Chapter 261: Battle for the Cloak (Part 3)

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

"I am helping you understand the situation, officer." Feng Bujue replied slowly: "As far as I know, Gotham's police force is seriously insufficient at present, and the casualties of your subordinates are consequences that you cannot bear. At this moment, we have been fully prepared, and it is impossible to enter this building without alerting us. So, if you insist on using a strong attack strategy, you will inevitably pay a heavy price.

In addition, I have to explain that the safe deposit box of this bank can be It is imported and has an interesting design. Once the power is cut off, the air inside will be sucked out instantly. At the same time, the electronic lock on the door will randomly give a string of numbers at the moment of power failure. At that time, the password we set will also become invalid. Only by contacting the European head office that produces this gate, going through a series of complex identity identification procedures, obtaining a special decryption program, and then decoding the random number can the safe be reopened.

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

Of course, you can pray for such a situation, for example... your people, or a superhero, are strong enough to force their way in here and subdue us without cutting off the power when we are on guard.

Although I personally doubt this situation, even if it really happens, I have to regret to tell you that the situation will not change.

The life and death of the hostages is still in our hands. In thirty minutes... sorry, it's twenty-five Minutes. It is impossible to force open this safe with external force. Without the password we provide, you can only watch the hostages suffocate. "

"Okay, okay!" Clapton turned his head and shouted to the person next to him, "Let the tactical team stop the action and stand by!" He sighed and said to the receiver again: "Okay, did you hear it all? 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 and continued: "Then... please call me again in ten minutes, and I will tell you what we want." After that, he hung up the phone.

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The bank lobby is still very bright. Although the row of glass doors at the entrance are blocked by roller shutters, the lights on the ceiling are also on during the day, so there is no effect.

Feng Bujue stood by the counter. After he finished talking to Clapton, he put down the receiver.

The submachine gun bandit had been pointing his gun at Feng Bujue. He certainly would not trust this inexplicable stranger so easily. As long as Feng Bujue said a half-word like a code on the phone, he would be shot immediately.

The other two bandits were a little further away. They were on the two wings of the lobby, monitoring the dozens of hostages who had been gathered in the center of the lobby with guns.

"Am I right? Just a little nonsense can stop their attack." Feng Bujue shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.

"Okay. You bought ten minutes of safety time, so what? You still didn't tell me how we should get out?" The submachine gun bandit asked. At this time, his tone was relatively mild, no longer that vicious tone.

"In a situation of hostage-taking and confrontation with the police, the kidnappers' most important and basic task is to count the number of hostages first." Feng Bujue replied. Before he could wait for the other party to respond, he continued: "According to my observation, the three of you have not done this yet. Fortunately, I have counted for you. In addition to you three and me, there are a total of 29 people here." He stretched out his hand and gestured with his palm: "Can you move the muzzle away from me first?"

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

Feng Bujue walked slowly to the bank manager (a bald middle-aged man wearing 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 in his arms and lay on the ground, not daring to breathe. When he heard Feng Bujue's footsteps approaching, he became nervous. When Feng Bujue's fingers touched him, he was even more frightened.

"Don't be nervous, man." Feng Bujue patted his shoulder: "I just want to ask, where are the cash bags and the plastic locks used to seal them?"

"Oh... in... go in through the door behind the counter, there are a lot of them in the warehouse..." the manager replied while thinking.

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

The bald manager was stunned for two seconds, then nodded and did as he was told.

Just now, while Brother Jue was talking to Sheriff Clapton on the other end of the phone, he had observed everyone in the lobby and inferred a lot of information based on the various detailed features of these people. Therefore, he knew very well who the bank manager was, and he also knew that the key and door card required to enter and exit the employee area were in this guy's trouser pocket.

"What are you going to do?" asked the money-carrying bandit.

"Of course, it is to better control the situation." Feng Bujue replied, "Can you please take those things out?" He said, handing the key and door card to the money-carrying bandit.

"When will it be his turn to order me..." The money-carrying bandit replied unhappily.

The submachine gun bandit interrupted, "Okay, do what he says." He also added, "Even if he is asked to take it, you have to follow him, right?"

The boss spoke, and the money-carrying bandit was helpless. He glared at Feng Bujue, took the key, and walked over the counter to the warehouse.

After the bandit left, the submachine gun bandit spoke again and said two words: "Now, what?"

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

At this distance, the accuracy of the death poker will not be any mistake. With a flash of light, it cut the target's throat.

The submachine gun gangster never understood until his death how the unarmed man in front of him could suddenly have a deadly weapon in his hand without making any throwing movements.

"You!" The pistol gangster in the distance saw this scene and reacted quickly, raising his gun and shooting.

Bang bang bang... gunshots rang out. Feng Bujue did not dodge or evade, but stood still. He did not activate the [Shield] special effect of Poker, but just raised his arms to protect his face.

The development of the matter was just as Feng Bujue expected. The opponent's shooting skills were really bad. In panic, he shot all the bullets in the pistol at once, but only two hit. The two bullets were blocked by the sound wall of [Echo Armor]. Although there was a blood hole 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 in his mind. When the other party had finished firing a round of bullets, he calmly put down his arm and took out his submachine gun from his bag. He ignored the guy who had run out of bullets and took the lead in aiming at the door that the money-carrying bandit had just entered. He listened to the footsteps of the guy running back and made a prediction. He pulled the trigger at the moment he appeared.

"What's going on..." This sentence was interrupted by the sound of gunshots. The money-carrying bandit was shot in the face as soon as he stepped out of the door and died on the spot.

"Put down the gun." Feng Bujue had killed two people in a row, but his expression was calm as usual. He said this to the remaining pistol bandit.

"Don't dream! You bastard!" The pistol bandit roared back. At this time, he had hidden by the west wall of the lobby. In a compartment with an ATM (the ATM is embedded in the wall, and the front is a space similar to a telephone booth, one meter square. It is surrounded by bulletproof glass with patterns on three sides, and the glass door can be bolted from the inside), he started to change the bullets for the pistol.

He didn't know where Feng Bujue took out the weapon from, nor did he know what killed the boss. He only knew that the murderous guy in front of him would definitely not care about the life and death of the hostages, so the gun in his hand was the last bargaining chip. Wouldn't it be a state of being slaughtered if he put it down?

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

The pistol gangster's hands were shaking constantly, which affected the efficiency of loading bullets. He was afraid that the other party would rush over immediately. Now that Feng Bujue told him to shoot dozens of times, he felt a little relieved and felt that he had gained some time.

"One, two, three, four..." Feng Bujue counted one number per second, and the time was very precise. In the seven seconds when he counted to seven, he did the following things: put away the submachine gun, took out the [Endless Grenade Magazine] from the bag, took out a [Mark II Grenade (Generation)] from the grenade magazine, put away the [Endless Grenade Magazine], pulled the fuse of the grenade and swung one arm, aiming at the uncapped compartment six or seven meters away...

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

The pistol bandit had already loaded the bullets, gasping for breath, and said to himself: "Calm down, I can do it, that guy is already injured, as long as I rush out, move faster..."

Bang, bang, snap, gurgle...

This is the sound of the grenade being thrown into the compartment from above, rebounding twice and landing.

The pistol gangster looked at the grenade at his feet that had been removed from the fuse. After his brain short-circuited for a second, he said the last words of his life. A thousand words can be summed up in four letters: "Fuck."

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Bang! A loud bang.

Even through the closed iron door, the sound of the explosion was still difficult to cover up.

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

Beep-beep-beep--"The hostages are fine." Feng Bujue picked up the phone and said directly, "But the time is not up yet, officer, I hate people who have no sense of time. For this, you have to wait another ten minutes and start counting again from now on." He didn't give the other party any room to interrupt: "If you call in earlier, a few minutes earlier, I will kill a few hostages." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone rudely.

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In the bank lobby, the hostages still did not get up from the ground, because after Feng Bujue killed the three bandits, he seized the two guns from the submachine gun bandit and continued the hostage-taking…

"Ladies and gentlemen." Feng Bujue said. While dragging his lame leg, he came behind the counter and put away the gun that held the money gangster. "From now on, I have the final say here. As long as you cooperate with my actions, no one will be hurt."

If all goes well, a few hours later you'll be sitting at the dinner table, sharing dinner with your family. With any luck, the married men out there. Tonight you can also reunite with your long-awaited sex life. " His tone seemed to be joking with a group of familiar friends, without any hint of intimidation. "But, if anyone refuses to cooperate with me, or even tries to hinder me..." He put an office chair with wheels on Pushing to the outside of the counter, he sat on it, holding the gun and saying: "I will shoot at all the living creatures in sight until the ammunition is exhausted. He paused for a few seconds and glanced at the expressions on the faces of the hostages. Then he said, "Do you understand?" "

The hostages never expected that after three stupid thieves died, another anti-human lunatic would emerge. No one dared to meet his gaze, and no one dared to answer the question directly. Some of the hostages were already crying and silently reciting God's blessing.

"Okay, now, the lady in the beige coat, yes. That's you." Feng Bujue said, "Can you please raise your head?"

She was a blonde girl in her thirties, with an average figure and appearance. The makeup on his face was stained by crying, and the clothes on his chest were stained with vomit fluid. After hearing this. He raised his head and looked at Feng Bujue, and replied with fear on his face: "Please... please don't hurt me..."

"Don't worry, madam, I don't want to hurt anyone." Feng Bujue said: "I noticed that there is a brown handbag on the ground to your left. I think that is your thing?"

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

"I would like to ask, ma'am, did you bring your makeup bag today?"

"What?" She was stunned instinctively when she heard the words, but she was afraid that answering too slowly would anger Feng Bujue, so she immediately added: "Yes... I brought it with me."

"Do you have any eyebrow tweezers in your makeup bag?"

"Yes... there is."

"Then, please go over now, open that bag, find your cosmetic bag, take out the tweezers from it, and give it to me." Feng Bujue paused and added: "Don't be anxious, no one is rushing you. I don’t want you to mess up things because you are panicking.”

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

Feng Bujue took the things and said with a smile: "Thank you, please lie down where you were and let me see your hands."

After she lay back down, Feng Bujue turned around and found the bald manager and said, "Mr. Manager, please come here too."

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

"Thirty cash bags and sixty plastic locks, please go and get them for me." Feng Bujue said, pointing to the body of the gangster who held the money; "The key and door are stuck on him, I think He won't mind if you take it back." He made a gesture of invitation and tilted his head; "Go ahead."

The body of the gangster who pretended to be money was lying upside down under the door frame behind the counter. It was easy to walk over. The bank manager mustered up the courage, picked up the keys and key card from the guy whose head was beaten into a honeycomb, and walked to the warehouse.

"Oh, that's right." Feng Bujue reminded loudly: "Don't make me wait too long, otherwise... you know."

"Yes...understood." The bank manager responded and trotted off to get the things.

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

Feng Bujue put the gun within reach, lightly toasted the tweezers with a lighter, opened the wound and took out the bullet, and without changing his expression, he took out the shrapnel and some of his own meat...

The hostages who raised their eyes and glanced at him were all stunned. They didn't know that the player's pain had been weakened. They all exclaimed in their hearts: This is a real man...

Feng Bujue quickly took out the two bullets without bandaging them, and the [Bleeding] effect in his status bar stopped on its own. He looked at the survival value, which was still 68%, so there was no need to rush to reply just yet.

At this time, the bank manager also came back with a pile of cash bags and plastic locks. He put these things on the ground in front of Feng Bujue and asked, "Do you have any other instructions? Sir?"

Feng Bujue used his eyes to indicate where the other hostages were: "Use locks to tie their hands behind their backs and their feet together, and then put the cash bags over their heads."

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

After four rings, Feng Bujue picked up the call: "You were on time this time, officer."

"How are the hostages in the safe? Are they still alive?" Clapton asked, "What do you want? You can't escape, understand? Listen... I know it wasn't you who killed the hostage just now, man, you are a smart man, if you persuade your accomplices to surrender with you, I can plead for you to the judge." When he said the second half of the sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if the deal was really worth it.

"Hehe... It sounds like a very tempting condition, but... Between a fixed-term sentence and being at large, I think the latter is obviously more tempting. Anyway, I have the password to the safe. Before the hostages are rescued... or... die, you can't shoot me, right? Haha..." He smiled smugly. This lie that came to mind at the last minute was indeed a good amulet.

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

As the shutter door slowly rose, the scene that appeared in front of the police was... (To be continued...)