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- There was a hostage standing in front of the bank door. His hands and feet were restrained by small but tight plastic locks, and a cash bag was placed over his head.
The glass door of the bank automatically opens and closes horizontally. As long as someone approaches the door, the sensor will be triggered. Therefore, the presence of this hostage keeps the glass door open at all times.
Looking into the bank lobby from the street, the police could no longer see any trace of the other hostages, and only the person at the door was in their sight.
There were two corpses lying on the floor. One died at the gate, the hostage whom the submachine gun gangsters shot dead before; the other lay beside the counter, unidentified. The police don't know if the extra body is a hostage, let alone how he died. Anyway, their preliminary judgment is that it must be related to the gunshots and explosions just now.
As for the bodies of the gangsters who held the money, and the area where the pistol gangster was killed, they cannot be seen from the outside.
"I think you should have a telescope at hand, officer." Feng Bujue said again at this time.
Clapton had no idea what the robber was trying to do, so he just replied: "Yes."
"Pick it up and look towards the counter." Feng Bujue said.
Clapton did not put down the phone. He made a gesture and asked the police officer next to him to pass a binoculars to him.
From where he stood, he could just observe the entire counter, but Feng Bujue had already hid inside the counter, and he had naturally taken the phone on the counter underneath. "Can you see me?" He raised his hand. He raised one arm, raised the palm of his right hand above the counter table, and waved it left and right a few times.
"Yeah, what do you want to do next? Give me the middle finger?" Clapton replied.
"Haha Forgive me, I can only stretch out my hand to show you, officer." Feng Bujue said with a smile: "Since the glass door remains open now, this means that your sniper can shoot bullets in. Although I had the combination to the vault as leverage, but exposing my head to a rifle scope was a risk I was extremely unwilling to take."
"Okay, what do you want? It's been almost twenty minutes since you locked the hostages in the vault, and you haven't told me yet"
"I want to give you a gift, officer." Feng Bujue interrupted Clapton.
The police officer was stunned for a moment, "You mean you want to release the hostage at the door? Okay then I will have my people come and pick him up immediately"
"If your people dare to get closer, I will kill this guy at the door." Feng Bujue said.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I let him stand there just to keep the glass door open." Feng Bujue said with a smile: "In this way, I can give the gift to you." As he spoke, a rather large square object emerged from the The inside of the counter slowly rose.
Clapton, who was watching with a telescope, couldn't believe what he saw.
"This. It's one cubic foot, tied with paper tape, with a face value of twenty US dollars." Feng Bujue was naturally not holding the object with his hands at this moment. He was using [anti-gravity ejection] The suction and floating function of the device.
"What are you going to do" Clapton had a bad feeling.
"I want like this" Feng Bujue said, aiming at the right angle and launching the "cash cannonball".
The pile of money passed over the head of the hostage at the gate and flew out of the bank at an angle. As it flew through the air, hundreds of banknotes were already floating out, attracting the attention of every police officer, reporter, and citizen on the street.
The money bullet drew a fascinating arc in the air and eventually hit the exterior wall of the building across the street. It exploded at a height of about three or four floors
At this time, a gust of breeze blew, and the banknotes scattered across the street.
Five seconds, ten seconds
People didn¡¯t take long to react, as the crowd behind the cordon. When a few people reach out to take the money first, it is inevitable that the situation will get out of control.
Soon, only the area at the main entrance of the bank that was surrounded by police cars was left unaffected. Within a few dozen meters of the surrounding area, hundreds of citizens and reporters broke through the cordon. Even the police who were supposed to stop these people quietly bent over.
"Hahahaha" A maniacal laugh came from the other end of the phone: "You're a running dog of capitalism! Have a taste of sugar-coated bullets!"
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing!" Clapton couldn't bear it and shouted angrily: "You are not a robber! You are a terrorist! Who are you? What organization do you belong to?"
¡°Haha?¡I am Bill Gates! Great communist fighter! Feng Bujue spoke freely and laughed wildly: "I bring you the most sincere greetings from Andrew Jackson (the seventh president of the United States. His portrait is printed on the 20-dollar bill)!" "As he said this, he sucked up the second "cash bomb" and fired it quickly.
After the second money bomb exploded, the street fell into chaos. After all the police are also human beings. The police in Gotham City are a high-pressure and high-risk profession. Who can guarantee that they will not be tempted? Not long after, many civilians also sneaked into the area near the main entrance of the bank. Some of them bent down to search the ground, and some of them danced in the air with their hands and grabbed a lot of money. All of them had a lot in their arms.
In addition, because those banknotes are very new, they can float in the air for a long time. It was as if someone fired a colorful cannon into the sky. The sky was filled with colorful paper and the ground was filled with carnival crowds, which made all the snipers in place useless.
"Don't worry about the money! Stay at your post!" Clapton picked up the loudspeaker at hand and shouted: "Look at the bank door for me! Don't relax."
Whether we admit it or not, most people in this world are like this: when others pick up money, he also picks up money; when others jaywalk, he also jaywalks; when others spit, he also spits everywhere ; In the end, someone went to set fire to the Yasukuni Shrine. He thought about it and went to the street to smash a Japanese car.
¡°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, but at critical moments, they can stick to the bottom line.
At this moment, more than half of the policemen at the bank gate are still at their posts, highly concentrated, looking at the rain of money as if it were nothing, and doing their best to maintain order. And pay attention to the movements inside the bank gate. 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" He said, and fired a third pile of banknotes. After finishing this round, 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, there are some of my accomplices."
"Is this guy mentally ill? He actually took the initiative to tell me such a thing?" Clapton thought to himself: "Could it be that he wants to take this opportunity to betray his accomplices?"
"The situation on the street is very chaotic right now. It's impossible for snipers to fire at the area in front of the door, and police cars can't drive out. So, as long as you relax a little, my accomplices will blend into the crowd and escape." Feng Bujue He was still coaching the three robbers before, but now he started coaching the police again.
Clapton is not stupid. There are only two possibilities for the other party to say these things, or it is the "Anonymous" who wants to harm his accomplices. Either he is setting up some kind of scam. There is no third possibility. If there is one, then he is seeking death
¡°Are the tactical teams on the street behind the bank still in place?¡± Clapton asked quietly to the person next to him.
"Yes. We have been monitoring the situation, and there is no abnormal movement. The iron bars on each window are intact, and we have not seen anyone moving in the room." A police officer replied.
"Are you sure there are no other exits from this building? For example, ventilation ducts. Or sewers or something?" Clapton asked again.
"There is an exit of a ventilation duct on the roof, and snipers have been watching it. No one has climbed out from there yet. In addition, even if the robbers really get on the roof, there is no way down there."
Hearing this, Clapton looked up and saw that the rooftop of the building in front of him was seven or eight meters above the ground. If he jumped off, he would be crippled even if he didn't die. The two buildings next to it are three or four meters away from the rooftop, and there are guardrails, so the possibility of jumping to the top of other buildings after running can be eliminated.
"HmphI want to see how you plan to run away" Clapton thought to himself.
"Okay, officer, the hostages are coming out, be ready." Feng Bujue said on the other end of the phone, "Call me again after you identify my accomplices." After that, he said again Hang up the phone.
At this time, I saw several figures popping 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 do not untie them. Take them all to the side and keep them under temporary supervision." Clapton's thinking was relatively clear. He was already facing the police officers around him. , began to lay out countermeasures, "Listen, be careful with everyone, they just seem to be tied up Do you understand? Maybe?Some guy is going to pull out a gun and shoot you. "
On the other side, Feng Bujue was like directing traffic, hiding under the counter and saying: "Yes, guys, that's the direction. Just like I told you before, jump forward eight steps, and then turn ninety to the left." Du, yes, line up and come one by one. If you hear the person in front of you jump a few meters before you catch up, you will fall down 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 now." Feng Bujue then shouted loudly at the hostage standing at the door.
The position and direction in which Mr. Winston was standing and facing were adjusted by Feng Bujue before opening the door. He also said hello that as long as Winston dared to move even half a step forward, he would shoot. . Winston had to wait until he shouted this before he could jump forward.
At this moment, after hearing the order, Winston felt as if he had been granted amnesty. The few minutes he stood at the door seemed like years to him. He was finally able to escape, which made him cry with joy.
But after jumping out of the bank door, what greeted him was not a blanket, an ambulance and concerned greetings, but
"Sir, please come here." A police officer opened the cash bag on Winston's head, but did not unlock the locks on his hands and feet. He just dragged him to the side and asked him to first Sitting on the ground, two other police officers came over and watched him warily.
"What are you doing? I'm a hostage!" Winston shouted.
"Please cooperate with us, sir, the robbers may want to sneak out among the hostages." A police officer replied.
"What does this mean? Do you doubt me?"
"Nothing is certain yet, this is also for your safety, sir."
Winston didn't know what to say. Just when he wanted to complain, he saw the money raining in the sky and the crowd around him: "Hey! What's going on? You tied up law-abiding citizens here, but you treated those who robbed stolen money." Do people turn a blind eye?¡±
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Five minutes later, all twenty-nine hostages were outside the bank. Feng Bujue, after the last hostage jumped out, lowered the bank's electronic rolling shutter door again.
Next, the work of interrogating and identifying the hostages began intensely.
After preliminary questioning of the hostages, Clapton received a series of information that surprised him.
"Okay. Okay, ladies and gentlemenbe quiet." Clapton said: "Let me sort out the situationAt first, the three robbers who robbed the bank were killed by a hostage single-handedly. It's all gone, and that guy is a tough guy with anti-human tendencies, high IQ, and polite"
"Yes." "That's right." "Yes." The hostages replied in a hurry.
"He has no accomplices at all, and he has never hurt you, and no one is locked in the vault." Clapton added.
"Yesno." "That's right." "In a sense. He saved us."
Clapton laughed dryly: "It sounds like he has become a hero. Can anyone explain to me why this anonymous person wants to play these tricks with us?"
"Maybe he is worried about being regarded as an accomplice of the robbers by you." "Yes. Just like us, he is trapped here and is being interrogated by you." "That's right! Let me go! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"
"Okay, let me confirm his appearance with you one last time Asian, short black hair. Wearing a long purple suit, right?" Clapton asked.
After getting a positive answer, he came to the phone. Dial the number again.
After beeping five times, Feng Bujue picked up the call: "Any advice, police officer."
¡°Boy, I don¡¯t know who you are or what you want to do,¡± Clapton said, ¡°but you¡¯re in big trouble.¡±
"Hahawhat'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 be interpreted as self-defense or even bravery for justice, but" Clapton said: "After you killed them, you continued to hold hostages. He used this to threaten and trick the police and throw large sums of cash in the bank onto the street, which is no different from robbing a bank."
"Thenplease 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 then follow me back to the station." Clapton saidHe 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, police officer." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's request and replied in a more serious tone.
"Of course you are a criminal! Otherwise, who do you think you are?" Clapton shouted: "Hurry up, open the door and surrender."
"Hmm" Feng Bujue pondered: "Is this your answer Huh interesting, really interesting." He thought for a few seconds and then said: "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, come out from behind the counter,¡± Clapton said into the phone.
"HahaI refuse." Feng Bujue replied.
Clapton had already had enough of the other party. He raised his hand and motioned to several subordinates around him to go in and arrest the person. At the same time, he tried to distract Feng Bujue on the phone: "Haven't you had enough fun? I can't I don¡¯t want to see anyone lose their life today.¡±
?????????Four police officers with live ammunition filed in directly from the main entrance, spread out their positions, and surrounded the counter.
Clapton was holding a phone in one hand and a telescope in the other, observing the situation. When he saw his men approaching the counter, his heart was already in his throat, fearing that Feng Bujue would resist and a gunfight would break out.
Unexpectedly, the next scene was
The four police officers looked behind the counter with incomprehensible expressions. One of them reacted quickly and immediately said into 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: "Haha guess what happened after closing the door just now."
"Quick search, he must still be in that bank! He must be hiding somewhere!" Clapton was not afraid of being overheard by Feng Bujue, and said directly to the intercom.
"Humphare you sure?" Feng Bujue sneered.
Clapton said into the phone receiver again: "I clearly called the counter"
"Use call forwarding." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "I was lying to you when I first said that the dead man's phone was out of battery. His phone had a lot of battery and it's still in my hand."
Clapton was a bit belated at this moment. The other party covered the heads of the hostages, tied their hands and feet, and then said "I have accomplices mixed in". To put it bluntly, it was just to create suspicion and delay time.
Clapton thought in his mind: What he did and said before, one link after another, until that time the door was closed He knew very well that after that, I would be able to learn everything from the hostages. All his lies will be exposed before my eyes. And what I still don¡¯t know is what he did between closing the door and opening the door at the end (To be continued) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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