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我看了，觉得像是讲故事。原文如下：
“Home intruder this weekend...
I was in the living room watching some UFC fights, while having dinner sitting on the couch. My kids are in the backyard with the wife playing in the clubhouse I built them last year. They're laughing, I can hear the kids having fun, so I'm pretty relaxed and happy.
Anyway about 5 minutes later, I hear a sound "like someone falling into a bush", and I look at the far right side of my yard's fence and I see a huge black guy, with a sports cap, a somewhat large back pack. It looks like he just hopped the fence from my neighbors yard, and he's busy trying to get out of the bush.
I don't know what happened after that, but apparently I just dropped my plate of food on the floor (judging by the mess afterwards), and I run over to a safe right next to where my TV is, put my fingerprints onto the scanner, pop the door open, and grab my Glock 19, rack the slide, and walk outside towards the black guy.
The guy immediately looks at me, and I see that he's at least 5-6 inches taller than me, and probably outweighs me by about 30-40 pounds. Both of his arms are absolutely ripped and covered with tattoos.
He looks kind of pissed, and gives me a slight smile. Not sure why this guy is smiling at me when he's in my backyard. I'm just blank. I have the Glock behind my back, a round in the chamber, and I'm on auto-pilot. I don't think it's anger, or fear. It's like I'm a robot with programmed instructions, if that means anything. In my head, I'm thinking if this guy reaches into his waist or backpack, I'm going to unload every bullet in this gun into that big black ****er's chest. Not trying to act like some NAVY SEAL, or some hardcore mafia guy, but I know I'm not going to hesitate. Like I said, totally on auto-pilot, just trying to describe how I'm feeling at that moment.
The black guy seems to sense that he doesn't have the upper hand anymore, even with his bigger physical size, and immediately put his hands into a safe position away from his body with his palms facing me. It feels like an hour goes by, it was probably just a few seconds, but the guy doesn't say anything and I don't say anything.
Finally he manages to say, "So what nigga you going to shoot me?"
I reply, "Depends, you got anything on you?"
He shakes his head. I tell him to put his bag on the ground slowly. I tell him very specifically that any deviation from putting the bag on the ground could lead to his death. He nods and slowly slips the bag from his back and lets it plop on the floor. Then I tell him to keep his hands facing towards me, and slowly get to his knees. When he gets to his knees, I tell him to put his palms on the grass, and then lay flat on his face. He complies.
I finally hear a young voice call out "Daddy!" It's my son. He's huddled with sister and mom about 20 yards away. They're watching this whole thing unfold and both my kids are wide eyed and sort of confused. My wife, I can tell is terrified. I tell my wife to call 911. She's in shock and not moving fast enough for me, so I yell at her to call 911 in a more aggressive manner. She finally starts to move and dial. She tells the dispatcher that we've got a home intruder on the ground at gun point, and we need assistance immediately.
As I've got this guy on the ground at gun point, it feels like an eternity until OC Sheriffs arrive. I don't remember much besides I believe 6 deputies came in, guns drawn, and I remember the lead guy motioning me to lower my weapon, which I did, and put into my waistband. The adrenaline dump really messes with your mind. I had to talk to the sheriffs for about an hour, give them details about what happened, etc. I asked the sheriff if they were going to take my gun, and he sort of laughed and said no, that wouldn't be necessary since no one actually fired a round. After that, everyone was gone and it felt like nothing happened afterwards. My wife and I just sat in the living room, in a state of shock, and the kids just went and did their own thing in their rooms.” |
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发表于 2016-5-25 15:50
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