Chapter 103: 3. The game starts [2/100]

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The sound of shoes hitting the floor rang in a messy ground. This sound was not conspicuous in the screams and crying of everyone in the hall, but soon, with the sound of gunshots like popping beans, a broken gong The roar of the throat also sounded.
"Shut me up with TM's back! Whoever TM screams will kill someone!"
Bullets flying all over the head of everyone, under the ultimate threat of death, soon everyone closed their mouths.
Those were two guys with simple clown masks, pale skin, bright red noses and mouths, and exaggerated expressions. This clown mask seemed so awesome under the deterrent from the explosion that had just reimbursed more than 20 people at once People are terrified.
Exaggerated black humor, sometimes, the smile is more terrible than the knife.
"Hey, hold this thing!"
The tall guy squatted down, opened the pull ring with his hand, and inserted the grenade in his hand into the security guard's hand with the injured leg. This is a secured grenade. After pulling the pull ring, if the safety spring does not Jumping out will not detonate, but in this case, you must hold the grenade firmly with both hands. As long as you let go, the grenade filled with fragments is enough to destroy all existence within 20 meters.
This guy in a dirty purple suit put a dozen grenade into the hands of other people lying on the ground, and then the guy with black gloves announced in a hoarse and weird voice,
"Tighten your life and my life, don't make any bad moves. You and I don't want anyone to be injured, do we?"
In the bank hall full of black scorch marks and unpleasant smells, he opened his hands, holding a gun in one hand and spreading it in the other, like a real lunatic.
In the process, one of his associates rushed into the gate leading to the vault with a weird instrument, and then there were several gunshots, while the other guy carried the gun and wandered around the hall to watch, in his hand 'S muzzle does not leave the crowd at all.
But as he walked to the office that was already blown up, in the ruins behind him, an unusually bad arm burned by flames and explosions stretched out hard, and there was a black gun at the end of the arm mouth.
"Bang"
Two shots were fired, and the guy with the clown mask was shot in the back. One shot directly hit the back of the head, damaging the motor nerves. He didn’t even have a chance to shoot, so he fell down like that, but the next moment, that dress The robber in the purple coat responded quickly and fired several shots at the pile of rubble. The struggling Mr. Hofs was hit, and his screaming sounded, representing the disappearance of the threat.
The others screamed again during the shootout. This action seemed to anger the purple bastard. He reached out and fired a few shots towards the sky, then took a grenade out of his pocket, in front of everyone’s He pulled the tab off his face and held it in his hand.
His hoarse voice sounded again, which contained a sense of helplessness,
"This year, I really have to do everything myself, listen to me! As long as I see anyone move, and hear any sound, I immediately let go... Hey, you guys look at me !"
This guy pointed at his body with a pistol in his hand, and then said creepy words,
"Do you think that people like me are afraid of death?"
The face under the mask looked at the deterrent scenes around him with satisfaction, he said meaningfully,
"Your lives are very valuable, and I won't move your penny, so we are not enemies... so don't try to be heroes! OK?"
No one answered, and he didn’t need anyone to answer. In the waiting few minutes, Mr. Hoffs groaned painfully and made everyone’s heart speak to their throats. They prayed that God might or might not exist. Finally, in their difficult waiting, the neuropathic associate in the purple suit came out.
He dragged a dozen large bags full of beautiful knives with difficulty, and then made three trips back and forth, piled up with blue bags and money in the devastated hall.
But this should be a full harvest moment. Although there was a little trouble, they finally succeeded. This should be the moment when the robbers cheered and celebrated. However, the atmosphere between the two associates was somewhat inexplicable. stagnate.
The guy with money from the vault turned his gun on him when the robber in the purple suit turned around,
"I guess, the instructions you got were also after everything was over, just kill me, right?"
The short guy seemed excited, waving his pistol,
"Damn it! We got that planner together, we said we would get rich together! But when I first entered, Fuller wanted to kill me! Kanter they must have been killed by our companions! The clown who knew that must have left a hand! Say, what is your instruction?"
The guy in the purple suit turned slowly. He looked at the muzzle in front of him, and he seemed to be a little dazed. He couldn't help but change the grenade in his hand to the other hand, put the pistol in his pocket, and then pull Opening his sleeves, he showed the colorful children's watch on his arm. He looked at the time, then turned his head, and under the clown's mask, he saw what he wanted to see.
"No! What are you talking about? My partner, my command is to kill the school bus driver..."
Talking, he took two steps back, facing the muzzle, he raised his hands,
"Hi, man, I never thought of who to kill...really! Never!"
And his companion was confused because of his words, he couldn’t help but ask,
"School bus driver? What school bus driver?"
The guy in the purple suit stretched out his finger and pointed to his back,
"Look, that's the one!"
"boom"
At the moment when the chaotic guy turned around, a yellow school bus with a full-horse-powered reversal rammed into the bank’s hollow glass door, and shattered pieces of glass flying across the sky were colorful Yes, the rainbow-like halo, the unlucky guy was hit by the school bus, and the whole person flew out towards the rear.
Unexpectedly, he fell in the middle of the hall, leaving only the robber in the purple suit. He turned around and looked at the unlucky egg with his head tilted. The broken glass plunged into his heart, plus He was not saved by the impact just now.
"Click"
The rear door of the school bus was covered with dust and the car was somewhat twisted. The same guy with a clown mask jumped down. Without a word, he threw a bag full of banknotes on the ground into the school bus. It took 2 minutes. Time, after moving everything, he asked in doubt,
"What about the rest?"
He was greeted by two bullets flying towards his body. When the school bus driver, the last mate fell to the ground, the guy in the purple suit even blew a whistle, and seemed very satisfied and very comfortable.
In the gaze of bystanders in all the halls, the robbery gang with at least six people was the only one wearing the purple suit. They lay on the ground and witnessed a real high IQ crime.
But instead of leaving immediately, he looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and then took a childish pace, and walked into the ruins of the originally shattered office. He reached for a few bricks. He lifted it up and threw it aside, revealing the miserable Mr. Hoffs and Sergey who had been unconscious.
The only two people who survived the first explosion.
He bent down and patted Mr. Hoffs's cheek on the verge of coma with a cold gun, waking him up, and then without saying a word, put his hand in his hand, Huffs knew it What is it, so even if he was shot in the body, he still struggled to control the grenades that were about to detonate, and did not dare to relax.
Then, he heard the strange guy in front of him say in a lazy and ridiculous voice,
"The police have 5 minutes to get there, and the gangster guys have about 3 minutes. The school bus of the Central School will pass the bank entrance after 2 minutes, so let's make a long story short, sir."
"Cough...you don't even know...you don't know whose money you grab!"
Hofs looked weakly at this strange, clown-masked guy in front of him. He also saw several other corpses with clown-masks. He grinned hard.
"You think you are smart, huh? You killed them, and the people who hired you will do the same to you!"
"Hey, buddy, sober!"
The clown crouching in front of him patted his face and said in a playful tone, "No one hired me, I just think, doing this...very, very cool! Isn't it?"
This sentence angered Huffs, who shouted with his last energy,
"What the are you! This city, Gotham, the criminals here used to have their own beliefs, Falconi is to win the glory that can't be obtained in the society, and others in order to gain respect, you rob Your money is only an appearance, only idiots will care about these things..."
He squeezed the grenade with both hands, breathing hard, his chest undulating like a broken bellows, he screamed and smiled, like a dead man, and like a wise man who saw through everything,
"Look at you! You madman in strange clothes, you killed dozens of people for money...what do you believe? what are you for? Tell me! tell me!!!"
"But you didn't call it the last person in a strange costume!"
This guy reached out and took off his mask. Hoffs' eyes widened at this moment. He saw the face, which was covered with white paint, with large black circles on his eyes, and bright red paint. Lips were painted, and it looked like a real clown.
But the wounds on the sides of his cheeks are not fake, this guy... this guy's mouth was cut open by someone... In connection with his current mental state, Mr. Hoffs had a strange guess in his heart, this Guess eventually defeated his will.
"You...you crazy..."
"No, don’t look at me like this, I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not a madman... Look, I’m similar to Batman, don’t you? People’s bad opinions are so bad, you call him a hero, but call me Madman...I am very dissatisfied!"
He pursed his lips and revealed in his eyes the undisguised madness and joy after committing the crime,
"Listen to me, what am I doing? Very simple, I just... want to do this! So I did it! This is an invitation letter, do you know? Invite those who are interested in me to join me play games…"
He grinned, took a playing card from the lining pocket of the dirty purple suit and placed it in front of Hofs’ eyes.
"As for what I believe..."
He put on the clown mask again, took another grenade out of his pocket, and in front of Hofs, wrapped a thread around the pin of that grenades, then put it in Hofs’ pocket, and finally , Like an old friend waving goodbye, he waved at Huffs,
"My dear, I believe that anything that will not kill you will make you more... strange"
"Goodbye, I hope you can survive, and then spread the story of the clown into the distance... Oh, no, no, don't say it, after all, as a villain, you shouldn't be too famous, will you?"
The school bus started slowly. At the moment when it left the bank, it was the moment when the four school buses of the Central School passed the entrance of the bank. It trailed behind the school bus and left the street in a stately manner.
And Hoffs lying on the ground could only watch the rope with the pin in his arms stretched closer and closer, and finally,
"Click"
The bolt was pulled away, and Huffs’ face was so stiff at this moment that he was ready to face death, but after a few seconds, only a sick gas came out of his pocket, Hoffs Sighed with relief.
"Damn...it's a simulation toy..."
While others saw this scene, they saw the green gas rising from the sky, and they also saw that Hoffs had tossed the grenade in his hand hard, and the stench of the gas was also raised.
It's a toy!
"Ah, hell, it scared me!"
A fat man lying on the edge of the hall panted and breathed a sigh of relief. He was frightened just now, but he now seems to have completely recovered his reason and courage. He looked at the "toy" grenade in his hand with contempt, his face exposed With a hint of sarcasm, he threw the thing fiercely out of the window,
"He thought it would scare us with this thing?"
Others were relieved to see this scene, but when they saw that they had released their grenade, Huffs shouted hard,
"no, do not want!"
"Boom!"
The two groups of flames exploded again in the bank hall, drawing everything around them. Hoffs felt a heavy object hit his head. He was black before he lost consciousness.