On the highway at night, the red and blue police lights flashed in succession, and the siren kept beeping. /huotxt/
Due to the thunderstorm, the police could not mobilize the helicopter to hunt down Feng Bujue and the others, so they could only chase and intercept them on the ground.
And this... gave the two of them an opportunity.
Under Feng Bujue's command, Hill cleverly broke through several roadblocks set up by the police and successfully broke into the urban area.
When he came to the complex terrain of the city, Brother Jue took advantage of the time lag when the police closed the siege net, and took Hill to abandon the car and escape into the night.
However, leaving the car does not mean they are safe... Due to the weather, 95% of the people in the city stay indoors, and there are almost no vehicles 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 not careful, they might still be caught.
"Ha... ha... what should we do now?" Hill panted while running, and asked Brother Jue what to do.
Compared with this homeless man who has been drinking all the time, Feng Bujue's physical fitness is much better. Even though his body has shrunk, he still can't breathe: "I am familiar with the arresting methods of the American police. As long as the police force is sufficient, they Usually make a 'pocket', drive the prey into it... and then get tighter and tighter." He calmly replied, "This tactic is very oppressive, and the efficiency and success rate are also good, but... there are also Obvious weakness."
"Is... what is it?" Hill asked anxiously.
Now, Hill is not surprised that Brother Jue can say such a thing, he only hopes that Mr. F can take him to escape.
"In this confrontation, what is the fundamental difference between the police and criminals?" Feng Bujue didn't answer Hill's question, but instead threw back a question.
"Uh... one is running and the other is chasing?" Hill answered casually.
"Heh..." Feng Bujue laughed dryly, and did not comment on Hill's answer. And continued, "It's a psychological advantage...Mr. Hill." He glanced at Hill, "I'll take you as an example. At this moment, you have already taken it for granted that you are the one who 'runs'. And the police Belonged to the 'chasing' side, and that's why you were caught."
"But it's true..." Hill responded.
"Then tell me, why you can only run?" Feng Bujue said again.
"Because the opponent has a large number of people and a gun!" Hill replied confidently.
"A large number of people is a relative term." Feng Bujue continued, "Specifically speaking... until their 'pockets' are tightened, we just don't get close to the main force responsible for 'driving' and pick at random." Run in different directions. At most, you will encounter two police cars... or even one police car." He paused, "That is to say, the number of people is two against two."
"But they have..." Hill just wanted to emphasize the enemy's force, when he saw Brother Jue taking out a strange device from his luggage, he immediately changed his words, "Uh... what is this?"
"Composite anti-gravity catapult." Feng Bujue reported the name of this item, successfully deterring Hill, an ordinary person whose consciousness was still stuck in the 1980s.
"This... is better than a gun, isn't it?" Hill asked after watching it for two seconds.
"The power is close to the large-caliber artillery of the nineteenth century." Feng Bujue replied.
Hearing this, Hill pushed his saliva: "So that's how it is..."
"Most thieves are hard to escape once they are spotted by the police." Feng Bujue continued, "On the other hand, those gangsters...can often escape successfully. The reason...except for the gap in equipment and personal ability. The mentality is the root." Said By the time he got there, he had led Hill through an alley and toward the bottom of an overpass. "Only when you knock down the wall in your head, can you really have a chance to climb over the barriers in reality."
A minute later, the two had passed under the overpass and arrived at the door of a second-hand car store.
squeak-
It was too late to talk, but I saw a police car suddenly bursting out from the small road in front of them. The driver applied the brakes and made a beautiful tail flick, blocking the way in front of the two of them.
In the next second, the two police officers quickly opened the door and got out of the car without turning off the car, and aimed their guns at Juege and Hill.
"Police! Hands up! Put your hands on your head..."
boom-
One of the officers hadn't had time to finish his sentence. Just got hit by a roadside trash can.
And the person who "fired" the trash can... was naturally Feng Bujue. He had already reacted the moment the police car rushed out, using the catapult to absorb a round of "ammunition" that was close at hand as quickly as possible.
A catapult is not the same as a gun... as long as the object it ejects is large enough. You don't need to aim very accurately, and you can get close to each other with just a casual aim.
"Damn it!" Seeing his partner being knocked unconscious by the flying trash can. Another police officer who was on the other side of the police car quickly leaned over, using the front of the car as a cover, put the gun on the hood, pointed at Brother Jue and shouted, "Put down the weapon! Otherwise I'm going to shoot! "
"Put down the weapon, or I'll kill your partner." Feng Bujue was completely unmoved, and without saying a word, he used the catapult to absorb an "ammunition", held it in front of him, and in turn threatened the police officer on the opposite side .
The police officer raised his voice a little more: "Boy! I'll say it again! Put down the weapon..."
"Shut up!" Brother Jue yelled louder than the other party with his ten-year-old body, and interrupted him hoarsely, "I'll count to three! If you don't get out before the count is over Come out and surrender... the trash can in front of me will hit your unconscious partner at a speed of 300 meters per second, and he will be permanently disabled if he is not dead!"
"Officer... I think you'd better do what he said..." Hill had already bent over and hid behind a low wall on the side of the road. After hearing the conversation outside, he raised his voice to the police officer. Roared, "... this kid can do 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 is under a lot of pressure at this time... First of all, he still hasn't realized what happened in the scene just now; place, but all he could see was a trash can...
obviously. Feng Bujue had already thought of a perfect countermeasure before he acted. The trash can that was regarded as "ammunition" was just suspended in front of him, covering most of the body of his ten-year-old child; Since the policeman crouched behind the car to aim, the shooting angle was also restricted... Generally speaking. Even if the policeman did shoot, the chances of brother Jue being hit are very small.
"Two!" Feng Bujue quickly counted to the second, without giving the other party extra time to think.
"Okay! Okay! I'll come out! Don't mess around!" Under the pressure, the policeman still compromised.
After saying twice, he raised the gun in his hand, slowly stood up straight, and walked around from behind the police car.
Normally, the party in control at this time should try to slow down the threatened party as low as possible. Prevent the latter from playing tricks.
However... Feng Bujue's choice this time is...
"Are you [beep—] holding your shit? Stand up within three seconds and put the gun on the ground! Otherwise, I'll fire... one!" Jue Ge repeatedly yelled, and started counting again.
The police officer really didn't expect this kind of development, and he was a little confused at the time: "Okay... calm down, I'll just..." As he spoke, he took two quick steps forward, bent over Put the gun on the ground.
did not expect…
boom-
The moment he bent down and lowered his head, Brother Jue threw a trash can at him without hesitation, knocking him out.
When Hill heard the sound, he poked his head out from behind the low wall to peek. Feng Bujue had already walked to the side of the police car and searched for the guns on the two police officers.
"Don't stand still, come and drive." Feng Bujue put both guns into his pockets. He turned his head and said something to Hill.
"They..." Hill trotted over from a distance, looked down at the two policemen on the ground, "... they won't die, right?"
"It's okay, it's just a faint, at most a slight concussion." Feng Bujue said the terrifying lines very calmly.
What he said was not to comfort Hill, but to explain the facts... If the normal power of the catapult is used, attacking ordinary people at this distance is very likely to be fatal; but in this script, Feng Bujue all His equipment skills were weakened like his size, which saved the two policemen's lives.
"3204. 3204, please call back. How is the situation on your side? Over."
Just when Brother Jue and Hill got into the police car. The intercom in the car rang.
"What to do?" Hill looked at Brother Jue in panic, "They must have reported through the intercom before they drove out..."
"Then just report again." Feng Bujue said. He took out the [Fraud Pocket Watch], put it on his mouth and brewed it for a few seconds, and then the intercom said, "This is 3204, sorry... It was a false alarm just now, everything is normal here, over."
When Feng Bujue spoke into the intercom with the voice of the police officer just now, Hill turned his head dully and looked at Brother Jue with an expression like looking at God. But he didn't interrupt, just twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and silently accepted the setting...
"Received, attention to all units, the alarm at 3204 on the southwest side has been lifted, it's over." Such a response came quickly from the walkie-talkie.
After Feng Bujue heard it, he hung up the walkie-talkie with satisfaction, put away the fake pocket watch, put his hands on his head, and leaned back: "Drive, lead the way."
...
At 9:20 p.m., in the castle.
After determining the policy of speeding up the tempo, Blade's efficiency has improved a lot.
After breaking out of the Castlevania library, they passed through the two areas of [Dance Hall] and [Dream Palace] respectively. During this period, they encountered countless monsters, big and small, and several small bosses.
Of course, to them, these are nothing... Just as Tanlang said, the difficulty of this process is nothing more than the level of ordinary scripts.
Tanlang's previous reasoning was very accurate - Feng Bujue was indeed busy with other things at the moment, and he didn't plan to eliminate his opponent as soon as possible.
Focusing on this point... The three of Daofeng can be said to be invincible, and they killed the [Forgotten Courtyard] in the blink of an eye.
"The monsters are really getting stronger and stronger..." After killing a giant rooster that could spray petrified light from its eyes, Seven Kill's breathing finally got a little messy.
"And speeding up the pace of marching... Objectively speaking, it did consume more energy." Brother Long also continued.
"Don't worry... so many games have been won..." Greedy Wolf continued, "How many times have we encountered the enemy in a full state? Most of the time... we won't win within five skills Lost."
"That's true..." Seven Kills said with a wry smile, "A master's move, life and death in an instant."
"Why didn't I think so?" Brother Long smiled, "I often fight with masters for 300 rounds before deciding the winner."
"Heh..." Tanlang also laughed, "There are very few defensive fighters like you among the top players. It's okay in Thriller Paradise... If you change to another game, there will be a competition with players like you... watch Sex will be greatly discounted.”
While they were chatting, their footsteps did not stop. At this point, another red door appeared in front of them.
When the three of them passed through another white corridor, the system prompt came as expected: [Timepiece Tower].
"Oh... are you here yet..." Tanlang read as soon as he heard the system prompt, "I have a deep impression on this map..." He paused for a second, then recalled, "I still remember when I played the Castlevania During the game, because I died here many times, I checked the strategy, and I also read some relevant knowledge about Castlevania while checking the strategy."
"Oh? So... are there a lot of death traps here?" Brother Long wondered.
"Or... are the monsters here particularly sharp?" Seven Kills also asked.
"That's not true." Tanlang replied, "It was only later that I realized that the reason why I always die here... is just my hand."
"Cut~" Brother Long and Qisha cut in unison, and both looked at their political commissar with disdain.
"But!" Every qualified political commissar will often use these two words in the middle and late part of the conversation, Tanlang is no exception, "According to my observation... the boss of the clock tower, we should not hit."
As he spoke, he took out the "treasure map". At this time, in the middle of the treasure map originally made of graffiti in his hand, many clear geometric figures appeared, and those drawn outlines... seemed to be every space they passed through along the way. ()