"Clatter"
"Clatter"
"Clatter"
The sound of shoes hitting the floor resounded in the messy floor. This sound was not conspicuous among the screams and cries of the people in the hall. But soon, along with the sound of gunshots, a hoarse roar rang out as well.
"Shut the f * ck up! I'll kill whoever screams again! "
Bullets flew over everyone's head. Under the extreme threat of death, everyone quickly shut their mouths.
They were two guys wearing simple clown masks. Their skin was pale, their noses and mouths were bright red, and their expressions were exaggerated. Under the deterrence of the explosion that had just killed more than 20 people, the clown masks looked very frightening.
Exaggerated black humor. Sometimes, a smile is more terrible than a knife.
"Hey, hold this thing tight!"
The tall guy squatted down, pulled the ring, and stuffed the grenade in his hand into the hand of the security guard whose leg was injured by the explosion. This was a grenade with a safety. After pulling the ring, if the safety spring didn't jump out, it wouldn't detonate. But in this case, it was necessary to hold the grenade tightly with both hands. As long as the hand was released, the grenade filled with fragments was enough to destroy everything within 20 meters.
The guy wearing a dirty purple suit stuffed more than a dozen grenades into the hands of the other people lying on the ground. Then the guy wearing black gloves announced in a hoarse and strange voice.
"Hold your little life and mine tightly, don't do anything bad. You and I don't want anyone to get hurt, right?"
In the bank hall full of black scorch marks and unpleasant smell, he opened his hands, one hand holding a gun, the other hand open, like a real madman.
And in this process, one of his accomplices rushed into the door leading to the vault with a strange instrument, then several gunshots were heard. The other guy was holding a gun, wandering around the hall, the muzzle of the gun in his hand didn't leave the crowd.
But just when he walked to the side of the office that had been blown up, from the ruins behind him, an extremely badly burned arm stretched out with difficulty, and the black muzzle at the end of the arm.
"Bang Bang"
Two gunshots were heard, the guy wearing a Joker mask was shot in the back, the shot directly hit the back of the head, the motor nerve was damaged, he didn't even have the chance to shoot, just like that, he fell down. But in the next moment, the robber in a purple suit reacted quickly and fired a few shots at the pile of ruins. The struggling Mr. Hofs was hit, his screams were heard, indicating that the threat was gone.
The other people in the gunfight screamed again. This action seemed to have angered the bastard in the purple suit. He reached out his hand and fired a few shots into the sky, then took out a grenade from his pocket, pulled the ring in front of everyone, and held it in his hand.
His hoarse voice sounded again, it contained a sense of helplessness.
"In this day and age, you really have to do everything yourself, listen to me! If I see anyone move, I hear any sound, I will immediately, I will immediately release my hand … Look at you look at me! "
The guy pointed the pistol in his hand at his own body and said something that made one's hair stand on end.
"Do you think someone like me is afraid of death?"
The face under the mask looked at the intimidating scene around him with satisfaction and said meaningfully, "Don't worry, Sir.
"Your lives are very valuable, I won't touch a single cent of your money, so we are not enemies … So don't try to be a hero! OK？”
No one answered, and he didn't need anyone to answer. During the few minutes of waiting, Mr. Hofs' painful moans made everyone's hearts jump to their throats. They prayed that God might or might not exist. Finally, after a difficult wait, the accomplice of the psychopath in the purple suit walked out.
He struggled to drag a dozen big bags full of dollars, then went back and forth three times, piling up the blue bags and money in the devastated hall.
But this was supposed to be a rewarding moment. Although there was a small mess, they had succeeded in the end. This should be the moment for the robbers to cheer and celebrate. However, the atmosphere between the two accomplices was inexplicably stagnant.
The guy who came out of the vault with the money pointed the gun at the man in the purple suit when he turned around.
"I'm guessing that you were instructed to kill me after everything was over, right?"
The short guy seemed a little agitated. He waved the pistol in his hand.
"Damn it! We got the proposal together. We said that we would make a fortune together! But when I went in, Fuller wanted to kill me! Kanter and the others must have been killed by our accomplices! I knew that damned Joker had a trick up his sleeve! Tell me, what was your order? "
The man in the dark purple suit slowly turned around. He looked at the muzzle of the gun in front of him and seemed to be in a daze. He couldn't help but switch the grenade in his hand to his other hand and put the pistol into his pocket. Then, he pulled up his sleeve and revealed the colorful children's watch on his arm. He looked at the time and turned around. Under the clown mask, he saw what he wanted to see.
"No! What are you talking about? My partner, my order was to kill the school bus driver … "
As he spoke, he took two steps back. Facing the muzzle of the gun, he raised his hands.
"Hey, buddy, I never wanted to kill anyone … Really! Never! "
His partner was still confused by his words. He couldn't help but ask.
"School bus driver? What school bus driver? "
The guy in the dark purple suit stretched out his finger and pointed behind him.
"Look, that's him!"
"Boom!"
Just as the confused guy turned around, a yellow school bus at full speed crashed into the bank through the hollow glass door. Glass shards flew in the air, forming a colorful, rainbow-like halo. The unlucky guy was hit by the school bus, and his whole body flew backward.
He fell awkwardly in the middle of the hall, leaving the robber alone. He turned around and tilted his head to look at the unlucky bastard. The broken glass had pierced his heart, and with the impact just now, he was beyond saving.
"Click!"
The back door of the dusty and slightly twisted school bus opened, and another guy wearing a clown mask jumped out. Without saying a word, he threw the bag full of cash into the school bus and spent two minutes moving everything before he asked in a puzzled tone.
"Where are the others?"
What greeted him was two bullets flying towards his body. When the school bus driver, who was also the last accomplice, fell to the ground, the guy in the purple suit whistled as if he was very satisfied and pleased.
Under the watchful eyes of all the onlookers in the hall, there should have been at least six people in the robber gang, but the guy in the purple suit was the only one left. They were lying on the ground, witnessing a high IQ crime.
But he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he looked up at the clock on the wall and walked briskly like a child into the ruins of the office. He lifted a few bricks and threw them aside, revealing the miserable Mr. Hofs and the unconscious Sergues.
They were the only two survivors of the first explosion.
He bent down and patted Mr. Hofs on the cheek with the ice-cold gun to wake him up. Then, without saying a word, he stuffed the grenade into Hofs' hand. Hofs knew what the grenade was. So even though he was shot, he struggled to control the grenade that was about to explode. He didn't dare to let his guard down at all.
Then, he heard the weird guy in front of him say in a lazy and sarcastic voice.
"The police will be here in five minutes, the gangsters will be here in three minutes, and the Central School bus will be here in two minutes. So, let's make this short, sir."
"Cough … You don't know … You don't know whose money you stole!"
Hofs looked weakly at the weird guy in the Joker mask in front of him. He also saw the other Joker mask corpses. He smiled with difficulty.
"You think you're smart, huh? You killed them, and the people who hired you will do the same to you! "
"Hey hey hey, buddy, wake up!"
The Joker squatted in front of him and patted his face. He said in a mocking tone, "No one hired me, I just thought that doing this … is very, very cool! Isn't it? "
This sentence angered Hofs. He shouted with the last of his strength.
"What the f * ck are you?! This city, Gotham, the criminals here used to have their own beliefs. Falconi wanted to win the glory that he couldn't get in society, and the others wanted to gain respect. The money you stole is just a facade. Only idiots would care about these things … "
He held the grenade with both hands and breathed with difficulty. His chest heaved up and down like a broken bellows. He roared and laughed like a man at the end of his rope, but also like a wise man who had seen through everything.
"Look at you! You are a madman in strange clothes. You killed dozens of people for money … What do you believe in? What are you doing it for? Tell me! Tell me!!! "
"But that's not how you addressed the last person in the strange clothes!"
Hofs widened his eyes when he saw the face covered in white paint. There were large black circles around the eyes and bright red paint on the lips. He looked just like a real clown. Hofs stared at Hofs with his eyes wide open. The face was covered in white paint, with large black circles around the eyes and bright red paint on the lips.
However, the wounds on both sides of his cheeks couldn't be faked. This guy … this guy's mouth had been cut open … Connecting this to his current mental state, Mr. Hofs had a strange guess in his heart. This guess finally defeated his will.
"You … You're crazy …"
"No, don't look at me like that. I know what you're thinking, but I'm not crazy … You see, I'm similar to Batman, aren't I? You call him a hero, but you call me a lunatic … I'm very dissatisfied! "
He pursed his lips, and his eyes revealed a touch of undisguised madness and joy after committing a crime.
"Listen to me, what am I doing this for? It's very simple, I just … wanted to do this! So I did it! This is an invitation. Do you know that? I invited people I'm interested in to play games with me … "
He snickered as he took out a blood-stained poker card from the inner pocket of his dirty purple suit and placed it in front of Hofs.
"As for what I believe …"
He put on the Joker's mask again, took out another grenade from his pocket, wrapped a string around the pin of the grenade in front of Hofs, and then put it in Hofs' pocket. Finally, he waved goodbye to Hofs like an old friend.
"My dear, I believe that anything that doesn't kill you will only make you more … strange."
"Goodbye. I hope that you can survive and spread the story of the clown far and wide … Oh, no, no, no, I think I shouldn't say it. After all, as a villain, I shouldn't be too famous, right?"
The school bus moved slowly. The moment it drove out of the bank, it happened to be the moment when the four school buses from Central School passed by the bank. It followed behind the school buses and left the street in a grand manner.
Hofs, who was lying on the ground, could only watch as the string in his pocket and the pin in his pocket got closer and closer.
"Click!"
Hofs' face turned extremely stiff when the bolt was pulled open. He was prepared to face death. But a few seconds later, a disgusting gas wafted out from his pocket. Hofs heaved a sigh of relief. "That's right. That's right.
"What the hell … It's a replica toy …"
When the others saw this scene, they saw a cloud of green gas rising into the air. They also saw Hofs tossing the grenade to the side with great difficulty. A cloud of foul gas rose into the air as well.
It's a toy!
"Ah, what the hell, I was scared to death!"
A fat man lying on the edge of the hall breathed a sigh of relief. He was scared out of his wits just now, but now he seemed to have regained his rationality and courage. He looked at the "toy" grenade in his hand with contempt, and a trace of mockery appeared on his face. He threw it out of the window.
"Does he think he can scare us with this thing?"
The others also breathed a sigh of relief, but when they let go of the grenade, Hofs shouted with difficulty.
"No! No! "
"Boom!"
Two balls of flame exploded in the hall, and everything around them was engulfed in flames. Hofs felt something heavy hit his head, and his vision turned black, and he lost consciousness.
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