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There was a hostage standing in front of the bank gate. His hands and feet are bound by small but tight plastic clasps, and a cash pouch is draped over his head.
The glass door of the bank is automatically opened and closed horizontally. As long as someone approaches the door, the sensor will be triggered, so the presence of this hostage keeps the glass door open.
Looking into the bank lobby from the street, at this moment, the police could no longer see any other hostages, only the person at the door was left in sight.
There were two corpses lying on the floor. One died at the gate, which was the hostage shot and killed by the submachine gun gangsters; The police didn't know if the extra corpse was a hostage, let alone how he died. Anyway, the preliminary judgment was... It must be related to the gunshots and explosions just now.
As for the corpses of the money bandits and the area where the pistol bandits were killed, they cannot be seen from the outside.
"I think you should have binoculars at hand, officer." Feng Bujue said again at this moment.
Clapton had no idea what the robber was up to, and he just replied, "Yes."
"Pick it up and look towards the counter," Feng Bujue said.
Clapton didn't put down the phone, he gestured and asked the police officer next to him to hand him a telescope.
From where he was standing, he could just observe the entire counter, but Feng Bujue had already hid inside the counter at this time, and he had naturally taken the phone on the counter underneath, "Can you see me?" He raised his hand Raise one arm, let the palm of your right hand rise above the counter table, and wave it left and right a few times.
"Yeah, what do you want to do next? Give me the middle finger?" Clapton replied.
"Hehe... Excuse me, I can only show you my hand, officer." Feng Bujue smiled and said, "Because the glass door is kept open now, it means that your sniper can shoot bullets in, although I Having the combination to the vault as leverage, but exposing my head in the scope of a rifle is a risk I'm extremely unwilling to take."
"Okay, what exactly do you want? It's been almost twenty minutes since you put the hostages in the vault, and you still haven't told me..."
"I want to give you a present, officer." Feng Bujue interrupted Clapton.
The police officer froze for a moment, "You mean...you want to release the hostage at the door? Okay...then I'll have my people come and pick it up right away..."
"If your people dare to take a step closer, I'll kill the guy at the door." Feng Bujue said.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I made him stand there just to keep the glass door open." Feng Bujue smiled and said, "In this way, I can give you the gift." While he was speaking, a rather large square object came out of the window. The inside of the counter rises slowly.
Clapton, who was watching through the binoculars, couldn't believe what he saw.
"This is a one-cubic-foot banknote with a face value of twenty dollars tied with paper tape." Feng Bujue naturally didn't hold the object with his hands at the moment, he used [anti-gravity ejection] Device] suction and float function.
"What are you doing..." Clapton had a bad feeling.
"I want... like this..." Feng Bujue aimed at a good angle as he said, and fired the "cash shell".
The pile of money flew over the head of the hostage at the gate and flew out of the bank at an oblique angle. When it flew through the air, hundreds of banknotes had already floated out, attracting the attention of every policeman, reporter, and citizen on the street.
The money bullet drew a fascinating arc in the air, finally hit the outer wall of the building across the street, and exploded at a height of about three or four floors...
At this time, there was a gust of wind blowing, and the banknotes... scattered all over the street.
Five seconds, ten seconds...
It didn't take long for people to react. When a few people in the crowd behind the cordon reached out to take the money first, it was inevitable that the situation would get out of control.
Soon, only the area surrounded by police cars at the main entrance of the bank remained unaffected. Within a few tens of meters around, hundreds of citizens and reporters broke through the cordon, and even the police who were supposed to stop these people quietly bowed down.
"Hahahaha..." There was a wild laugh from the other end of the phone: "The lackeys of capitalism! Try the taste of sugar-coated cannonballs!"
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing!" Clapton couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled angrily: "You are not a robber! You are a terrorist! Who are you? What organization do you belong to?"
"Haha... I'm Bill Gates! A great fighter for communism!" Feng Bujue blurted out, laughing wildly: "I bring you Andrew Jackson (the seventh president of the United States, whose portrait is printed on $20 Best regards!" he said, sucking up a second "cash shell" and firing it quickly.
After the second money bomb exploded, the streets were in complete chaos. After all... police officers are human beings, and the police officers in Gotham City are high-pressure and high-risk occupations. Who can guarantee that they will not be tempted? Not long after, even in the area of the main entrance of the bank, many civilians sneaked in. Some of them stooped to search the ground, some danced their hands in the air and scratched randomly, and each of them had a lot in their arms.
Also, because the bills are so new, they last a long time in the air. It was as if someone fired a cannon into the sky, the sky was covered with colorful paper, and the ground was full of carnival crowds, which made all the snipers in position useless.
"Don't worry about the money! Stick to your post!" Clapton picked up the loudspeaker at hand and shouted: "Show me the gate of the bank! Don't relax."
Whether we admit it or not, most people in this world are like this kind of people - when others pick up money, they also pick up money; when others jaywalk, they also jaywalk; when others spit everywhere, they spit everywhere Phlegm; in the end, when someone went to set fire to the Yasukuni Shrine, he thought about it and smashed a Japanese car on the street.
However, there are still a small number of people in this world who are another kind of people. Maybe in normal times, they would jaywalk or spit or something, but when it comes to critical moments, they can stick to the bottom line.
At this moment, more than half of the policemen at the gate of the bank are still guarding their posts, with a high degree of concentration, ignoring the rain of money as nothing, doing their best to maintain order, and paying attention to the movements inside the gate of the bank. These people knew very well what they should do. If they all went to grab the stolen money and let the robbers in the bank rush out in the chaos, the consequences would be even more disastrous.
"Do you like my gift? Mr. Police Officer." Feng Bujue's voice came from the receiver again: "It's not over yet..." As he spoke, he fired a third pile of banknotes, and after finishing this shot, he said: " The warm-up is almost done, let's play a guessing game." He paused, "Now, I will release some hostages, and among these hostages are my accomplices."
"Is this guy out of his mind? How dare he tell me this kind of thing?" Clapton thought to himself, "Could it be... he wants to take this opportunity to betray his accomplice?"
"The situation on the street is very chaotic right now. It is impossible for snipers to open fire on the area in front of the door, and police cars cannot drive out. Therefore, as long as you relax a little, my accomplices will blend in with the crowd and escape." Feng Bujue He was still instructing the three robbers before, and now he began to instruct the police again.
Clapton is not stupid. There are two possibilities for the other party to say these words. Either this "Anonymous" wants to harm his accomplice, or he is setting up some kind of scam. There is no third possibility. , that is to commit suicide...
"Is the tactical team still in place on the street behind the bank?" Clapton whispered to the person next to him.
"Yes, I have been monitoring it all the time, and there is no change. The iron fences of all windows are intact, and no one has been seen in the room." A police officer replied.
"Are you sure there are no other exits from this building? Like ventilation ducts, or sewers?" Clapton asked again.
"There is an exit of the ventilation duct on the roof, which has been watched by snipers all the time, and no one has climbed out of it so far. In addition, even if the robbers do go up to the roof, there is no way down there."
Clapton heard the words and looked up. The roof of the building in front of him was seven or eight meters high from the ground, and he would be disabled if he jumped off. The two buildings next to it are three or four meters away from the roof. Besides, there are guardrails, and the possibility of jumping to the top of other buildings after the run-up can also be ruled out.
"Hmph... I'd like to see how you guys are going to run..." Clapton thought to himself.
"Okay, officer, the hostages are coming out, get ready." Feng Bujue said on the other end of the phone, "Call me after you identify my accomplice." After finishing speaking, he once again Hang up the phone.
At this time, a few figures popped out from one side of the counter. They also had cash bags on their heads and their hands and feet were tied together.
"After the hostages come out, take off the bags on their heads, but don't untie them, take them all to the side and keep them temporarily." Clapton's thinking is still relatively clear, and he is already facing the police officers around him , began to arrange countermeasures, "Listen, be careful everyone, they just seem to be tied up... Get it? Maybe some guy will suddenly pull out a gun and shoot at you."
On the other side, Feng Bujue seemed to be directing the traffic, hiding under the counter and saying: "That's right, guys, that's the direction, just like I told you earlier, jump forward eight steps, then turn left ninety Speed, yes, line up and come one by one, if you hear the person in front jump a few meters before you follow, you will fall if you are anxious.”
Under Feng Bujue's command, the hostages jumped towards the door one by one in an orderly manner.
"Hey! Winston, you can go out too." Feng Bujue then yelled loudly at the hostage who was stuck at the door.
This Mr. Winston's position and direction were adjusted by Feng Bujue before he opened the door, and he also greeted him. As long as Winston dared to move half a step forward, he would shoot. . Winston had to wait for that shout before he could jump forward.
At this moment, Winston, who heard the order, felt as if he had been pardoned. The few minutes he stood at this door seemed like years to him, and he was finally able to get out of trouble, which made him cry with joy.
But after jumping out of the bank gate, what greeted him was not blankets, ambulances and concerned greetings, but...
"Sir, please come this way." A police officer uncovered the cash bag on Winston's head, but did not unlock the locks on his hands and feet, but dragged him aside, letting him go first. Sitting on the ground, two other police officers came over and looked at him warily.
"What is this for? I'm a hostage!" cried Winston.
"Please cooperate with us, sir, the robbers may want to sneak out among the hostages." A police officer replied.
"What does that mean? Are you suspicious of me?"
"Everything is still uncertain, and this is also for your safety, sir."
Winston couldn't say anything more. He just wanted to complain, but he saw the rain of money and the crowd around him: "Hey! What's going on here? You tied up law-abiding citizens here, but to those who robbed stolen money Do people turn a blind eye?"
...
Five minutes later, all the twenty-nine hostages had arrived outside the bank. And Feng Bujue, after the last hostage jumped out, he lowered the electronic rolling door of the bank again.
Next, the work of interrogating and identifying the identities of the hostages began intensely.
After initial questioning of the hostages, Clapton received a barrage of information that surprised him.
"Okay, okay, ladies and gentlemen... be quiet." Clapton said: "Let me sort out the situation... At first, the three robbers who robbed the bank were single-handedly killed by a hostage , and that guy, is an anti-human, highly intelligent, well-mannered tough guy..."
"Yes." "That's right." "Yes." The hostages replied in a hurry.
"He has no accomplices at all, and he has never hurt you, let alone anyone locked in the vault." Clapton said again.
"Yes... no." "Yeah." "In a sense, he saved us."
Clapton laughed dryly: "It sounds like he has become a hero, so who can explain to me, this unknown person, why did he play these tricks with us?"
"Maybe he is worried about being regarded as an accomplice of robbers by you." "Yeah, just like us, trapped here for interrogation by you." "That's right! Let me go! I want to sue you!"
"Okay, let me check with you one last time about his physical characteristics... Asian, short black hair, wearing a long purple suit, right?" Clapton asked.
After getting an affirmative answer, he went to the phone and dialed the number again.
After beeping five times, Feng Bujue picked it up: "What advice do you have, officer."
"Boy, I don't know who you are and what you want to do." Clapton said: "But you're getting bored."
"Hehe... what's the trouble?" Feng Bujue smiled and said, "I'm all ears."
"I know you are not a robber. Your killing of those three people can also be interpreted as self-defense, or even a brave act, but..." Clapton said: "After you kill them, continue to take hostages and Threatening, tricking the police, and throwing large sums of cash in the bank on the street is no different than robbing a bank."
"So... please tell me, Officer Clapton." Feng Bujue asked, "Am I a hero or a criminal?" His voice suddenly became very strange, "This answer is very important, please Think twice."
"Open the door, come out and surrender, and come back to the game with me." Clapton did not answer Feng Bujue's question, but said: "Now you have no hostages. If you don't come out, we will storm in through the main entrance." .”
"Answer, my question, officer." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's request and replied with a more serious tone.
"Of course you are a criminal! Otherwise, what do you think you are?" Clapton shouted, "Open the door and surrender."
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue murmured, "Is this your answer... Hmph... Interesting, really interesting." He thought for a few seconds, then continued, "Okay, I'll open the door right away."
The rolling shutter door slowly rose, and the scene inside the door looked the same as when it was closed last time.
"Hands up, get out from behind the counter," Clapton said into the phone.
"Hehe... I refuse." Feng Bujue replied.
Clapton had had enough of the other party long ago. He raised his hand and motioned for a few subordinates around him to go in and arrest people, while trying to distract Feng Bujue on the phone: "Haven't you played enough? I can I don't want to see another death today."
Four police officers with live ammunition came in one file at a time from the main entrance, spread out their positions, and surrounded the counter.
Clapton held the phone in one hand and the binoculars in the other, observing the situation. When he saw his subordinates approaching the counter, his heart was already in his throat. He was afraid that Feng Bujue would resist and cause a gun battle.
Unexpectedly, what happened next was...
The four police officers looked behind the counter inexplicably, and one of them responded quickly and immediately said to the walkie-talkie on his shoulder; "Sir, there is no one here."
"What?" Clapton said instinctively.
Feng Bujue on the other end of the phone smiled: "Hehe... Guess what happened after the door was closed just now."
"Quick search, he must still be in that bank! He must be hiding somewhere!" Clapton said directly into the walkie-talkie, not afraid of being blocked.
"Hmph... are you sure?" Feng Bujue sneered.
Clapton said into the phone receiver again: "I clearly called the counter..."
"Use call transfer." Feng Bujue smiled, "I was lying to you when I said that the dead man's cell phone was out of battery. His cell phone has a lot of power, and I'm still holding it in my hand."
Clapton was a little bewildered at the moment. The other party covered the heads of the hostages, tied their hands and feet, and then said "I have accomplices mixed in there".
Clapton thought in his heart: What he did and said before was linked together until the door was closed... He knew very well that after that, I would be able to learn everything from the hostages. All lies and actions will be exposed before my eyes. And what I don't know yet... is what he did between that final closing and opening of the door... RS
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