On the road at night, red and blue police lights were flashing, and sirens were wailing.
Due to the thunderstorm, the police couldn't mobilize helicopters to pursue Feng Bujue and the others, so they could only pursue them on the ground.
And this … gave the two of them an opportunity to take advantage of.
Under the command of Feng Bujue, Hill cleverly broke through several roadblocks set up by the police and successfully drove the car into the city.
After arriving at the complex terrain of the city, Brother Jue took advantage of the time gap between the police and the encirclement to abandon the car and escape into the night with Hill.
However, leaving the car didn't mean that they were safe. Due to the weather, 98% of the people in the city stayed indoors, and there were almost no cars 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 careless, they could still be caught.
"Hah … Hah … What should we do now?" Hill panted as he ran, asking Brother Jue what to do.
Compared with the homeless man who drank all year round, Feng Bujue's physical fitness was much better. Even though his body had shrunk, he was still not out of breath. "I'm very familiar with the capture tactics of the American police. Under the premise that there are enough police officers, they usually make a 'pocket' and drive the prey into it. Then, they tighten the pocket and take them down in one fell swoop." He replied calmly, "This tactic is very oppressive, and the efficiency and success rate are also good. However, it also has an obvious weakness."
"What … What is it?" Hill asked anxiously.
Now, Hill was no longer surprised that Brother Jue would say something like that. He only wished that Mr. F could help him escape with his life.
"In this confrontation, what is the fundamental difference between the police and the criminal?" Feng Bujue didn't answer Hill's question. Instead, he threw a question back.
"Difference? Of course, one is running, and the other is chasing, "Hill answered casually.
"Oh …" Feng Bujue laughed dryly and didn't comment on Hill's answer. He continued, "It's a psychological advantage, Mr. Hill." He glanced at Hill. "Take you as an example. At this moment, you have taken it for granted that you are the 'running' party, and the police are the 'chasing' party. Because of this, you were caught."
"But this is the truth …" Hill replied.
"Then tell me, why can you only run?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"Because they have more people, and they have guns!" Hill replied confidently.
"Strength in numbers is also relative." Feng Bujue continued, "To be specific … Before their 'pocket' tightens, as long as we don't get close to the main force responsible for 'driving' them away, we just need to choose a random direction to move forward. At most, we will encounter two police cars … or even one police car." He paused. "In other words, it's two against two."
"But they have …" Hill was about to emphasize the enemy's military strength when he saw his Brother Jue take out a strange-looking device from his backpack. He immediately changed his words. "Uh … What is this?"
"A compound anti-gravity catapult." Feng Bujue reported the name of this item, successfully shocking Hill, an ordinary person whose consciousness was still stuck in the 1980s.
"This … is more powerful than guns, right?" Hill asked after looking at it for two seconds.
"Its power is close to the large-caliber artillery of the 19th century," Feng Bujue replied.
Hill heard this and gulped. "I see …"
"Most thieves can't escape once they are targeted by the police." Feng Bujue continued, "On the other hand, thieves … often succeed in escaping. The reason … other than the gap in equipment and personal ability, the fundamental reason is their mentality." As he said this, he led Hill through an alley and ran toward the bottom of an overpass. "Only when you push down the wall in your mind, you really have the opportunity to climb over the obstacles in reality."
A minute later, the two had passed through the bottom of the overpass and came to the door of a second-hand car shop.
Screech —
In the blink of an eye, a police car suddenly appeared from the side of the alley in front of them. The driver hit the brakes and did a beautiful drift, blocking the road in front of them.
The next second, two police officers quickly opened the door and got out of the car with the engine still running. They raised their guns and aimed at Brother Jue and Hill.
"Police! Hands up! Put your hands on your head … "
Bang —
Before one of the police officers could finish his sentence, he was hit by a roadside trash can.
The person who "launched" the trash can … was naturally Feng Bujue. He had already reacted the moment the police car rushed out. He used the catapult as fast as he could to catch a "bullet" that was close at hand.
A catapult was different from a gun … As long as the object was large enough, there was no need to aim very accurately. A random shot could hit the target.
"D * mn it!" Seeing that his partner was knocked out by the flying trash can, the other police officer on the other side of the police car quickly ducked down and used the front of the car as a cover. He put his gun on the hood and pointed at Brother Jue. "Put down your weapons! Or I'll shoot! "
"Put down your weapons, or I'll kill your partner." Feng Bujue was completely unmoved. He turned around and used the catapult to catch another "bullet" (another trash can). He raised it in front of him and threatened the police officer.
The police officer raised his voice a few octaves higher. "Kid! I'll say it again! Put down your weapons … "
"Shut the f * ck up!" Brother Jue used his ten-year-old body to shout even louder than the police officer. He shouted at the top of his lungs. "I'll count to three! If you don't surrender before I count to three … the trash can in front of me will hit your unconscious partner at a speed of three hundred meters per second. Even if he doesn't die, he'll be disabled for life! "
"Officer … I think you'd better do as he says …" Hill had already bent over and hid behind a low wall by the roadside. When he heard the conversation outside, he raised his voice and shouted at the police officer, "… This kid is capable of doing 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 a lot of pressure … First of all, he still hadn't realized what had just happened. Secondly, even though he had a gun in his hand and aimed at where Brother Jue was standing, he could only see a trash can …
Obviously, Feng Bujue had come up with a foolproof plan before he made his move. The trash can that was used as' ammunition 'was floating right before him, and it blocked half of his ten-year-old body. Other than that, since the officer was squatting behind the car to aim, the shooting angle was limited. In conclusion, even if the officer really opened fire, the chance of Brother Jue being hit was minuscule.
"Two!" Feng Bujue quickly counted to two, not giving the police officer any time to think.
"Okay! Okay! I'll come out! Don't do anything stupid! "Under the pressure, the police officer compromised.
After he shouted a few words, he raised the gun in his hand, slowly straightened his body, and moved around the back of the police car.
Normally, the person who was in control of the situation would try to slow down the person who was under threat to prevent the latter from playing any tricks.
But … Feng Bujue chose to do it this time …
"Are you f * cking holding back your sh * t? You have three seconds to stand up for me! Put the gun on the ground! Or I'll shoot … One! "Brother Jue cursed and started counting again.
The police officer didn't expect things to turn out this way. He was a little flustered. "Okay … Calm down, I'll …" As he spoke, he quickly took two steps forward and bent down to put the gun on the ground.
He didn't expect …
Bang!
The moment he bent down, Brother Jue didn't hesitate to shoot the trash can at him, knocking him out on the ground.
When Hill heard the noise and peeked out from behind the wall, Feng Bujue had already walked to the police car and took away the guns on the two police officers.
Feng Bujue pocketed both guns and turned to tell Hill, "Don't just stand there, come and drive."
"They …" Hill jogged over and lowered his head to look at the two police officers on the ground. "… They're not dead, are they?"
"They're fine, just fainted. At most, they'll suffer from a mild concussion." Feng Bujue calmly said the scary line.
He was not trying to console Hill; he was merely stating the truth. With the normal power of the catapult, attacking a normal person at this distance had a high chance of killing them, but in this scenario, all of Feng Bujue's items, equipment, and skills had been weakened just like his body size, and that had allowed the two officers to survive.
"3204,3204, please reply. What's the situation on your side? Over. "
Just as Brother Jue and Hill got into the police car, the walkie-talkie rang.
"What do we do now?" Hill looked at Brother Jue in panic. "They must have reported it through the walkie-talkie before they drove out …"
"Then we'll report it again." Feng Bujue said as he took out the Deceitful Pocket Watch. He placed it next to his lips for a few seconds before speaking into the walkie-talkie. "This is 3204. I'm sorry … It was a false alarm. Everything is normal here. Over."
When Feng Bujue used the police officer's voice to speak into the walkie-talkie, Hill turned his head woodenly and looked at Brother Jue like he was looking at God. However, he didn't interrupt. His lips twitched as he silently accepted this setting …
"Roger that. All units, the alarm at 3204 southwest has been lifted. Over." The reply came through the walkie-talkie.
After Feng Bujue heard that, he hung up the walkie-talkie with satisfaction and put away the Deceitful Pocket Watch. He leaned back in his chair and said, "Let's go. Lead the way."
…
At 9: 20 pm, inside the castle.
After deciding on the strategy of speeding up the pace, Blade's efficiency increased by leaps and bounds.
After killing their way out of the [Demon City's Book Collection Vault], they went through the [Dance Hall] and [Fantasy Palace] respectively. During this time, they encountered countless monsters of all sizes and a few mini-BOSSes.
Of course, for them, this was nothing. Just as Tan Lang said, the difficulty of this process was no more than that of a normal scenario.
Tan Lang's deduction was spot on. Feng Bujue was indeed busy with something else, and he didn't plan to eliminate the enemy as soon as possible.
With that in mind, the three members of Blade were like a hot knife through butter. In the blink of an eye, they reached the Forgotten Courtyard.
"The monsters are getting stronger and stronger …" After killing a giant rooster that could shoot petrifying rays out of its eyes, Seven Kills' breathing finally became erratic.
"And speeding up the pace … objectively speaking, it does consume a lot of stamina," Brother Long added.
"Don't worry … We've already fought so many matches," Tan Lang said. "How many times have we encountered the enemy when we were at full strength? Most of the time … the result was decided within five skills. "
"You're right …" Seven Kills laughed bitterly. "In a battle between experts, life and death can be decided in an instant."
"How come I don't feel that way?" Brother Long laughed. "I often fight with experts for three hundred rounds before the result is decided."
"Ha …" Tan Lang laughed. "Among the top players, there are very few defensive fighting players like you. It's fine in Thriller Paradise … but if this was another game, with a player like you participating in the competition … the viewing experience would be greatly reduced."
While they chatted, they did not stop moving. At this point, another red door appeared before them.
When the three of them passed through another white corridor, the system notification arrived as expected: [Chronometer Tower].
"Oh … We're here …" As soon as he heard the system prompt, Greedy Wolf muttered, "I have a deep impression of this map …" He paused for a second and recalled, "I still remember when I played the Demon's Citadel game, because I died here many times, I went to check the strategy guide. It was also when I was checking the strategy guide that I read some related knowledge about the Demon's Citadel."
"Oh? Does that mean … there are many instant death traps here? "Brother Long asked.
"Or … are the monsters here especially powerful?" Seven Kills asked.
"That's not it," Tan Lang replied. "I only realized later that the reason I kept dying here … is because I'm not that good at fighting."
"Tsk …" Brother Long and Seven Kills snorted in unison, and they both glanced at their political commissar with condescension.
"But!" Every qualified political commissar would use this word at the end of their conversation, and Tan Lang was no exception. "Based on my observation … we should be able to avoid fighting the boss of the Chronometer Tower."
As he spoke, he took out the "treasure map". At that moment, the map that was originally made from scribbles in his hand had many clear geometric shapes, and the outlines that were drawn … were the spaces that they had passed through so far.
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