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Text Chapter 260 Battle for the Cloak (2)

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    "With this situation, it will be difficult even for me to escape." Feng Bujue muttered: "If I activate the spiritual consciousness gathering technique to rush out, even if these three guys can't hit me, the police outside will kill me."  Shoot into a sieve.¡±

    The gangster who was responsible for guarding the door walked past Feng Bujue. Feng Bujue raised his head slightly and looked back, and found that the elevator door behind him had disappeared and turned into a wall.  Apparently, the player's entrance into the scenario is visible only to them, and the player disappears as soon as they exit.  The characters in the plot turn a blind eye to these, maybe there is nothing here in their eyes.

    "Let's take a look at the situation first" Feng Bujue decided to wait and see how the situation would develop, and he temporarily turned his attention to the game menu.

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    Until now, Feng Bujue has not reviewed the five opponents in this script, so he would like to take a look at them now.

    It doesn¡¯t matter if you don¡¯t look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.

    "Is there any mistake? There are three people who are among the twenty in the combat power rankings?" Feng Bujue would take a look at each ranking list as soon as he entered the mall. With his memory ability, he would naturally  All the individual clubs and societies on the list are in my mind.

    "I remember that this thirty-level person named [Wu Shi Shen Xuan] is one of the four masters of [Order]'s 'Drunken Life, Dream of Death' He is on the same level as the guy who smokes, drinks, and perms his hair! There is also this same three  The eleventh level [Seven Kills] seems to be the third person in Brother Long's club" Due to frequent forums, Feng Bujue can basically call out the nicknames of star players in major studios, "Hey  The guy named [Shiva] at Level 32 is the boss of the [Gods], right? His level ranking is also at fifth place! He¡¯s the same as the top four at Level 32, right?¡±

    In addition to these three names, among the other two people, there is another one whom Feng Bujue met in the team survival mode. His nickname is [I¡¯m not afraid]. ¡°This girl is not a gas-efficient lamp either¡­¡± He  He already felt something bad in his heart, "Wait a minutecould it bethat these five people except me are all among the top twenty in terms of combat effectiveness?"

    Feng Bujue instinctively thought about the worst case scenario. Sadly, he was right again

    [Wu Shen Xuan], Level 31, male, Order Studio, eighth in the combat effectiveness rankings.

    ¡¾Shiva¡¿, level 32, male, studio of gods.  Ranked second in combat effectiveness.

    ¡¾Seven Kills¡¿, level 31, male, Blade Studio, fifteenth in combat effectiveness rankings.

    ¡¾I'm not afraid¡¿, level 30, female, Jianghu Studio, 20th in combat effectiveness ranking (anonymous).

    ¡¾•×Ó°Íõ¡¿.  Level 30, male, individual professional player, ranked 19th in combat effectiveness (anonymous).

    The above are the five people Feng Bujue wants to deal with.  In terms of level, they are obviously higher than him, and in terms of combat effectiveness, they should be more than equal to him.

    If.  Thriller Paradise has a "Comprehensive Player Strength Ranking", and Na Fengbujue can definitely be ranked very high.  As for the five above, some may fall directly out of the top fifty.

    But the reality is.  There is no such kind of list, because "resourcefulness" is really something that cannot be quantified

    Therefore, from the perspective of a bystander, or from the perspective of any one of the other five players, one would think that Feng Bujue is the weakest in this killing game.

    "However, there are benefits to being regarded as weak by others.

    As the saying goes, the first bird will be struck first. In this kind of indiscriminate melee mode, everyone's focus will naturally be on Shiva, the strongest one on the surface; there will inevitably be a few against Wu Shen Xuan and Qisha.  They are very afraid of each other; Cai Bu Ai Na and Zhao Ying Wang are both anonymous on the combat effectiveness list. The three big shots have probably never heard of them, and they don't know each other, so they will be looked down upon relatively speaking.

    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." I must have had a series of reactions in my mind.  I don¡¯t know him, he¡¯s the lowest level, let¡¯s fight against the five scum.

    Under such a premise, the "weakest" Feng Bujue can easily be overlooked or even ignored Others will not spend a lot of energy to guard against or assassinate him, which can be regarded as an advantage.  .

    Of course, not everyone takes it for granted that he is the weakest.

    Wu Shenshenxuan once heard Meng Jingchan mention the name "Crazy Bujue", but unfortunately he didn't take it seriously and soon forgot it.

    Qisha also heard Long Aomin introduce this guy who was suspected of being a serial killer, and thenhe didn't remember it either

    And Shiva and??Shadow King, I have no impression of Brother Jue's nickname at all.

    "The only thing I'm not afraid of is that my sister will recognize this guy and still remember him At least in her opinion, Feng Bujue is not easy to deal with at all.

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    "Asshole! I told you to hide!" The gangster who went to find a way out returned to the lobby not long after, and even dragged someone back.

    That person should be an employee of the bank. He was wearing a bank uniform, sweating profusely, and looked frightened.

    "What's going on?" the gangster with the submachine gun asked while sneakily looking outside the bank.

    "He was hiding in the toilet talking to the police on his mobile phone." the pistol gangster replied.

    The gangster pretending to be rich interrupted and asked, "Have you found any other way out?"

    ¡°There are almost bars outside the windows, the toilet window is too small, and there are police on the streets behind.¡±

    "Damn it!"

    ¡°Give me his cell 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 this.

    He took the phone, looked at the screen, and then pressed the speed dial button. After only three seconds, the call was connected.

    "How are you doing? Sir, are you okay? Why were you interrupted just now" A police officer lowered his voice and spoke quickly.

    But the submachine gun gangster interrupted him: "No, he has something, something serious." He gestured to his accomplices to bring the man over.

    The gangster with the pistol understood and stepped forward to kick the man. The bank employee had no choice but to surrender under the gunpoint and walked toward the bank gate tremblingly.

    "Listen, you bastard, listen to my terms." After the submachine gun gangster got this phone, he didn't have to risk his head to go out and shout. He hid behind the wall.  He said to the police officer on the other end of the phone: "Prepare a helicopter and a pilot for me, and have all your people evacuate three blocks away." Before he finished speaking, he put down his submachine gun and pulled out the gun from his waist.  The pistol immediately pulled the trigger.

    The bank clerk fell down, and blood spurted all over the wall and the floor. This scene happened in front of the bank gate, and was completely displayed in front of the police on the street and the citizens and reporters behind the cordon.

    The submachine gun gangster raised his voice and said to the mobile phone and the hostages in the bank lobby at the same time: "From now on 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 saying that, he ended the call.

    "Oh God" The gangster holding money pressed his forehead with one hand, looking at the corpse on the ground, his breathing became rapid: "Huh God God you killed him, this" He  Suddenly he couldn't help but pulled off his mask and vomited on the floor.

    There were many women among the hostages.  Just now I saw the blood spraying randomly, but I was too scared to react in time. Now the person vomited it, causing a chain reaction.  Many hostages lying on the ground changed to a kneeling position and vomited.

    "You idiot! You act like a woman, you are such a waste!" the submachine gun gangster cursed, and he immediately picked up the submachine gun again.  He yelled at the hostages, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Who told you to get up! Get down here! Hold your head with your hands!"

    "People inside, listen, I am a negotiator for the police. I have no weapons on me. Can you let me come in and talk to you?" A middle-aged man came to the door of the bank at this time, holding a loudspeaker in his hand.  , not wearing a police uniform.

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    He was responded to by firing from a submachine gun, but the bullets were fired at the ground, and the shooter only stretched out the muzzle of the gun and fired wildly, without ever taking aim.

    "There are eight minutes left, I will kill another hostage!" This sentence was the gangster's response.

    After the money-pretending gangster finished vomiting, he seemed to feel better. After he took a breath, he said: "Maybe uh maybe we should listen to what he wants to say"

    "Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth!" the submachine gun gangster shouted: "I 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, Feng Bujue¡¯s words clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

    "Who is it?" the submachine gun gangster asked, "Which bastard is talking?"

    "It's him!" The pistol robber was closest to Feng Bujue, and he heard clearly, "It's the kid in the long purple suit."

    "You, guard the door for me for a while." The submachine gun gangster said to the gangster holding the money. After hearing the words, the latter stooped and walked towards the door.?

    After the two of them alternated, the submachine gun gangster walked straight to Feng Bujue, "Get up, you bastard!" He grabbed Feng Bujue's hair and lifted it up, causing him to change from a lying 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 fiercely pressed his submachine gun against Feng Bujue's forehead: "You think you are smart? Huh? Tell me! Who are you? Are you also a policeman? Huh? Or do you want to trick me? Do you want to be fake?  hero?"

    "I am an insignificant little person. I just want to remind you that the width of the two-lane road at the door, even including non-motorized lanes, is unlikely to allow a helicopter to land." Feng Bujue's answer was very skillful, he was understated.  He avoided explaining his identity and immediately changed the topic to the part that the other party would be interested in. "Even if the police really call in the helicopter, it won't be able to stop at the gate. You have to at least go to the nearest one."  You have to cross a crossroad to get up. In the 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. In view of the current situation in Gotham City these days  , I believe the police already have sufficient reasons to kill you on the spot"

    "Oh! My God" The gangster pretending to be money heard these remarks on the wall near the door. He immediately covered his head with one hand and cried with extreme fear: "What on earth 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 speaking yet." Feng Bujue replied: "By the way, I will tell you the police's next action strategy. In a few minutes, they will claim that it is very difficult to call the helicopter. Please don't kill any more hostages for the time being.  Wait a few more minutes. During this time, they will intensively deploy tactical teams and arrange snipers." He thought clearly and spoke very fast, regardless of whether the other party could digest it: "According to your ten  The plan of killing a hostage every minute and waiting for the helicopter to help you escape is nothing more than two endings:

    ? 1. After you kill a certain number of hostages, the police claim that the helicopter has arrived, lure you out and kill you.

    two.  After you kill a certain number of hostages, the police will attack by force.

    As for what the police will do, it depends on the amount of intelligence they have. The most critical point is whether they know the number of robbers.  It's a pity that you killed the gentleman who communicated with the police. If he was still alive, you could still ask him how much he disclosed to the police about the situation here, but now"

    Feng Bujue sneered: "In addition, I would like to remind you that at any next minute, a 'vigilante' may intervene in this matter, Nightwing, Robin, Huntress, Black Canary  ¡­Wait a minute. With all due respect, as long as one comes, I¡¯m afraid the three of them will be captured alive.¡±

    He took a long breath and looked at the stunned gangster in front of him.  He added: "About ten minutes ago, the excessive secretion of adrenaline has put 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 used sarcasm  He said in a tone of voice: "Ha Of course. If that can be called a 'plan'." He smiled: "At the same time, your impulsive killing has also put you and your accomplices in a situation with no way out.  situation. If you don't want to die or go to jail today, you'd better think of something else immediately, otherwise" He imitated the sound of a clock and teased the other person: "Tick tick tick Time waits for no one, superheroes.  Will come any time."

    "Whoare you" After listening to Feng Bujue's analysis, the submachine gun gangster really calmed down a bit and was no longer in the red-eyed state.

    Feng Bujue observed the eyes of the three gangsters respectively, and then, with a sneer on his face, he stood up without any scruples, "This is still a very minor issue. At this moment, the most important thing to you  ¡­how to escape.¡±

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    Five minutes later, the metal rolling shutter doors (electronically controlled, not the kind that can be pulled down manually) behind the row of glass doors in the bank began to slowly descend and quickly closed.

    From this moment on, the police on the street and the kidnappers in the bank all lost the way to observe each other's movements.

    Almost at the same second when the rolling shutter door was completely closed, the phone that the police had just used to talk to the robber rang.

    The bank clerk who had been shot and killed first made a phone call while hiding in the toiletCalled the police.  The call continued until the police arrived, and his number was transferred directly to another police phone at the scene.

    "I'm Officer Clapton." Clapton, who was in charge of the scene, answered the phone and said.

    "Hello, officer." Feng Bujue's voice came from the phone: "I think you must have noticed that I and the gentleman who just talked to you are not the same person." He paused for a second and answered.  Said: "But this should be good news for you. From now on, I will take over the communication work. You can call me Anonymous."

    "How are the hostages doing now? Are they all safe?" Clapton said impatiently: "Listenthe helicopters are still going"

    "Forget the helicopter, officer, it 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. I think you and I both  You don¡¯t want to see such a scene happen again, don¡¯t you?¡± He chuckled twice, which made the other person shudder.

    ¡°Listen¡­if you come out and surrender now¡­¡± Clapton replied.

    "There are two things I want to say. First, this phone is almost out of battery. Next, please call me on the phone at the bank counter. I don't think I need to tell you the number?" Feng Bu  Jue said and hung up the phone.

    "Hurry up" Clapton waved to his colleagues in the surveillance and command vehicle behind him.

    All the staff in the rear compartment heard the content of the call. Before Feng Bujue finished speaking, they had already taken action and connected the call in less than a minute.

    Clapton listened to the beeps from the microphone for a few seconds, and then Feng Bujue's voice came again: "The second thing" He got straight to the point: "If my guess is correct, a piece of equipment  A well-trained and well-trained team is now beginning to invade the building I am in. I know that they only need to use tools to remove a few iron bars, and they can easily enter through the windows on the first floor. There are at least five rooms.  It can be used as a breakthrough to enter. Then, they will approach quietly to confirm our number and location. Then, at a time they think is appropriate and they are sure of it, your people will cut off the power from the outside and plunge this place into  It was pitch black. Finally, before we could react, several strong men wearing night vision goggles had disarmed and subdued us."

    Clapton covered the microphone with his hand and turned his face. The expression on his face was extremely exciting. "Is there a traitor?" he lowered his voice and asked the person next to him.

    Feng Bujue's words continued: "The above situation is something I extremely don't want to see, so I thought of a preventive measure." He paused and narrated in a leisurely tone: "I have already prepared part of the situation.  The hostages were moved to the vault and the password to the gate was changed. Depending on the size of the room and the number of themwellthe oxygen can last for about thirty minutes." (To be continued)
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