In the next two days, Liang Jing took Zhao Yang around various scenic spots in Kyoto. *Literature Museum* Zhao Yang had longed for many places in Kyoto. Many of them were only mentioned in textbooks and Seeing it on TV, being able to go to these places in reality now gives Zhao Yang a different feeling.
"Hey, why are there so many people around in front of you? What happened?" Liang Jing looked at the place where the crowd gathered not far in front and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
Zhao Yang looked intently and shook his head slightly, "I don't know what the specific situation is. But it seems like something big happened. There are police cars surrounding it, and there are many policemen with live ammunition..."
After thinking for a while, Zhao Yang said again: "Sister Jing, why don't we go over and take a look."
"Yeah, that's fine!" Liang Jing nodded, she was also curious about what happened.
After a while, Zhao Yang and Liang Jing walked together to the crowd in front of them. After getting closer, both Zhao Yang and Liang Jing saw the long security cordon that had been pulled up by the police in front of the crowd. There were many police officers maintaining order and preventing the crowd from approaching the cordon.
Within the cordon, there were police cars surrounding a building about ten stories high. A policeman with a loaded gun was hiding in every corner or behind a bunker, pointing his gun at the building in front of him. In front of the main entrance and on the roof.
"Looking at this situation, there are probably terrorists or robbers in the building." Zhao Yang glanced at the scene in front of the crowd and couldn't help but whisper to Liang Jing next to him.
Liang Jing stood close to Zhao Yang and held Zhao Yang's arm with her hand to avoid being squeezed away by the crowd. After hearing Zhao Yang's words, she also nodded and said: "Well. If nothing else, it should be That’s it.”
After a pause, Liang Jing added: "The building in front is from a museum. Maybe there are robbers who want to rob the things in the 'museum'?"
While Zhao Yang and Liang Jing were chatting in low voices, behind a police car ahead, a policeman in his forties was holding a loudspeaker and shouting loudly at the museum building...
"People inside, listen, you have been surrounded. Release the hostages immediately, put down your weapons and surrender. This way you can win leniency..."
The policeman was suddenly interrupted by a gunshot from the roof of the museum just as he was speaking.
The sudden sound of gunfire startled the crowd watching outside the cordon, causing a commotion. The police who were maintaining order were shouting loudly with loudspeakers to evacuate the crowd.
However, although some people left out of fear of being in trouble, many more people did not leave, and bravely continued to watch the fun.
When the police saw that the crowd was unwilling to leave, there was nothing they could do. Fortunately, the cordon that had been set up was far enough away. As long as the crowd did not rush into the cordon, there was basically no chance of being affected.
"People below, listen to me. If you don't want the hostages to be in any danger, immediately prepare a helicopter for me and fly to the top of the building. If you dare to do anything on the helicopter, then don't blame me for being cruel!"
A voice came from the top of the building. Immediately afterwards, a robber with a black hood covering his head, only two eyes showing, and a gun holding a hostage in one hand approached the edge of the building and pointed the gun. Holding the hostage's head.
The hostage had a gun pointed at his head and was looking down at the bottom of a dozen-story building. He was suddenly trembling with fear and his face turned pale.
Seeing this scene, the policeman who had just shouted quickly spoke to calm the robber and started negotiations with him...
At the same time, in a hidden corner on the other side of the building, a small group of heavily armed special operations personnel were quietly approaching the building.
"How's it going? How long does it take to open it?" In the museum, a hooded robber asked the robber who was busy in front of another tempered glass safe.
Hearing this, the robber hurriedly replied: "The password of this lock is relatively complicated. It will take at least half an hour to open it!"
"More than half an hour..." The robber who asked the question before had a hint of impatience in his voice, "Isn't there any other faster way?"
The robber in question shook his head and said: "No. The tempered glass used in this museum is the latest special tempered glass. Even if it is exploded with TNT explosives, there is no way to blow it open. It can only be done slowly.
You have to slowly unlock the combination lock on this cabinet to open it."
After hearing the explanation and questioning, the robber waved his hand and said: "Get out of the way first, let me try!"
After saying that, the robber immediately walked to the tempered glass cabinet, and then took off the black gloves on his hands, revealing an extremely white palm.
The robber put his palm on the tempered glass cabinet, and suddenly his palm glowed with a bright blood-like red light, and then he saw the nails on his palm growing crazily and turning into,
In the blink of an eye, it became nearly ten centimeters in length, and the nails were extremely sharp, like sharp daggers, shining with a cold light.
Seeing this scene, the robber next to him who had just been unlocking the door seemed to be stunned. He looked stupidly at the robber whose fingernails became inhuman, and his pupils shrank sharply, full of horror and disbelief.
color!
"You, you, you..." The robber who opened the lock pointed at the robber who turned into a nail, and was so surprised that he was completely speechless.
Perhaps hearing the surprised voice of the robber who unlocked the door, the other robbers who were on guard around him couldn't help but turn around curiously.
When they saw the robber's hands standing in front of the tempered glass cabinet, which were shining with blood-red light and had sharp and slender nails that were completely unlike human hands, everyone was stunned. The firearms in his hands were almost gone.
Unable to hold on, he fell down.
"This this……"
The robbers around looked at each other in shock, and then turned their attention to the robber in front of the tempered glass cabinet, seemingly at a loss.
Aware of the strange gazes and atmosphere around him, the robber standing in front of the tempered glass cabinet couldn't help but glance at the other robbers around him. His pupils were filled with a rich dark brown color like gems.
There was still a faint glint of blood in the depths.
"snort!"
At this time, the robber let out a cold snort from his nose.
This cold snort seemed to contain some mysterious power, which made the robbers around them involuntarily shudder, and a chill of fear rose in their hearts.
Subconsciously, all the robbers withdrew their gazes, not daring to look any further.
Seeing this, the robber standing in front of the tempered glass nodded with satisfaction, and then he scratched the tempered glass cabinet with his sharp, slender, terrifying fingernails.
'Crunch!'
The robber's nails scratched the tempered glass cabinet hard, making a sharp and harsh sound. However, there was no scratch left on the tempered glass cabinet.
Seeing this scene, the robber seemed very dissatisfied. He suddenly raised his hand and waved it fiercely at the tempered glass cabinet.
A burst of blood flashed across like lightning, and the tempered glass cabinet made a harsh sound, but the cabinet still left no trace.
"Damn it! This cabinet is so strong. I can't even leave any traces on it!" The robber punched the cabinet with hatred.
Then he glanced at the frightened robber next to him and said, "You, hurry up and continue to open the lock for me! You must open this combination lock for me as quickly as possible, you know?"
When the robber who opened the lock heard this, he nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice, and responded in a silent voice: "Yes, yes. I will try my best to open this combination lock as quickly as possible!"
After saying that, the robber who unlocked the door hurried forward and continued to crack the combination lock on the tempered glass cabinet.
"Is this thing what the family is looking for?"
The robber with sharp and slender nails stood in front of the tempered glass cabinet and looked at the very old, bronze, compass-like object displayed in the cabinet, muttering to himself in a low voice.
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Taking a deep breath, another blood-red light flashed on the exposed palm of the robber. The next moment, his palm returned to that of a normal person, and the sharp and slender nails suddenly disappeared.
Slowly putting on his gloves, the robber stared at the 'bronze' in the display cabinet and muttered to himself: "I hope I didn't make a mistake. Otherwise, I would have spent so much money this time. If I made a mistake, I would go back with nothing."
, then how will I still have a place in the family in the future?"
While the robbers were talking to themselves, the small group of special forces who quietly approached the museum had already lurked inside the museum and began to eliminate the outermost security personnel of the robbers...
At the same time, the policeman outside who was responsible for negotiating with the robbers continued to bargain with the robbers on the roof, stalling for time.
Everything seemed to be going very smoothly according to the plan planned by the police. The members of the special forces successfully lurked into the museum and began to remove the peripheral security of the robbers. The robbers seemed completely unaware of their presence.
People are being eliminated by special forces members who have infiltrated the museum.
According to the police's plan, after the special operations team members who sneaked into the museum have a clear picture of the situation in the museum, especially after finding out whether there are any hostages inside and the safety of the hostages, the next step will be taken.
But, will everything really develop as the police imagined?
