Chapter 932: Blade Enters the Demon City (VI)

On the road at night, red and blue police lights flashed and sirens buzzed.

Due to thunderstorms, the police were unable to mobilize helicopters to pursue Feng Bujue and the others, so they could only pursue and intercept them on the ground.

And this... gave the two of them an opportunity to take advantage of.

Under Feng Bujue's command, Hill deftly broke through several roadblocks set up by the police and successfully drove the car into the city.

After arriving in the city's complex terrain, Jue Ge took advantage of the time difference between the police closing the siege and took Hill to abandon the car and escape into the night.

However, leaving the car does not mean they are safe... Due to the weather, 98% of the people in the city stayed indoors, and there were almost no vehicles or pedestrians on the streets. Although Feng Bujue and Hill got out of the car, they were still surrounded by the police. If they were not careful, they might still be caught.

"Haah...haah...what should we do now?" Hill gasped as he ran and asked Brother Jue what to do.

Compared with this homeless man who drinks alcohol all the time, Feng Bujue's physical fitness is much better. Even though his body has shrunk, he is still out of breath: "I am familiar with the arresting techniques of the American police. As long as the police force is sufficient, they They usually make a 'pocket', drive the prey into it, and then tighten the pocket tighter and tighter..." He replied calmly, "This tactic is very oppressive and efficient. The success rate is also good, but... it also has obvious weaknesses. "

"What...is it?" Hill asked anxiously.

Now, Hill is no longer surprised that Brother Jue can say such things. He just wanted Mr. F to escape with him.

"In this duel, what is the fundamental difference between police and criminals?" Feng Bujue did not answer Hill's question, but threw back a question.

"The difference? Of course one is running and the other is chasing." Hill gave an answer casually.

"Haha..." Feng Bujue laughed dryly, without commenting on Hill's answer, and continued, "It's a psychological advantage...Mr. Hill." He glanced at Hill, "I'll use you as an example. Well, at this point, you have automatically classified yourself as the 'running' party and the police as the 'chasing' party, and that is why you were caught."

"But this is a fact..." Hill responded.

"Then tell me. Why can you only run?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"Because the opponent has more people and guns!" Hill replied confidently.

"Strength in numbers is also a relative term." Feng Bujue continued, "To put it into perspective...before their 'pockets' are tightened, we just don't get close to the main group of troops responsible for 'driving' away. Whatever If you go in a different direction, you will encounter at most two police cars... or even one police car. "That is to say, the number is two to two."

"But they have..." Just as Hill wanted to emphasize the enemy's force, he saw Brother Jue taking out a strange-looking device from his bag. He immediately changed his words and said, "Uh... what is this? ?”

"Composite anti-gravity catapult." Feng Bujue announced the name of the item, successfully shocking Hill, an ordinary person whose consciousness was still stuck in the 1980s.

"This... is more powerful than a gun, right?" Hill asked after looking at it for two seconds.

"The power is close to the large-caliber artillery of the 19th century." Feng Bujue replied.

Hearing this, Hill swallowed: "That's it..."

"Most thieves will have difficulty escaping once they are targeted by the police." Feng Bujue continued. "On the other hand, those criminal thieves... can often escape successfully. The reason... apart from the gap in equipment and personal abilities. Mentality is the fundamental." When he said this, he had led Hill through an alley and headed towards a building. Running to the bottom of the overpass, "Only when you knock down the wall in your mind can you really have a chance to climb over the obstacles in reality."

A minute later, the two of them had passed under the overpass and arrived at the door of a second-hand car shop.

squeak--

Soon enough, a police car suddenly appeared from the path in front of them. The driver made a beautiful flick while braking, blocking the path in front of the two of them.

The next second, the two police officers quickly opened the door and got out of the car without turning off the car, aiming their guns at Brother Jue and Hill.

"Police! Put your hands up! Put your hands on your head..."

boom--

Before one of the police officers could finish his words, he was hit by a roadside trash can.

And the person who "launched" that trash can... was naturally Feng Bujue. He had already reacted the moment the police car rushed out, and used the catapult as quickly as possible to absorb a nearby "ammunition".

A catapult is different from a gun...as long as the object it ejects is large enough, you don't need to aim it accurately, and you can hit it with a single shot.

"Damn it!" Seeing his partner being knocked unconscious by a flying trash can, another police officer on the other side of the police car quickly leaned down, used the front of the car as a cover, put his gun on the hood, and pointed Brother Jue and the others shouted, "Put down your weapons! Otherwise I will shoot!"

"Put down your weapon, or I will kill your partner." Feng Bujue was completely unmoved. He turned around and used the catapult to absorb an "ammunition" (still a trash can), raised it in front of him, and threatened him in turn. The police officer on the opposite side.

The police officer raised his voice a little higher: "Boy! I'll say it again! Put down the weapon..."

"Shut up!" Brother Jue shouted louder than the other party with his ten-year-old body, interrupting him hoarsely, "I'll count to three! If you don't come out and surrender before I count... this trash can in front of me will hit your unconscious partner at a speed of 300 meters per second, and he will be disabled for life if he doesn't die!"

"Officer... I think you'd better do what he says..." Hill had bent over and hid behind a low wall on the side of the road. He heard the conversation outside and raised his voice to shout at the police officer, "... This kid can do anything! I advise you not to provoke him!"

"One!" Before Hill finished speaking, Feng Bujue had already started counting.

The police officer hiding behind the police car was under great pressure at this time... First of all. He still hasn't reacted to what happened just now; secondly, although he was holding a gun in his hand, he also aimed at where Brother Jue was standing. But he could only see a trash can in his sight...

Obviously, Feng Bujue had already thought of a perfect countermeasure before taking action. The trash can used as "ammunition" happened to be suspended in front of him, covering most of his ten-year-old body; in addition, because the police officer was squatting behind the car to aim, the shooting angle was also limited... In general, even if the police officer really fired a gun, the probability of Brother Jue being hit was very small.

"Two!" Feng Bujue counted the second time quickly, not giving the other party any extra time to think.

"Okay! Okay! I'll come out! Don't mess around!" Under heavy pressure, the police officer compromised.

After he said a few words loudly, he raised the gun in his hand, slowly stood up, and moved around from behind the police car.

Normally, the party in control of the situation should slow down the threatened party as much as possible to prevent the latter from playing any tricks.

However... Feng Bujue chose to do this time...

"What the hell are you holding back? I'll stand up in three seconds! Put your gun on the ground! Otherwise I'll fire... one!" Brother Jue cursed repeatedly. And started counting again.

The police officer really didn't expect it to unfold like this, and was a little confused at the time: "Okay... calm down, I'll..." As he spoke, he took two quick steps forward and leaned over to put the gun on the ground.

Unexpectedly...

Bang -

At the moment he bent down, Brother Jue fired a trash can at him without hesitation, knocking him to the ground.

When Hill heard the sound and peeked out from behind the low wall. Feng Bujue had already walked to the police car and searched the guns of the two police officers.

"Don't stand there. Come over and drive." Feng Bujue put both guns in his pockets and turned to Hill.

"They..." Hill trotted over from a distance and looked down at the two policemen on the ground, "...are they not dead?"

"It's okay, they just fainted, at most a slight concussion." Feng Bujue spoke the terrible lines very calmly.

He was not saying this to comfort Hill, but to explain the facts... With the normal power of the catapult, attacking ordinary people at this distance is very likely to be fatal; but in this script, all of Feng Bujue's items, equipment, and skills were weakened like his body size, which saved the lives of the two policemen.

"3204, 3204, please reply, what's the situation on your side? Over."

Just as Brother Jue and Hill got into the police car, the intercom in the car rang.

"What should I do?" Hill looked at Brother Jue in panic, "They must have reported it through the intercom before they rushed out..."

"Then report it again." Feng Bujue said, and took out the [Fraud Pocket Watch], put it to his mouth for a few seconds, and then picked up the intercom and said, "This is 3204, sorry... It was a false alarm just now, everything is normal here, over."

When Feng Bujue spoke to the intercom using the voice of the police officer just now, Hill turned his head woodenly and looked at Brother Jue with an expression like looking at God. However, he did not interrupt, but just twitched the corners of his mouth a few times and silently accepted this setting...

"Received, all units pay attention, the alarm at 3204 on the southwest side has been lifted, over." Such a response came from the intercom soon.

After hearing it, Feng Bujue hung up the intercom with satisfaction, put away the fraud pocket watch, put his hands on his head, and leaned back on the chair: "Drive, lead the way."

…………

At 9:20 pm, in the castle.

After determining the policy of speeding up the pace, the efficiency of the Blade Team has improved a lot.

After escaping from the [Devil City Library], they passed through the [Butoh Hall] and [Dream Palace] areas respectively, encountering countless monsters of all sizes and several small bosses.

Of course, for them, these are nothing... As Tan Lang said, the difficulty of this process is nothing more than the level of an ordinary script.

Tan Lang's previous reasoning was very accurate - Feng Bujue was indeed busy with other things at the moment, and he did not plan to eliminate his opponent as soon as possible.

Seeing this point... The three people of Blade were unstoppable, and they killed to the [Forgotten Courtyard] in the blink of an eye.

"The monsters are really getting stronger..." After killing a giant rooster that could spray petrifying rays with its eyes, Qi Sha's breathing finally became a little chaotic.

"And speeding up the pace of the march... objectively speaking, it does consume more physical strength." Brother Long also said.

"Don't worry... We have played so many games..." Tan Lang continued, "How many times have we encountered the enemy in full state? Most of the time... the winner is decided within five skills."

"That's true..." Qi Sha said with a wry smile, "When masters fight, life and death are a matter of a moment."

"Why didn't I feel that?" Brother Long laughed, "I often fight masters for three hundred rounds before the winner is decided."

"Hehe..." Tan Lang also laughed, "There are very few defensive fighting players like you among the top players. It's okay in Horror Paradise... If it's another game, with players like you participating in the game... the viewing experience will be greatly reduced."

As they chatted, their steps did not stop. At this point, another red door appeared in front of them.

When the three of them passed through another white corridor, the system prompt came as expected: [Clock Tower].

"Oh...are we here yet..." Tan Lang said as soon as he heard the system prompt, "I have a deep impression of this map..." He paused for a second and recalled, "Remember when I played that Castlevania game, I died here many times, so I went to look up the guide, and it was when I looked up the guide that I read some relevant knowledge about Castlevania."

"Oh? So...are there a lot of instant death traps here?" Brother Long asked suspiciously.

"Or...are the monsters here particularly sharp?" Qi Sha also asked.

"That's not the case." Tan Lang replied, "I only realized later that the reason I always die here...is just that I'm clumsy."

"Tsk~" Brother Long and Qi Sha snorted in unison, and both looked at their political commissar with contempt.

"But!" Every qualified political commissar often uses these two words in the middle and later stages of the conversation, and Tan Lang is no exception, "According to my observation...we should not have to fight the boss of the Clock Tower."

As he said that, he took out the "treasure map". At this moment, many clear geometric figures appeared in the middle of the treasure map in his hand, which was originally composed of graffiti, and those outlines drawn... seemed to be every space they passed through along the way. (To be continued...)