"With this situation, it will be difficult even for me to escape." Feng Bujue muttered: "If I activate the spiritual consciousness gathering technique to rush out, even if these three guys can't hit me, the police outside will kill me.
Shoot it into a sieve."
The gangster who was responsible for guarding the door walked past Feng Bujue. Feng Bujue raised his head slightly and looked back, and found that the elevator door behind him had disappeared and turned into a wall. Obviously,
Only the players can see the entrance to the script, and they will disappear as soon as they come out. The characters in the plot turn a blind eye to these, and maybe there is nothing here in their eyes.
"Let's take a look at the situation first..." Feng Bujue decided to wait and see the development of the situation, and temporarily turned his attention to the game menu.
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Until now, Feng Bujue has not reviewed the five opponents in this script, so he would like to take a look at them now.
It doesn't matter if you look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.
"Is there any mistake? There are three people who are among the twenty in the combat power rankings?" Feng Bujue only needs to enter the mall once, and he will take a look at the status of each ranking. With his memory ability, he will naturally
I have all the famous individual clubs and societies in my mind.
"I remember that this thirty-level person named [Wu Shi Shen Xuan] is one of the four masters of [Order]'s 'Drunken Life, Dream of Death'... He is on the same level as the guy who smokes, drinks, and perms his hair! There is also this same three
The eleventh level [Seven Kills] seems to be the third person in Brother Long's club..." Due to frequent forums, Feng Bujue can now basically call out the nicknames of star players in major studios, "Hey
...The guy named [Shiva] at Level 32 is the boss of the [Gods], right? His level ranking is also at fifth place! He’s the same as the top four at Level 32, right?”
In addition to these three names, among the other two people, there is another one whom Feng Bujue has met in the team survival mode, whose nickname is [I’m not afraid], "This girl is not a gas-efficient lamp..." He
He already felt something bad in his heart, "Wait a minute... could it be... except for me, these five people are all among the top twenty in terms of combat effectiveness?"
Feng Bujue instinctively thought about the worst case scenario. Sadly, he was right again...
[Wu Shi Shen Xuan], Level 31, male, Order Studio, eighth in the combat effectiveness rankings.
[Shiva], level 32, male, studio of the gods. Ranked second in combat effectiveness.
[Seven Kills], level 31, male, Blade Studio, fifteenth in the combat effectiveness rankings.
[I’m not afraid], level 30, female, Jianghu Studio, 20th in the combat effectiveness rankings (anonymous).
[Shadow King]. Level 30, male, individual professional player, ranked 19th in combat effectiveness (anonymous).
The above are the five people Feng Bujue has to deal with. In terms of level, they are obviously higher than him, and in terms of combat effectiveness, they should be more than able to stabilize him.
If there was a "Comprehensive Player Strength Ranking" in Thriller Paradise, then Feng Bujue would definitely be ranked very high. And among the five above, some of them might fall directly out of the top fifty.
But the reality is that there is no such list, because "resourcefulness" is really impossible to quantify...
Therefore, from the perspective of a bystander, or from the perspective of any one of the other five players, one would think that Feng Bujue is the weakest player in this killing game.
However, there are benefits to being viewed as weak by others.
As the saying goes, the first shot kills the bird. In this kind of indiscriminate melee mode, everyone's focus will naturally be on Shiva, the strongest one on the surface; there will inevitably be a few against Wu Shen Xuan and Qisha.
They are very afraid of each other; But Cai Bu Ai Na and Zhao Ying Wang are both anonymous on the combat effectiveness list. The three big shots have probably never heard of them, and they don't know each other, so they will be looked down upon relatively speaking.
As for Feng Bujue... I glanced at the game menu, saw the names of several other opponents, and finally saw a line: "Crazy Bujue, 28, Surviving." I must have had a series of reactions in my mind.
...I don’t know him, he’s the lowest level, let’s fight against the five scum.
Under such a premise, the "weakest" Feng Bujue can easily be overlooked or even ignored... Others will not spend a lot of energy to guard against or assassinate him, which can be regarded as an advantage.
.
Of course, not everyone takes it for granted that he is the weakest.
Wu Shenshenxuan once heard Meng Jingchan mention the name "Crazy Bujue", but unfortunately he didn't take it seriously and soon forgot it.
Qisha also heard Long Aomin introduce this guy who was suspected of being a serial killer, and then...he didn't remember it either...
Shiva and King Zhaoying, on the other hand, have no impression of Brother Jue's nickname at all.
The only thing I'm not afraid of is that my sister will recognize this guy and remember him clearly... At least in her opinion, Feng Bujue is not easy to deal with at all.
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"Asshole! I told you to hide!" The gangster who went to find a way out soon returned to the lobby and dragged someone back.
The man should be an employee of the bank. He was wearing a bank uniform, sweating profusely and looking frightened.
"What's going on?" the gangster with a submachine gun asked while sneakily looking outside the bank.
"He was hiding in the toilet talking to the police on his mobile phone," the gunman replied.
The gangster who was holding the money interrupted and asked: "Have you found any other way out?"
"There are almost bars outside the windows, the toilet window is too small, and there are police on the streets behind."
"Damn it!"
"Give me his cell phone." The submachine gun gangster said again at this time.
His accomplice had already snatched the phone away just now and threw it to him upon hearing this.
He took the phone, looked at the screen, and then pressed the speed dial button. After only three seconds, the call was connected.
"How's it going? Sir, are you okay? Why was it interrupted just now..." A police officer lowered his voice and spoke quickly.
But the submachine gun gangster interrupted him: "No, he has something, something serious." He gestured to his accomplices to bring the man over.
The gangster with the pistol understood and stepped forward to kick the man. The bank employee had no choice but to surrender under the gunpoint and walked toward the bank gate tremblingly.
"Listen, bastard, listen to my terms." After the submachine gun gangster got this mobile phone, he didn't have to risk his head to shout out. He hid behind the wall and said to the police officer on the other end of the phone: "Get ready for me.
A helicopter, and a pilot, have all your people evacuate three blocks away." Before he finished speaking, he put down his submachine gun, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and immediately pulled the trigger.
The bank clerk fell down in response, and blood spurted all over the wall and the floor. This scene happened in front of the bank gate, and was completely displayed in front of the police, citizens behind the cordon, and reporters on the street.
The submachine gun gangster raised his voice and said to the mobile phone and the hostages in the bank lobby at the same time: "From now on until I see the helicopter, I will kill a hostage every ten minutes. Anyone who wants to play tricks will end up with him."
Same!" After saying that, he ended the call.
"Oh God..." The gangster holding money pressed his forehead with one hand, looking at the corpse on the ground, his breathing became rapid: "Huh... God... God... you killed him, this..." He
Suddenly he couldn't help but pulled off his mask and vomited on the floor.
There were many women among the hostages. Just now they saw plasma spraying out, but they were too scared to respond in time. Now the one vomited, causing a chain reaction. Many hostages lying on the ground changed to a kneeling position and also vomited.
come out.
"You idiot! You act like a bitch, you are such a waste!" the submachine gun gangster cursed, and then he picked up the submachine gun again. He shouted at the hostages, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Who told you to get up! Give them all!
I lie down! Hold my head in my hands!"
"People inside, listen, I'm a negotiator for the police. I don't have any weapons on me. Can you let me come in and talk to you?" A middle-aged man came to the door of the bank at this time, holding a loudspeaker in his hand.
, not wearing a police uniform.
Ta-ta-ta
He was responded to by firing from a submachine gun, but the bullets were fired at the ground, and the shooter only stretched out the muzzle of the gun and fired wildly, without ever taking aim.
"There are eight minutes left, I will kill another hostage!" This sentence was the gangster's response.
After the money-pretending gangster finished vomiting, he seemed to feel better. After he regained his breath, he said: "Maybe... uh... maybe we should listen to what he wants to say..."
"Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth!" the submachine gun gangster yelled, "I'm in charge here!"
"The helicopter won't come." A strange voice said.
Since all the hostages in the lobby were too frightened to speak, Feng Bujue's words clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"Who is it?" asked the submachine gun gangster: "Which bastard is talking?"
"It's him!" The pistol robber was closest to Feng Bujue, and he heard clearly, "It's the kid in the long purple suit."
"You, guard the door for me for a while." The submachine gun gangster said to the gangster holding the money. After hearing the words, the latter stooped and walked towards the door.
After the two of them alternated, the submachine gun gangster walked straight to Feng Bujue, "Get up, you bastard!" He grabbed Feng Bujue's hair and lifted it up, causing him to change from a lying position to a kneeling position, "What did you say?
?Say it again."
Feng Bujue looked up at the other party passively, with a calm expression on his face: "I said, the helicopter you want won't come, let alone eight minutes, even if it takes eighty minutes, it won't come."
"Bastard..." The gangster fiercely pressed his submachine gun against Feng Bujue's forehead: "You think you are smart? Huh? Tell me! Who are you? Are you also a policeman? Ah? Or do you want to trick me? Do you want to show off?
hero?"
"I am an insignificant little person. I just want to remind you that the two-lane road at the door, even including non-motorized lanes, is not wide enough for a helicopter to land." Feng Bujue's answer was very skillful, he was understated.
He avoided explaining his identity and immediately changed the topic to the part that the other party would be interested in, "Even if the police really call in the helicopter, it won't be able to stop at the gate. You have to at least go to the one closest to here.
You have to cross a crossroad to get up. In the process, you must walk out of the bank gate and be exposed to the sight of snipers." He paused: "You have already killed a hostage. In view of the current situation in Gotham City these days.
, I believe the police already have sufficient reasons to shoot you dead on the spot..."
"Oh! Oh my god..." The gangster pretending to be money heard these remarks on the wall near the door. He immediately covered his head with one hand and cried with extreme fear: "What on earth have we done..."
"Okay! Shut up!" The submachine gun gangster yelled at the annoying accomplice again, then looked at Feng Bujue, let go of his hair, and said, "Huh... is this what you want to say?"
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Feng Bujue replied: "By the way, I will tell you the police's next action strategy. In a few minutes, they will claim that it is very difficult to call the helicopter. Please don't kill any more hostages for the time being.
Wait a few more minutes. During this time, they will intensively arrange the tactical team and arrange the snipers." He thought clearly and spoke very fast, regardless of whether the other party could digest it: "According to your ten
The plan of killing a hostage every minute and waiting for the helicopter to help you escape is nothing more than two endings:
1. After you kill a certain number of hostages, the police claim that helicopters have arrived, lure you out and kill you.
2. After you kill a certain number of hostages, the police will attack by force.
As for what the police will do, it depends on the amount of intelligence they have. The most critical point is whether they know the number of robbers. It is a pity that you killed the gentleman who communicated with the police. If he was still alive,
You can also ask him how much he revealed to the police about the situation here, but now..."
Feng Bujue sneered: "In addition, I would like to remind you that at any next minute, a 'vigilante' may intervene in this matter, Nightwing, Robin, Huntress, Black Canary
…Wait a minute. With all due respect, as long as one comes, I’m afraid the three of them will be captured alive.”
He took a long breath and looked at the stunned gangster in front of him. He added: "About ten minutes ago, the excessive secretion of adrenaline has put you on the verge of losing control. The escape method you thought of during the hostage-taking stage
, is worse than the plan you thought of during the robbery planning stage." He said in a mocking tone: "Ha... of course. If that can be called a 'plan'." He smiled: "At the same time, you were impulsive and
The act of killing has also put you and your accomplices into a situation with no way out. If you don't want to die or go to jail today, you'd better think of something else immediately, otherwise..." He imitated the sound of a clock,
Teasing each other: "Tick tick tick... time waits for no one, the superheroes will come at any time."
"Who...are you..." After listening to Feng Bujue's analysis, the submachine gun gangster really calmed down a bit and was no longer in a murderous state.
Feng Bujue observed the eyes of the three gangsters respectively, and then, with a sneer on his face, he stood up without any scruples, "This is still a very minor issue. At this moment, the most important thing for you...
…how to escape.”
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Five minutes later, the metal roller shutters (electronically controlled, not the kind that can be pulled down manually) behind the bank's row of glass doors began to slowly descend and quickly closed.
From this moment on, the police on the street and the kidnappers in the bank all lost the way to observe each other's movements.
Almost at the same second that the rolling shutter door was completely closed, the phone that the police had just used to communicate with the robber rang.
The bank employee who had been shot and killed first called the police while hiding in the toilet. The call was not interrupted until the police arrived, and his number was directly transferred to another person at the scene.
On the police phone.
"I'm Officer Clapton." Clapton, who was in charge of the scene, answered the phone and said.
"Hello, officer." Feng Bujue's voice came from the phone: "I think you must have noticed that I and the gentleman who just talked to you are not the same person." He paused for a second and answered.
Said: "But this should be good news for you. From now on, I will take over the communication work. You can call me Anonymous."
"How are the hostages doing now? Are they all safe?" Clapton said impatiently: "Listen...the helicopter still needs..."
"Forget the helicopter, officer, it was just a joke." Feng Bujue interrupted: "As for the hostages, they are safe. I can assure you that the rough scene just now was just an accident. I think you and I both
You don’t want to see such a scene happen again, don’t you?” He chuckled twice, which made the other person shudder.
"Listen... if you come out and surrender now..." Clapton replied.
"There are two things I want to say. First, this phone is almost out of battery. Next, please call me on the phone at the bank counter. I don't think I need to tell you the number?" Feng Bu said.
Jue said and hung up the phone.
"Hurry up..." Clapton waved to his colleagues in the surveillance and command vehicle behind him.
All the staff in the back car heard the content of the call. Before Feng Bujue finished speaking, they had already taken action and connected the call in less than a minute.
Clapton listened to the beeps from the microphone for a few seconds, and then Feng Bujue's voice came again: "The second thing..." He got straight to the point: "If my guess is correct, a piece of equipment
A well-trained and well-trained team is now beginning to invade the building where I am. I know that they only need to use tools to remove a few iron railings, and they can easily enter through the windows on the first floor. There are at least five rooms.
It can be used as a breakthrough to enter. Then, they will approach quietly to confirm our number and location. Then, at a time they think is appropriate and they are sure of it, your people will cut off the power from the outside and plunge this place into
It was pitch black. Finally, before we could react, several strong men wearing night vision goggles had disarmed and subdued us."
Clapton covered the microphone with his hand and turned his face. The expression on his face was extremely exciting. "Is there a traitor?" he lowered his voice and asked the person next to him.
Feng Bujue's words continued: "The above situation is something I extremely don't want to see, so I thought of a preventive measure." He paused and narrated in a leisurely tone: "I have already prepared part of the situation.
The hostages were moved to the vault, and the password of the gate was changed. Depending on the size of the room and the number of them...well...the oxygen can last for about thirty minutes." (To be continued...)
