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"It's hard for even me to get out of this situation." Feng Bujue muttered: "If you use the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique to charge out, even if these three guys can't hit me, the police outside will take me away. Shoot into a sieve."
The gangster in charge of guarding the door walked past Feng Bujue at this moment. Feng Bujue slightly raised his head to look back, and found that the elevator door behind him had disappeared and turned into a wall. Obviously, the player's entrance to the script can only be seen by them, and the player will disappear as soon as they step out. The characters in the plot turn a blind eye to these, maybe there is nothing here in their eyes.
"Let's see the situation first and then talk..." Feng Bujue decided to wait and see the development of the situation, and temporarily put his attention on the game menu.
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Since entering the script, Feng Bujue hasn't inspected the five opponents in this script yet, so he just took advantage of this moment to take a look.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but you are shocked when you see it.
"Is there any mistake! There are three people who are in the top 20 of the combat power rankings?" Feng Bujue, as long as he enters the mall once, he will take a look at the situation of each ranking. With his memory ability, he will naturally All the well-known individual clubs and associations on the list are in his mind.
"I remember this 30th level is called [Enlightenment Shenxuan], one of the four masters of [Order]'Drunk Life, Dreams and Death'... It belongs to the same level as the guy who smokes, drinks and burns his head! There is also this 30th level The first-level [Seven Kills] seems to be the third person in Brother Long's club..." Due to frequent visits to forums, Feng Bujue can basically call out the nicknames of star players in major studios, "Hey... three The guy named [Shiva] at the twelfth level is the boss of [Gods], right? He is also on the fifth rank! Like the top four, they are all thirty-two, right?"
In addition to these three names, among the other two, there is another one that Feng Bujue met in the team survival mode, nicknamed [I'm not afraid], "This girl is not a fuel-efficient lamp..." In his heart It's already a bad feeling, "Wait...Could it be...these five people except me, are all the top 20 people in combat power?"
Feng Bujue instinctively thought of the worst-case scenario, but sadly, he was right again...
[Enlightened Death Can Xuan], 31st level, male, Order Studio, ranked eighth in the ranking of combat effectiveness.
[Shiva], 32nd level, male, Studio of the Gods, ranked second in the ranking of combat power.
[Seven Kills], 31st level, male, Blade Studios, No. 15 on the fighting power list.
[I'm not afraid], level 30, female, Jianghu Studio, ranked 20th on the combat power list (anonymous).
[King Zhaoying], level 30, male, individual professional player, ranked 19th in combat power (anonymous).
The above are the five people Feng Bujue has to deal with. In terms of level, they are all obviously higher than him. In terms of combat power, they should be more than capable of stabilizing him.
If Thriller Paradise has a "player comprehensive strength list", then it will definitely be ranked very high. As for the top five, there may be a few who directly fall out of the top fifty.
But the reality is that there is no such list, because "resource" is really impossible to quantify...
Therefore, from the perspective of a bystander, or in other words, from the perspective of any one of the other five players, they would think that Feng Bujue was the weakest one in this killing game.
However, it is also beneficial to be regarded as weak by others.
As the saying goes, the first bird is shot first, and in this indiscriminate melee mode, everyone's focus will naturally focus on Shiva, the strongest man on the bright side; However, I am not afraid and King Zhaoying are both anonymous on the combat power list. The three big figures probably have never heard of them, and they don't know each other, so they will be looked down upon relatively.
As for Feng Bujue... I glanced at the game menu, saw the names of several other opponents, and finally saw a line: "Crazy Bujue, 28, surviving", the series of reactions in my mind must be... Don't know, the lowest level, fighting the five scum.
Under such a premise, the "weakest" Feng Bujue could easily be overlooked, or even ignored... Others would not spend a lot of energy on guarding against or assassinating him, which was considered an advantage.
Of course, not everyone took it for granted that he was the weakest.
Wushi Shenxuan once heard the name "Crazy Bujue" mentioned by Meng Jingchan, but unfortunately he didn't take it seriously and soon forgot it.
Seven kills also heard Long Aomin introduce this guy who is suspected of being a serial killer, and then...he didn't remember...
But Shiva and King Zhaoying had no impression of Brother Jue's nickname at all.
Only the girl who is not afraid of recognizes this guy, and her memory is still fresh... At least in her opinion, Feng Bujue is not easy to deal with.
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"Bastard! I let you hide!" The gangster who went to find a way out returned to the lobby after a while, and dragged someone back.
The man should be an employee of the bank. He was wearing a bank uniform, sweating profusely, with a panicked expression on his face.
"What's going on?" The gangster with a submachine gun asked while looking around the bank furtively.
"He was hiding in the toilet and talking to the police on his mobile phone." The gunman replied.
The gangster who loaded the money interjected and asked, "Have you found any other way out?"
"There are almost bars on the outside of the window, the window in the toilet is too small, and there are police officers on the streets behind."
"Damn it!"
"Give me his mobile phone." The submachine gun gangster said again at this time.
His accomplice had already snatched the phone away just now, and threw it to him upon hearing the words.
He took the phone, looked at the screen, and then pressed a speed dial button. After only three seconds, the call was connected.
"How is it? Sir, are you all right? Why was it interrupted just now..." A police officer lowered his voice and said quickly.
But the submachine gun gangster interrupted him: "No, he has something to do, something very serious." He gestured to his accomplices to bring the man over.
The pistol gangster understood and stepped forward and kicked the man. The bank employee could only submit to the gunpoint and walked towards the gate of the bank tremblingly.
"Listen, bastard, listen to my conditions." The submachine gun gangster got this phone, so he didn't have to risk his head to shout out. He hid behind the wall and said to the police officer on the other end of the phone: "Get me ready A helicopter, and the pilot, tell your people to evacuate three blocks away." Before he finished speaking, he put down his submachine gun, drew the pistol from his waist, and pulled the trigger immediately.
The bank clerk fell in response, blood sprayed all over the wall and the ground. This scene happened in front of the bank gate, and it was fully displayed in front of the policemen on the street, citizens behind the cordon, and reporters.
The submachine gun gangster raised his voice, and at the same time said to the mobile phone and the hostages in the bank lobby: "From now until I see the helicopter, I will kill a hostage every ten minutes. Anyone who wants to play tricks will end up with him." Same!" After that, he cut off the call.
"God..." The money gangster pressed his forehead with one hand, looked at the corpse on the ground, and his breathing became rapid: "Who...God...God...you killed him, this..." He couldn't help it all of a sudden. Pulling off the mask, he spat on the floor.
There were quite a few women among the hostages, but when they saw the blood spurting randomly, they were too scared to react in time, and now that one vomited, causing a chain reaction, many of the hostages lying on the ground changed to kneeling positions, and also vomited come out.
"You idiot! You look like a bitch, what a waste!" The submachine gun bandit cursed, and then he raised his submachine gun and shouted at the hostage, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Who told you to get up! I'm down! Put your head in your hands!"
"Listen, people inside. I'm a police negotiator. I don't have a weapon on me. Can I come in and talk to you?" A middle-aged man came to the door of the bank with a loudspeaker in his hand. , who was not wearing a police uniform.
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What responded to him was a burst of submachine gun fire, but the bullets were aimed at the ground, and the shooter just stretched out the muzzle of his gun and fired indiscriminately, without aiming his head.
"There are still eight minutes, and I will kill another hostage!" This sentence was the gangster's response.
After the money pretender vomited, he seemed to feel better. After he caught his breath, he said, "Maybe...uh... maybe we should hear what he has to say..."
"Shut up! Shut up your shitty mouth!" the submachine gun gangster shouted, "I'm the one to make the decision here!"
"The helicopter won't come." A strange voice sounded.
Since all the hostages in the lobby were too frightened to speak out, Feng Bujue's words clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"Who is it?" asked the submachine gun bandit, "Which bastard is talking?"
"It's him!" The gunman was the closest to Feng Bujue, and he heard it clearly, "It's the kid in the long purple suit."
"You, guard the gate for me for a while." The submachine gun gangster said to the gangster who was holding the money, and the latter stooped and walked towards the door when he heard the words.
After the two alternated, the submachine gun gangster went straight to Feng Bujue, "Get up, you bastard!" He grabbed Feng Bujue's hair and pulled it up, making him change from a prone position to a kneeling position, "What did you say? ?Say it again."
Feng Bujue looked up at the other party passively, with a calm expression on his face: "I said, the helicopter you want won't come, let alone eight minutes, even if it takes eighty minutes, it won't come."
"Bastard..." The gangster pressed his submachine gun against Feng Bujue's forehead viciously: "You think you're smart? Huh? Tell me! Who are you? Are you a policeman? Ah? Or are you trying to trick me? Want to be a hero? ?”
"I'm an insignificant person. I just want to remind you that the width of the two-lane road at the door, even if you count the non-motorized lanes, is unlikely to allow a helicopter to land." Feng Bujue's answer was very skillful, he understated He carefully avoided explaining his identity, and immediately turned the topic to the part that the other party would be interested in, "Even if the police really sent a helicopter, it would be impossible to stop at the gate. You must at least go to the nearest It takes a crossroad to climb up. During this process, you must walk out of the bank gate and be exposed to the sight of snipers." He paused: "You have already killed a hostage, given the current situation in Gotham City these days , I believe the police already have a good reason to kill you on the spot..."
"Oh! My God..." The bandit holding money heard these remarks by the wall near the gate, immediately covered his head with one hand, and cried with extreme fear: "What the hell have we done..."
"Okay! Shut up!" The submachine gun gangster yelled at the annoying accomplice again, then looked at Feng Bujue, let go of his hair, and said, "Huh... is this what you want to say?"
"I haven't finished yet." Feng Bujue replied, "By the way, let me tell you the police's next action strategy. In a few minutes, they will announce that it is very difficult to call the helicopter, and ask you not to kill any more hostages for the time being. Wait a few more minutes. During this time, they will intensively deploy the tactical team and arrange the snipers to be in place." He thought clearly and spoke extremely fast, regardless of whether the other party could digest it: "According to your ten The plan of killing a hostage in minutes and waiting for the helicopter to help you escape is nothing more than two endings:
One, after you killed a certain number of hostages, the police claimed that the helicopter had arrived, lured you out and killed you.
Second, when you kill a certain number of hostages, the police will take a storm.
As for what the police will do, it depends on the amount of information they have. The most critical point is whether they know the number of robbers. It's a pity that you killed the gentleman who spoke with the police. If he is still alive, you can still ask him how much he revealed to the police about the situation here, but now... "
Feng Bujue sneered: "In addition, I also want to remind you that at any minute in the future, there may be a 'vigilante' to intervene in this matter, Nightwing, Robin, Huntress, Black Canary …Wait, with all due respect, as long as one comes, the three of them will probably be captured alive.”
He took a long breath, looked at the stunned gangster in front of him, and added: "About ten minutes ago, the excessive secretion of adrenaline has already made you on the verge of losing control. The escape method you thought of during the hostage-taking stage , is worse than the plan you thought of during the robbery planning stage." He said in a mocking tone: "Heh... Of course, if that can be called a 'plan'." He smiled: "At the same time, you kill people on impulse This move 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 something different right away, otherwise..." He imitated the sound of a clock, teasing The other party: "tick tick tick... time waits for no one, superheroes will come at any time."
"Who on earth are you..." After listening to Feng Bujue's analysis, the submachine gun gangster really calmed down a bit, and he was no longer in the state of being red-eyed.
Feng Bujue observed the eyes of the three gangsters separately, then, with a sneer on his face, he stood up without hesitation, "This is still a very minor issue, at this moment, the most important thing for you... how to escape."
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Five minutes later, the metal shutter doors (electronically controlled, not the kind that are pulled down manually) behind the bank's row of glass doors began to slowly descend and quickly closed.
From this moment, the police on the street and the kidnappers in the bank lost the way to observe each other's movements.
Almost at the same second that the rolling shutter door was completely closed, the phone that the police used to talk to the robber just now rang.
The bank employee who had been shot had first called the police when he was hiding in the toilet. The call was never interrupted until the police arrived, and his number was directly transferred to another police phone at the scene.
"I'm Officer Clapton." Clapton, who was in charge of the on-site command, answered the phone.
"Hello, officer." Feng Bujue's voice came from the microphone: "I think you must have noticed that I am not the same person as the gentleman who was talking to you just now." He paused for a second, then answered Said: "But this should be good news for you. From now on, I will take over the work of communication. You can call me Anonymous."
"How are the hostages doing now? Are they all safe?" Clapton said impatiently, "Listen...the helicopter will..."
"Forget about the helicopter, officer, that was just a joke." Feng Bujue interrupted: "As for the hostages, they are safe. I can assure you that the rough scene just now was just an accident. You don't want to see such a scene happen again, don't you?" He smiled lightly twice, which made the other party shudder.
"Listen... if you guys come out and surrender now..." Clapton replied.
"There are two things I want to talk about. First, this phone is running out of battery. Next, please call me on the bank counter. I don't think I need to tell you the number, right?" Feng Bu With that said, he hung up the phone.
"Hurry up..." Clapton waved to his colleagues in the monitoring and command vehicle behind him.
The staff in the rear compartment all heard the content of the call, and before Feng Bujue finished speaking, they had already acted, and the call was connected within a minute.
Clapton listened to the beep in the microphone for a few seconds, and then Feng Bujue's voice came again: "The second thing..." He cut to the chase: "If my guess is correct, a well-equipped , a well-trained team, is now starting to invade the building I am in. I know that they only need to use tools to remove a few iron railings, and they can easily enter through windows on the first floor. There are at least five rooms that can As a breakthrough for entry. Then, they will approach quietly to confirm our number and location. Then, at a time they think is appropriate and sure, your people will cut off the power from the outside and make this place a mess. It was pitch black. Finally, before we knew it, some burly men in night vision goggles had disarmed and subdued us."
Clapton covered the microphone with his hands, and turned his face away. The expression on his face was indescribably wonderful, "Is there a mole?" He lowered his voice and said to the people next to him.
Feng Bujue's words continued: "I am extremely unwilling to see the above situation, so I thought of a preventive measure." He paused, and then narrated in a leisurely tone: "I have partly The hostages were transferred to the safe, and the password of the gate was changed. According to the volume of the room and the number of them... well... the oxygen can last for about 30 minutes." RS
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