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few minutes ago...
As the shutter door slowly lowered, Feng Bujue also stood up from behind the counter. At this time, he had already set up call forwarding. As long as Clapton outside the door called the landline on the bank counter again, it would be transferred to the mobile phone in his hand. Of course, the phone's ringing method has been adjusted to vibrate, and he has also confirmed that this number is not bound to a ringtone.
Naturally, the time can be checked in the bank lobby. Feng Bujue glanced at the electronic clock on the wall, and read: "It will take at least seven or eight minutes for the hostages to ask them about the situation..." He held the The key and key card (already obtained from the manager), went through the door behind the counter, came to the monitoring room, and turned off all the monitoring probes.
Just now, when the hostages' heads were all covered, but before the police called, Feng Bujue took the time to walk around the bank and roughly surveyed the structure of the building. He knew very well that there were only three ways to go out, first, the main entrance; second, the ventilation duct; third, the windows of the four or five offices facing the street.
Feng Bujue didn't know the deployment of the police force outside, so he could only rely on guesswork.
First of all, there must be someone outside the main entrance. Even if the impact of the cash shells is still there, he can't walk out in a grandiose manner.
Secondly, the windows facing the street are most likely to be watched by people. Even if there are not as many police forces there as there are at the main entrance, to escape, he must first use pipe wrench to destroy the guardrail outside the window. In terms of time and concealment, it is very difficult to escape from there.
The last thing left is the ventilation duct.
Feng Bujue would not take any chances. He firmly believed that with his character and the IQ of the Gotham police, there would definitely be people watching outside the exit of the ventilation duct. After climbing out by myself, there are no more than two situations: the first one, being caught by the police who have already ambushed around; the second one, falling into the sight of one or several snipers in the distance .
"After some questioning, Clapton will know that I'm the only one in the bank and there are no other hostages. At this point he will either send someone to storm him without saying hello. Or he will call me and tell me to go out and surrender." Feng Bujue deduced the development of the situation in his mind: "It's easy to attack by force, as long as I use death poker and the spiritual body gathering technique, I can deal with the police officers rushing in a little bit, and I can escape through the window they entered.
But... facing only one person, the probability of him choosing to negotiate with me is obviously higher. There is no reason to let the subordinates take unnecessary risks and further expand material losses. If after the communication, I said that I would hold back, then it would not be too late for him to order a strong attack. At that time, he could still use the call to stabilize me and create conditions for his subordinates to approach. "
"So, as long as I stay on the phone, the first batch of police officers who enter here will definitely focus most of their attention behind the counter." Feng Bujue read: "This is convenient for me to send them Introduce a trap..."
He went back to the lobby and took off the mask of the submachine gun gangster. Then he turned over and jumped into the inside of the counter, and put the relatively intact mask on the head of the money bandit whose face was smashed. Then, he dragged the body of the money bandit and retreated all the way into the monitoring room.
The monitoring room has two necessary facilities for Feng Bujue to escape. The first one is the entrance of the ventilation duct. It is not surprising that this thing is found in almost all rooms except the safe; but the second thing is only found at the counter and in the monitoring room, which is the switch of the metal shutter on the bank gate.
Feng Bujue put the body on an office chair in the monitoring room, and began to set up traps...
He pushed the chair into a corner so that its back faced the door. Then I took out the second grenade from the [Endless Grenade Box], tied a metal wire (found in the warehouse) to the ring, and stuffed the grenade into the rotten face of the dead body...
He could have fixed the explosives somewhere else, but... he just wanted the wires to come out of the eyeholes in that mask, which might have been some sort of unique sense of humor.
Therefore, a metal wire tied to the grenade pull ring started from the face of the corpse, went all the way down, passed through the torso, passed through the chest, and was finally fixed on the rotating shaft under the chair.
This is a good office chair. The backrest is quite high, and it is adjustable. The rotating shaft under the seat plate is also working normally. It can be turned left and right without too much effort, and the wheels on the chassis are not stuck.
Feng Bujue was very sure that as long as someone turned or pulled the chair slightly from the back, after four seconds, there would be a few more corpses in this area of more than ten square meters.
When he was done, he went to the wall and jumped onto the top of a locker, where the entrance to the ventilation duct was. He took off the baffle, looked inside, and found that the inside of the pipe was relatively spacious, and with his stature, he could squat inside and turn around.
At this moment, the phone at the counter rang, and two seconds later, the phone in Feng Bujue's pocket rang. He smiled and said, "It's just in time..." He jumped back to the ground, took off the Bluetooth on the phone, and pressed Pressed the answer button, "What advice do you have, officer." As he spoke, he carefully put the body of the phone into the jacket pocket of the dead body.
Feng Bujue walked to the console, had a few words with Clapton, and then opened the door of the bank.
"Hands up, get out from behind the counter," Clapton yelled over the phone.
"Hehe... I refuse." Feng Bujue was wearing bluetooth, and his actions were not affected at all. He lightly jumped onto the locker, legs first, and got into the ventilation duct.
"Haven't you played enough? I don't want to see another person die today." Clapton said again, at the same time, several policemen rushed into the bank, and as expected, they surrounded the lobby counter.
Feng Bujue leisurely picked up the baffle from the top of the locker, put it back in place, slowly moved it to the rear, and deliberately told Clapton about the call forwarding.
Clapton thought for more than ten seconds, then suddenly turned his head, ran towards the group of hostages, found a bald man from the crowd, and shouted anxiously: "Hey! Where can I control those metal doors?"
The bank manager froze you for a moment, and replied, "It's behind the... counter."
"Where else is there a switch?" Clapton asked again.
"Uh...in...in the monitoring room." The bank manager replied: "Enter from behind the counter, the door says staff area, and the corridor behind leads to the warehouse, staff toilet and..."
Before he could say anything, Clapton picked up the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and shouted; "Did you hear that?"
"Yes, sir, we are going in." A police officer replied, he exchanged glances with three other colleagues who rushed in together, and approached the door.
After discovering that the door lock requires a key card to open, the police officer decisively fired a shot at the door lock and kicked the door in. They were also very adaptable, leaving one person to continue guarding in the lobby, while the other three covered each other and pushed forward.
"No matter what tricks you are up to, it has come to an end." Clapton picked up the phone again, and said to Feng Bujue, "I know you are in the monitoring room, I advise you to obediently put down your weapon and put your hands together Hold your head and find a place to stand, lest my people kill you."
"Haha... What you think is up to you. I can tell you clearly that I am no longer in that building." Feng Bujue smiled and said, "I think, if your reasoning ability is not bad, you should Realized that in closing and opening the door for the last time, I had exited the ventilation duct."
"Hmph... Really? You liar, can you explain how you escaped from a rooftop that doesn't even have a fire escape? Before that, how did you sneak out from under the nose of my sniper The vent? Huh?" Clapton sneered.
Feng Bujue came up with these two sentences, secretly delighted in his heart, he replied: "Of course I have my own way, you can ask the hostage how I killed the robber with the submachine gun, after asking, Maybe you can understand." He smiled, and continued: "Okay, let's end this boring game, officer. I know that someone should be recording our conversation, so please write down this passage—6 A super criminal from another world is about to bring some big gifts to Gotham City, and the rain of millions of dollars is just the beginning." After finishing the call, Feng Bujue ended the call, and clamped the bluetooth with a pipe wrench. Broken.
Normally, the distance between the Bluetooth and the mobile phone must be within ten meters. If there is a barrier in between, it may be less than ten meters, so Feng Bujue didn't climb very far. Anyway, in his position, it is basically impossible to be exploded. affected.
It took the three police officers a little time to reach the monitoring room, because there were some other rooms along the way, and they had to quickly confirm the situation behind each door before moving on.
The door of the monitoring room was unlocked, and the police officers pushed the door to break in, all looking at the same place.
In the corner farthest from the door, there is an office chair with the backrest adjusted to a high position. There is a person sitting on the chair. The top of this person's head is exposed above the backrest. It seems that there is a black mask on his head. His hands were neatly placed on the armrests on both sides of the chair, motionless.
The three of them shouted one after another: "Don't move! Police, raise your hands!" "Raise your hands! Turn around!" "Turn around quickly! Let me see your hands!"
The other party did not respond.
The three police officers were very experienced. After making simple eye contact, one of them stood at the door and continued to aim at the chair with his gun raised. The other two approached, one left and one right.
This monitoring room is such a big place, and the office chair is in the corner. They have to turn or pull the chair to see the face of the person sitting on it, so...
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One minute after the explosion, Clapton personally led eight police officers into the bank, while the rest remained on the street to maintain order and stick to their posts.
He asked two people to guard the gate of the bank, and the two stood in the two corridors connecting the bank lobby, while the remaining four and himself rushed into the employee area behind the counter.
When he came to the monitoring room, Clapton happened to see the fourth policeman who had been staying at the counter. He was the first person to rush in after hearing the explosion. At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, pregnant. Holding a dying colleague in his arms, he roared back to the sky, "Oh! God! Lester... no..."
And the wounded Lester, who was still alive, was the police officer closest to the door when the explosion occurred. As for the other two, they both fell to the monitoring room in a bloody mess and died on the spot.
"Call the doctor! Quick!" Clapton yelled at one of his men beside him. "Quick! Go to the street and let them bring the stretcher in..."
Although he shouted excitedly, he also knew in his heart that Lester might not be able to survive, and it was estimated that it would be impossible for him to persist until he was carried into the ambulance, let alone reach the hospital. Furthermore... the current situation on the street is very chaotic, and the ambulance cannot be driven out at all.
"Lester! Lester!" The policeman holding him yelled twice, and then couldn't help crying, "God! Why is this..."
"Damn it!" Clapton kicked the wall fiercely, "What kind of a dog!" He rushed into the monitoring room and ran towards the explosion point, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, "This what's going on?"
The walkie-talkies on these police officers were always on, so Clapton could hear the sound of their actions. He knew that the three of them had seen the target and controlled the situation tens of seconds before the explosion. Not sure what happened next...
"Did this bastard pull the bomb on his body..." Clapton knelt down and looked at the charred corpse, "No... the clothes on the dead man are wrong!" An explosion trap was made on the dead body? Where did he go?"
In fact, in Clapton's first interview, someone already mentioned the so-called "strange golden light" and the fact that Feng Bujue could take out weapons out of thin air, but Clapton focused on other information and didn't care what it sounded like. It's like a nonsense detail.
It wasn't until before the explosion, under Feng Bujue's instruction, that he again focused on asking about the details of the murder of the submachine gun bandit, only to realize that things were not that simple.
"Is this 'Anonymous', some newest 'super criminal'?" Clapton grabbed his thinning hair with one hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Could it be that he really escaped? With this in mind, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the sniper who was in charge of monitoring the roof of the building: "Newman, can you be sure that no one has come out of the vent?"
"Uh... yes, sir."
"I mean, are you 100 percent sure that you never took your eyes off that vent?"
The other party thought for a few seconds: "Well... sir, it is impossible for me to stare at the same place every second. There may be several times of more than ten seconds apart. I aimed at the street and the gate."
"Damn it!" Clapton cursed, then heaved angrily and adjusted his tone: "Okay, come down, Newman," he adjusted the frequency again: "Other snipers, also withdraw Let's put the rifle back in the equipment truck and help out on the street." He tuned another frequency and connected to the tactical team, "Squad two, team three, leave three people on the street behind, and everyone else will also arrive Help at the door of the bank."
After all, Clapton is the highest command at the scene. Even though he is more angry and frustrated than anyone else, he still has to do his duty and dispatch his subordinates to clean up the mess: "Notify the bureau and send a logistics team to the scene to collect evidence. Others People, come with me and search every room and corner here to see if there are any other gangsters or hostages." He returned to the corridor while talking into the walkie-talkie.
At this point in the matter, Clapton has basically confirmed that he has encountered a "super criminal."
Feng Bujue's previous series of behaviors, coupled with his calm attitude, all showed that this "nameless person" was by no means an idle person. His behavior is erratic and unpredictable. He killed the robbers; took another hostage; tricked the police; sprinkled millions in cash on the street; freed all the hostages; killed three policemen...
hero? Outlaws? Robin Hood? terrorist? humanitarian? murderer
He is like a metronome, swinging back and forth between good and evil, exuding an aura of madness, yet possessing meticulous thinking and outstanding action ability. If he hadn't heard the hostages describe Feng Bujue's appearance, Clapton would definitely think of a mental patient in the Arkham Asylum.
"Sir, maybe he's still hiding in the vent?" asked a young officer in the hallway.
"That's right, then you are responsible for checking it." Clapton replied with a wry smile. In his opinion, Feng Bujue must have escaped. He never thought that the other party was actually hiding a few meters away from him. far away...
"Uh... am I alone? Where do I start?" the young police officer said again.
"Hey... Listen, rookie, when you've worked in Gotham long enough, you'll understand that some criminals can't be dealt with by conventional methods." Clapton said in a class tone: "It only takes a few seconds If the clock is slack, they can slip past the snipers' sight and disappear forever. Some of these guys can fly over walls, some can release nerve gas with their bodies, and some can bite you in half with one bite. You think the clown will hide Are they in the ventilation duct? Double-faced people, the Riddler, will they hide in the ventilation duct?" Clapton shook his head: "I've seen a lot of things like this today...you go to check it, and the others People come with me."
Clapton's thoughts also reflected the thoughts of most police officers in Gotham City. Even Commissioner Gordon can't deny that the one who can save the city is Batman, and the job of the police is to clean up the battlefield for him.
The young police officer lifted his cap, and replied seriously: "Yes, sir." He looked around a few times, and his eyes quickly stopped on the vent in the monitoring room.
The entrance of the ventilation duct is located at the highest point of the wall, at a height close to the ceiling. Although the explosion deformed the locker, it did not prevent the policeman from climbing up.
As soon as he supported it with both hands, his upper body rolled onto the top of the cabinet. After his center of gravity moved to the top, his legs followed suit. Then, he reached for the baffle of the ventilation duct... RS
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