Sweat flowed from Clapton's forehead, and the nervousness and surprise in his tone could not be concealed: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"I'm helping you understand the situation. Officer Jue replied slowly: "As far as I know, the current police force in Gotham is seriously insufficient, and the casualties of your subordinates are unbearable consequences for you. At this moment, we already have sufficient
Be prepared. It is impossible to enter this building without alerting us. Therefore, if you insist on using a force attack strategy, you will definitely pay a heavy price.
In addition, I have to explain that this bank's vault is an imported product and has an interesting design. Once the power is cut off, the air inside will be sucked out instantly. At the same time, the electronic lock on the door will lock the door when the power is cut off.
A string of numbers is randomly given. At that time, the password we set will also become invalid. We can only contact the European head office that produces this kind of gate, go through a series of complex identification procedures, obtain a special decryption program, and then verify that
Only by decoding the random numbers can the vault be reopened.
It's a pity that the people inside can't wait that long. As long as you cut off the power, even if it is restored immediately, it will be useless. The air will not flow back in. They will suffocate in about a minute, and after three minutes, the lack of oxygen will cause irreversible brain damage.
injury, and five minutes later it's time to think about how to explain the cause of their death to the media and their families.
Of course, you can pray for such a situation, for example...your people, or a certain superhero, are powerful enough to break into this place and subdue us without cutting off the power when we are prepared.
While I'm personally skeptical of this scenario, even if it did happen, I'm sorry to tell you that the situation still won't change.
The life and death of the hostages are still in our hands. In thirty minutes... sorry, twenty-five minutes, it is impossible to forcefully open this vault with external force. Without the password we provide, you can only watch the hostages.
They are suffocating."
"Okay, okay!" Clapton turned his head and shouted to the person next to him, "Let the tactical team stop the action and stay put!" He sighed. Then he said into the phone receiver: "Okay.
Yes, you heard everything, right? Are you satisfied?"
"Yes, I heard you clearly." Feng Bujue smiled and said: "A very wise choice, Officer Clapton." He paused for a second and then said: "Then... please call again in ten minutes.
I. I will tell you our requirements at that time." After that, he hung up the phone.
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The bank lobby was still very bright. Although the row of glass doors at the entrance were blocked by rolling shutters, the lights on the ceiling were still on during the day, so there was no impact.
Feng Bujue stood by the counter. After he finished talking to Clapton, he put down the phone receiver.
The submachine gun gangster had been pointing his gun at Feng Bujue. Of course, he would not trust this inexplicable stranger so easily. As long as Feng Bujue said something like a code on the phone, he would be killed immediately.
.
The other two gangsters were a little further away. They were on both wings of the lobby, holding guns to monitor the dozens of hostages who had been gathered in the center of the lobby.
"Am I right? Just talk nonsense and you can stop their attack." Feng Bujue shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.
"Okay. You got ten minutes of safety time, so what? You still didn't tell me. How should we escape?" asked the submachine gun gangster. At this time, his tone was relatively relaxed and no longer the vicious one.
Mouth.
"In the situation of hostage-taking and confrontation with the police, the most important and basic task of the kidnappers is to count the number of hostages first." Feng Bujue replied. Before the other party could respond, he continued: "According to
I observed that the three of you have not done this yet. Fortunately, I have already counted them for you. Apart from the three of you and me, there are a total of twenty-nine people here." He stretched out his hand and gestured with his palm.
For a moment: "Can you move the muzzle of the gun away from me first?"
The gangster stared at Feng Bujue's eyes for a few seconds, as if in demonstration, and then slowly moved the muzzle of the gun away.
Feng Bujue slowly walked up to the bank manager (a bald middle-aged man wearing glasses) and poked the other person's back with his finger, "Are you the manager here?"
"Yes...yes." The manager's answer was a little trembling. A few seconds ago, he kept lying on the ground with his head in his arms, not daring to breathe. When he heard Feng Bujue's footsteps approaching, he became nervous.
When Feng Bujue's fingers touched him, he was even more frightened.
"Don't be nervous, buddy." Feng Bujue patted him on the shoulder: "I just want to ask, where are the cash bag and the plastic lock used to seal it?"
"Oh... go in... through the door behind the counter. There are many in the warehouse..." the manager replied as he thought.
"Give me the key and key card." Feng Bujue said again.
The bald manager was stunned for two seconds, then nodded and obeyed.
Brother Jue was just speaking to Chief Clapton on the other end of the phone, while he had observed everyone in the lobby and deduced a lot of information based on the various details and characteristics of these people.
.So, he knew very well who the bank manager was, and he also knew that the keys and key cards necessary to enter and exit the employee area were in this guy's trouser pocket.
"What do you want to do?" asked the gangster pretending to be money.
"Of course it's better to control the situation." Feng Bujue replied, "Can I trouble you to take out those things?" He said, handing the key and key card to the money robber.
"When will it be my turn to boss me around..." the money-pretending gangster replied unhappily.
The submachine gun gangster interrupted: "Okay, do as he says." He also added: "Even if he is asked to get it, you have to follow, right?"
The boss spoke, and the gangster who pretended to be money had no choice. He glared at Feng Bujue, took the key, climbed over the counter and walked to the warehouse.
After the gangster left, the submachine gun gangster spoke again and said two words: "Now, what?"
Feng Bujue smiled, and suddenly a golden light appeared in his hand, and a flashing poker flew towards the robber who was only a few meters away from him.
At this distance, the Death Poker's accuracy will not make any mistakes, and the target's throat will be slit in a flash of light.
The submachine gun gangster didn't understand until his death. The unarmed man in front of him didn't make any throwing movements, how could a deadly weapon suddenly fly out of his hand.
"You!" The gunman in the distance saw this scene, and his reaction was not slow. He raised his gun and shot.
Bang bang bang... gunshots rang out continuously. However, Feng Bujue did not dodge or dodge, standing on the spot. He did not activate the [shield] special effect of the poker, but just raised his arms to protect his face.
Things developed just as Feng Bujue expected. The opponent's shooting skills were really bad. In panic, he shot out all the bullets in the pistol, but only two of them hit. Those two bullets were hit by [Echo Armor]
The sound wall was blocked for a moment, and although there were blood holes left on Feng Bujue's abdomen and thigh, the wounds were not serious. The loss of survival value was only 24%.
Feng Bujue silently counted the gunshots in his mind. After the other party finished shooting a bunch of bullets, he calmly put down his arm and took out his submachine gun [Miss Moxxi's Bad Temper] from his bag. He ignored the person who had already fired the bullets.
The guy who ran out of bullets took the lead and aimed at the door where the gangster with money had just entered. He listened to the footsteps of the guy running back and made a prediction. He pulled the trigger at the right moment when he appeared.
"What's going on..." This sentence was interrupted by the sound of gunshots. As soon as the gangster pretending to make money stepped out, he was shot in the face and died on the spot.
"Put down the gun." Feng Bujue had killed two people in a row, but his expression was as calm as usual. His words were obviously directed at the remaining gangster with a pistol.
"Stop dreaming! You bastard!" the pistol gangster roared back. At this time, he had hid beside the wall on the west side of the lobby. There was a compartment with an ATM machine (the ATM machine was embedded in the wall, and the front was
A space similar to a phone booth. It is one meter square and is surrounded on three sides by bulletproof glass with patterns printed on it. The glass door can be bolted from the inside.) Inside, start changing bullets for the pistol.
He didn't know where Feng Bujue took out the weapon, or what was used to kill the boss. He only knew that the murderous guy in front of him definitely didn't care about the life and death of the hostages, so he
The gun in your hand is your final bargaining chip. If you put it down, wouldn’t it mean that you are at the mercy of others?
"I'll count to ten. If you don't come out and surrender, you won't have a chance." Feng Bujue shouted at him.
The pistol gangster's hand was shaking, which affected the efficiency of loading bullets. He was afraid that the other party would rush over immediately. Now that Feng Bujue told him that it would take dozens of blows, he felt more relaxed and felt that he had gained some time.
"One, two, three, four..." Feng Bujue counted one number per second, and the time was very precise. During the seven seconds when he counted to seven, he did the following things: put away the submachine gun, and started from
Take out the [Endless Grenade Magazine] from the bag, take out a [Mark II Hand Grenade (Generated)] from the grenade magazine, put away the [Endless Grenade Magazine], pull the fuse of the grenade and raise an arm, aiming at Sixty-Seven
The uncapped cubicle meters away...
"Eight..." When Feng Bujue counted to this number, he threw the grenade.
The pistol gangster had already loaded the bullet, panting heavily, and said to himself: "Calm down, I can do it, the guy is injured, as long as I rush out and move faster..."
Boom, boom, bang, grunt...
This is the sound of a grenade being thrown from above the compartment, bouncing twice and then landing.
The pistol gangster looked at the grenade at his feet that had its fuse removed. After his brain short-circuited for a second, he uttered the last words of his life. It is a thousand words and can be summed up in four letters: "Fak
.”
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Bang! A loud noise.
Even through the closed iron door, the sound of the explosion was still difficult to conceal.
"What's going on inside? First there was a gunshot, and now something exploded. Is this a terrorist attack?" Clapton couldn't wait any longer. There were still four minutes left before the agreed time, but he still picked up the gun.
phone, and made gestures to colleagues in the surveillance car.
Du-du-du--
"The hostages are fine." Feng Bujue picked up the phone and said directly, "But the time is not up yet. Officer, I hate people who have no sense of time. For this reason, you have to wait for another ten minutes and start counting again from now on." He simply
Not giving the other party any room to interrupt: "If you call in earlier, a few minutes earlier, I will kill a few hostages." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone roughly.
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In the bank lobby, the hostages still did not get up from the ground, because after Feng Bujue killed the three gangsters, he seized the two submachine guns from the gangsters and continued the hijacking...
"Ladies and gentlemen." Feng Bujue said as he dragged his lame leg to the back of the counter and put away the gun holding the money gangster, "From now on, I have the final say here.
.As long as you cooperate with my actions, no one will be hurt.
If everything goes well, in a few hours, you will be sitting at the dining table and sharing dinner with your family. With luck, the married men present will be able to have sex again tonight after a long absence." His tone seemed to be like that.
He was joking with a group of familiar friends, and there was no hint of intimidation at all. "But, if anyone refuses to cooperate with me, or even tries to hinder me..." He pushed an office chair with wheels to the outside of the counter and sat on it.
He went up, held the gun and said: "I will shoot at all the living creatures in sight until the ammunition is exhausted." He paused for a few seconds and scanned the expressions on the faces of the hostages. Then he said: "Understood.
Yet?"
The hostages never expected that after three stupid thieves had just died, another anti-human lunatic appeared. No one dared to meet his gaze, and no one dared to answer the question directly. Some of the hostages were already crying.
Thinking silently about God's blessing.
"Okay, now, that lady in the beige coat, yes, that's you." Feng Bujue said, "Can you please raise your head?"
She was a blond girl in her thirties, with an average figure and appearance. The makeup on her face had been stained by crying, and the clothes on her chest were stained with vomit fluid. After hearing the words, she raised her head and looked
Feng Bujue replied with fear on his face: "Please... please don't hurt me..."
"Don't worry, madam, I don't want to hurt anyone." Feng Bujue said: "I noticed that there is a brown handbag on the ground to your left. I think that is your thing?"
The woman turned her head and glanced at the bag, and then replied: "Yes... yes... you can take whatever you want... just... don't hurt me."
"I would like to ask, ma'am, did you bring your makeup bag today?"
"What?" She was stunned instinctively when she heard the words, but she was afraid that answering too slowly would anger Feng Bujue, so she immediately added: "Yes... I brought it with me."
"Do you have any eyebrow tweezers in your makeup bag?"
"Yes...there is."
"Then, please go over now, open that bag, find your cosmetic bag, take out the tweezers from it, and give it to me." Feng Bujue paused and added: "Don't be anxious, no one is rushing you.
I don’t want you to mess up things because you panic.”
The woman quickly got the tweezers and handed them to Feng Bujue cautiously.
Feng Bujue took the things and said with a smile: "Thank you, please lie down where you were and let me see your hands."
After she lay back down, Feng Bujue turned around and found the bald manager and said, "Mr. Manager, please come here too."
The bank manager looked around, but no one responded. It seemed that it was him, so he had to stand up and walk over.
"Thirty cash bags and sixty plastic locks, please go and get them for me." Feng Bujue said, pointing to the body of the gangster who held the money; "The key and the door are stuck on him, I think.
He won't mind if you take it back." He made a gesture of invitation and tilted his head; "Go ahead."
The body of the gangster who pretended to be money was lying upside down under the door frame behind the counter. It was easy to walk over. The bank manager mustered up the courage to pick up the key and key card from the guy whose head was beaten into a honeycomb and walked to the warehouse.
"Oh, that's right." Feng Bujue reminded loudly: "Don't make me wait too long, otherwise... you know."
"Yes...understood." The bank manager responded and trotted off to get the things.
"Hey, that gentleman in the suit, yes, that's you, please give me your lighter, thank you." Feng Bujue said to another hostage. He could tell who was the hostage just from the nails on his right hand.
The man is a smoker. In fact, through observation, he has obtained various information from these twenty-nine people, such as occupation, marital status, living habits, hobbies, etc...
Feng Bujue put the gun within reach, lightly toasted the tweezers with a lighter, opened the wound and took out the bullet, and without changing his expression, he took out the shrapnel and some of his own flesh...
The hostages who raised their eyes and glanced at him were all stunned. They didn't know that the player's pain had been weakened. They all exclaimed in their hearts: This is a real man...
Feng Bujue quickly took out the two bullets without bandaging them, and the [Bleeding] effect in the status bar stopped on its own. He looked at the survival value, which was still 68%, so there was no need to rush to recover just yet.
At this time, the bank manager also came back with a pile of cash bags and plastic locks. He put these things on the ground in front of Feng Bujue and asked, "Do you have any other instructions, sir?"
Feng Bujue used his eyes to indicate where the other hostages were: "Use locks to tie their hands behind their backs and their feet together, and then put the cash bags over their heads."
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Another ten minutes passed, this time a full ten minutes. After the police technicians were all ready, Clapton picked up the phone and dialed the number in the bank lobby.
After four rings, Feng Bujue picked up the call: "You were on time this time, officer."
"What happened to the hostages in the vault? Are they still alive?" Clapton asked, "What do you want? You can't escape, understand? Listen... I know who just killed the hostages.
It's not you, man, you are a smart man. If you persuade your accomplices to come out and surrender with you, I can plead with the judge for you." When he said the second half of the sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice very low, as if this was the case.
The trading is really good.
"Haha... It sounds like a very tempting offer, but... between a fixed-term prison sentence and impunity, I think the latter is obviously more tempting. Anyway, I have the password to the vault, and when the hostages are rescued...
Or...you can't shoot me before I'm dead, right? Haha..." He smiled proudly, this lie that he thought of at the last moment was indeed a good talisman.
At the same time, the closed bank door was reopened.
As the rolling shutter door slowly rose, the scene that appeared in front of the police was...
