Thriller Paradise Chapter 263: The battle for the cloak (5)

A few minutes ago...

As the rolling door slowly lowered, Feng Bujue also stood up from behind the counter. At this time, he has already set up call forwarding. As long as Clapton outside the door dials the landline on the bank counter again, it will be transferred to the mobile phone in his hand. Of course, the phone's ringing method has been adjusted to vibrate, and he also confirmed that this number is not bound to the color ring.

Of course, the time can be checked in the lobby of the bank. 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 situation... "He took the key and the door card (required from the manager), went through the door behind the counter, came to the monitoring room, and turned off all the monitoring probes.

Just now, the heads of the hostages were all put on, but within a few minutes before the police call, Feng Bujue took the time to go around the bank and roughly touched the structure of the building. . He knew very well that there were only three ways to go out, first, the front door; second, the ventilation pipe; and third, the windows of the four or five offices facing the street.

Feng Bujue is not clear about the police deployment outside, he can only rely on speculation.

First of all, there must be someone outside the front entrance, even if the impact of the cash cannonballs is still there, he can't go out grandiosely.

Secondly, the windows facing the street are often stared at. Even if the police force there is not as much as the front door, he has to use a pipe wrench to break the guardrail outside the window to escape. , Both in terms of time and concealment, it is very difficult to escape from there.

In the end, the ventilation ducts are left.

Feng Bujue will not have any fluke psychology. He firmly believes that with his own character and the IQ of the Gotham City police, outside this ventilation duct. There will definitely be people watching. After crawling out, there are no more than two situations: the first, being caught by policemen who have been ambushing around; the second, falling into the sight of one or several snipers in the distance .

"After inquiring, Clapton will know. There is only me in the bank and no other hostages. At this time, he will either send someone to attack without saying hello. Or he will call me and let me go out. Surrender." Feng Bujue deduced the development of the situation in his heart: "It would be easier to attack. As long as the death poker and the spiritual gathering technique are used, I can deal with the police officers who rushed in, and I can enter from them. Window escape.

But... facing just one person. The probability of him choosing to negotiate with me is obviously greater. There is no reason for subordinates to take unnecessary risks and further amplify material losses. If after communication, I say that I will resist, it will not be too late for him to order a storm. At that time, he could still 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 to enter here will definitely put most of their attention behind the counter." Feng Bujue Nian said: "This is convenient. I will lead them into the 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, put the relatively intact face mask on his hand, and put it on the head of the gangster whose face was beaten. He dragged the corpse of the money gangster and retreated all the way into the surveillance room.

The monitoring room has two necessary facilities for Feng Bujue to escape. The first is the entrance to the ventilation duct. It is not surprising that this thing is available in almost all rooms except the safe; but secondly, it is only available at the counter and in the monitoring room, which is the opening and closing of the metal shutter on the bank's door.

Feng Bujue put the corpse on an office chair in the monitoring room and began to arrange traps...

He pushed the chair to a corner of the wall so that its back faced the door. Then he took out the second grenade from the [Endless Grenades Box]. Tie a metal wire (found in the warehouse) to the pull ring, and then stuff the grenade into the rotten face of the corpse...

Actually, he can fix the explosives somewhere else, but... he just wants the metal wire to extend from the eye hole of the mask. This may be a unique sense of humor.

So, a metal wire tied to the grenade pull ring. Starting from the corpse's face, it went all the way down, passed the torso, passed between the legs, and was finally fixed on the shaft under the chair.

This is a good office chair. The backrest is quite high and it is adjustable. The shaft under the seat plate also runs normally. It can be turned left and right without too much effort, and the wheels on the chassis are not stuck.

Feng Bujue was pretty sure. As long as someone turned or pulled the chair from behind, after four seconds, there would be a few more corpses in this area of ​​more than ten square meters.

After he finished this, he walked to the wall and jumped onto the top of a locker with his hands. The entrance to the ventilation duct was there. He took off the baffle and looked inside, and found that the inside of the pipe was quite spacious. With his figure, he could squat inside or turn around.

At this time, the phone at the counter rang. Two seconds later, the phone in Feng Bujue's pocket rang. He smiled and said, "It came just right..." He jumped back to the ground and took off the phone. His Bluetooth, pressed the answer button, "Is there any advice, police officer." As he said, he carefully put the body of the phone into the jacket pocket of the corpse.

Feng Bujue walked to the console, had a few conversations with Clapton, and then opened the door of the bank.

"Raise your hand and come out from behind the counter." Clapton roared over the phone.

"Haha...I refuse." Feng Bujue was wearing Bluetooth and his actions were not affected at all. He lightly jumped onto the locker, entered with his legs first, and got into the ventilation duct.

"Have you not played enough? I don't want to see anyone dying today." Clapton said again. At the same time, several police officers rushed into the bank and, as expected, they surrounded To the counter in the lobby.

Feng Bujue leisurely picked up the baffle from the top of the locker, returned it to its place, slowly moved it to the back, and deliberately talked to Clapton about the call transfer.

Clapton thought for more than ten seconds, suddenly turned his head, ran to the hostages, found a bald head from the crowd, and yelled anxiously: "Hey! Where can I control the metal doors?"

The bank manager froze for a moment. Replied: "Behind... the counter..."

"Where else is there a switch?" Clapton said again.

"Uh...in...in the monitoring room." The bank manager replied: "Go in from behind the counter, the door says the staff area, and the corridor at the back leads to the warehouse, staff toilets and..."

Without waiting for him to play, Clapton picked up the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and shouted; "Have you heard it?"

"Yes, sir. We are going in." A police officer replied, and he exchanged glances with three other colleagues who had rushed in, and approached the door.

After discovering that the door lock requires a key card to open, the police officer decisively fired a shot at the door lock and kicked in. They are also very able to react accordingly, leaving one person to continue guarding in the lobby. The other three people covered each other and advanced inward.

"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 monitoring room. I advise you to put it down. Weapon, hold your head in your hands and find a place to stand, lest my people will kill you."

"Hehe...what do you think. It's your business, 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 still Yes, I should be able to realize that in the process of closing and opening the door this last time, I have already exited the ventilation duct."

"Huh...really? You liar. Then can you explain how you got out of a rooftop without fire stairs? Before that, how did you get out of my sniper eyelids? Did you get a vent under the sub? Huh?" Clapton sneered.

Feng Bujue put out these two sentences, he was delighted, and he replied: "Of course I have my way. You can ask the hostage how I killed the submachine gun robber, ask After that, you may be able to understand." He smiled and continued: "Okay, let's end this boring game. Officer. I know that our conversation should be recorded by someone, so please write down this paragraph. Words—Six super criminals from other worlds are about to bring some big gifts to Gotham City, that millions of dollars of money rain. It's just the beginning." After all, Feng Bujue ended the call and used a pipe wrench. The Bluetooth is broken.

Usually, the distance between Bluetooth and mobile phone must be within ten meters. If there is a barrier, it may be less than ten meters. Therefore, Feng Bujue did not climb out very far. Anyway, his position is basically not May be affected by the explosion.

It took a while for the three police officers to come to the monitoring room, because there were some other rooms along the way, and they had to quickly check the conditions behind each door before they could move on.

The door of the surveillance room was unlocked, and the officers pushed the door and broke in, all looking at the same place.

In the corner farthest from the door, there is an office chair whose backrest is adjusted to a high level. On the chair sits a person. The top of the person’s head is exposed above the backrest, and it looks like a black mask is on his head. . His hands were placed on the armrests on both sides of the chair very well, motionless.

The three shouted: "Don't move! Policeman, raise your hand!" "Raise your hand! Turn around!" "Turn around! Let me see your hand!"

The other party did not respond.

The three police officers are very experienced. After simple eye contact, one of them stood at the door and continued to raise their guns to aim at the chair. The other two approached forward, one left and one right.

This monitoring room is just a big place, and the office chair is in the corner. They must turn or pull the chair to see the face of the person sitting on it, so...

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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 at the bank's gate. Two people stood on the two corridors connected by the bank lobby, and the remaining four people and himself rushed into the staff area behind the counter.

When he came to the surveillance room, Clapton happened to see the fourth police officer who had been guarded by the counter. He was the first person to rush in after hearing the explosion. At the moment, he was kneeling. On the ground, holding a dying colleague in his arms, he looked up to the sky and roared: "Oh! God! Lester...no..."

And the wounded Lester who was still breathing was the police officer who was closest to the door at the time of the explosion. As for the other two, they had fallen into the monitoring room with blood and blood and were killed on the spot.

"Call the doctor! Quick!" Clapton shouted at a subordinate beside him, "Quick! Go to the street and let them carry the stretcher in..."

Although he shouted excitedly, he knew it in his heart. Lester may not be able to do it anymore. It is estimated that it is impossible to even insist on being carried into an ambulance, let alone insist on going to the hospital. Besides... the current situation on the street is chaotic, and the ambulance cannot be driven out at all.

"Lester! Lester!" The officer holding him yelled twice, and then couldn't help crying. "God! Why is it like this..."

"Damn it!" Clapton kicked the wall fiercely. "This bastard!" He rushed into the surveillance room, rushing to the explosion point, his eyes seemed to gush out of fire. "What's the matter?"

The walkie-talkies on these police officers are always on, so Clapton can hear them as they move. He knew that dozens of seconds before the explosion, the three of them had already seen the target and controlled the situation, but they didn’t know what happened next...

"Did this **** pull the bomb on his body..." Clapton knelt down and looked at the charred body. "No... the clothes on the deceased are wrong!" He stood up, frowning. : "He made an explosion trap on the bodies of other people? Where did he go?"

Actually in Clapton's first questioning. Someone has already talked about the so-called "strange golden light" and the fact that Feng Bujue can take out weapons out of thin air, but Clapton focused on other information and didn't care about the details that sounded like nonsense.

It wasn't until the explosion happened that, under Feng Bujue's instruction, he again focused on the details of the murder of the submachine gun culprit, only to realize that it was not that simple.

"This'Anonymous'. Is it some newly emerged'super criminal'?" Clapton grabbed his thin hair in one hand, gritted his teeth and said: "Could he really have escaped Go?" Thinking of this, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the sniper who was in charge of monitoring the roof of the building: "Newman, can you be sure that no one has come out of the vent?"

"Uh...yes, sir."

"I mean, can you be 100% sure that your sight has never been removed from that vent?"

The other party thought for a few seconds: "Well...sir, I can’t stare at the same place every second. Maybe there will be a few more than ten seconds interval, I aimed at the street, and the door There."

"Damn it!" Clapton cursed, then sighed angrily, adjusted his tone: "Okay. Come down, Newman," he adjusted the frequency again: "Other snipers, too Withdraw all of them, put the rifle back in the equipment car, and go to the street to help." He adjusted another frequency and connected to the tactical team, "The second team, the third team, leave three people on the back street, the others I also went to the door of the bank to help."

Clapton is the supreme commander of the scene after all. Even though he is more grief and frustrated than anyone else, he still has to do his duty to dispatch his subordinates to clean up the mess: "Notify the bureau and send a logistics team to the scene. Collect evidence. Other people, together with me, search every room and corner here to find if there are any other gangsters or hostages." While speaking into the intercom, he returned to the corridor.

At this point, Clapton has basically confirmed that he has encountered a "super criminal".

Feng Bujue’s previous series of behaviors, coupled with his calm attitude, all show that this "anonymous" is by no means an idle person. His behavior is capricious and unpredictable. He killed the robbers; took hostages again; tricked the police; spilled millions of cash on the street; released all the hostages; killed three policemen...

Hero? Outlaws? Robin Hood? terrorist? Humanitarian? murderer?

He is like a metronome, swinging back and forth between good and evil, revealing a madness, but he has meticulous thinking and outstanding ability to act. Had it not been for the hostages to describe Feng Bujue's appearance, Clapton would definitely have thought of a certain mental illness in the Arkham asylum.

"Sir, maybe he is still hiding in the ventilation duct?" a young police officer in the corridor asked.

"That's right, then you will be responsible for checking it." Clapton replied with a wry smile. In his opinion, Feng Bujue must have escaped. He would never think of it. In fact, the other party was hiding A few meters away from myself...

"Uh... am I alone? Where do I start?" the young police officer said again.

"Hey...listen, rookie, after you have been in Gotham City long enough, you will understand that some criminals cannot be dealt with by conventional means." Clapton said in the tone of the class: "Just a few seconds of relaxation~IndoMTL.com~ They can slip past the sniper’s sight and disappear forever. Some of these guys can fly over the walls, some can use their bodies to release nerve gas, and some can bite you off. Half-length. Do you think the clown will hide in the ventilation duct? Double-faced people, riddlers, do they hide in the ventilation duct?" Clapton shook his head: "I see a lot of things like this today... If you want to check it, go, and the others will come with me."

Clapton's thoughts also reflect the thoughts of most police officers in Gotham. Even Chief Gordon cannot deny that it is Batman who can save the city, and the job of the police is to clean the battlefield for him.

The young police officer held up the hat on his head and replied seriously: "Yes, sir." He looked around, and his gaze quickly stopped on the vent in the monitoring room.

The entrance of the ventilation duct is located at the highest point of the wall, close to the ceiling. Although the explosion made the locker somewhat deformed, it did not affect the police officer from climbing up.

As soon as he supported his hands, his upper body turned up on the top of the cabinet, and his weight moved to the top, and his legs were lifted up. Then, he reached for the baffle of the ventilation duct... (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 greatest motivation. . For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)