Thriller Paradise Chapter 262: The battle for cloak (4)

A hostage stood in front of the bank. His hands and feet were bound by small but tight plastic locks, and there was a cash bag over his head.

The glass door of the bank is automatically opened and closed 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.

I looked into the bank lobby from the street. At this moment, the police could no longer see the other hostages. Only the person at the door was left in sight.

Two corpses were lying on the floor. One was dead at the gate, the hostage shot by the submachine gun gangster; the other was lying beside the counter, unidentified. The police didn't know if the extra corpse was a hostage or not, let alone how he died. Anyway, the preliminary judgment is... it must be related to the gunshots and explosions just now.

As for the corpse of the money gangster, and the area where the pistol gangster was killed, it is invisible from the outside.

"I think you should have a telescope on hand, police officer." Feng Bujue said again at this time.

Clapton had no idea what the robber was going to play, he just replied: "Yes."

"Pick it up and look towards the counter." Feng Bujue said.

Clapton didn't put the phone down, he made a gesture and asked the police officer next to him to pass a telescope to himself.

From where he was standing, he could just observe the entire counter, but Feng Bujue had already hid inside the counter at this time, and the phone on the counter had naturally been taken down by him, "Can you see me? "He raised an arm, raised the palm of his right hand above the table of the counter, and waved it from side to side a few times.

"Yes, what do you want to do next? Middle finger to me?" Clapton replied.

"Hehe...forgive me, I can only show you my hand, officer." Feng Bujue smiled, "Because the glass door remains open now. This means that your sniper can hit bullets. Come in, although I have the vault password as a bargaining chip, exposing my head in the scope of the rifle is a risk I am extremely unwilling to take."

"Well, what do you want? Since you put the hostages in the vault. Twenty minutes have passed, you haven't told me..."

"I want to give you a present, police officer." Feng Bujue interrupted Clapton.

The police officer froze for a moment, "You mean...you want to release the hostage at the door? Ok... Then I'll let my people come to pick you up..."

"Your people dare to take a step closer, so 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 smiled and said, "That way. I can give you the gift." He was talking, and there was a large The square object slowly rises from the counter.

Clapton, who was watching with a telescope, couldn't believe his eyes.

"This is one cubic foot, tied with paper tape, with a face value of twenty dollars." Feng Bujue was naturally not holding this object with his hand at this moment. He used the [ Anti-gravity catapult]'s suction and float function.

"What are you going to do..." Clapton had a bad feeling.

"I want... this way..." Feng Bujue said, aiming at the angle. This "cash cannonball" was fired.

The pile of money passed over the head of the hostage at the gate and flew out of the bank at an oblique angle. When flying through the air, hundreds of banknotes were already floating out, attracting the attention of every policeman, reporter and citizen on the street.

The money bomb drew a charming arc in the air, and finally hit the outer wall of the building across the street, exploding at a height of about three or four floors...

At this moment, there was just a light breeze blowing. The banknotes... scattered across the street.

Five seconds, ten seconds...

People didn't take too long to react. When a few people in the crowd behind the cordon first reached out to take the money, the situation got out of control.

Soon, only the area surrounded by police cars at the front of the bank was left unaffected. Within the surrounding area of ​​several tens of meters, hundreds of citizens and reporters broke through the cordon to pick up money, and even the policemen who were supposed to stop these people quietly bent down.

"Hahahaha..." A wild laugh came on the other end of the phone: "The running dog of capitalism! Taste the taste of sugar-coated cannonballs!"

"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'm Bill Gates! A great communist fighter!" Feng Bujue said, laughing wildly: "I brought you Andrew Jackson (the seventh president of the United States, whose portrait was printed) On the 20-dollar bill) Best regards!" He said. While sucking up the second "cash cannonball", it quickly fired it out.

After the second money bomb exploded, the street was completely in chaos. After all... the police are also human, the police in Gotham. It is a high-pressure and high-risk occupation. Who can guarantee not to be tempted? Not long after, even in the area of ​​the front entrance of the bank, many civilians slipped in. Some of them bent down to search the ground, some of them danced in the air and grabbed a lot of them.

Also, because those banknotes are very new, they can float in the air for a long time. It was as if someone fired a color cannon into the sky, the sky was full of colorful paper, and the floor was full of carnival crowds, which made the snipers in place all useless.

"Don't worry about the money! Hold on to your post!" Clapton grabbed the horn at hand and shouted, "Show me the door of the bank! Don't relax."

Regardless of whether we admit it or not, most people in this world are of this kind-people pick up money, and he also picks up money; people cross the road indiscriminately, and he crosses the road indiscriminately; people spit anywhere, He also spit everywhere; in the end, they went to the Yasukuni Shrine to set fire. After thinking about it, he went to the street and broke a Japanese car.

However, there are still a small number of people in this world who are of another kind. Maybe in normal times, they would cross the road or spit or something, but at a critical moment, they can hold on to the bottom line.

At this moment, more than half of the policemen at the bank gate. Still staying at their posts, with a high concentration of energy, looking at the money and rain in the sky as nothing, doing their best to maintain order, and paying attention to the movements inside the bank's gates. These people are very clear in their hearts. What should be done? If they all robbed the stolen money and let the robbers in the bank rush out of the chaos, the consequences would be even more disastrous.

"Do you like my gift? Mr. Officer." Feng Bujue's voice came from the receiver again: "It's not over yet..." 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, mixed with my accomplices."

"Is this guy's brain sick? You actually tell me this kind of thing?" Clapton thought to himself: "Is he... he wants to take the opportunity to betray his accomplices?"

"The situation on the street is chaotic right now. It is impossible for a sniper to fire on the area in front of the bank. The police car can't drive out. So, as long as you relax a little, my comrades will get into the crowd and escape. "Feng Bujue was still instructing the three robbers before, and now he began to instruct the police again.

Clapton is not stupid. There are two possibilities for the other party to say these things. Either this "anonymous" wants to harm his accomplice, or he is setting up some kind of scam. There is no third possibility. If you have to say there is, it is to die...

"Are the tactical teams on the street behind the bank still in place?" Clapton quietly said to the person next to him.

"Yes, I have been monitoring, there is no change, the iron fences of the windows are intact, and no one is seen moving in the room." A police officer replied.

"Are you sure this building has no other exits? For example, ventilation ducts or sewers?" Clapton asked again.

"There is an outlet for a ventilation duct on the roof. Snipers have been staring at it. No one has climbed out of it yet. Also. Even if the robbers do get on the roof, there is no way down there."

Clapton heard the words and looked up. The roof of the building in front of him was seven or eight meters above the ground. It would have to be crippled if he jumped down and survived. The two buildings next to it are three to four meters away from this rooftop. Besides, there are guardrails, and the possibility of jumping on top of other buildings after a run-up can also be ruled out.

"Huh...I'll see, how are you going to run..." Clapton thought.

"Okay, police officer, the hostages are coming out, so be prepared." Feng Bujue said on the other side of the phone, "Wait for you to identify my accomplices, then call me." After that, He hung up again.

At this moment, a few figures popped out from the side of the counter. They were also in the state of having cash bags on their heads and their hands and feet tied together.

"After the hostages come out, remove the bags from their heads, but don't untie them, take them all aside and take care of them temporarily." Clapton's thinking is still relatively clear, he has already faced the people next to him. Police officers, began to arrange countermeasures, "Listen, be careful of everyone, they just seem to be tied up... Understand? Maybe someone will suddenly pull out a gun and shoot at you. "

On the other side, Feng Bujue was like directing traffic, hiding under the counter and saying, "Yes, guys, that's the direction, as I told you earlier, eight steps forward, then left Turn ninety degrees, yes, line up, come one by one, and hear the people in front jump a few meters and keep up, but if you are anxious, you will fall."

Under Feng Bujue's command, the hostages jumped towards the door one by one in an orderly manner.

"Hey! Winston, you can go out, too." Feng Bujue immediately shouted again at the hostage who was standing at the door.

The position and direction this Mr. Winston stood was adjusted by Feng Bujue before opening the door. He also greeted him. As long as Winston dared to move half a step forward, he Just shoot. It had to wait for him to call that voice before Winston could jump forward.

At this moment, Winston, who heard the order, was like a pardon, and the few minutes standing in this doorway felt like a year for him, and he was finally able to get out of trouble, making him cry of joy.

But after jumping out of the bank door, he was not greeted by blankets, ambulances, and concerned greetings, but...

"Sir, please come here." A police officer opened the cash bag on Winston's head, but did not unlock the locks on his hands and feet, but dragged him to the side. Let him sit on the ground first, and then two other police officers came to watch him on guard.

"What is this? I am 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 still uncertain. This is also for your safety, sir."

Winston didn't want to say anything, just wanted to complain. But I saw the rain of money in the sky and the people around: "Hey! What's going on? You tie the law-abiding citizens here, but turn a blind eye to those who rob the stolen money?"

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Five minutes later, all the 29 hostages were outside the bank. But Feng Bujue, after the last hostage jumped out, lowered the bank's electronic rolling door again.

Next. The work of interrogation and screening of the identity of the hostages began intensely.

After initial questioning of the hostages, Clapton received a series of information that surprised him.

"Okay, okay, ladies and gentlemen... be quiet." Clapton said, "Let me take care of the situation... At first, the three robbers who robbed the bank. A hostage Killed all alone, and that guy is a tough guy with anti-human tendencies, high intelligence, and polite..."

"Yes." "That's right." "Yes." The hostages replied rushingly.

"He has no accomplices at all, and he has never hurt you, and no one is locked in the vault." Clapton said again.

"Yes...no." "Yes." "In a sense, he saved us."

Clapton chuckled: "It sounds like he has become a hero, so who can explain to me. This anonymous, why does he play these tricks with our police?"

"Maybe he is worried about being regarded as an accomplice of the robbers." "Yes, just like us, trapped here for your interrogation." "That's right! Let go of me! I want to complain to you!"

"Well, I will confirm his appearance with you one last time...Asian, short black hair, wearing a long purple suit, right?" Clapton asked.

After getting the affirmative answer, he came to the phone and dialed the number again.

After five beeps. Feng Bujue took it up: "Any advice, police officer."

"Boy, I don't know who you are and what you want to do." Clapton said, "But you are in big trouble."

"Hehe...what's the trouble?" Feng Bujue smiled and said, "I will listen carefully."

"I know that you are not a robber. You killed those three people. It can also be interpreted as a legitimate defense, or even a brave act, but..." Clapton said: "After you kill them, continue. Taking hostages, threatening and playing tricks on the police, and throwing large sums of cash in the bank on the street is no different from robbing a bank."

"Then... please tell me, Officer Clapton." Feng Bujue asked, "Am I a hero or a criminal?" His voice suddenly became very strange, "The answer is very Important, please think twice."

"Open the door, come out and surrender, and tell me back to the game." Clapton did not answer Feng Bujue's question, but said: "Now you have no hostages. If you don't come out, we will The front gate is storming in."

"Answer, my question, police officer." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's request and replied with a more serious tone.

"Of course you are a criminal! Otherwise, what do you think you are?" Clapton shouted, "Hurry up and open the door and surrender."

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue said in deep thought, "Is this your answer...huh...interesting, so interesting." After thinking for a few seconds, he continued, "Okay, I'll open the door right away."

The rolling door slowly rises, and the scene inside the door looks the same as it was when it was closed last time.

"Raise your hand and come out from behind the counter." Clapton said into the phone.

"Hehe...I refuse." Feng Bujue replied.

Clapton had been fed up with each other for a long time. He raised his hand and motioned to some of his subordinates to go in and arrest someone. At the same time, he tried to distract Feng Bujue from the phone: "Have you not had enough? I don’t want to see anyone die today."

Four police officers with guns and live ammunition filed in directly from the front entrance, scattered their positions, and surrounded the counter.

Clapton was holding the phone in one hand and the telescope in the other, observing the situation. When he saw his men approaching the counter, his heart had already touched his throat, for fear that Feng Bujue would resist stubbornly and there would be a gunfight.

Unexpectedly, the next scene is...

The four police officers looked at the back of the counter inexplicably. One of them responded quickly and immediately said to 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 the door was closed just now."

"Quick search~IndoMTL.com~He must still be in that bank! He must be hidden somewhere!" Clapton was not afraid of being heard by Feng Bujue, and said directly to the intercom.

"Huh... are you sure?" Feng Bujue sneered.

Clapton said into the receiver of the phone again: "It's obvious that I'm making a call at the counter..."

"Use call forwarding." Feng Bujue smiled, "I said at the beginning that the dead man’s cell phone was out of power. I was lying to you. His cell phone has a very good battery and I still hold it in my hand. That's it."

Clapton had some hindsight right now. The other party covered the heads of the hostages, tied their hands and feet, and said "I have accomplices in it". To put it bluntly, it was just for reasoning. Delay the time.

Clapton said in his heart: What he did and said before, one after another until the door closed... He knew very well, after that, I could learn from the hostages Everything is gone, all his lies and actions will be exposed before my eyes. And what I don’t know yet... is what he did between the last closing and opening of the door... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. , Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)