For your amusement, here’s my criminal wishlist, which I came up while riffing:
– Jump into a car and shout “drive,” while hanging out the window and shooting at a police tail.
– Shoot one of my own henchmen because he displeased me, preferably on a transatlantic flight of my private jet
– Trade a suitcase full of money to a guy with a foreign accent
– Answer a call from a hostage negotiator
– Make demands from aforementioned negotiator while condescendingly referring him by his first name
– Attempt to fire a gun only to find out the gun is empty and then resort to hand to hand struggle with a protagonist
– Finally be taken out by being knocked backwards onto a conveyor belt with hazardous machinery, in a warehouse ironically owned and operated by my own sinister mega-corporation