Thriller Paradise Chapter 261: The battle for the cloak (3)

Sweat dripped from Clapton's forehead, and the tension and surprise in his tone could not be concealed: "What the **** do you want to do?"

"I'm helping you recognize the situation, police officer." Feng Bujue replied slowly: "As far as I know, Gotham's police force is currently severely insufficient, and the casualties of your subordinates are unbearable consequences for you. At this moment, We are fully prepared. It is impossible to enter this building without disturbing us. Therefore, if you insist on using a storming strategy, you will have to pay a heavy price.

In addition, I have to clarify that the vault of this bank is imported goods and the design is very interesting. Once the power is cut off, the air inside will be instantly drawn away, and at the same time, the electronic lock on the door will randomly give a string of numbers at the moment of the power cut. At that time, the password we set will also become invalid. Only by contacting the European head office that produces this gate, obtaining a special decryption procedure through a series of complex identification procedures, and then decrypting the random number, can it be restored. Open this vault.

Unfortunately, the people inside can't wait that long. As long as you cut off the power, it will be useless to restore the power immediately, and the air will not flow back in. They will suffocate in a minute or so. After three minutes, lack of oxygen will cause irreversible brain damage. After five minutes, you should consider how to explain the cause of their death to the media and their families.

Of course, you can pray for such a situation, for example... your person, or a certain superhero, is strong enough to break into here and subdue us without cutting off the power if we are prepared .

Although I am personally skeptical of this situation, even if it does happen, I must regret to tell you that the situation will still not change.

The life and death of the hostages. It's still in our hands. In 30 minutes... I'm sorry, but within 25 minutes, it is impossible to force open this vault with external force, without the password we provided. You can only watch the hostages suffocate. "

"Okay, okay!" Clapton turned his head and yelled at the person next to him, "Stop the tactical team and stand by!" He sighed and said into the telephone receiver again. : "Okay. Did you hear everything? Are you satisfied!"

"Yes, I heard it very clearly." Feng Bujue smiled and said, "A very wise choice, Officer Clapton." He paused for a second, then said, "Then... please wait ten minutes. Call me again, then I will tell you our request." Say it. He hung up the phone.

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The lobby of the bank is still very bright. Although the row of glass doors at the main entrance is blocked by a rolling curtain, the lights on the ceiling are also on during the day, which has no effect.

Feng Bujue stood on the edge of the counter. After speaking with Clapton, he put down the telephone receiver.

The submachine gun gangster has been holding up his gun and pointing at Feng Bujue. Of course, he wouldn't trust this strange stranger in front of him so easily. As long as Feng Bujue said something similar to a code on the phone, he would be killed immediately.

The other two gangsters were a little farther away. They were on the two wings of the lobby, holding guns to monitor dozens of hostages who had gathered in the center of the lobby.

"I'm right? You just need to talk nonsense and you can stop them from attacking." Feng Bujue shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.

"Well, you won ten minutes of safety time, so what? You still didn't tell me how should we get out?" the submachine gun gangster asked, and his tone was relatively calm at this time. It's no longer the vicious tone.

"Under the situation of hostage-taking and confrontation with the police, the most important and basic task of the kidnappers is to count the number of hostages first." Feng Bujue replied, he hadn't waited for a response from the other party. Then he continued: "According to my observation, the three have not done this so far. Fortunately, I have counted for you. Besides the three of you and me, there are a total of twenty-nine people here." He stretched out. With one hand, he gestured with the palm of his hand: "Can you move the muzzle away from me first?"

The gangster stared at Feng Bujue's eyes for a few seconds, his eyes seemed to be demonstrating, and then he slowly moved the muzzle away.

Feng Bujue walked slowly to the bank manager (a middle-aged bald man with glasses) and poked his back with his finger, "Are you the manager here?"

"Yes...yes." The manager's answer was a little trembling. A few seconds ago, he kept his head on the ground, and he didn't dare to let out the atmosphere. He was already nervous when he heard Feng Bujue's footsteps approaching. When Feng Bujue's fingers touched him, he was even more shocked.

"Don't be nervous, man." Feng Bujue patted him on the shoulder. "I just want to ask, where are the cash bag and the plastic lock used to seal it?"

"Oh... in... through the door behind the counter, there are many in the warehouse..." the manager replied while thinking.

"Give me the key and the door card." Feng Bujue said again.

The bald manager froze for two seconds, then nodded and followed suit.

Just now, while speaking to the Clapton Sheriff on the other side of the phone, Brother Jue has observed everyone in this lobby and inferred according to the various details of these people. A lot of information. Therefore, he knows who the bank manager is, and he also knows that the keys and door cards necessary to enter and exit the staff area are in this guy's pocket.

"What are you going to do?" asked the pretending gangster.

"Of course, it is better to control the situation." Feng Bujue replied, "Can I bother you to get those things out?" He said, handing the key and the door card to the gangster.

"When will it be my turn to instruct me..." the money-playing gangster replied unhappily.

The submachine gun gangster interrupted: "Okay, do as he said." He also added: "Even if you let him get it, you have to follow it, don't you?"

The boss has spoken, and the gangster who pretends to be money is helpless. He glared at Feng Bujue, took the key, turned over the counter and walked towards the storeroom.

When the gangster left, the submachine gun gangster spoke again and said two words: "w, what?"

Feng Bujue smiled, and suddenly a golden light appeared in his hand, and a flash of poker flew towards the robber who was only a few meters away.

At this distance, the accuracy of Death Poker won't make any mistakes, and it flashes quickly. It slit the target's throat.

The submachine gun gangster didn't understand until he died, how the unarmed person in front of him did not make any throwing actions, how could he suddenly fly out a deadly weapon in his hand.

"You!" The pistol gangster in the distance saw this scene, but his reaction was not slow. Raise the gun and shoot.

Pong Pong Pong... the gunfire continued. However, Feng Bujue stood still. He also didn't activate the special effects of poker's [shield], but raised his arms to cover his face.

The development of the matter was the same as Feng Bujue expected. The opponent's marksmanship was really bad, and he was panicked. He shot all the bullets in the pistol with a single brain, but only two hits. The two bullets were blocked by the sound wall of [Echo Armor]. Although a blood hole was left in Feng Bujue's abdomen and thigh, the wound was not serious, and the loss of survival value was only 24%.

Feng Bujue counted the gunshots silently in his heart, waiting for the other side to finish hitting a shuttle. He put down his arms with a calm face and took out his submachine gun [Miss's Bad Temper] from his suitcase. He ignored the guy who had run out of bullets and took the lead in aiming at the door that the gangster had just entered. Hearing the sound of the footsteps coming back, he made a prediction, and pulled the trigger at the right moment when he appeared.

"How come back..." This sentence was interrupted by the click of the gun, and the gangster who pretended to be money was shot in the face as soon as he stepped out of the door. Killed on the spot.

"Put the gun down." Feng Bujue had killed two people in a row, but his expression was calm as usual. His words were obviously addressed to the remaining pistol gangster.

"Don't dream! You bastard!" the pistol gangster roared back. At this time, he had hidden by the west wall of the lobby, in a compartment with ATM machines (the ATM machines were embedded in the wall, On the front is a space similar to a telephone booth, one meter square, surrounded on three sides by bulletproof glass printed with patterns. The glass door can be bolted from the inside, and the pistol is changed.

He didn't know where Feng Bujue pulled out his weapon, or what the boss was killed by it. He only knew that the murderous guy in front of him would definitely not care about the life and death of the hostages, so he had a gun in his hand. It's the last bargaining chip, isn't it a state of letting go of letting go?

"I count to ten. If you don't come out and surrender, there will be no chance." Feng Bujue shouted at him.

The hand of the pistol culprit was trembling constantly, which affected the efficiency of the bullet, and he was afraid that the opponent would rush over immediately. Now Feng Bujue told him that it would take dozens of times, but instead he felt a little more relaxed and felt that he had made some time.

"One, two, three, four..." Feng Bujue counted every second, and the time was very precise. During the seven seconds from counting to seven, he did the following things: put it away Submachine gun, take out the [infinite grenade box] from the bag, take out a [mark grenade (product)] from the grenade box, put away the [infinite grenade box], pull off the fuse of the grenade, raise an arm, and aim The uncapped compartment six or seven meters away...

"Eight..." When Feng Bujue had counted this number, he threw the grenade out.

The pistol gangster is now loaded, panting, and muttering to himself: "Calm down, I can do it, that guy is already injured, as long as I rush out, move faster..."

Boom, boom, pop, grunt...

This is the sound of a grenade being thrown from above the compartment, bounced twice, and landed.

The pistol gangster looked at the hand grenade that had been unplugged at his feet. After his brain short-circuited for a second, he said the last sentence of his life, a thousand words, which can be summed up in four letters: "Fak."

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Boom! There was a loud noise.

Even through the closed iron gate, the explosion is still hard to conceal.

"What's going on inside? The gun shot first, and now something exploded. Is this a terrorist attack?" Clapton couldn't wait any longer. There were four minutes before the agreed time, but he still He picked up the phone and gestured to the colleagues in the surveillance car.

Toot——Toot——Toot——

"The hostages are okay." Feng Bujue picked up the phone and said directly, "But the time hasn't come yet, officer, I hate people who don't have a sense of time. For this you have to wait another ten minutes and start to recalculate from now on. "He didn't give the other party room to interrupt at all: "If you call in ahead of time, I will kill a few hostages a few minutes earlier." He finished speaking and hung up the phone roughly.

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In the lobby of the bank, the hostages still did not get up from the ground, because after Feng Bujue killed the three gangsters. The two guns from the submachine gun gangster were seized along the way, and the hijacking continued...

"Ladies and gentlemen." Feng Bujue said, dragging his lame back to behind the counter. Put away the gun that contained the money gangster, "From now on, it is up to me. As long as you cooperate with my actions, no one will be injured.

If everything goes well, you will be sitting at the table in a few hours. Share dinner with the family. With any luck, the married men present will be able to reunite their long-lost **** life tonight. "His tone seemed to be joking with a group of acquaintances, and he couldn't hear any intimidation. "But if anyone refuses to cooperate with me." He even tried to hinder me..." He pushed an office chair with wheels to the outside of the counter, sat on it, and said with a gun in his hand: "I will shoot at all living things in sight until the ammunition is exhausted. He paused for a few seconds, scanned the expressions on the faces of the hostages, and then said: "Understand? "

The hostages never expected that three dumb thieves had just died. Another anti-human lunatic emerged. No one dared to meet his gaze, and no one dared to answer this question face-to-face. Some hostages were already crying silently for God's blessing.

"OK, now, the lady in the beige coat, yes, it is you." Feng Bujue said, "Please look up, please?"

That was a blonde about thirty years old, her figure and appearance were average. The makeup on his face was already crying, and the clothes on his chest were stained with vomiting fluid. After she heard the words, she raised her head and looked at Feng Bujue. He replied with a horrified face: "Please...please don't hurt me..."

"Don't worry, ma'am, I don't want to hurt anyone." Feng Bujue said, "I noticed that there is a brown handbag on the ground on your left hand. I think it's yours, right?"

The woman turned her head and glanced at the bag, and then replied: "Yes...yes...you can take what you want...just...don't hurt me."

"I want to ask, ma'am, did you bring a cosmetic bag today?"

"What?" She was instinctively stunned when she heard the words, but she was afraid that Feng Bujue would be irritated if her answer was slow, so she immediately continued: "Yes... I brought it."

"Do you have tweezers for trimming eyebrows in your cosmetic bag?"

"Yes...Yes."

"Then, please go over now, open that bag, find your cosmetic bag, take the tweezers out of it, and give it to me." Feng Bujue paused and added: "Don't worry, no one Urge you, I don’t want you to mess things up because of panic."

The woman quickly got the tweezers and handed them to Feng Bujue tremblingly.

Feng Bujue took the item and smiled and said, "Thank you, please go back to where you were and let me see your hand."

After she went back, Feng Bujue turned to find the bald manager and said, "Mr. Manager, please come over too."

The bank manager looked around, but no one responded. It seemed that he was referring to him. He had to stand up and walk over.

"Thirty cash bags and sixty plastic locks. Please go and fetch them for me." Feng Bujue said, and pointed to the body of the gangster; "The key and the door are stuck on him. , I don’t think he would mind if you take it back." He made a please gesture and tilted his head; "Go."

The corpse of the money gangster fell down under the door frame behind the counter, and walked along the way. The bank manager plucked up the courage, took the key and the door card from the guy whose head was beaten into a beehive, and walked to the warehouse.

"Oh, yes." Feng Bujue reminded loudly: "Don't let me wait too long, otherwise...you know."

"Yes...understand." The bank manager responded and trot to fetch things.

"Hey, the gentleman in a suit, yes, it's you, please give me your lighter, thank you." Feng Bujue said to another hostage. He can tell that the man is a smoker only from the nails of his right hand. In fact, through observation, he has obtained various information from these 29 people, such as occupation, marital status, living habits, hobbies, etc...

Feng Bujue put the gun within reach, used a lighter to roast the tweezers, and took the bullet when he opened the wound, and caught the shrapnel and some of his own meat without changing his face... …

The hostages who raised their eyes and peeked at him were all stunned. They didn't know that the player's pain was weakened, and everyone exclaimed in their hearts: This is really a man...

Feng Bujue quickly took the two bullets without bandaging, and the effect of [bleeding] in the status bar stopped by itself. He glanced at the survival value, there is still 68%, and there is no need to rush to reply for the time being.

At this time, the bank manager returned with a pile of cash bags and plastic locks. He put these things on the ground in front of Feng Bujue and asked, "Anything else to order? Sir?"

Feng Bujue gestured at the location of the other hostages with his eyes: "Using a lock, tie their hands behind their back and their feet together, and then put the cash bag on their heads."

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Another ten minutes passed, this time ten full minutes. After the police technicians were all ready, Clapton picked up the phone~IndoMTL.com~ and dialed the bank lobby number.

Four times, Feng Bujue answered: "You are on time this time, police officer."

"What happened to the hostages in the vault? Are they still alive?" Clapton asked, "What do you want? You can't escape anymore, understand? Listen... I know I killed just now. You are not the hostage, man, you are a wise man. If you persuade your accomplice to come out with you and surrender, I can intercede with the judge for you." He deliberately kept his voice down when he said the second half. It seems that this deal really has a spectrum.

"Hehe... it sounds like a very tempting condition, but... between fixed-term imprisonment and impunity, I think the latter is obviously more tempting. Anyway, I have the password to the vault, and I am taken hostage. Rescue...or...before you die, it's impossible for you to shoot me, right? Haha..." He smiled triumphantly. This lie that came to mind is indeed a good amulet.

At the same time, the closed bank door actually opened again.

As the rolling door slowly rises, the scene in front of the police is... (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 me. The biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)