Chapter 261: Cloak battle (3)

The sweat ran down from Clapton's forehead, and the tension and surprise in his tone was hard to conceal: "What do you want to do?"
"I am helping you to understand the situation, the police officer. I feel slow and replied: "As far as I know, the current police force of Gotham is seriously inadequate. The casualties of the men are unbearable consequences. At this moment, we are fully prepared to enter the building without disturbing us. It is impossible. Therefore, if you insist on using a strong attack strategy, it will inevitably have to pay a painful price.
In addition, I have to explain that the bank's vault is imported, which is very interesting. Once the power is turned off, the internal air will be instantaneously removed. At the same time, the electronic lock on the door will randomly give a string of numbers at the moment of power failure. At that time, the password we set will also be invalidated. Only by contacting the European head office that produces such a gate, through a series of complicated identification procedures, a special decryption program can be obtained, and then the random number can be decoded before it can be re-created. Open this vault.
Unfortunately, the people inside can't wait that long. As long as you turn off the power, even if you immediately return to power, it will be useless, and the air will not flow back. They will suffocate in a minute or so. After three minutes, hypoxia will lead to irreversible brain damage, and after five minutes, you should consider how to explain their cause of death to the media and their families.
Of course, you can pray for such a situation, for example... your person, or a superhero, is strong enough to force us to break into here and subdue us without cutting off the power when we are prepared.
Although I personally are skeptical about this situation, even if it does happen, I have to regret to tell you that the situation will not change.
The birth and death of the hostage is still in our hands. In thirty minutes... Sorry, it is impossible to force open the vault with external force within twenty-five minutes. Without the password we provided, you can only watch the hostages suffocate.

"Okay, okay!" Clapton turned his head and shouted at the person next to him. "Let the tactical team stop acting, stand by!" He sighed. Then he said to the telephone receiver: "Okay, have you heard it? Are you satisfied?"
"Yes, I heard it very clearly." Feng Xiaoxiao said: "A very sensible choice, Clapton police officer." He paused for a second and said: "So... please call again after ten minutes. I will tell you at that time, our request." After that, he hung up.
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The lobby of the bank is still very bright, although the row of glass doors at the gate is blocked by the roller blinds, but the lights on the ceiling are also open during the day, which has no effect.
Standing on the side of the counter, he and Clapton finished talking. Then put down the handset.
The submachine gun gangster has been pointing his gun at the side and he is not so easy to trust the strange stranger in front of him. As long as he says that he will say a half-word on the phone, he will be killed immediately. .
The other two gangsters are a little further away. In the two wings of the lobby, guns were used to monitor dozens of hostages that had been gathered in the center of the lobby.
"I'm right? Just need to it all the time, you can stop their attack." Feng shrug shrugged and said softly.
"Okay. You got ten minutes of safe time, what about it? You still didn't tell me. How can we get out?" The submachine gun gangster asked, his tone was relatively moderate, no longer the kind of evil. Mouth.
"Under the hostage-taking situation and the police confrontation, the most important and most basic task of the kidnappers is to first count the number of hostages." He did not wait for the response, he continued: "According to I have observed that the three have not done this yet, but I have already counted it for you. Apart from the three of you and me, there are a total of twenty-nine people here." He held out his hand and gestured with his palm. Just a moment: "Can you remove the muzzle first from me?"
The gangster stared at the unconscious eyes for a few seconds, his eyes were like a demonstration, and then he slowly removed the muzzle.
Unconsciously walked to the bank manager (a bald middle-aged man with glasses) and poked his back with his fingers. "You are the manager here?"
"Yes...Yes." The manager's answer was a little trembling. A few seconds ago, he kept his head in a squatting position, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out. When he heard the footsteps of the unconscious, he was already nervous. When the unconscious finger touched him, he was even more shocked.
"Don't be nervous, man." Feng did not feel afraid of his shoulder: "I just want to ask, where is the cash bag and the plastic lock used to seal?"
"Oh... in... from the door behind the counter, there are a lot in the storeroom..." The manager thought back as he thought.
"Give me the key and the door card."
After a two-second delay, the bald manager nodded.
Just now, when he talked to the Clapton Sheriff on the phone, he had already observed everyone in the lobby and guessed a lot of information based on the various details of these people. . Therefore, he is very clear who is the bank manager and knows the keys and door cards necessary for entering and leaving the employee's area, right in the guy's trouser pocket.
"What are you doing?" asked the money gangster.
"Of course, it is better to control the situation." Feng did not answer, "Can you bother to take out those things?" He said, handing the keys and the door card to the money-stricken gangster.
"When is the turn to instruct me..." The money-stricken gangsters replied uncomfortably.
The submachine gun gangster interrupted: "Okay, do as he said." He added: "Even if you let him go, you have to follow it?"
The boss spoke up, and the money-stricken gangsters were helpless. He took a look at the seal, took the key, and turned over the counter to the warehouse.
When the gangster left, the submachine gun gangster spoke again and said two words: "now, what?"
Unconsciously, he smiled, his hands suddenly appeared, and a flash of poker flew to the robbers only a few meters away from him.
At this distance, the accuracy of death poker will not be any mistakes, and the flash of the light will split the throat of the target.
The submachine guns didn’t understand when they died. The unarmed man in front of him did not do any throwing action, and his hand suddenly flew out deadly weapons.
"You!" The pistols in the distance saw this scene, but the reaction was not slow.
Pong pong ... gunshots. But I don’t know if I don’t hide, I’m standing still. He also did not launch the "Shield" effect of poker, just raised his arms and protected his face.
The development of the matter is as expected, and the other's shooting method is really bad. In panic, all the bullets in the pistol were finished, but only two hits. The two bullets were blocked by the sound wall of the [Echo Armor]. Although there was a blood hole in the abdomen and thigh, the wound was not serious. The loss of survival is only 24%.
In the heart of the seal, the guns were silent. When the other party finished the bullet, he put his arm down calmly and took out his submachine gun [Miss Moxxi's bad temper] from the bag. He ignored that. The guy who had run out of bullets took the lead in targeting the door that the money-gathers had just entered. He listened to the footsteps of the goods and made a pre-judgment. The trigger was triggered at the moment when it was in the blink of an eye.
"How come back..." This sentence was interrupted by the gunshots of the shackles. The money-loaded gangsters were shot when they stepped out of the door and died on the spot.
"Put the gun down." Feng Shou has killed two people, but his expression is calm. His words are obviously said to the remaining pistol gangster.
"Don't dream! You bastard!" The pistol gangster yelled back, at this time, he had hid to the west side wall of the lobby. A compartment for the atm machine (the atm is embedded in the wall, the front is a space similar to a telephone booth. One meter square, three sides are covered with patterned bullet-proof glass, the glass door can be bolted from inside) I started to change bullets for the pistol.
He didn't know where he was from the weapon, and he didn't know what the boss was killing. He only knows that this murderous guy who doesn't blink is definitely not concerned about the hostages, so the gun in his hand is the last chip. Isn't it a state of being slaughtered?
"I count to ten. If you don't come out and surrender, there will be no chance." Feng Shuh shouted at him.
The pistol's hand was shaking, affecting the efficiency of the bullet, and he was afraid that the other party would immediately rush. Now that he is told that he wants to count dozens of times, he has a wider heart and feels that he has earned some time.
"One, two, three, four..." I didn’t know how many times a second, and the time was very accurate. During the seven seconds between the numbers and seven, he did the following things: he took up the submachine gun and Take out the bag [Endless Grenade], take out a [Mark ii-type grenade (product)] from the grenade, collect the [Endless Grenade], pull the grenade fuze and pick up one arm, aiming at the six seven The uncapped compartment outside the rice...
"Eight..." When I closed the number, I threw the thunder out.
The pistol gangster had already got a bullet and gasped in a big mouth, and said to himself: "Calm, I can do it, the guy is already hurt, as long as I rush out, move faster..."
Hey, hey, hey, hehe...
This is the sound that the grenade was thrown in from above the compartment and bounced twice.
The pistol gangster looked at the grenade at the foot that had been pulled out of the fuse. After a short circuit in the brain, he said the last sentence of the life, a thousand words, which can be summed up in four letters: "Fak ""
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boom! A loud noise.
Even though the closed iron gate is separated, the movement of the explosion is still difficult to cover up.
"What's inside? The first shot is the gun. Now something is exploding. Is this a terrorist attack?" Clapton couldn't wait any longer, four minutes before the appointment, but he still picked up. The phone, and made a gesture to the colleagues in the surveillance car.
Toot - beep - beep -
"The hostages are fine." Feng Jie said, "The time has not yet arrived, police officer, I hate people who don't have the concept of time. For this reason, you have to wait another ten minutes and start recalculating from now on." There is no room for interjecting the other party: "If you come in early, a few minutes in advance, I will kill a few hostages." He finished, hang up the phone rudely.
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In the lobby of the bank, the hostages still did not get up from the ground. Because they did not feel the killing of the three gangsters, they seized two guns from the submachine guns. The hijacking continues...
"Ladies and gentlemen." Feng Shou said as he dragged his legs and came to the back of the counter, and collected the gun that loaded the money. "From now on, I have the final say here." As long as you cooperate with my actions, no one will be hurt.
If all goes well, a few hours later. You will sit at the table and share dinner with your family. If you are lucky, the married men present will be able to reunite the long-lost life tonight. His tone seemed to be a joke with a group of well-known friends, and he couldn't hear the intimidation. "But if anyone refuses to cooperate with me, or even try to hinder me..." He will have a wheeled office chair. Pushed to the outside of the counter, sat up and took the gun: "I fired at all the sights in sight until the ammunition was exhausted. He stopped for a few seconds and scanned the expression on the faces of the hostages. Then said: "Do you understand?"

The hostages could never imagine that three thieves had just died, and there was another madman who was anti-human. No one dares to meet his gaze, and no one dares to answer this question positively. Some hostages have been crying with meditation in God.
"Ok, now, the lady in a beige coat, yes. It's you." Feng did not know: "Please raise your head?"
It was a 30-year-old blonde, and her body and appearance were ordinary. The makeup on his face has been crying. There was some vomiting on the clothes on the chest. After she heard the words, she looked up and looked at her. She said with a smile: "Please... please don't hurt me..."
"Reassured, madam, I don't want to hurt anyone." Feng said: "I noticed that there is a brown handbag on the ground on your left hand side. I think that is your thing?"
The woman turned her head and glanced at the bag, then replied: "Yes... yes... you can take what you want... just... don't hurt me."
"I want to ask, madam, have you brought a cosmetic bag today?"
"What?" She smacked instinctively, but was afraid that the answer would be slow and irritated, so she immediately called: "With...".
"Is there a blindfold in your cosmetic bag?"
"Yes... there."
"So, please go over now, open the bag, find your cosmetic bag, take the scorpion out of it, and give it to me." Feng did not feel a pause, added: "Don't worry, no one urges you, I don't want you to mess things up because of panic."
The woman quickly got the scorpion and handed it over to the seal.
I stopped taking things and smiled and said, "Thank you, please go back to the place and let me see your hand."
After she got back, she turned to find the bald manager and said, "Mr. Manager, please come over."
The bank manager looked around and no one responded. It seemed to refer to him. He had to stand up and walked over.
"Thirty cash bags, sixty plastic locks, please come and help me." Feng Shuo said, also refers to the body of the money gangster; "The key and the door are stuck on him, I think He won't mind if you take it back." He made a gesture of asking, licking his head; "Go."
The body of the money-laden gangster fell down under the door frame behind the counter, and it was a smooth way to go. The bank manager took the courage to pick up the keys and the door card from the guy whose head was beaten into a honeycomb and walked to the storeroom.
"Oh, yes." Feng did not feel a loud reminder: "Don't let me wait too long, otherwise... you know."
"Yes... understand." The bank manager sighed and ran to pick up things.
"Hey, that gentleman wearing a suit, yes, it is you, please give me your lighter, thank you." Feng Jie said to another hostage. Only from the nail of the right hand, he can judge that the man is a smoker. In fact, through observation, he has obtained various information from these twenty-nine people, such as occupation, marital status, living habits, hobbies, etc...
Unconsciously, put the gun in a position that is within reach, use a lighter to slightly roast the roast, and open the wound to take the bullet. If you don't change the color, you will clip the shrapnel together with some of your own minced meat...
Those hostages who looked up and sneaked at him were all stunned. They knew that the player’s pain was weakened, and they all exclaimed in their hearts: This is really a man...
After sealing the two bullets quickly, they did not wrap, and the "bleeding" effect in the status bar stopped on their own. He looked at the survival value, and there is still 68%, and there is no need to rush back.
At this time, the bank manager returned with a bunch of cash bags and plastic locks. He put these things on the ground in front of the seal and asked, "What else is there? Sir?"
The seal used his eyes to indicate what other hostages were: "With the locks, tie their hands behind them, tie their feet together, and put the cash bag over their heads."
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Another ten minutes passed, this time is a full ten minutes. After the police technicians were all ready, Clapton picked up the phone and dialed the number in the bank lobby.
After four sounds, Feng Jie picked up: "This time you are very punctual, police officer."
"How are the hostages in the vault? Are they still alive?" Clapton asked. "What do you want? You can't escape it? I understand... I know that I just killed the hostages." Not you, man, you are a smart person. If you advise your accomplices to come out and surrender with you, I can plead for the judge for you." He said that in the latter part of the sentence, he intentionally pressed the voice very low, like this The deal really has a spectrum.
"Oh... It sounds quite attractive conditions, but... between the time of imprisonment and impunity, I think the latter is obviously more tempting. Anyway, I have the password of the vault and the hostages are saved... Or... Before the death, you couldn’t shoot me, didn’t you? Haha...
He smiled smugly, and this temporary lie was indeed a good amulet.
At the same time, the closed bank door was reopened.
As the rolling door slowly rises, the scene that appears in front of the police is...