As the rolling shutter door slowly lowered, Feng Bujue also stood up from behind the counter. At this time, he had already set up the call transfer. As long as Clapton outside the door called the landline on the bank counter again, it would be transferred to him.
On the mobile phone in his hand, of course, the ringing mode of the mobile phone has been set to vibrate, and he has also confirmed that there is no ring tone bound to this number.
Of course, you can check the time in the bank lobby. Feng Bujue glanced at the electronic clock on the wall and said: "It will take them at least seven or eight minutes to ask the hostages about the general situation..." He took the
Taking the key and key card (which I had obtained from the manager), I walked through the door behind the counter, came to the monitoring room, and turned off all the monitoring probes.
Just now, when all the hostages' heads were covered but the call from the police had not yet come, Feng Bujue took the time to walk around the bank and roughly feel the structure of the building. He was very excited.
Clearly, there are only three ways out, first, the main entrance; second, the ventilation duct; and third, the windows of the four or five offices facing the street.
Feng Bujue didn't know the police deployment outside, so he could only rely on speculation.
First of all, there must be someone outside the main entrance. Even if the impact of the cash bombs is still there, it is impossible for him to walk out openly.
Secondly, the windows facing the street are most likely to be stared at. Even if there are not as many police officers there as at the front door, to escape, he has to use pipe wrench to destroy the guardrail outside the window.
In terms of time and concealment, it is very difficult to escape from there.
In the end, only the ventilation duct is left.
Feng Bujue would not take any chances. He firmly believed that with his character and the intelligence of the Gotham City Police, there would definitely be people watching outside the exit of the ventilation duct. After he climbed out, he encountered
There are no more than two situations: the first is to be caught by the police who have already ambushed around; the second is to fall into the sight of one or more snipers in the distance.
"After some questioning, Clapton will know that I am the only one in the bank and there are no other hostages. At this time, he will either send people to attack without saying hello. Or he will call me and ask me to go out and surrender."
Feng Bujue deduced the development of the situation in his mind: "It would be easier to attack by force. As long as I use the Death Poker and the Soul Concentration Technique, I can deal with the police officers who rush in and escape through the window through which they entered.
However... when faced with just one person, the probability of him choosing to negotiate with me is obviously higher. There is no reason for his subordinates to take unnecessary risks and further expand material losses. If after communication, I indicate that I will resist, then he will
It’s not too late to order a strong attack. At that time, he can also use the phone call to stabilize me and create conditions for his subordinates to approach.”
"So, as long as I stay on the phone, the first batch of police officers who enter here will definitely focus most of their attention behind the counter." Feng Bujue said, "This will make it easier for me to send them
Introducing a trap..."
He returned to the lobby and took off the mask of the submachine gun gangster. Then he turned over and jumped into the inside of the counter. He put the relatively intact mask on the head of the money pretending gangster whose face was smashed, and then
, he dragged the body of the gangster who was carrying the money and retreated all the way into the monitoring room.
There are two facilities in the control room that are necessary to seal the escape. The first one is the entrance to the ventilation duct. This thing is found in almost every room except the vault, so it is not surprising; but the second one is only at the counter.
It's only found in the control room, it's the metal roller shutter switch on the bank door.
Feng Bujue placed the body on an office chair in the monitoring room and began to lay a trap...
He pushed the chair to a corner so that its back faced the door. Then he took out the second grenade from the [Endless Grenade Box], tied a metal wire (found in the warehouse) to the pull ring, and then
The grenade was stuffed into the rotten face of the dead body...
In fact, he could have fixed the explosives elsewhere, but... he just wanted to let the metal wire extend from the eye holes of the mask. This may be some kind of unique sense of humor.
Therefore, a metal wire tied to the grenade ring started from the corpse's face, went all the way down, passed through the torso, passed between the legs, and was finally fixed on the rotating shaft under the chair.
This is a good office chair. The backrest is quite high and adjustable. The rotating shaft under the seat plate also operates normally. It can rotate left and right without too much effort. The wheels on the chassis are not stuck.
Feng Bujue was very sure that as long as someone turned or pulled the chair slightly from behind, in four seconds, several more bodies would appear in this area of more than ten square meters.
After he finished doing this, he walked to the wall, held up his hands and jumped onto the top of a locker, where the entrance to the ventilation duct was. He took off the baffle, looked inside, and found that the inside of the duct was quite normal.
It's relatively spacious, and given my size, I can squat in it and turn around.
At this time, the phone at the counter rang. Two seconds later, Feng Bujue's cell phone rang in his pocket. He smiled and said, "Just in time..." He jumped back to the ground, took off the Bluetooth on his cell phone, and
He pressed the answer button and said, "Any advice, officer." As he spoke, he carefully put the phone's body into the corpse's jacket pocket.
Feng Bujue walked to the console, exchanged a few words with Clapton, and then opened the bank door.
"Hands up, get out from behind the counter," Clapton yelled over the phone.
"Haha... I refuse." Feng Bujue was wearing Bluetooth, and his movements were not affected at all. He lightly jumped onto the locker, entered with his legs first, and got into the ventilation duct.
"Haven't you had enough fun? I don't want to see anyone lose their life today." Clapton said again. At the same time, several police officers rushed into the bank, and as expected, they surrounded the lobby.
counter.
Feng Bujue leisurely picked up the baffle from the top of the locker, put it back in place, slowly moved it to the back, and deliberately told Clapton about the call transfer.
Clapton thought for more than ten seconds, then suddenly turned around and ran towards the hostages. He found a bald man among the crowd and shouted anxiously: "Hey! Where can I control those metal doors?"
The bank manager was stunned for a moment and replied: "Behind...the counter."
"Where else is the switch?" Clapton asked again.
"Uh... in... in the control room." The bank manager replied: "Go in from behind the counter. It says employee area on the door. The corridor at the back leads to the warehouse, the employee toilet and..."
Before he could ramble on, Clapton picked up the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and shouted, "Did you hear me?"
"Yes, sir, we are about to go in." A police officer replied. He exchanged glances with three other colleagues who rushed in together and approached the door.
After discovering that the door lock required a key card to open, the police officer decisively fired a shot at the door lock and kicked in the door. They were also very adaptable, leaving one person to continue to guard the lobby, and the other three
Then they cover each other and advance inwards.
"No matter what tricks you are doing, it's over." Clapton picked up the phone again and said to Feng Bujue: "I know you are in the control room. I advise you to put down your weapons and use your hands.
Hold your head and find a place to stand, lest my people kill you."
"Haha... What you think is up to you. I can tell you clearly that I am no longer in that building." Feng Bujue smiled and said, "I think if your reasoning ability is okay, you should
You can realize that in the process of closing the door and opening the door for the last time, I have gone out through the ventilation duct."
"Huh... Really? You liar, can you explain how you escaped from a rooftop that didn't even have a fire staircase? Before that, how did you get under the nose of my sniper?
Out of the vent? Huh?" Clapton sneered.
Feng Bujue was secretly happy when he came up with these two sentences. He replied: "Of course I have my own way. You can ask the hostage how I killed the robber with a submachine gun. After asking,
Maybe you can understand." He smiled and continued: "Okay. Let's end this boring game, officer. I know someone should be recording our conversation, so please write down this paragraph.
The super criminal from another world is about to bring a big gift to Gotham City, and the rain of millions of dollars is just the beginning." After that, Feng Bujue ended the call and crushed the Bluetooth with a pipe wrench.
Already.
Normally, the distance between Bluetooth and the mobile phone must be within ten meters. If there is a barrier in between, it may be less than ten meters, so Feng Bujue did not crawl out very far. Anyway, at his position, it is basically impossible to be exploded.
affected.
It took a while for the three police officers to arrive at the control room, because there were some other rooms along the way, and they had to quickly confirm the situation behind each door before moving forward.
The door of the surveillance room was unlocked, and the police officers pushed the door open and broke in, all looking at the same place.
In the corner farthest from the door, there is an office chair with the backrest adjusted to a very high position. There is a person sitting on the chair. The person's head is exposed above the backrest, and it seems that he has a black mask on his head. His
His hands were placed neatly on the armrests on both sides of the chair, motionless.
The three people shouted: "Don't move! Police, raise your hands!" "Raise your hands! Turn around!" "Turn around quickly! Let me see your hands!"
The other party did not respond.
The three police officers were very experienced. After simple eye contact, one stood at the door and continued to aim his gun at the chair. The other two, one on the left and one on the right, moved forward.
This monitoring room is only such a big place, and the office chair is in the corner. They have to turn or pull the chair to see the face of the person sitting on it, so...
…………
One minute after the explosion, Clapton personally led eight police officers into the bank, while the rest stayed on the street to maintain order and stick to their posts.
He asked two people to guard the entrance of the bank, and two people stood in the two corridors connected to the bank lobby. The remaining four people and himself rushed into the employee area behind the counter.
When he arrived at the control room, Clapton happened to see the fourth police officer who had been staying at the counter. He was the first person to rush in after hearing the explosion. At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, holding his arms in his arms.
He was still holding a dying colleague in his arms. He looked up to the sky and roared: "Oh! God! Lester... no..."
The injured Lester, who was still breathing, was the police officer who was closest to the door when the explosion occurred. As for the other two, they fell bloody and bloody in the control room and died on the spot.
"Call the doctor! Quick!" Clapton shouted to a subordinate next to him, "Quick! Go to the street and let them bring the stretcher in..."
Although he shouted excitedly, he also knew in his heart that Lester might not be able to survive. He probably wouldn't even be able to hold on until he was carried into the ambulance, let alone go to the hospital. Besides... currently on the street
The situation was very chaotic. The ambulance could not get out at all.
"Lester! Lester!" the police officer holding him shouted twice, and then couldn't help crying, "God! Why is this happening..."
"Damn it!" Clapton kicked the wall hard, "This bastard!" He rushed into the control room and ran towards the explosion point. His eyes seemed to burst out of fire, "This is
what happened?"
The walkie-talkies on these police officers were always on, so Clapton could hear the sounds of their actions. He knew that dozens of seconds before the explosion, the three men had seen the target and controlled the situation.
Don't know what happened next...
"Did this bastard pull the bomb on himself..." Clapton knelt down and looked at the charred corpse, "No... the clothes on the deceased were wrong!" He stood up, frowning: "He
Made an explosion trap on other people's bodies? So where did he go?"
In fact, during Clapton's first interview, someone had already mentioned the so-called "strange golden light" and the fact that Feng Bujue could pull out weapons out of thin air. However, Clapton was focused on other information and did not care what these sounds like.
Details that look like nonsense.
It was not until before the explosion that he, under Feng Bujue's instruction, once again focused on the details of the murder of the submachine gun gangster, and realized that the matter was not that simple.
"Is this 'Anonymous' the latest 'super criminal' to emerge?" Clapton grabbed his sparse hair with one hand and gritted his teeth and said, "Has he really escaped?
"Thinking of this, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the sniper responsible for monitoring the rooftop of the building: "Newman, can you be sure that no one has come out of the vent?"
"Uh...yes, sir."
"I mean. Are you 100% sure that your eyes have never moved away from that vent?"
The other party thought for a few seconds: "Well... sir. I can't stare at the same place every second. There may be several intervals of more than ten seconds, and I focus on the street and the gate."
"Damn it!" Clapton cursed, then breathed angrily and adjusted his tone: "Okay, come down, Newman." He adjusted the frequency again: "Other snipers, also withdraw.
Come on, put the rifle back on the equipment truck and go to the street to help." He adjusted another frequency and connected to the tactical team, "Team 2, Team 3, leave three people on the street behind, and everyone else will also arrive.
Come to the bank door to help."
After all, Clapton was the top commander at the scene. Even though he was more angry and frustrated than anyone else, he still had to do his duty and arrange for his subordinates to clean up the mess: "Notify the bureau and send a logistics team to the scene to collect evidence. Others
People, come with me and search every room and corner here to see if there are any other gangsters or hostages." He spoke into the intercom and returned to the corridor.
At this point, Clapton had basically confirmed that he had met a "super criminal."
Feng Bujue's previous series of actions, coupled with his calm attitude, showed that this "Anonymous" was by no means an easy person. His behavior was erratic and unpredictable. He killed the robbers;
took hostages; tricked the police; sprinkled millions of cash on the street; released all the hostages; killed three policemen...
Hero? Outlaw? Robin Hood? Terrorist? Humanitarian? Killer?
He is like a metronome, swinging back and forth between good and evil, exuding an aura of madness, but also possessing meticulous thinking and outstanding action capabilities. If he hadn't heard the hostages describe Feng Bujue's appearance, Clapton
It definitely reminds me of a mental patient in Arkham Asylum.
"Sir, maybe he is still hiding in the ventilation duct?" asked a young police officer in the corridor.
"You're right, then you'll be responsible for checking." Clapton replied with a wry smile. In his opinion, Feng Bujue must have escaped. He would never have imagined that the other party was actually hiding a few meters away from him.
Far away...
"Uh...am I alone? Where to start?" the young police officer asked again.
"Hey... listen, rookie, when you work in Gotham City long enough, you will understand that there are some criminals that cannot be dealt with using conventional methods." Clapton said in a class tone: "Just a few
With just a few seconds of relaxation, they can slip through the sight of a sniper and disappear forever. Some of these guys can fly over walls, some can use their bodies to release nerve gas, and some can bite half of your body off in one bite. Do you think the clown can do that?
Hiding in the ventilation ducts? Two-Face, Riddler, will they hide in the ventilation ducts?" Clapton shook his head: "I've seen too many things like this today... If you want to check it out, go ahead.
, others follow me."
Clapton's thoughts also reflect the thoughts of most police officers in Gotham City. Even Commissioner Gordon cannot deny that the person who can save the city is Batman, and the police's job is to clean up for him
battlefield.
The young police officer held up the hat on his head and replied seriously: "Yes, sir." He looked around for a few times, and his eyes soon stopped at the vent in the control room.
The entrance to the ventilation duct was located at the highest point of the wall, close to the ceiling. Although the explosion deformed the locker, it did not prevent the police officer from climbing up.
With a push of his hands, he flipped his upper body onto the top of the cabinet. After his center of gravity moved to the top, his legs were lifted up as well. Then, he reached out to reach for the baffle of the ventilation duct... (To be continued...
