Chapter 79: Robbing the Time Bank
The weather outside was bright and clear.
Inside the taxi, however, it was rather dim.
Sitting in the car, feeling the glacial pace, Jake sighed. Sure enough, taxi drivers in this world didn't seem to care about speed at all.
It was 2:10 PM, the most leisurely hour for the wealthy.
They would usually go out for afternoon tea in groups, sessions that might last from 2 PM to 9 PM, or even later—but who cared? They had endless time.
Some men would cruise their luxury sports cars at a snail's pace on the roads. They had plenty of time, and speed meant nothing to them.
In short, this world seemed so eerily peaceful. No one was in a hurry or stressed; many even enjoyed lingering at red lights, savoring the act of wasting time—after all, there was plenty of time, wasn't there?
"Finally," Jake stepped out of the taxi. His impeccable appearance allowed him to quickly blend into this world.
He rolled up his sleeve and checked his timer. He'd definitely been ripped off by the driver—he'd been charged two years' worth of time, his remaining lifespan now reduced to thirty-eight years.
"It's like maxing out a credit card—you first overdraft your lifespan, then pay off the debt later." He took a long breath and exhaled. This feeling of literally wasting his life was truly unpleasant.
Failing to pay off a credit card is a crime, but failing to pay off a time debt means only death awaits.
Watching the leisurely pedestrians strolling down the street, Jake tried to imitate their pace, but he was almost driven insane by their tortoise-like speed.
So he started jogging, ignoring the stares from passersby.
In the wealthy district, running to save time was considered vulgar.
Soon, Jake found someone on the street and asked where the nearest time bank was located.
With the help of a dark gun barrel sliding from his sleeve, the wealthy gentleman answered promptly and even offered to give Jake a ride.
To rob someone, you naturally target the biggest fish. Since this gentleman was so eager to help, Jake certainly wouldn't refuse. "Take me to Philippe Weis's bank."
The name Jake mentioned was the father of the film's female lead. He was a billionaire with vast amounts of time. What Jake remembered most from the movie was the million years of time that the man kept in his vault.
A million years! That's longer than recorded human history.
With the help of this "cooperative" rich man, Jake arrived at the bank.
The building was about forty stories tall, and Jake stood below, like a tiny ant at the feet of a giant.
Coincidentally, when Jake entered the bank, he unexpectedly spotted a stunning figure: the movie's female lead, Sylvia Weis.
Amanda Seyfried is known as one of Hollywood's rising stars—her looks and talent are beyond question.
After glancing at the four bodyguards flanking her, Jake straightened his suit and calmly approached her.
Clearly, Jake already had less-than-honorable intentions toward this leading lady.
"Excuse me, beautiful lady, could you wait a moment?"
Seeing Sylvia, completely surrounded by bodyguards, about to walk away, Jake reached out and called to her.
She seemed fairly approachable, at least by wealthy standards.
She stopped and turned to look at Jake, waiting for him to speak.
Seeing her pause, Jake started jogging toward her, but before he'd taken more than a few steps, Sylvia called out, "You're from the ghetto!"
Jake couldn't help but twitch his lips. Running made him poor? But she was right. Although Jake had plenty of time now, he didn't want to waste it.
"I need your help with something," he said, raising his hands at Sylvia from a distance, indicating he posed no threat.
But the woman gave him an extremely dismissive glance and turned away!
This wasn't how the script went. Why did the female lead engage with the male lead when he was running, but dismiss him completely?
However, Jake had to admit that Justin Timberlake's character was indeed much more conventionally handsome than him.
He took a step forward, intending to follow, but two of the four bodyguards turned back, glaring menacingly at Jake, as if they would introduce him to their fists if he took another step.
Then Jake took that step.
The two bodyguards charged forward, swinging their fists, but Jake dodged their attacks with fluid movements, then knocked them unconscious with a series of precise strikes.
Robberies generally require firearms to seem professional, and Jake didn't want to appear amateurish. However, the two bodyguards attacked so quickly that Jake hadn't even drawn his pistol yet.
They should probably be grateful for that—otherwise, they wouldn't have been merely knocked unconscious, but shot dead.
The bank naturally had armed security present, and after the violence erupted, Sylvia instinctively backed away, while the two remaining bodyguards, witnessing Jake's skills, didn't dare advance recklessly.
At this moment, an armed guard appeared. Before he could even issue a warning—
BANG!
A shot pierced the guard's forehead, leaving a bloody wound, and he collapsed to the floor.
The gunshot threw the entire bank into chaos. The wealthy, who normally never rushed anywhere, finally broke into a sprint. This wasn't just a robbery—it was life or death!
There's no such thing as invincibility just because the clock on your wrist hasn't expired.
People in this world could still be killed by bullets.
More guards converged on the scene, but Jake, without even looking in their direction, fired several shots, each one hitting a target squarely between the eyes.
The panicked crowd surged like a flood, and Jake stood amidst it, moving slowly forward.
Interestingly, the fleeing people kept their distance from Jake, creating a clear zone within about sixty feet.
"Can you help me now, Miss Weis?"
Jake stepped forward and took Sylvia's slightly trembling hand. Two bodyguards tried to intervene, but Jake casually kicked them aside.
Since the tuxedo was classified as combat gear, its effectiveness was no joke—a single kick could deliver approximately five hundred pounds of force!
With a casual strike, the two bodyguards were sent flying as if they'd been hit by a compact car.
"What do you want my help with?" Sylvia looked at Jake, trying to pull her hand away, but found his grip like iron, firmly holding her delicate hand, making it impossible for her to break free.
"I want to meet Mr. Philippe Weis, and then, incidentally, rob him of some time."
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