Sweat slid down Clapton's forehead. The shock and anxiety in his voice could not be hidden. "What are you planning to do?"
"I am trying to help you understand the situation, Inspector." Feng Bujue replied slowly. "Based on my understanding, currently, the police force in Gotham City is seriously lacking. The death of your subordinates is a consequence that you will not be able to bear. At this moment, we are fully prepared. It is impossible for you to enter this building without alerting us. Therefore, if you insist on using brute force, then you will have to pay a heavy price.
Other than that, I have to tell you that the safety vault at this bank is an imported product, and its design is very interesting. Once the power is cut off, the internal ventilation system will be completely cut off. At the same time, the electronic lock on the door will randomly give out a string of numbers when the power is cut off. When that happens, the password that we have set up will lose its effect. Only by contacting the European company that produces this kind of door, going through a series of complicated identification procedures, obtaining a special decryption program, and then decoding that random number will we be able to reopen this vault.
Unfortunately, the people inside will not be able to wait that long. Once you cut off the power, even if you reconnect the power immediately, it will be useless because the air will not flow back into the vault. After two minutes, they will suffocate. After five minutes, the lack of oxygen will cause irreversible brain damage, and after ten minutes, you will have to consider how to explain their cause of death to the media and their families.
Of course, you can pray for a situation like … your people or a superhero to be powerful enough to force their way into this place and take us down without cutting off the power even though we are on guard.
Even though I personally have my doubts about that, even if that really happens, I have to tell you with regret that the situation will not change.
The life and death of the hostages are still in our hands. In thirty minutes … I'm sorry, it's twenty-five minutes. It is impossible to force open this vault with external force. Without the password that we provide, you will only be able to watch the hostages suffocate before your eyes. "
"Okay, okay!" Clapton turned his head around and yelled at the people next to him, "Have the tactical team stop their operation and wait for further orders!" He sighed and then turned to speak into the phone. "Alright, you heard everything, right? Are you satisfied now? "
"Yes, I heard you very clearly." Feng Bujue smiled. "That is a very wise choice, Inspector Clapton." He paused for a second and continued, "Then … please call me again in ten minutes. I'll tell you our request then." With that, he hung up.
…
The bank lobby was still very bright. Although the row of glass doors at the entrance was blocked by rolling curtains, the lights on the ceiling were still on during the day, so it didn't affect anything.
Feng Bujue was standing next to the counter. After he finished his conversation with Clapton, he put down the phone.
The gunman had been pointing his gun at Feng Bujue the whole time. Of course, he wouldn't easily trust this strange stranger in front of him. If Feng Bujue said anything like a secret signal over the phone, he would be shot dead immediately.
The other two criminals were a little further away, one on each side of the lobby. They held guns and monitored the dozens of hostages who had been gathered at the center of the lobby.
"I was right, wasn't I? We only need to come up with some random bullsh * t, and they will be able to stop their assault. "Feng Bujue shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.
"Fine, you've managed to buy us ten minutes of safety, but so what? You still haven't told me how we are going to escape from this situation. " The gunman asked. By then, his tone had softened, and he was no longer as vicious as before.
"In a situation where the hostages are in a stalemate with the police, the most important and most basic task for the kidnappers is to count the number of hostages that they have." Feng Bujue replied. Without waiting for the man to reply, he continued. "Based on my observation, the three of you have not done that yet. Thankfully, I've already counted for you. Other than the three of you and me, there are still twenty-nine people here." He reached out his hand and used his palm to gesture. "Do you mind moving the barrel of your gun away from my face?"
The criminal stared into Feng Bujue's eyes for a few seconds. His eyes seemed to be demonstrating, and then he slowly moved the barrel of his gun away.
Feng Bujue walked slowly to the bank manager (a bald, middle-aged man with glasses) and poked him in the back with his finger. "You're the manager here?"
"Y-yes." The manager's answer was a little shaky. A few seconds ago, he was lying on the ground with his hands on his head, not daring to even breathe. When he heard Feng Bujue's footsteps approaching, he was already nervous. When Feng Bujue's finger touched him, he was even more frightened.
"Don't be nervous, buddy." Feng Bujue patted him on the shoulder. "I just want to ask, where are the cash bags and the plastic locks used to seal them?"
"Oh... they're... go through the door behind the counter. There are a lot in the warehouse..." the manager thought as he replied.
"Give me the key and the door card," Feng Bujue said again.
The bald manager was startled for two seconds before he nodded and did as he was told.
When Brother Jue was telling the story to Inspector Clapton on the other end of the phone, he had observed everyone in the lobby. Based on the details and characteristics of these people, he had managed to come up with a lot of information. Therefore, he knew very well who the bank manager was, and he also knew that the key and the door card to enter and exit the employees' area were inside this man's pocket.
"What are you planning to do?" the criminal with the money bag asked.
"Of course, to better control the situation," Feng Bujue answered. "Do you mind if I trouble you to go and take those things out?" He said as he handed the key and the door card to the criminal with the money bag.
"Since when is it your place to order me around …" the criminal with the money bag grumbled with annoyance.
The criminal with the machine gun cut him off. "That's enough, just do as he says." Even if he has to go and take them, you have to follow him, don't you think? "
Since his boss had spoken, the criminal with the money bag could not do anything about it. He glared at Feng Bujue, accepted the key, and leaped over the counter to head to the storage room.
After the criminal left, the criminal with the machine gun opened his mouth again and uttered two words. "Now, what?"
Feng Bujue smiled. Suddenly, a golden glow appeared in his hand, and a shiny poker card flew at the criminal who was only several meters away from him.
At this distance, the accuracy of Death Poker would not be wrong. With a flash, the target's throat was sliced open.
Even at the moment of his death, the criminal with the machine gun could not understand how this unarmed man before him, who had not even made any throwing motion, could suddenly pull out a lethal weapon from his grasp.
"You!" When the criminal with the gun saw this, his reaction was not slow. He raised his gun and fired.
Bang, bang, bang … the gunshots rang out. However, Feng Bujue did not evade or evade. He stood where he was. He didn't activate the card's [Shield] effect. Instead, he raised his arms to protect his face.
The development of the situation was just as Feng Bujue expected. The criminal's marksmanship was terrible. In his panic, he emptied all the bullets in his gun, but only two of them hit. The two bullets were blocked by the sound barrier of Echo Armor. Even though they left a bloody hole in Feng Bujue's abdomen and thigh, the wounds were not serious. He only lost twenty-four percent of his Life Points.
Feng Bujue counted the number of gunshots in his mind. When the criminal had emptied the magazine, he put down his arm calmly and took out his machine gun, Miss Moxxi's Bad Temper. He ignored the criminal who had used up all his bullets and aimed at the door that the criminal with the money bag had entered. He listened to the sound of the criminal's footsteps coming back and made a prediction. The moment the criminal's head appeared, he pulled the trigger.
"What's going on …" The sentence was interrupted by the sound of gunshots. The criminal with the money bag was shot in the face the moment he stepped out of the door. He died on the spot.
"Put the gun down." Feng Bujue had already killed two people in a row, but his expression was as calm as ever. His words were obviously directed at the remaining criminal with the gun.
"Stop dreaming! You b * stard! " The criminal with the gun roared back. At that moment, he had already hidden behind the wall on the west side of the lobby. There was a cubicle where an ATM machine was placed. The ATM machine was embedded in the wall, and the front of it was a space similar to a phone booth. It was one meter square and was surrounded by bulletproof glass with pictures on three sides. The glass door could be latched from the inside.
He had no idea where Feng Bujue had gotten the weapon from, and he had no idea what had killed his boss. He only knew that the person before him who killed without blinking would not care about the life or death of the hostages. Therefore, the gun in his hand was his last bargaining chip. If he put it down, wouldn't he be at the mercy of others?
"I'll count to ten. If you don't come out and surrender, you won't have the chance," Feng Bujue shouted at him.
The hands of the criminal with the gun were trembling, which affected the efficiency of reloading. He was afraid that the other party would immediately rush over. Now that Feng Bujue had told him to count to ten, he felt a little more at ease. He felt that he had earned some time.
"One, two, three, four …" Feng Bujue counted every second, and the timing was very precise. During the seven seconds when he counted to seven, he did the following: put away the submachine gun, took out the Endless Grenade Magazine from his backpack, took out a Mark II grenade (generated item) from the grenade magazine, put away the Endless Grenade Magazine, pulled the fuse of the grenade, raised one arm, and aimed at the cubicle that had no ceiling six or seven meters away.
"Eight …" When Feng Bujue counted to this number, he threw the grenade.
The criminal with the gun had already reloaded. He gasped for breath and muttered to himself, "Calm down, I can do it. That guy is already injured. As long as I rush out and move faster …"
Dong, dong, pa, gurgle …
This was the sound of the grenade being thrown into the cubicle. It bounced twice and fell to the ground.
The criminal with the gun looked at the grenade that had its fuse pulled out by his feet. After his brain short-circuited for a second, he uttered the last sentence that he would ever say in his life. There were so many things that he wanted to say, but they could be summed up in four letters. "F * ck."
…
Bang! There was a loud explosion.
Even through the closed steel door, the sound of the explosion was hard to hide.
"What is going on inside? First, there was the gunshot, and now something has exploded. Is this a terrorist attack? " Clapton could not wait any longer. There were still four minutes until the promised time, but he still picked up the phone and made a gesture at his colleagues in the surveillance van.
Du … Du … Du …
"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 concept of time. For that, you will have to wait for another ten minutes, and we will start counting again from now on." He did not give the other party any chance to say anything. "If you call earlier, even if it's earlier by several minutes, I will kill a few more hostages." After he said that, he hung up roughly.
…
Inside the bank lobby, the hostages still had not gotten up from the ground. This was because after Feng Bujue killed the three robbers, he had seized the two guns that belonged to the robber with the machine gun and continued the kidnapping …
"Ladies and gentlemen." As Feng Bujue spoke, he dragged his limping leg and walked to the back of the counter. He picked up the gun that the robber had used to carry the money. "From now on, I am in charge of this place. As long as you cooperate with me, no one will be hurt.
"If everything goes smoothly, in a few hours, you will be sitting at the dining table, enjoying dinner with your family. If we're lucky, all the married men here will be able to reunite with their long-lost sex lives tonight. " His tone was as if he was joking with a group of close friends, without any hint of intimidation. "But, if anyone refuses to cooperate with me, or even tries to obstruct me …" He pushed a wheeled office chair to the outside of the counter, sat on it, and held the gun. "I will shoot at all living things in sight until I run out of ammunition." He paused for a few seconds, glanced at the expressions on the hostages' faces, and said, "Do you understand?"
The hostages never expected that after the death of the three stupid robbers, there would be an anti-human lunatic. No one dared to meet his gaze, and no one dared to answer the question directly. Some of the hostages were already crying and praying to God for their blessings.
"Okay, now, the lady in the beige coat, yes, you." Feng Bujue said, "Can you please raise your head?"
It was a blonde woman in her thirties, with an ordinary figure and appearance. The makeup on her face was smudged from crying, and there was some vomit on the front of her clothes. After she heard the words, she raised her head and looked at Feng Bujue. Her face was full of fear as she replied, "Please … Please don't hurt me …"
"Don't worry, ma'am, I don't want to hurt anyone." Feng Bujue said, "I noticed that on the ground to your left, there is a brown handbag. I think that belongs to you?"
The woman turned her head and glanced at the bag, then replied, "Yes … Yes … You can take whatever you want … Just … Don't hurt me."
"I want to ask, ma'am, did you bring a makeup bag today?"
"What?" She was instinctively stunned, but she was afraid that if she answered too slowly, it would anger Feng Bujue, so she immediately answered, "Yes … I did."
"Do you have tweezers for eyebrows in your makeup bag?"
"Yes … Yes."
"Then, please go over now, open that bag, find your makeup bag, take the tweezers out, and give them to me." Feng Bujue paused for a moment and added, "Don't worry, no one is rushing you. I don't want you to mess things up because of panic."
The woman quickly got the tweezers and handed them to Feng Bujue with trepidation.
Feng Bujue took the things and said with a smile, "Thank you, please go back to your original position and let me see your hand."
After she went back to her original position, Feng Bujue turned his head to the bald manager and said, "Mr. Manager, please come over."
The bank manager looked around, but no one responded. It seemed that he was being pointed at, so he had to stand up and walk over.
"Thirty cash bags, sixty plastic locks, please go get them for me." Feng Bujue said and pointed at the dead body of the bandit, "The key and door card are on him, I don't think he will mind if you take them back." He made a gesture and tilted his head, "Go ahead."
The dead body of the bandit was lying under the door frame behind the counter, so it was convenient to walk over. The bank manager mustered up his courage, picked up the key and door card from the guy whose head was shot into a beehive, and walked to the warehouse.
"Oh, right," Feng Bujue reminded him loudly, "Don't let me wait too long, otherwise … You know what will happen."
"Yes … Understood." The bank manager responded and trotted off to retrieve the items.
"Hey, the gentleman in the suit, yes, you, please give me your lighter, thank you." Feng Bujue said to another hostage. Just from the fingernails on the right hand, he could tell that the man was a smoker. In fact, through observation, he had obtained various information from these twenty-nine people, such as their occupation, marital status, habits, hobbies, and so on …
Feng Bujue placed the gun within reach, used the lighter to warm up the tweezers, and pried open the wound to remove the bullets. Without changing his expression, he picked up the shrapnel and some of his own flesh …
The hostages who raised their eyes to look at him were shocked. They did not know that the player's sense of pain had been weakened. They all exclaimed internally, 'This is a real man …'
Feng Bujue quickly removed the two bullets. Without bandaging the wound, the bleeding effect in his status bar automatically stopped. He glanced at his Life Points. He still had sixty-eight percent, so he did not need to rush to recover them.
At that moment, the bank manager returned with a pile of cash bags and plastic locks. He placed them on the ground before Feng Bujue and asked, "Is there anything else? Sir? "
Feng Bujue used his eyes to indicate the location of the other hostages. "Use the locks and tie their hands behind their backs. Tie their legs together, and then place the cash bags over their heads."
…
Another ten minutes passed. This time, it was a full ten minutes. After all the police technicians were ready, Clapton picked up the phone and called the number of the bank lobby.
It rang four times before Feng Bujue picked it up. "You are very punctual this time, Inspector."
"How are the hostages inside the vault? Are they still alive? "Clapton asked." What do you want? You cannot escape anymore, do you understand? Listen … I know it was not you who killed the hostages earlier. Buddy, you are a smart man. If you can persuade your partner to surrender with you, I can plead with the judge on your behalf. "When he said the second half of his sentence, he purposely lowered his voice to a whisper, as if this deal was really possible.
"Haha … That sounds like a very tempting offer, but … between a prison sentence and freedom, I think the latter is obviously more tempting. After all, I have the password to the vault. Before the hostages are rescued … or … before they all die, you will not be able to shoot me, right? Haha … "He laughed proudly. This lie that he came up with at the last minute was indeed a good talisman.
At the same time, the closed bank door opened again.
As the door slowly rose, the scene that appeared before the police was …
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