There was a hostage standing in front of the bank gate. His hands and feet were restrained by small but tight plastic locks, and a cash bag was placed over his head.
The glass door of the bank automatically opens and closes horizontally. As long as someone approaches the door, the sensor will be triggered. Therefore, the presence of this hostage keeps the glass door open at all times.
Looking into the bank lobby from the street, the police could see no trace of the other hostages at this moment, and only the person at the door was in their sight.
There were two bodies lying on the floor. One died at the gate and was the hostage shot by the submachine gun gangsters before. The other one fell beside the counter and was unidentified. The police did not know whether the extra body was that of the hostage.
The hostage, and I don’t know how he died. Anyway, the initial judgment is that... it must be related to the gunshots and explosions just now.
As for the bodies of the gangsters who held the money, and the area where the pistol gangster was killed, they cannot be seen from the outside.
"I think you should have binoculars at hand, officer." Feng Bujue said again at this time.
Clapton had no idea what the robber was trying to do, so he just replied: "Yes."
"Pick it up and look towards the counter." Feng Bujue said.
Clapton did not put down the phone. He gestured to the police officer next to him to hand him a telescope.
From where he stood, he could just observe the entire counter, but Feng Bujue had already hid inside the counter, and he had naturally taken the phone on the counter underneath. "Can you see me?" He raised his hand.
He raised an arm, raised the palm of his right hand above the table of the counter, and waved it left and right a few times.
"Yeah, what do you want to do next? Give me the middle finger?" Clapton replied.
"Haha... Forgive me, I can only stretch out my hand to show you, officer." Feng Bujue said with a smile: "Since the glass door remains open now, this means that your sniper can shoot bullets in. Although
I had the combination to the vault as a bargaining chip, but exposing my head to a rifle scope was a risk I was extremely unwilling to take."
"Okay, what do you want? It's been almost twenty minutes since you locked the hostages in the vault, and you haven't told me yet..."
"I want to give you a gift, officer." Feng Bujue interrupted Clapton.
The police officer was stunned for a moment, "You mean...you want to release the hostage at the door? Okay...Then I will have my people come and pick him up immediately..."
"If your people dare to come closer, I will kill the guy at the door." Feng Bujue said.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I let him stand there just to keep the glass door open." Feng Bujue said with a smile: "In this way, I can give the gift to you." As he spoke, a large square object emerged from the
The counter slowly rises.
Clapton, who was watching with a telescope, couldn't believe what he saw.
"This is one cubic foot, tied with paper tape, with a face value of twenty US dollars." Feng Bujue was naturally not holding the object with his hands at this moment, he was using [anti-gravity ejection]
The suction and floating function of the device.
"What are you going to do..." Clapton had a bad feeling.
"I want... like this..." Feng Bujue said, aiming at the right angle and launching the "cash cannonball".
The pile of money passed over the head of the hostage at the gate and flew out of the bank at an oblique angle. As it flew through the air, hundreds of banknotes were already floating out, attracting every policeman, reporter, and citizen on the street.
attention.
The money bomb drew a charming arc in the air, and finally hit the outer wall of the building across the street. It exploded at a height of about three or four stories...
At this time, there happened to be a breeze blowing, and the banknotes... scattered to the whole street.
Five seconds, ten seconds...
People didn't take long to react. When a few people in the crowd behind the cordon reached out to take the money, it was inevitable that the situation would get out of control.
Soon, only the area surrounded by police cars at the main entrance of the bank was left unaffected. Within a few dozen meters of the surrounding area, hundreds of citizens and reporters broke through the police cordon. Even those who were supposed to stop these people
The policeman also quietly bent down.
"Hahahaha..." A maniacal laugh came from the other end of the phone: "You're a running dog of capitalism! Have a taste of sugar-coated bullets!"
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing!" Clapton couldn't bear it and shouted angrily: "You are not a robber! You are a terrorist! Who are you? What organization do you belong to?"
"Haha... I am Bill Gates! The great communist fighter!" Feng Bujue started talking freely and laughed wildly: "I brought you Andrew Jackson (the seventh president of the United States. His portrait is printed on the 20 dollar bill)
(on the banknotes) my sincerest greetings!" As he said this, he sucked up the second "cash bomb" and fired it quickly.
After the second money bomb exploded, the streets fell into complete chaos. After all... the police are also human beings. The police in Gotham City are a high-pressure and high-risk profession. Who can guarantee against temptation? Not long after, even the bank
In the area near the main entrance, many civilians also slipped in. Some of them bent down to search the ground, and some of them danced with their hands in the air and grabbed a lot of them. All of them had a lot in their arms.
In addition, because those banknotes are very new, they can float in the air for a long time. It is as if someone fired a colorful cannon into the sky. The sky is filled with colorful paper and the ground is filled with carnival crowds. This makes
All the snipers in position were ineffective.
"Don't worry about the money! Stay at your post!" Clapton picked up the loudspeaker at hand and shouted: "Look at the bank door for me! Don't let up."
Whether we admit it or not, most people in this world are like this: when others pick up money, they pick up money; when others jaywalk, they jaywalk; when others spit, they spit too.
; In the end, someone went to set fire to the Yasukuni Shrine. He thought about it and went to the street and smashed a Japanese car.
However, there are still a small number of people in this world who are a different kind of people. Maybe in normal times, they will jaywalk or spit, but at critical moments, they can stick to the bottom line.
At this moment, more than half of the policemen at the bank gate are still at their posts, highly concentrated, looking at the rain of money as if it were nothing, trying their best to maintain order. They are also paying attention to the movements inside the bank gate. These people know very well,
What should be done? If they all go to grab the stolen money and let the robbers in the bank rush out in the chaos, the consequences will be even more disastrous.
"Do you like my gift? Mr. Police Officer." Feng Bujue's voice came from the receiver again: "It's not over yet..." He said, and fired a third pile of banknotes. After finishing this round, he said:
"The warm-up is almost done, let's play a guessing game." He paused, "Now, I will release some hostages. And among these hostages, there are some of my accomplices."
"Is this guy mentally ill? He actually took the initiative to tell me such a thing?" Clapton thought in his mind: "Could it be... that he wants to take this opportunity to betray his accomplices?"
"The situation on the street is very chaotic right now. It's impossible for snipers to fire at the area in front of the door, and police cars can't drive out. So, as long as you relax a little, my accomplices will blend into the crowd and escape." Feng Bujue
He was still coaching the three robbers before, but now he started coaching the police again.
Clapton is not stupid. There are only two possibilities for the other party to say these things. Either this "Anonymous" wants to harm his accomplices. Or he is setting up some kind of scam. There is no third possibility. It must be said that there is
, that is seeking death...
"Are the tactical teams on the street behind the bank still in place?" Clapton asked quietly to the person next to him.
"Yes. We have been monitoring the situation, and there is no movement. The iron bars on each window are intact, and we have not seen anyone moving in the room." A police officer replied.
"Are you sure there are no other exits from this building? For example, ventilation ducts or sewers or something?" Clapton asked again.
"There is an exit of a ventilation duct on the roof. Snipers are always watching. No one has climbed out from there yet. In addition, even if the robbers really get on the roof, there is no way down there."
Hearing this, Clapton looked up and saw that the rooftop of the building in front of him was seven or eight meters high from the ground. If he jumped off, he would die or be crippled. The two buildings next to him were both three or four meters away from the rooftop.
Besides, there are guardrails, so the possibility of jumping to the top of other buildings after running can be eliminated.
"Hmph... I want to see how you plan to run away..." Clapton thought to himself.
"Okay, officer, the hostages are coming out, be ready." Feng Bujue said on the other end of the phone, "Call me again after you identify my accomplices." After that, he said again
Hang up the phone.
At this time, I saw several figures popping out from one side of the counter. They also had cash bags on their heads and their hands and feet were tied together.
"After the hostages come out, take off the bags on their heads, but do not untie them. Take them all to the side and keep them under temporary supervision." Clapton's thinking was relatively clear. He was already facing the police officers around him.
, began to lay out countermeasures, "Listen, be careful with everyone, they just look like they are tied up... Do you understand? Maybe someone will suddenly pull out a gun and shoot at you."
On the other side, Feng Bujue seemed to be directing traffic, hiding under the counter and saying: "Yes, guys, that's the direction. Just like I told you before, jump forward eight steps, and then turn ninety to the left."
Du, yes, line up and come one by one. If you hear the person in front of you jump a few meters before you catch up, you will fall down if you are anxious."
Under Feng Bujue's command, the hostages jumped towards the door one by one in an orderly manner.
"Hey! Winston, you can go out now." Feng Bujue then shouted loudly at the hostage standing at the door.
The position and direction in which Mr. Winston was standing and facing were adjusted by Feng Bujue before opening the door. He also said hello that as long as Winston dared to move even half a step forward, he would shoot.
.You must wait for him to shout this voice before Winston can jump forward.
At this moment, after hearing the order, Winston felt as if he had been granted amnesty. The few minutes he stood at the door seemed like years to him, and he was finally able to escape, which made him cry with joy.
But after jumping out of the bank door, what greeted him was not a blanket, an ambulance and concerned greetings, but...
"Sir, please come over here." A police officer opened the cash bag on Winston's head, but did not unlock the locks on his hands and feet. He just dragged him to the side and asked him to first
Sitting on the ground, two other police officers came over and watched him warily.
"What is this for? I'm a hostage!" Winston shouted.
"Please cooperate with us, sir, the robbers may want to sneak out among the hostages." A police officer replied.
"What does this mean? Do you doubt me?"
"Everything is uncertain now. This is also for your safety, sir."
Winston didn't know what to say. Just when he wanted to complain, he saw the money raining in the sky and the crowd around him: "Hey! What's going on? You tied up law-abiding citizens here, but you treated those who robbed stolen money.
Are people turning a blind eye?”
…………
Five minutes later, all twenty-nine hostages had arrived outside the bank. But Feng Bujue, after the last hostage jumped out, lowered the bank's electronic rolling shutter door again.
Next, the work of interrogating and identifying the hostages began intensely.
After preliminary questioning of the hostages, Clapton received a series of information that surprised him.
"Okay. Okay, ladies and gentlemen...be quiet." Clapton said: "Let me sort out the situation...At first, the three robbers who robbed the bank were killed by a hostage single-handedly.
It’s all gone, and that guy is a tough guy with anti-human tendencies, high IQ, and polite..."
"Yes." "That's right." "That's right." The hostages replied in unison.
"He has no accomplices at all, and he has never harmed you, and no one is locked in the vault." Clapton added.
"Yes... no." "That's right." "In a sense, he saved us."
Clapton laughed dryly: "It sounds like he has become a hero. Can anyone explain to me why this anonymous person wants to play these tricks with us?"
"Maybe he is worried about being regarded as an accomplice of the robbers by you." "Yes. Just like us, he is trapped here and is being interrogated by you." "That's right! Let me go! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"
"Okay, let me confirm his appearance with you one last time...Asian, with short black hair. Wearing a long purple suit, right?" Clapton asked.
After getting a positive answer, he went to the phone and dialed the number again.
After beeping five times, Feng Bujue answered: "Any advice, officer."
"Boy, I don't know who you are or what you want to do," Clapton said, "but you're in big trouble."
"Haha...what's the trouble?" Feng Bujue smiled and said, "I'm all ears."
"I know you are not a robber, and your behavior of killing those three people can be interpreted as self-defense, or even bravery for justice, but..." Clapton said: "After you killed them, you continued to hold hostages.
He used this to threaten, trick the police, and throw large sums of cash in the bank onto the street, which is no different from robbing a bank."
"So...please tell me, Officer Clapton." Feng Bujue asked, "Am I a hero or a criminal?" His voice suddenly became very strange, "This answer is very important, please.
Think twice."
"Open the door, come out and surrender, and follow me back to the bureau." Clapton did not answer Feng Bujue's question, but said: "Now you have no hostages. If you don't come out, we will storm in from the main entrance.
."
"Answer my question, police officer." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's request and replied in a more serious tone.
"Of course you are a criminal! Otherwise, who do you think you are?" Clapton shouted: "Hurry up and open the door and surrender."
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue muttered, "Is this your answer... Hum... interesting, really interesting." He thought for a few seconds and then said, "Okay, I'll open the door right away."
The rolling shutter door slowly rose, and the scene inside the door looked the same as when it was closed last time.
"Hands up, come out from behind the counter," Clapton said into the phone.
"Haha...I refuse." Feng Bujue replied.
Clapton had already had enough of the other party. He raised his hand and motioned to several subordinates around him to go in and arrest the person. At the same time, he tried to distract Feng Bujue on the phone: "Haven't you had enough fun? I can't
I don’t want to see anyone lose their lives today.”
Four armed police officers filed in directly from the main entrance, spread out their positions, and surrounded the counter.
Clapton held a phone in one hand and a telescope in the other, observing the situation. When he saw his men approaching the counter, his heart was already in his throat, fearing that Feng Bujue would resist and a gunfight would break out.
Unexpectedly, the next scene was...
The four police officers looked behind the counter with incomprehensible expressions. One of them reacted quickly and immediately said into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder: "Sir, there is no one here."
"What?" Clapton said instinctively.
Feng Bujue on the other end of the phone smiled: "Haha... guess what happened after closing the door just now."
"Search quickly, he must still be in that bank! He must be hiding somewhere!" Clapton was not afraid of being overheard, and said directly to the intercom.
"Hmph...are you sure?" Feng Bujue sneered.
Clapton said into the phone receiver again: "I clearly called the counter..."
"Use call forwarding." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "I was lying to you when I said the dead man's cell phone was out of battery. His cell phone had a lot of power, and it's still in my hand."
Clapton was a little belated at this moment. The other party covered the heads of the hostages, tied their hands and feet, and then said "I have accomplices mixed in". To put it bluntly, it was just to create suspicion and delay time.
Clapton thought in his mind: What he did and said before, one after another, until the door was closed... He knew very well that after that, I would be able to learn everything from the hostages.
All his lies will be exposed in front of me. But what I don’t know yet... is what he did between closing the door and opening the door at the end... (To be continued...)
