Working as a police officer in Mexico-Chapter 1631 - 747: You Think I Run a Charitable Hall!
Chapter 1631 -747: You Think I Run a Charitable Hall!
At the same time, in a small town hundreds of miles away in Kentucky, Sergeant Major’s wife Mary Sanders received a phone call, excitedly kissed her two pale, emaciated children, and hurried with the family’s bank card to the First National Bank in town.
The bank wasn’t crowded. Mary, filled with anticipation and a slight feeling of finally being able to relax, handed the bank card to the counter.
“Please help me withdraw the full balance, thank you.” She was even calculating that besides buying food, she might be able to get a new pair of shoes for her eldest son.
The young bank teller skillfully operated the computer, but after a few seconds, his professional smile turned into confusion.
“Mrs. Sanders…”
The teller’s voice hesitated, “Your account balance is zero.”
“What? Impossible!” Mary was stunned for a moment, then raised her voice, “My husband just called from the frontline saying the military pay hit the account this morning, check again.”
The teller tapped the keyboard a few more times, carefully looked at the screen, then raised his head with a formulaic expression of regret: “Yes, the record shows there indeed was a federal payroll deposit into your account this morning. However…”
He paused, as if choosing his words carefully, “This money, along with the small remaining balance previously in your account, has been automatically deducted by the system.”
“Deducted? Deducted for whom?” Mary felt a wave of dizziness and grabbed onto the icy counter.
“To repay the overdue part of your family’s mortgage at our bank, as well as Mr. Sanders’ credit card overdraft limit and accumulated penalties.”
The teller pointed at the screen, reading the items on it, “Based on the loan agreement and credit card arrangement you signed initially, when funds enter the account, the bank has the right to prioritize deductions for repaying the debts. Unfortunately, after deducting all debts, your account balance is zero, and…”
“Due to the long overdue period, even this deduction has not been able to fully cover all debts and fines. Our bank’s legal department may contact you soon to discuss further repayment plans or asset disposal procedures.”
Mary Sanders felt a rush of blood to her head, a buzzing sound in her ears, everything before her, the teller’s indifferent face, the smooth counter, the bright lights in the bank hall, all began to rotate and blur.
“You… you can’t do this…” Her voice trembling with despair and disbelief, “That’s money he exchanged his life for! He’s starving and freezing at the frontline, yet you take it all away? We still owe money? And we’re being sued?”
She looked at the teller, who merely looked at her politely yet distantly, as if seeing a fool who didn’t understand the rules.
“Sorry, madam, it’s stipulated in the contract, automatically executed by the system.”
“Automatically executed…” Mary murmured, repeating the word, as if her last ounce of strength had been drained.
Her body slumped, vision darkened, and she fell straight back, her head striking heavily against the cold marble floor, making a dull sound.
“Someone’s fainted!”
“Quick, call an ambulance!”
A small commotion ensued in the bank, with people gathering around. The teller stood up anxiously to look, but didn’t leave his post. Two kind-hearted people tried to lift Mary.
At that moment, an old pager in Mary’s pocket, due to her earlier movement and fall, slipped out of the pocket and onto the ground.
The screen was lit with a freshly received brief text message:
[Department of Defense Notification: We deeply regret to inform you that your husband, Army Sergeant Major John Sanders, was killed in action during military operations near Gree City, Indiana on March 1, 1996. Please accept our condolences and await further contact.]
[God be with you all!]
…
