Chapter 932: The Blade Breaks into the Demon City (6)
On the road at night, red and blue police lights flashed and sirens buzzed.
Due to thunderstorms, the police were unable to mobilize helicopters to pursue Feng Bujue and the others, so they could only pursue and intercept them on the ground.
And this... gave the two of them an opportunity to take advantage of.
Under Feng Bujue's command, Hill skillfully broke through several roadblocks set up by the police and successfully broke into the city.
When they came to the complex terrain of the city, Brother Jue took advantage of the time lag before the police closed the siege, abandoned the car with Hill and fled into the night.
However, leaving the car does not mean that they are safe... Due to the weather, 95% of the people in the city stayed indoors, and there were almost no vehicles or pedestrians on the streets. Although Feng Bujue and Hill were under the
They got into the car, but they were still surrounded by the police. If they were not careful, they might still be caught.
"Haah...haah...what should we do now?" Hill gasped as he ran and asked Brother Jue what to do.
Compared with this homeless man who drinks alcohol all the time, Feng Bujue's physical fitness is much better. Even though his body has shrunk, he is still out of breath: "I am familiar with the arresting techniques of the American police. As long as the police force is sufficient, they
Usually they make a 'pocket' and drive the prey into it...and then tighten it tighter and tighter." He replied calmly, "This tactic is very oppressive, and the efficiency and success rate are also good, but...
It also has obvious weaknesses."
"What...is it?" Hill asked anxiously.
Now, Hill is no longer surprised that Brother Jue can say such things. He only hopes that Mr. F can take him to escape.
"In this confrontation, what is the fundamental difference between police and criminals?" Feng Bujue did not answer Hill's question, but threw back a question.
"Uh...one is running and the other is chasing?" Hill gave an answer casually.
"Ha..." Feng Bujue laughed dryly and made no comment on Hill's answer. He then added, "It's a psychological advantage...Mr. Hill." He glanced at Hill and said, "I'll use you as an example.
Okay. At this moment, you have naturally classified yourself as the 'running' party and classified the police as the 'chasing' party. That is why you were caught."
"But this is a fact..." Hill responded.
"Then tell me, why can't you just run?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"Because the opponent has more people and guns!" Hill replied confidently.
"Strength in numbers is also a relative term." Feng Bujue continued, "To put it into perspective...before their 'pockets' are tightened, as long as we don't get close to the main force responsible for 'driving', we can do whatever we want
Pick a different direction and run. The most you will encounter is two police cars... or even one police car blocking them." He paused, "In other words, the number is two to two."
"But they have..." Just as Hill wanted to emphasize the enemy's force, he saw Brother Jue taking out a strange-looking device from his bag. He immediately changed his words, "Uh... what is this?"
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"Composite anti-gravity catapult." Feng Bujue announced the name of this item, successfully shocking Hill, an ordinary person whose consciousness was still stuck in the 1980s.
"This... is more powerful than a gun, right?" Hill asked after looking at it for two seconds.
"The power is close to the large-caliber artillery of the 19th century." Feng Bujue replied.
Hearing this, Hill spat: "I see..."
"Most thieves find it difficult to escape once they are targeted by the police." Feng Bujue continued, "On the other hand, those criminal thieves... can often escape successfully. The reason... apart from the gap in equipment and personal abilities, mentality is the fundamental.
"When he said this, he had led Hill through an alley and ran towards the bottom of an overpass. "Only when you knock down the wall in your mind can you really have a chance to climb over the wall in reality.
obstacle."
A minute later, the two of them had passed under the overpass and arrived at the door of a second-hand car shop.
squeak--
Soon enough, a police car suddenly appeared from the path in front of them. The driver hit the brakes and made a beautiful swerve, blocking the path in front of the two of them.
The next second, the two police officers quickly opened the door and got out of the car without turning off the engine. They aimed their guns at Brother Jue and Hill.
"Police! Put your hands up! Put your hands on your head..."
boom--
Before one of the police officers could finish his words, he was hit by a roadside trash can.
And the person who "launched" the trash can... was naturally Feng Bujue. He had already reacted the moment the police car rushed out, and used the catapult to absorb a nearby "ammunition" as quickly as possible.
A catapult is different from a gun...as long as the object it ejects is large enough, you don't need to aim accurately. You can hit it with just a casual aim.
"Damn it!" He watched as his partner was knocked unconscious by a flying trash can. Another police officer on the other side of the police car quickly leaned down, used the front of the car as a cover, put his gun on the hood, and pointed
Brother Jue and the others shouted, "Put down your weapons! Otherwise I will shoot!"
"Put down your weapon, or I will kill your partner." Feng Bujue was completely unmoved. Without saying a word, he used the catapult to absorb an "ammunition", raised it in front of him, and in turn threatened the police officers on the opposite side.
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The police officer raised his voice a little higher: "Boy! I'll say it again! Put down the weapon..."
"Shut up!" Brother Jue used his ten-year-old body to yell louder than the other person, and interrupted him hoarsely, "I'm counting to three! If you don't get out before the count is over,
Come out and surrender... The trash can in front of me will hit your unconscious partner at a speed of three hundred meters per second, and he will be disabled for life even if he doesn't die!"
"Officer... I think you'd better do as he said..." Hill had already bent over and hid behind a low wall on the side of the road. After hearing the conversation outside, he raised his voice and spoke to the man.
The police officer yelled, "...This kid can do anything! I advise you not to anger him!"
"One!" Before Hill could finish his words, Feng Bujue had already started counting.
The police officer hiding behind the police car was under great pressure at this time... First of all, he still hadn't realized what the scene was about; secondly, even though he was holding a gun in his hand, he was aiming at where Brother Jue was standing.
place, but all he could see was a trash can...
Obviously, Feng Bujue had already thought of a complete countermeasure before taking action. The trash can that was used as "ammunition" was suspended in front of him, covering most of his ten-year-old child's body; in addition.
Since the police officer was squatting behind the car and taking aim, the shooting angle was also limited... Generally speaking, even if the police officer did fire, the probability of Brother Jue being hit was very slim.
"Two!" Feng Bujue quickly counted to the second time without giving the other party any extra time to think.
"Okay! Okay! I'll come out! Don't mess around!" Under heavy pressure, the police officer still compromised.
After saying twice, he raised the gun in his hand, stood up slowly, and walked around from behind the police car.
Normally, the party in control of the situation should slow down the threatened party as much as possible to prevent the latter from playing tricks.
However... what Feng Bujue chose this time was...
"Where are you holding your shit? I'll stand up for you within three seconds and put the gun on the ground! Otherwise I'll fire... one!" Brother Jue blasted him repeatedly and started counting again.
The police officer really didn't expect it to unfold like this, and he was a little confused at the time: "Okay... just calm down, I'll just..." As he spoke, he took two steps forward quickly.
He leaned over and put the gun on the ground.
did not expect……
boom--
The moment he bent over and lowered his head, Brother Jue threw a trash can at him without hesitation, knocking him out.
When Hill heard the sound and peeked out from behind the low wall, Feng Bujue had already walked to the police car and took away the guns from the two police officers.
"Don't be stunned, come here and drive." Feng Bujue put both guns into his pockets and turned to Hill and said.
"They..." Hill jogged over from a distance and looked down at the two policemen on the ground. "...They're not dead, are they?"
"It's okay, it's just a fainting, a slight concussion at most." Feng Bujue said the terrible line very calmly.
His words were not to comfort Hill, but to elaborate on the facts... If the normal power of the catapult was used, attacking ordinary people at this distance would most likely result in death; but in this script, Feng Bujue
All equipment skills were weakened like his size, which allowed the two policemen to save their lives.
"3204.3204 Please reply. How is the situation over there? Over."
Just as Brother Jue and Hill got into the police car, the intercom in the car rang.
"What to do?" Hill looked at Brother Jue in panic, "They must have reported through the walkie-talkie before they drove out..."
"Then just report it again." Feng Bujue said. He took it out and put it to his mouth to brew for a few seconds. Then the intercom said, "This is 3204. Sorry...it was a false alarm just now."
, everything is normal here, finished."
When Feng Bujue spoke into the intercom using the voice of the police officer just now, Hill turned his head dully and looked at Brother Jue with an expression as if he was looking at God. However, he did not interrupt, but only twitched the corners of his mouth a few times.
And silently accepted this setting...
"Received, all units pay attention, the alarm at 3204 on the southwest side has been lifted, completed." Such a response came quickly from the intercom.
After Feng Bujue heard this, he hung up the intercom with satisfaction, put away the fraud pocket watch, rested his head on his hands, and leaned back: "Drive, lead the way."
…………
At 9:20 p.m., in the castle.
After determining the policy of speeding up the pace, the efficiency of the blade has improved a lot.
After fighting their way out of Castlevania's library, they passed through these two areas respectively. During this period, they encountered countless monsters, big and small, and also defeated several Xiaobo bosses.
Of course, to them, these are nothing... As Tanlang said, the difficulty of this process is nothing more than the level of an ordinary script.
Tanlang's previous reasoning was very accurate - Feng Bujue was indeed busy with other things at the moment, and he had no intention of eliminating his opponent as soon as possible.
Having seen this clearly... the three people at Blade were so powerful that they killed them in the blink of an eye.
"The monsters are really getting stronger..." After killing a giant rooster that sprayed petrifying light from its eyes, Qisha's breathing finally became a little messy.
"And speeding up the pace of the march... objectively speaking, it does consume more physical energy." Brother Long also added.
"Don't worry...we've fought so many games..." Tanlang continued, "How many times have we encountered the enemy at full status? Most of the time...it's not within five skills.
The winner is determined."
"That's true..." Qisha said with a bitter smile, "A master's fight can mean life or death in an instant."
"Why don't I think so?" Brother Long said with a smile, "I often fight with masters for 300 rounds before deciding the winner."
"Haha..." Tanlang also laughed, "There are very few defensive fighting players like you among the top players. It's okay in Thriller Paradise... If it were another game, there would be competitions for players like you to participate.
...The viewing quality will be greatly reduced.”
While they were chatting, their pace did not stop. As they were talking, another red door appeared in front of them.
When the three of them passed through another white corridor, the system prompt arrived as expected:.
"Oh...are we here yet..." Greedy Wolf read as soon as he heard the system prompt, "I am very impressed with this map..." He paused for a second and recalled, "I still remember when I played
When I was playing the Castlevania game, I died here many times, so I checked the guide, and while checking the guide, I read some relevant knowledge about Castlevania."
"Oh? So...are there a lot of instant death traps and the like here?" Brother Long asked suspiciously.
"Or...are the monsters here particularly sharp?" Qisha also asked.
"That's not the case." Greedy Wolf replied, "I realized later that the reason why I always die here... is just because of my handicap."
"Cut~" Brother Long and Qisha said in unison, and both looked at their political commissar with disdain.
"But!" Every qualified political commissar will often use these two words in the middle and later stages of the conversation, and Tanlang is no exception. "According to my observation... the boss of the Clock Tower, we should
You don’t have to fight.”
As he said that, he took out the "treasure map". At this time, in the middle of the treasure map that was originally composed of graffiti, many clear geometric figures appeared, and those drawn outlines...
…It seemed like every space they passed through along the way. (To be continued)
