Thriller Paradise Chapter 260: The battle for the cloak (2)

"In this situation, it's hard for me to get out." Feng Bujue muttered: "If you use the Spiritual Sense Gathering Technique to rush out, even if these three guys can't hit me, the police outside will also Will shoot me into a sieve."

The gangster who was in charge of guarding the door walked past Feng Bujue. Feng Bujue looked up slightly and found that the elevator door behind him had disappeared and turned into a wall. Obviously, only they can see the entrance of the player into the script, and the player will disappear as soon as they come out. The characters in the plot are blind to these, and there may be nothing in their eyes.

"Let's take a look at the situation first..." Feng Bujue decided to wait and see the development of the situation. He temporarily focused his attention on the game menu.

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Up to now, Feng Bujue has not checked the five opponents in the script, so he just took advantage of this to take a look.

It doesn’t matter if you look at it, I was surprised.

"Have you made a mistake! Are there three people who are in the 20th place in the combat power rankings?" Feng Bujue would take a glance at each ranking once he entered the mall. With his memory ability, Naturally, all the well-known individual associations on the list are in my mind.

"I remember this thirty-first level called [Wu Si Shen Xuan], is one of [Order]'s four masters of'Drunk Life, Dream of Death'... it belongs to the same level as smoking, drinking, and hot hair! This same level 31 [Seven Kills] seems to be the third person in Long Ge’s club..." Because he often visits forums, now Feng Bujue can basically call out the nicknames of celebrity players in major studios. "Hey... the guy named [Shiva] at the thirty-second level is the boss of [the gods], right? He is also on the fifth place in the ranking list! Same as the top four, it’s thirty-two, right? "

In addition to these three names, one of the other two has been encountered by Feng Bujue in the team survival mode. Nickname [I’m not afraid of it], "This girl is not a fuel-efficient lamp..." He was already feeling bad, "Wait...could it be that... the five people except me are all in front of the ranks in combat power. Twenty people?"

Feng Bujue instinctively thinks about the worst, sadly. He's right again...

[Wishing Death and Shenxuan], Level 31, male, Order Studio, eighth in the battle list.

[Shiva], Level Thirty. Male, Studio of the Gods, ranked second in the combat power rankings.

[Seven Kills], Level 31, male, Blade Studio. The fifteenth in the combat power rankings.

[I'm not afraid], level 30, female, Jianghu studio, 20th in the combat power list (anonymous).

[The King of Shadows], level 30, male. Personal professional player, the nineteenth in combat power ranking (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, he should be more than one to stabilize him.

If Thrillerland has a "Comprehensive Player Ability List", Feng Bujue must be ranked very high. As for the top five, a few may fall directly out of the top fifty.

But the reality is that there is no such list. Because the "intelligence" thing is really impossible to quantify...

So, from the perspective of an observer, or from the perspective of any one of the other five players, Feng Bujue would be considered the weakest one in this killing game.

However. It is also good to be regarded as weak by others.

As the saying goes, the Dao spear shoots the first bird. In this mode of indiscriminate melee, everyone’s focus will naturally be on Shiva, the strongest person on the bright side. It is bound to There will be a little bit of jealousy; and I’m not afraid of it, and the King of Shadows, are anonymous on the combat power list. The three big men may have never heard of them, and they don’t know each other, so they will be affected relatively. contempt.

As for Feng Bujue... I glanced at the game menu and saw the names of several other opponents, and finally saw a line of words: "Crazy, 28, surviving", presumably a series of words in his mind The reaction is... don't know, the lowest level, fight the five scum.

Under such a premise, the "weakest" Feng Bujue can easily be ignored or even ignored... Others will not devote much energy to guard against or assassinate him. Kind of advantage.

Of course, not everyone takes it for granted that he is the weakest.

Wu Si Shen Xuan once heard Meng Jing Chan mentioned the name "Crazy Unconscious", but it was a pity that he didn't take it seriously and soon forgot.

Seven Kills also heard Long Aomin introduce this suspected serial murderer, and then... he didn't remember...

While Shiva and King Zhaoying have no impression of Jue's nickname at all.

The only thing that is not afraid that the girl will recognize this guy, and the memory is still fresh... At least in her opinion, Feng Bujue is not easy to deal with at all.

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"Asshole! I'll let you hide!" The gangster who was looking for a way out returned to the lobby not long after, and dragged someone back.

The man should be an employee of the bank. He was wearing the uniform of the bank, sweating profusely, with a look of panic on his face.

"What's the matter?" The gangster with the submachine gun asked while sneaking out of the bank.

"He is hiding in the toilet and talking to the police on his cell phone." The pistol gangster replied.

The gangster who was pretending to be money interrupted and asked: "Did you find another way out?"

"Almost there are fences outside the windows, the toilet window is too small, and there are police officers on the streets behind."

"Damn it!"

"Give me his phone." The submachine gun gangster said again.

His accomplice had already seized the phone just now, and threw it to him upon hearing this.

He took the phone, looked at the screen, and then pressed a speed dial button. After only three seconds, the call was connected.

"How is it? Sir, are you okay? How did you stop just now..." a police officer lowered his voice and said quickly.

But the submachine gun gangster interrupted him aloud: "No, he has something, something very serious." He gestured to his accomplices to bring the man over.

The pistol gangster knows, he stepped forward and kicked the man. The bank employee could only submit at gunpoint and walked tremblingly towards the bank gate.

"Listen, stinky note. Listen to my terms." After the submachine gun gangster got the phone, he didn't have to risk the probe to go out and shout. He hid behind the wall and said to the police officer on the other end of the phone:" Get me a helicopter and a pilot. Let all your people evacuate to three blocks away." Before he could say anything, he put down his submachine gun, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and pulled the trigger immediately.

The bank clerk fell down, blood sprayed all over the wall, and this scene happened in front of the bank's gate. It 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: "From now on, until I see the helicopter, I will kill a hostage every ten minutes. If anyone wants to play tricks, The end is the same as him!" After all. He interrupted the call.

"God..." The money-pretending gangster pressed his forehead with one hand and looked at the corpse on the ground. His breathing became rapid: "Hoo...God...God...you killed him, this... …" Suddenly he could not help pulling off the mask and vomiting on the floor.

There were already many women in the hostages, but they just saw the blood plasma spraying out because they were too afraid to react. Now that person vomited, causing a chain reaction, and many of the hostages who were lying on the ground changed to kneeling positions and vomited.

"You idiot! It's like a nymph, what a waste!" The submachine gun gangster cursed, and he picked up the submachine gun again and yelled at the hostages, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Who made you get up." ! Get down on the ground for me! Hold your head with your hands!"

"Listen to the people inside. I am a police negotiator. I have no weapons. Can I come in and talk to you?" A middle-aged man came to the door of the bank and held it in his hand. Loudspeaker, no police uniform.

DaDaDa——

The response to him was a burst of submachine gun fire, but the bullet hit the ground. The shooter just stretched out his muzzle and shot wildly, and had not aimed the probe.

"In eight minutes, I will kill another hostage!" This sentence was the culprit's response.

After the pretending gangster vomited, he seemed to feel better. After he breathed well, he said: "Maybe...er...maybe we should listen to what he wants to say..."

"Shut up! Shut your stinky mouth for me!" The submachine gun gangster shouted: "I am in charge here!"

"Helicopters won't come." An unfamiliar voice sounded.

Since all the hostages in the lobby were too frightened to speak out, Feng Bujue's words clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Who is it?" The submachine gun gangster asked: "Which **** is talking?"

"It's him!" The pistol gangster is the closest to Feng Bujue. 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 who pretended to be money, and the latter slumped toward the door when he heard the words.

After the two alternated, the submachine gun gangster walked directly to Feng Bujue's side, "Get me up, you bastard!" He grabbed Feng Bujue's hair and lifted it up, changing it from a prone position to a kneeling position." What did you say? Say it again."

Feng Bujue looked up at him passively, with a calm expression on his face: "I said, the helicopter you want won't come, let alone eight minutes, even if it's eighty minutes, it won't come. "

"Asshole..." The gangster used a submachine gun against Feng Bujue's forehead viciously: "You think you are smart? Huh? Say! Who are you? Are you a policeman? Ah? Or do you want to fool me? Want to be a hero?"

"I am an insignificant little person. I just want to remind you that the width of the two-lane road at the door, even if the non-motorized lane is included, is unlikely to allow the helicopter to land." Feng Bujue's answer was very skillful. , He lightly avoided the explanation about his identity, and immediately turned the topic to the part that the other party would be interested in. "Even if the police really call the helicopter, it is impossible to stop at the gate. You must at least walk away. You can only go up to the nearest crossroad here. During this process, you must walk out of the bank gate and be exposed to the sniper’s sight." He paused: "You have killed a hostage, in view of the section in Gotham City. With the current situation of the day, I believe the police have a good reason to kill you on the spot..."

"Oh! My God..." The money-pretending gang heard these remarks on the wall near the gate, and immediately covered his head with one hand, crying with extreme fear: "What the **** did we do..."

"Okay! Shut up!" The submachine gun gang yelled at the annoying accomplice again, then looked at Feng Bujue and loosened his hair. Said: "Huh... is this what you want to say?"

"I haven't finished talking yet." Feng Bujue replied: "I will tell you the police's next action strategy by the way. In a few minutes, they will declare that it is very difficult to call the helicopter, so you don't want to To kill the hostages, wait a few more minutes. During this time, they will intensively arrange tactical teams and arrange snipers in place." He has a clear mind and speaks extremely fast, regardless of whether the opponent can digest it: "According to Your plan to kill a hostage in ten minutes and wait for the helicopter to help you escape is nothing more than two endings:

One, when you kill a certain number of hostages. The police claimed that the helicopter had arrived, lure you out and killed you.

Second, after you have killed a certain number of hostages, the police will attack them.

As for what the police will do, it depends on the amount of intelligence they have, the most critical point. It is whether they know the number of robbers. It's a pity that you killed the gentleman who talked to the police. If he is still alive, you can still ask from his mouth 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 in any next minute, there may be a'righteous police' intervening in this matter, Nightwing, Robin, Huntress, Black canary... wait, with all due respect, as long as one comes, three of them will be captured alive."

He took a long breath, looked at the gangster who was shocked, and added: "About ten minutes ago, the excessive secretion of adrenaline has put you on the verge of losing control. You are thinking about it in the hostage taking stage. The way of escape is worse than the plan you thought of during the robbery planning stage." He said in a mocking tone: "Heh...Of course, if that can be called a'plan'." He smiled and said, "At the same time. You. The act of killing people on impulse also puts you and your accomplices in a situation where there is nowhere to go. If you don’t want to die or go to jail today, it’s best to think of individual ideas immediately, otherwise..." He imitated the clock The voice of, teasing the other party: "Tick Tick Tick...Time is waiting for no one. Superheroes will come anytime."

"Who... who are you..." After listening to Feng Bujue's analysis, the submachine gun gangster really calmed down a bit, and was no longer in the red-eyed state.

Feng Bujue observed the eyes of the three gangsters separately, and then, with a sneer on his face, he stood up unscrupulously, "This is still a very secondary issue. At this moment, it is most important to you. The important thing... is how to escape."

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Five minutes later, the metal rolling shutters (electronically controlled, not manually pulled down) behind the row of glass doors in the bank began to slowly descend and quickly closed.

From this moment, the police on the street, the kidnappers in the bank, all lost the way to observe each other's movements.

Almost the same second as the shutter door was fully closed, the phone that the police had just used to talk to the robber rang.

The bank clerk who had been shot 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 police phone on the scene.

"I'm the Clapton police officer." Clapton, who was in charge of the scene, answered the phone.

"Hello, police officer." Feng Bujue's voice came from the microphone: "I think you must have noticed, too. I and the gentleman who spoke with you are not the same person." He paused. Second, he continued: "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 now? Are they still safe?" Clapton couldn't wait to say: "Listen...the helicopter still needs..."

"Forget the helicopter, police officer, that's just a joke." Feng Bujue interrupted: "As for the hostages, they are safe. I can assure you that the rude scene just now was just an accident, I think You and I don't want to see such a scene happen again, don't you?" He laughed slightly, which made the other person shudder.

"Listen...If you come out and surrender now..." Clapton replied.

"There are two things that I want to say. First, this mobile phone is almost out of power. Next, please call the phone on the bank counter to talk to me. I don't think I need to tell you the number, right? "Feng Bujue said, and hung up the phone.

"Quickly..." Clapton waved to his colleagues in the surveillance and command vehicle behind him.

The staff in the back compartment all heard the content of the call. Before Feng Bujue could finish speaking, they started to take action, and the phone was connected in less than a minute.

Clapton listened to the beep in the microphone for a few seconds~IndoMTL.com~ Then, Feng Bujue's voice came again: "The second thing..." He went straight to the point: "If mine Presumably, a well-equipped and well-trained team is currently invading the building where I am. I know that they only need to remove a few iron railings with tools, and they can easily get out of the windows on the first floor. When you come in, there are at least five rooms that can be used as a breakthrough. Then, they will approach silently to confirm our number and location. Then, at a time they think is appropriate and sure, your people will go from The power was cut off outside, and the place was completely dark. 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 away. The expression on his face was so wonderful, "Is there a gangster?" He lowered his voice and said to the person next to him.

Feng Bujue’s words continue: "The above situation is extremely unwilling to see, so I thought of a preventive measure." He paused, and narrated in a leisurely tone: "I Some of the hostages have been transferred to the vault, and the password for the gate has been changed. According to the size of the room and the number of them... well... the oxygen can last for about thirty minutes." (To be continued. If you want to continue. You like this work, and you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)