"You mean...you have the same dream every day, and you wake up exactly at 00:42 every time?"
The man with the cartoon cat mask looked at Frank.
"Then you're living the dream, man! You can kill whoever you want in the dream! You can do whatever you want! And you can experience all kinds of suicidal games! Damn...just thinking about it is thrilling!"
Click.
The man pushed the magazine into his handgun and chambered a round.
"But tonight you don't have to find thrills in the dream, brother. I'll take you on a real adventure!"
He pointed to the bank across the street with his finger.
"My little brother has already kicked open the bank door. Let's go!"
Frank nodded and straightened his mask of Ultraman. He got up and followed the man's steps:
"What should I call you, brother?"
"I'm known as Big Face Cat in the underworld."
The man grinned, squishing the cartoon cat mask even more into a more two-dimensional appearance.
"You can call me Face Brother."
"Face Brother, what's my task?"
"It's not time for the password expert to step in yet. Just follow me and don't run off."
Sssss...
After a quick run, Frank followed Big Face Cat to the bank entrance.
"Is it all taken care of?" Big Face Cat asked.
The little brother nodded.
Big Face Cat pointed his gun at the little brother's forehead -
Bang!!
Blood splattered the wall!
He wiped his gun barrel casually and patted Frank on the shoulder:
"Now that we're one person short of dividing the loot, we can get a lot more money!"
"He's your little brother, isn't he?"
"He has dirty hands. For our safety, we can't keep him!"
Big Face Cat said as he led Frank inside.
The two of them arrived at a fork in a passageway.
A masked man was fiddling with a power box.
"Ready yet?"
Big Face Cat urged.
Click.
The masked man cut a wire and freed his hand to Time is running out for us! Once the main power is restored, the security system will automatically sound the alarm!"
"I know you're anxious, but hold on a moment."
Frank walked up to the password door and started fiddling with it.
The Fat Cat paced back and forth, his features contorted into a knot:
"How long do you think you'll need?"
"10 minutes."
"10 minutes!?" The Fat Cat exclaimed in shock: "That's way too long!!!"
"9...8...7..."
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The Fat Cat looked on in shock as Frank dashed out of the room!
Then he turned around to see the C4 explosives attached to the password door, and the constantly changing red numbers on the detonator!
"Shift!"
He leaped at the wall outside -
KABOOM!!!
KABOOM!!!
KABOOM!!!
The loud explosion punctured his eardrum!
Countless bricks and pieces of iron fell on him!
"Ahem, ahem... Ahem!!"
The Cat wiped the blood from his face and roared:
"I fucking... Aren't you a cryptographer? That's how you cracked the code! ?"
"Call it inefficient."
Frank covered his ears and came over, pointing to the collapsing wall in front of him:
"You see, inside is the warehouse."
The big - faced cat curses and gets up:
"No expert can be trusted..."
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The Mystery Club
Ciencia Ficción"Every day since I was born, I have had the same dream, the same day over and over again." "What did you do in your dream?" "Robbing banks, blowing up buildings, picking up girls, Grand Theft Auto... In my dream, I naturally did a lot of lawless thi...
