His untrained arms grabbed her hair and attempted to plant a punch in her neck, as it was unarmored and weak. It hit, and it hurt. Hun liuxing coughed with the force. Her neck would need some massaging later. She couldn't turn around herself, but her gun could. She aimed the pistol at his face, out of his reach. The guard lunged for the gun, but it was too late. The round for pulling one stage of the trigger ripped through hand, and into his lower forehead. Not the best place for penetrating the skull, but it worked. He now lay limp on the ground. The rebellion and circle that had formed around her looked menacing. If all hundred or so civilians charged her, she may not win. To make the bullets in her magine number four, and to prove a point, she pulled one stage of the trigger at a civilians chest. He fell backwards and lay in a pool of blood. The circle of potential rioters grew uneasy. This was necessary. Now was Liuxings chance. "Sit down, you Güso believing pigs!" This earned mixed reactions. Some looked very angry. One civilian sat down. Others looked at the well dressed bank clerk and followed suit. Liuxing decided to continue. "This isn't just a mere bank robbery. This is for the one true God, Lolita. You small-minded people worship a false one. For this, I am taking the rich's earthly possessions and burning it." The purpose of this was to burn the money, not keep it. Most rich people here made their money generations over generations and inherited it, not in fast businesses. She would keep some notes for ammunition and equipment though. "Where is the vault." The same clerk who sat down first led her to the entrance. She was going to open it when Liuxing interrupted. "Stand back." The clerk ran as fast as she could away from the door in high heels. Liuxing took a large explosive from her back pack. And tossed it in front of the steel. "Aww, stay with me. We are gonna be friends for the next seven hours." The clerk hid behind Liuxing as the explosive went off in front of the door.There was now a gaping hole in the thick metal door. Liuxing had to basically grab the woman and drag her on her feet. They both went inside. Liuxing whispered in the clerks ear. "If you try to run away without my permission, expect a 12mm round in your back." This probably sounded pretty scary coming from a muscular, tan woman who was 6'4. So the lady nodded and gripped Liuxing's arm a bit harder. Liuxing strode through the hole in the door like it was a tunnel in a playground. This wasn't even close to the most difficult job that she has done, and the group of nations that supported Engle were too stupid to realize Hun wasn't actually from the UCLA. Liuxing would have tossed a match onto the money to look cool, but the burnt match could probably be traced to Miss Swiss via particulates. So she stuck with a good old lighter. The clerk really looked like she wanted to say something about the life savings of a large portion of the city, but kept her mouth shut. Liuxing just smiled while the flames glittered in her eyes. It brought back memories. Liuxing had even seen a psychologist and been diagnosed with pyromania when she was but a child. She also showed sociopathic tendencies such as antisocial behaviours, mistreatment of small animals, and manipulation of those around her. She was practically having a flashback of when her adopted parents in Ming put her back in the foster care system. Her dad just looked disappointed. Her mom was clearly very angry. "What do you think you are doing with your time? You aren't good in school, you are useless around the house, and you mistreat our son!" Liuxing couldn't feel remorse, but she knew that she thought their son was wonderful. He helped her with homework, and was her only friend. I guess teaching him how to operate a handgun was inappropriate. They adopted me because they wanted two children, and her mother became unable to have another child shortly after the birth of their son. As for school, she didn't do very well in anything besides math, science, and the young children's church. Hun's mom continued. "You almost burned the house down once, somehow obtained a knife and threatened a man for his money with it, and convinced a couple classmates to jump your class enemy. Shortly after, you beat him to the point of unconsciousness. I am surprised you let him live, you brat!" Hun's dad looked shocked. Her brother tried to interject. "But, that kid tried to stab me! He deserved it!" Liuxing's mom grew furious. "I don't care. She must leave this house immediately. She could burn all we know to the ground with a single match!" Sadly, even after all she had been through, Liuxing didn't even remember her former brother's name. The heat from the fire felt nice, and the rush she received from setting it felt better. "Miss, we should leave before we are engulfed in the fire…" The clerk squeaked, trembling. Liuxing spoke smoothly. "You baby. You could've said so earlier." Again, Hun just strode through the hole in the ripped, torn metal. With a grin, she turned to the clerk. "Are there any phones you have here?" "Yeah, I will show you to them. Knees wobbling on the high shoes, the accountant hands Liuxing a phone with a curly wire attached to it. How adorable. Liuxing dials the local emergency number. Without even waiting for the answerer to say "What's your emergency" Liuxing shouts loud, clear and even. "As you know, it has been 5 minutes since an unknown person parachuted into the local bank and fired shots. What I am telling you is turn all of your police teams away from the bank and provide a helicopter for my ride to the UCLA. If you don't," Hun chambers a round. "I will kill every last one of the people in this bank." Honestly, Liuxing was surprised the others hadn't ran away yet. It was probably the two bloody messes that used to be guards in between them and the door. Or they were frozen in shock. Either way, she could use them as leverage now. Liuxing walked the clerk to the rest of the crowd sitting on the floor. She didn't put her down though. She also thought it a great idea to strike up a friendly conversation with her accountant. "So, how is your day going comrade?" The clerk just glanced around at the crowd and remained silent. "You might want to answer me." Hun put her hand on the holster around her waist. It was meant to be more of a putting your hands on your hips type thing, but she had a gun there. It drew a gasp from the hostages. The accountant pulled a nervous laugh. "Pretty well. How are you?..." Seo let out a hearty giggle. "Just fine. You know, who here is secretly a supporter of Lolita?" One, then two hands went up. "Bowl of rice. You liars. You deserve to die, cowards." She used both stages of the trigger, obviously.