"Now that things have turned out like this, even I won't be able to escape." Feng Bujue grumbled. "If I activate Body Enhancement Spell and charge out, even if these three can't hit me, the police outside will shoot me full of holes."
The criminal who was responsible for guarding the door then walked past Feng Bujue. Feng Bujue raised his head slightly to look back and realized that the elevator door behind him had disappeared and turned into a wall. Obviously, only the players could see the entrance when they entered the scenario, and once the players exited, it would disappear. The storyline characters turned a blind eye to all of this. Perhaps in their eyes, there was nothing here.
"I should observe the situation first …" Feng Bujue decided to observe the situation for a while longer. He temporarily turned his attention to the game menu.
…
Since entering the scenario, Feng Bujue had not inspected the five opponents in this scenario, so he decided to use this opportunity to do so.
It would have been fine if he did not look, but once he did, he was shocked.
"Are you kidding me? Three of them are in the top twenty on the combat ranking? " Whenever Feng Bujue entered the market, he would glance at the various rankings. With his memory, naturally, he had memorized all the players and guilds on the rankings in his mind.
"I remember this level 31 player is called Understanding Death. He is one of the four top players from Regulation, Drunken Life. He is at the same level as the man who smokes, drinks, and perms his hair! And this Seven Kills, who is also level thirty-one. If I'm not mistaken, he is the number three player in Brother Long's guild … "Since he often browsed the forums, Feng Bujue could basically name all the star players in the gaming studio." Hey … the level thirty-two Shiva is the boss of Brahman, right? He is also at the fifth place on the level ranking! Just like the top four, he is also level 32, right? "
Other than these three names, one of the other two was someone that Feng Bujue had met in Team Survival Mode before, and her nickname was Not a Scaredy Cat. "This girl is not one to be underestimated …" He had a bad feeling in his heart. "Wait a minute … Could it be that … other than me, all five of them are in the top twenty in terms of combat ability?"
Feng Bujue instinctively thought of the worst case scenario, and the sad thing was, he was right again …
[Understanding Death], Level 31, Male, Order Workshop, 8th place on the combat ranking.
[Shiva], Level 32, Male, Studio of the Gods, ranked second on the battle ranking.
[Seven Kills], Level 31, Male, Blade Edge Studio, 15th on the combat ranking.
[Not a Scaredy Cat], Level 30, Female, Jiang Hu Gaming Studio, 20th on the combat power ranking (Anonymous).
[Shadow King], Level 30, Male, Solo Professional Player, Battle Strength Ranked 19th (Anonymous).
Those were the five people that Feng Bujue had to deal with. In terms of level, they were obviously higher than him, and in terms of combat ability, they should be more than one level higher than him.
If Thriller Paradise had a player's overall combat ability ranking, then Feng Bujue would definitely be at the top. Of the five above him, a few of them might even drop out of the top fifty.
But in reality, there was no such ranking because 'intelligence' was something that could not be quantified.
Therefore, from the perspective of an outsider, or rather, from the perspective of any of the five players, they would think that Feng Bujue was the weakest in this Killing Game.
However, there were benefits to being thought of as the weakest.
As the saying goes, the bird that pokes its head out gets shot. In this kind of free-for-all mode, everyone's focus would naturally be on Shiva, who was the strongest player on the surface. They would be wary of Understanding Death and Seven Kills. Not a Scaredy Cat and Shadow King were anonymous on the combat power ranking. The three big characters probably had not heard of them, and they did not know each other, so they would be looked down on.
With regards to Feng Bujue, when people glanced at the game menu and saw the names of the other opponents, they would think, 'Feng Bujue, Level 28, Alive.' The series of reactions in their minds would be … I don't know him, he's the weakest, and he's probably the weakest. '
Under such circumstances, the 'weakest' Feng Bujue would be easily overlooked or even ignored. The others would not spend too much effort to guard against or assassinate him, and that was an advantage.
Of course, not everyone thought that he was the weakest.
Understanding Death had heard Meng Jingchan mention the name 'Feng Bujue' before, but he did not think much of it and soon forgot about it.
Seven Kills had also heard Long Aomin introduce this suspected serial killer, but … he did not remember him either.
Shiva and Shadow King had no recollection of Brother Jue's IGN.
Only Not a Scaredy Cat recognized him, and her memory of him was still fresh. At least from her perspective, Feng Bujue was not easy to deal with.
…
"Asshole! Who told you to hide! Get out here! "The criminal who went to look for an exit soon returned to the lobby, and he even dragged someone with him.
The person should be an employee of the bank. He was wearing the bank's uniform, and he was sweating profusely and looking scared.
"What's going on?" The criminal with the machine gun looked out of the bank suspiciously as he asked.
"He's hiding in the toilet, talking to the police on his phone," the criminal with the gun replied.
The criminal with the money cut in to ask, "Have you found another way out?"
"There are bars outside all the windows, and the window in the toilet is too small. Furthermore, there are police on the streets behind us."
"Damn it!" the criminal with the money cursed.
"Give me his phone," the criminal with the machine gun said.
His partner had already snatched the phone away from him and threw it back to him when he heard what he said.
He caught the phone and looked at the screen. Then he pressed the speed dial, and the call was connected three seconds later.
"How is it? Sir, are you okay? Why was the call cut off … "One of the officers lowered his voice and asked quickly.
But the criminal with the machine gun cut him off. "No, he's not okay. Something very serious." He made a hand gesture to signal for his partner to bring the man over.
The criminal with the gun understood and stepped forward to kick the man. The bank employee had no choice but to submit under the gun. He shuffled toward the bank entrance.
"Listen up, f * cking cop, listen to my conditions." Now that the criminal with the machine gun had the phone, he didn't have to risk sticking his head out to shout. He hid behind the wall and said to the officer on the other end of the phone, "Prepare a helicopter and a pilot for me. Have your men withdraw three blocks away." Before he finished, he put down the machine gun, pulled out the pistol at his waist, and pulled the trigger.
The bank employee fell to the ground, and blood sprayed all over the wall. This scene happened right in front of the bank entrance. It was fully displayed to the police, citizens, and reporters on the street.
The criminal with the machine gun raised his voice and said to the phone and the hostages in the bank lobby, "From now on, until I see the helicopter, I'll kill a hostage every ten minutes. Anyone who tries anything funny will end up like him! "With that, he hung up.
"Oh God …" The criminal with the money bag had one hand on his forehead. Looking at the body on the ground, his breathing became hurried. "Phew … Oh God … Oh God … You killed him, this …" He suddenly couldn't help it. He pulled off his mask and vomited on the ground.
There were many women among the hostages. When they saw the blood spurt out, they were too scared to react. Now that the criminal vomited, it caused a chain reaction. Many of the hostages who were lying on the ground changed to a kneeling position and vomited as well.
"You idiot! You're acting like a sissy, what a piece of trash! " The criminal with the machine gun cursed. He then raised the machine gun and shouted at the hostages, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Who told you to get up! Get down on the ground! Put your hands on your head! "
"Listen up, I'm the police's negotiation expert. I'm not armed, can you let me in to talk to you?" A middle-aged man came to the bank entrance. He was holding a loudspeaker and was not wearing his police uniform.
Tatatat —
The response was a spray of bullets from the machine gun. However, the bullets were aimed at the ground. The shooter only stuck the gun out and didn't aim.
The negotiator had no choice but to run back.
"Eight more minutes and I'll kill another hostage!" That was the gangster's response.
After the criminal with the money bag vomited, he seemed to feel better. After he caught his breath, he said, "Maybe … Uh … Maybe we should listen to what he has to say …"
"Shut up! Shut your f * cking mouth! "the criminal with the machine gun shouted." I'm in charge here! "
"The helicopter won't come." An unfamiliar voice said.
Since the hostages in the lobby were too scared to make a sound, Feng Bujue's words were clearly heard by everyone present.
"Who is it?" the criminal with the machine gun asked. "Which b * stard is talking?"
"It's him!" The criminal with the gun was closest to Feng Bujue, so he heard it clearly. "It's the kid in the purple suit."
"You, guard the door for me for a while." The criminal with the machine gun said to the criminal with the money bag. Hearing that, the latter walked toward the door with his body hunched.
After the two took turns, the criminal with the machine gun walked directly to Feng Bujue. "Get up, you b * stard!" He grabbed Feng Bujue's hair and pulled him up from a lying position to a kneeling position. "What did you say? Say it again. "
Feng Bujue lifted his head to look at the man, but his expression was calm and collected. "I said, the helicopter that you want will not come. Even if it takes eighty minutes, it will not come, much less eight minutes."
"B * stard …" The criminal fiercely pressed the machine gun against Feng Bujue's forehead. "You think you're smart? Hmm? Speak! Who are you? Are you also a police officer? Huh? Or are you playing with me? You want to be a hero? "
"I am just a small character. I just want to remind you that the two-lane road outside the door, even if you include the non-motorized lane, is not wide enough for a helicopter to land." Feng Bujue's answer was clever. He easily avoided the explanation of his identity and immediately changed the topic to something that the criminal would be interested in. "Even if the police really did call for a helicopter, it won't land at the entrance. You have to at least walk to the nearest junction before you can board it. During that process, you have to walk out of the bank and expose yourself to the snipers. " He paused. "You've already killed a hostage. Based on the current situation in Gotham City, I believe the police have enough reason to kill you on the spot …"
"Oh, my God!" The criminal with the money bag heard this from the wall near the door. He immediately covered his head with one hand and said in an extremely scared voice, "What have we done …"
"Enough! Shut up! " The criminal with the machine gun roared at his partner. Then he looked at Feng Bujue, let go of his hair, and said, "Humph … Is that all you wanted to say?"
"I'm not done yet." Feng Bujue replied. "I'll also tell you the police's next move. In a few minutes, they will announce that it's very difficult to call for a helicopter and ask you to temporarily stop killing the hostages and wait for a few more minutes. During this period of time, they will be busy setting up tactical teams and arranging for snipers to be in position. " His mind was clear, and he spoke quickly. He did not care whether the criminal could digest it or not. "Based on your plan of killing a hostage every ten minutes and waiting for the helicopter to help you escape, there are only two possible outcomes.
One, after you've killed a certain number of hostages, the police will announce that the helicopter has arrived, lure you out, and kill you.
Two, after you've killed a certain number of hostages, the police will attack.
As for what the police will do, it depends on the amount of information they have. The most important point is whether or not they know the number of robbers. Unfortunately, you killed the gentleman who spoke to the police. If he was still alive, you could have asked him how much he told the police about the situation here, but now … "
Feng Bujue sneered. "Also, I want to remind you that in the next minute, there may be a 'vigilante' who will intervene in this matter. Nightwing, Robin, Huntress, Black Canary … and so on. Forgive me for being blunt, but as long as one of them comes, I'm afraid the three of you will be captured alive."
He let out a long sigh and looked at the criminal in front of him who was stunned. He added, "About ten minutes ago, the excessive secretion of adrenaline put you on the verge of losing control. The escape plan you came up with during the hostage taking phase was worse than the plan you came up with during the robbery planning phase, "he said in a mocking tone." Ha … Of course, if that can be called a 'plan.' " He smiled. "At the same time, your impulsive act of killing people has put you and your accomplices in a situation where there is no way out. If you don't want to die or go to jail today, you'd better think of another idea immediately. Otherwise … "He imitated the sound of a clock and teased the criminal." Tick tock … Time waits for no one. The superheroes will come at any time. "
"You … Who are you …" After listening to Feng Bujue's analysis, the criminal with the submachine gun calmed down a little. He was no longer in a murderous state.
Feng Bujue observed the eyes of the three criminals. Then, he sneered and stood up without hesitation. "This is still a very secondary problem. At this moment, the most important thing for you … is how to escape."
...
Five minutes later, the metal shutter door behind the row of glass doors in the bank (electronically controlled, not manually pulled down) began to slowly descend. Soon, all of them were closed.
From this moment on, the police on the street and the kidnappers in the bank lost the means to observe each other's movements.
Almost at the same time as the shutter door closed, the phone that the police used to communicate with the kidnappers rang.
The bank worker who was shot dead used his phone to call the police when he was hiding inside the toilet. The call did not end until the police arrived. His number was directly transferred to another police phone at the crime scene.
"I am Officer Clapton." Clapton, who was responsible for commanding the crime scene, answered the phone.
"Hello, officer." Feng Bujue's voice came from the phone. "I believe you must have noticed that I am not the same person as the gentleman who was on the phone with you earlier." He paused for a second before continuing. "But for you, this should be good news. From now on, I will take over the job of communication. You can call me John Doe. "
"How are the hostages now? Are they still safe? "Clapton asked in a hurry." Listen to me … the helicopter still needs to … "
"Forget about the helicopter, officer. That was just a joke." Feng Bujue interrupted him. "With regards to the hostages, they are very safe. I can promise you that the violent scene earlier was just an accident. I believe both you and I do not wish for something like that to happen again, do you? "He chuckled lightly twice, and that caused the other party to shiver involuntarily.
"Listen to me … if you come out and surrender now …" Clapton replied.
"There are two things that I wish to tell you. First, this phone is almost out of battery. Next, I need you to call the number on the counter of the bank to talk to me. I believe you do not need me to tell you the number, right? "Feng Bujue said and then hung up.
"Quick, quick …" Clapton waved his hands at his colleagues inside the surveillance van behind him.
The workers inside the van all heard the content of the call. Before Feng Bujue finished, they had already moved into action. In less than one minute, the call was connected.
Clapton listened to the beeping sound that came from the phone for a few seconds. Then Feng Bujue's voice came again. "The second thing …" He did not beat around the bush. "If my speculation is not wrong, a well-equipped and well-trained team has already started to infiltrate this building that I am currently in. I know that they only need to use some tools to remove a few iron bars, and then they will be able to sneak in through the windows on the first floor. There are at least five rooms that they can use as an entry point. Then, they will silently approach us to confirm our number and location. Then, at a time that they think is suitable and that they have confidence in, your people will cut off the power from the outside, and this place will be plunged into darkness. Finally, before we can react, several large men wearing night vision goggles will disarm us and apprehend us. "
Clapton used his hand to cover the mouthpiece and turned his face around. The expression on his face could not have been more interesting. He lowered his voice to whisper to the person next to him, "Could there be a traitor among us?"
Feng Bujue was still talking. "The situation described above is something that I do not wish to see happen, so I have come up with a precautionary measure." He paused for a moment and then continued in a casual tone. "I have already moved part of the hostages into the safety vault and changed the password of the door. Based on the size of the room and their number … hmm … the oxygen supply will last for about thirty minutes. "
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