Several minutes earlier …
As the shutter door slowly lowered, Feng Bujue stood up from behind the counter. By then, he had already set up the call transfer function. As long as Clapton called the phone on the counter from outside the door, the call would be transferred to the phone that he was holding. Of course, the ringing mode of the phone had been set to vibrate, and he had confirmed that this number was not bound to a ringtone.
Naturally, he could check the time inside the bank lobby. Feng Bujue glanced at the digital clock on the wall and mumbled to himself, "It will take them at least seven minutes to get the basic information out of the hostages …" He took the key and the key card (he had gotten them back from the manager), walked through the door behind the counter, and came to the surveillance room. He turned off all the surveillance cameras.
Earlier, when the hostages' heads were covered and the call from the police had not arrived for several minutes, Feng Bujue made use of this opportunity to walk around the bank and familiarize himself with the structure of this building. He knew very well that there were only three ways to leave this place. The first was through the front door; the second was through the ventilation pipe; and the third was through the windows of the four or five offices that faced the street.
Feng Bujue was not sure about the deployment of the police outside, so he could only rely on speculation.
First, there had to be someone outside the front door. Even though the influence of the cash bomb was still there, he could not just walk out like that.
Second, the windows that faced the street were probably being watched as well. Even if the number of police there was not as high as the number at the front door, to escape, he would have to use the wrench to break down the railing outside the window. Be it in terms of time or invisibility, escaping from that place would be difficult.
Finally, the only way left was the ventilation pipe.
Feng Bujue did not place any hope on luck. He believed that with his luck and the intelligence of the Gotham City Police, there would be someone watching him from outside the ventilation pipe. After he crawled out, there were only two scenarios that he would run into. One, he would be captured by the police who had been lying in ambush; two, he would fall into the line of sight of one or more snipers far away.
"After some questioning, Clapton will know that I am the only one inside the bank, and there are no other hostages. Then, he will either send his men to attack me without warning. Or you can talk to me and ask me to surrender. " Feng Bujue predicted the development of the situation in his heart. "If I force my way in, it'll be easy. As long as I use Death Poker and Body Enhancement Spell, I'll be able to deal with the officers who rush in and escape through the window that they came in through.
But … when faced with only one person, the probability of him choosing to negotiate with me was obviously higher. He had no reason to let his subordinates take unnecessary risks and further increase the material losses. It wouldn't be too late for him to order an attack if I expressed that I would resist stubbornly after communicating with him. At that time, he can still use the call to stabilize me and create conditions for his subordinates to approach. "
"So, as long as I stay on the line, the first batch of police officers who enter this place will definitely place most of their attention behind the counter," Feng Bujue said. "This will make it easier for me to lure them into a trap …"
He returned to the lobby and took off the face mask of the thug with the assault rifle. Then he jumped into the back of the counter and placed the relatively intact face mask on the head of the thug whose face was smashed open. Then he dragged the body of the thug and retreated into the surveillance room.
There were two things in the surveillance room that Feng Bujue needed to escape. The first was the entrance to the ventilation pipe. Other than the vault, most of the rooms had this, so it was not surprising. But the second thing was only available at the counter and inside the surveillance room. It was the switch for the metal shutter door on the bank entrance.
Feng Bujue placed the dead body on one of the office chairs in the surveillance room and started to set up the trap.
He pushed the chair to a corner so that the chair was facing away from the door. Then he took out the second grenade from the Endless Grenade Box. He tied a metal wire (found inside the storage room) to the pull ring and shoved the grenade into the dead body's decayed face.
In fact, he could have fixed the explosive somewhere else, but … he wanted the metal wire to extend out from the eye sockets of the face mask. It might have been some kind of unique sense of humor.
So, the metal wire tied to the pull ring of the grenade started from the face of the dead body. It went all the way down through the torso and between the legs. Finally, it was fixed to the rotating shaft under the chair.
This was a good office chair. The backrest was quite high and adjustable. The shaft under the seat was also working normally. It could be turned left and right without too much effort. The wheels on the chassis also didn't show any signs of jamming.
Feng Bujue was sure that as long as someone turned or pulled the chair slightly from behind, there would be a few more bodies in this ten-square-meter area in four seconds.
After he was done, he walked to the wall and jumped onto the top of a storage cabinet. The entrance to the ventilation pipe was there. He removed the cover and looked into the pipe. He realized that the pipe was quite spacious. With his size, he could squat down and even turn around.
At that moment, the phone on the other side of the counter rang. Two seconds later, the phone in Feng Bujue's pocket rang. He smiled and said, "Just in time …" He jumped back to the ground, removed the Bluetooth on the phone, and pressed the answer button. "How can I help you, Inspector?" As he spoke, he carefully placed the phone into the pocket of the corpse's jacket.
Feng Bujue walked to the control panel and exchanged a few words with Clapton. Then he opened the door to the bank.
"Raise your hands and come out from behind the counter," Clapton roared on the other end of the phone.
"Haha … I refuse." Feng Bujue had the Bluetooth on, so his movement was not affected. He leaped lightly onto the storage cabinet. His legs went first, and he crawled into the ventilation pipe.
"Haven't you had enough fun? I do not wish to see another death today, "Clapton said. At the same time, a few police officers rushed into the bank. As expected, they surrounded the counter in the lobby.
Feng Bujue casually picked up the cover from the top of the storage cabinet and placed it back in place. Then he slowly moved backward and purposely told Clapton about the redirection of the call.
Clapton thought about it for about ten seconds. Suddenly, he turned around and ran toward the group of hostages. He found a bald man among the crowd and yelled anxiously, "Hey! Where can I control those metal doors? "
The bank manager was startled before he replied, "They are … behind the counter in the lobby."
"Where is the switch?" Clapton asked again.
"Er … in … in the surveillance room," the bank manager replied. "Go in from behind the counter. The door says that this is the staff area. The corridor behind it leads to the storage room, the staff toilet, and …"
Before he could finish, Clapton grabbed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and yelled, "Did you hear that?"
"Yes, sir, we are about to go in," one of the police officers replied. He shared a look with the other three officers who had rushed in with him, and then they moved closer to the door.
When they realized that the door could only be opened with a key and a key card, the officer fired a shot at the door lock and kicked it open. They were very adaptable. One of them stayed behind to guard the lobby while the other three covered each other as they moved forward.
"No matter what kind of trick you are up to, it has come to an end." Clapton picked up the phone again and told Feng Bujue in a harsh tone, "I know you are inside the surveillance room. I advise you to put down your weapon, put your hands behind your head, and find a place to stand before my people shoot you."
"Haha … What you want to think is your own business. I can tell you clearly that I am no longer inside that building." Feng Bujue laughed. "I believe that if your analytical skills are still good enough, you should be able to realize that during the process of closing the door and opening the door, I have already exited through the ventilation duct."
"Humph … Is that so? You are such a cunning liar … Then can you explain to me how you managed to escape from a rooftop that does not even have a fire escape staircase? Before that, how did you crawl out from the ventilation duct under the nose of my snipers? Huh? "Clapton scoffed coldly.
Feng Bujue managed to get these two sentences out of Clapton, and he was secretly delighted. He replied, "Of course, I have my own way. You can ask the hostage how I managed to kill the robber with the machine gun. After that, perhaps you will understand." He laughed and continued. "Alright, let's end this boring game, officer. I know that our conversation should be recorded, so please record this. Six supervillains from another world are about to give Gotham City several big presents. That rain of money is just the beginning. "Then, Feng Bujue ended the call and used the wrench to crush the Bluetooth.
Normally, the distance between the Bluetooth and the phone was less than ten meters. If there was a gap, it would be less than ten meters. Therefore, Feng Bujue did not crawl that far. After all, from his position, he would not be affected by the explosion.
The three officers took some time to reach the surveillance room. Since there were other rooms along the way, they had to quickly confirm the situation behind each door before they could move forward.
The door to the surveillance room was not locked. When the officers pushed the door open, their eyes all turned to the same spot.
In the corner furthest away from the door, there was an office chair with its back adjusted to a very high position. There was a person sitting on the chair. This person's head was exposed above the back of the chair, and it seemed that this person was wearing a black mask on his head. His hands were placed on the arms of the chair, and they were not moving at all.
The three of them yelled, "Don't move! Officers, raise your hands! "
"Raise your hands! Turn around! Now! "
"Quick, turn around! Let me see your hands! "
The man did not respond.
The three officers were very experienced. After a simple exchange of glances, one of them stood at the door and continued to aim his gun at the chair while the other two moved forward from the left and right.
The surveillance room was only so big, and the chair was in the corner. They had to turn or pull the chair before they could see the face of the person sitting on it, so …
…
One minute after the explosion, Clapton personally led eight officers to rush into the bank. The remaining people stayed on the street to maintain order and guard their posts.
He had two of them guard the bank entrance. The two of them stood at the two corridors that connected to the bank lobby. The remaining four officers and himself rushed into the staff area behind the counter.
When he arrived at the surveillance room, Clapton saw the fourth officer who was supposed to be guarding the counter. He was the first to rush into the room when he heard the explosion. At that moment, he was kneeling on the ground, and he was carrying a dying colleague in his arms. He lifted his head to the sky and roared, "Oh! God! Lester … No … "
The dying Lester was the officer who was closest to the door when the explosion occurred. His face was covered in blood, and he was moaning in pain.
The other two officers were lying in a pool of blood inside the surveillance room. They had died on the spot.
"Call the doctor! Quick! "Clapton roared at one of his subordinates." Quick! Go to the street and ask them to bring the stretcher in … "
Even though he was shouting excitedly, he knew in his heart that Lester was not going to make it. He probably would not be able to survive until he was carried into the ambulance, much less reach the hospital. Furthermore … the situation on the street was chaotic. The ambulance would not be able to get out.
"Lester! Lester! "The officer who was hugging him screamed twice, and then he could not help but start to cry." Oh God! Why did this happen … "
"Damn it!" Clapton kicked heavily on the wall. "This son of a b * tch!" He rushed into the surveillance room and rushed toward the explosion site. His eyes looked like they were about to spit fire. "What is going on?"
The walkie-talkies of these officers had been switched on, so Clapton could hear the sound of their movements. He knew that about ten seconds before the explosion occurred, the three of them had already seen their target and taken control of the situation. However, he had no idea what happened next …
"Could it be that this b * stard triggered the bomb on his body?" Clapton squatted down to look at the charred body. "No … the clothes on this victim are not right!" He stood up, and his brows were deeply furrowed. "He set up explosive traps on other people's bodies? Then where did he go? "
Actually, during Clapton's initial interrogation, someone had already mentioned the 'strange golden light' and Feng Bujue's ability to pull out a weapon out of thin air. However, Clapton was too focused on other information, and he did not pay attention to these things that sounded like bullsh * t to him.
It was not until before the explosion occurred that, under the order of Feng Bujue, he once again focused on the details of the murder of the criminal with the machine gun, that he realized that things were not as simple as they seemed.
"This' John Doe ', could he be one of the' supervillains' that has recently appeared?" Clapton pulled at his thinning hair and gritted his teeth. "Could it be that he has really escaped from this place?" With that in mind, he picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke to the sniper who was responsible for monitoring the rooftop of the building. "Newman, can you be sure that no one has come out from the vent?"
"Er … yes, sir."
"I mean, can you be one hundred percent sure that your eyes have never moved away from that vent?"
The sniper thought about it for a few seconds. "Hmm … Sir, it is impossible for me to keep my eyes on the same spot every second. Perhaps there were a few times where my eyes were at least ten seconds apart. I was aiming at the street and the front door."
"Damn it!" Clapton cursed. Then he sighed angrily and adjusted his tone. "Alright, you can come down now, Newman." He adjusted the frequency again. "The other snipers, you should retreat as well. Put the rifles back on the equipment truck and go to the street to help." He changed the frequency again and contacted the tactical team. "Team Two, Team Three, leave three people behind to guard the street behind us. The rest of you, come to the bank entrance to help."
After all, Clapton was the highest commander at the scene. Even though he was more angry and depressed than anyone else, he still had to do his duty and order his subordinates to clean up the mess. "Contact the station and have them send a logistics team to collect evidence at the crime scene. The rest of you, follow me and search every room and corner of this place. See if there are any other criminals or hostages. "He spoke into the walkie-talkie as he returned to the corridor.
At this point, Clapton had basically confirmed that he had run into a 'supervillain'.
Feng Bujue's series of actions and the calm attitude that he had displayed earlier showed that this' John Doe 'was not someone to be trifled with. His behavior was erratic, making it hard for others to fathom. He had killed the robbers, taken the hostages, toyed with the police, poured several million US dollars on the street, released all the hostages, and killed three police officers …
Hero? Outlaw? Robin Hood? Terrorist? Humanitarian? Homicidal maniac?
He was like a metronome, bouncing back and forth between good and evil. He radiated madness, but at the same time, he had a meticulous mind and excellent operational ability. If not for the fact that he had heard the description of Feng Bujue from the hostages, Clapton definitely would have associated this man with a mental patient from Arkham Asylum.
"Sir, perhaps he is still hiding inside the ventilation pipe?" a young officer in the corridor asked.
"You're right. Then you should go and investigate," Clapton replied with a smile. Clapton replied with a bitter smile. From how he saw it, Feng Bujue must have escaped already. He would not have thought that the man was actually just several meters away from him …
"Er … Am I alone? Where should I start? "the young officer asked again.
"Sigh … Listen, rookie, when you have worked in Gotham City for a long time, you will understand that some criminals cannot be dealt with using normal methods," Clapton said in a tone that was akin to a lecture. "With a few seconds of relaxation, they will be able to slip away from the sniper's sight and disappear forever. Some of these people can run on walls, some can use their bodies to release nerve gas, and some can even bite half of your body off. Do you think the clown will be hiding inside the ventilation pipe? Do you think Two-Face, the Riddler, and the others will be hiding inside the ventilation pipe? " Clapton shook his head. "I have seen too many things like this today … If you want to go and investigate, go ahead. The rest of you, follow me."
Clapton's thought reflected the thoughts of most of the officers in Gotham City. Even Inspector Gordon could not deny that when faced with these supervillains, the only person who could save this city was Batman, and the job of the police was to clean up the battlefield for him.
The young officer pushed the cap on his head and replied seriously, "Yes, sir." He looked around, and his eyes soon stopped at the ventilation pipe that led to the surveillance room.
The entrance to the ventilation pipe was at the highest part of the wall, and it was close to the ceiling. Even though the explosion had caused the locker to be slightly warped, that did not stop the officer from climbing up.
With a push of his hands, his upper body flipped onto the top of the locker. After his center of gravity was placed on top of the locker, his legs followed suit. Then, he reached out to grab the panel that was blocking the ventilation pipe …
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