost carved out of the same mold, their exquisite facial features were exactly the same, and even the position of the mole at the corner of the eye was exactly the same.

Christina wears a ponytail on the back of Elizabeth's head for easy identification, while Isabella wears a twin ponytail - a rough-and-tumble management style that annoys the twins, who occasionally switch hairstyles as a mischievous escape Bath time once a day.

The deputy manager of the Gotham National Bank who played a guest tour was still chattering about the glorious history of the bank, from President Hoover who visited here to the stock market crash in the last century. Brother of the talkative Ah San.

Elizabeth sighed impatiently, rolled her eyes and picked up the boxy yellow schoolbag on her back, and sneaked out of the tourist line without hiding her figure.

She hopped to the free self-service coffee machine in the corner of the bank with her ponytail twitching, tiptoed to get a disposable hard-shell paper cup from the side stand, and pressed the button to order a cup of hot coffee for herself.

The sweet and greasy liquid poured into her mouth, and Elizabeth whistled so moved that she stretched out her tongue to lick off the foam on her lips.

Clapping, the little leather boots were rattling on the marble floor, Isabella with the twin ponytails rushed to her sister, and said nervously: "Why did you run out, come back with me quickly, if the teacher finds out She's going to ask you again."

"Why are you so nervous, there are so many people in the summer camp, if she can find out there are ghosts." Elizabeth leaned lazily against the wall, and handed out half a cup of coffee, "Neng, you can have a sip too."

"What do you want?" An indescribably huge black shadow enveloped the twins. When the two girls looked up, the tourist team had arrived at the coffee machine. The female teacher of the summer camp was looking at the two with silent condemnation.

The deputy manager of the bank who was in charge of the explanation hurriedly smoothed things over, and said with a smile: "Aha, the two ladies really know how to appreciate it. Among the renovated Gotham National Bank, the most popular thing is this brand new coffee machine. The old old machine never got rid of the clinging teeth of the customers and caused no amount of complaints - actually I think the old coffee machine drove away at least a hundred potential customers for Gotham National Bank. "

Taking advantage of the assistant manager's witty remarks, Elizabeth stuck out her tongue and took her sister's hand to hide in the tourist line, putting on a well-behaved appearance.

At this time, Li Ang had just pushed open the revolving door and walked into the bank. When he saw Elizabeth in the corner, they waved their hands and walked over quickly.

Elizabeth drank half a cup of coffee, jumped up to him and asked, "Li Ang, why are you here?"

Li Ang spread his hands indifferently and said, "Christina can't come because of something, so I'll come over and pick you up."

Christina's family lived in an old apartment in the lower city. Li Ang went there once and found that there was a dark atmosphere there, and there might be some ghosts haunting it.

But this is also normal, this type of apartment has basically existed for decades, it would be strange to say that three or four people have not died in it.

What's more, the law and order in Gotham has always been bad. It is said that there were gangsters who dared to shoot in the street decades ago, and various automatic weapons swept across civilians.

Even now, Gotham still leads the United States in the number of missing persons per year—some stories circulated in late-night Internet chat rooms say that those missing people are probably kidnapped and murdered by underground gangs, and their bodies are filled with petrol drums and doused. On the cement, it all sank into Gotham Harbor.

Incidentally, this sort of urban legend somehow influences the fact that the citizens of Gotham are not very keen on fish food.
Hearing the word "go home", Elizabeth rolled her eyes, and said to Li Ang in a sweet loli voice, "Well, Li Ang, can you take me to eat that ice cream shop on the street? I've wanted to eat it for a long time "

Not only that, Elizabeth poked Isabella's palm behind her back, and the two grabbed Li Ang's palm and shook it non-stop.

The corners of Li Ang's eyes twitched, and he sighed and said, "Okay, you can choose any flavor, but only one cup."

"Nice!" Elizabeth waved her small fist excitedly, smiling happily.

While chatting, a tan school bus parked on the street outside the Gotham National Bank suddenly started to accelerate.

The engine roared, the tires spun, and the boxy school bus smashed through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the bank with great momentum. In an instant, debris flew and alarm bells rang out.

Thanks to the legal provisions of the United States, the quality inspection standards of all school buses are required to reach the strength comparable to military armored vehicles, and they are not as fragile as they appear on the outside.

The deputy manager of the bank who was acting as a temporary tour guide stepped forward quickly, and shouted dumbfounded: "What's going on here?"

Without waiting for those big-bodied security personnel to make a move, several barrels of automatic rifles were pointed at them from the black window of the school bus, and the bullets that poured out directly penetrated the bulletproof vest, sifting through the security guards. .

Blood splattered everywhere, thick plasma smeared on the flat and clean marble floor, and the sudden gunshots caused all the humans in the hall to scream and run.

Li Ang hugged Elizabeth and Isabella, kicked his feet on the ground, and slid behind the wooden counter of a certain bank.

He softly told the twins to lie down and keep quiet, took out his mobile phone and sneaked out of the counter, and then the dark screen of the locked mobile phone reflected everything that happened in the lobby.

Click, a hard leather boot stepped on the glass slag everywhere, and a gangster wrapped in a black hoodie with a funny clown mask on his face slowly walked down from the school bus driver's seat.

He held up the semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun poured out bullets. Those copper murder weapons recklessly smashed the Swarovski crystal chandelier on the ceiling, as well as the exquisite ceiling murals.

(End of this chapter)