Chapter 261

Sweat ran down Clapton's forehead, and the tension and surprise in his voice could hardly hide: "what do you want to do?"

"I'm helping you understand the situation, officer. "As far as I know, Gotham's police force is seriously insufficient at present, and the casualties of his subordinates are unbearable consequences for you. At this moment, we are fully prepared to enter the building without disturbing us, which is impossible. Therefore, if you insist on using the strategy of strong attack, you must pay a heavy price.

In addition, I have to explain that the bank's vault is imported, which is very interesting in design. Once the power is cut off, the air inside the door will be removed instantly. At the same time, the electronic lock on the door will give a series of numbers at random at the moment of power cut. At that time, the password we set will also become invalid. Only by contacting the European head office that produces the gate, through a series of complicated identification procedures, obtaining a special decryption program, and then decoding the random number, can we reopen the vault.

Unfortunately, the people inside can't wait that long. As long as you cut off the power supply, it's useless to restore the power immediately. The air will not flow back in. In about one minute, they will suffocate. In three minutes, hypoxia will lead to irreversible brain damage. In five minutes, you should consider how to explain their cause of death to the media and their families.

Of course, you can pray for a situation like Your people, or some superhero, are powerful enough to break in and subdue us without cutting off the power while we are on guard.

Although I am personally skeptical of this situation, even if it does happen, I am sorry to tell you that the situation will not change.

The hostage's life and death are still in our hands. In thirty minutes I'm sorry, it's impossible to open the vault by force within 25 minutes. Without the password we provided, you can only watch the hostages suffocate. "

"Yes, yes!" Clapton turned around and shouted to the people next to him, "stop the tactical team and stand by!" He sighed. Then he said to the receiver, "OK, you hear me, right? Are you satisfied! "

"Yes, I can hear you very well." "Very wise choice, officer Clapton," Feng chuckled He paused for a second and said, "well Please call me back in ten minutes. Then I will tell you what we want. " After that, he hung up.

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The bank lobby is still very bright. Although the row of glass doors at the gate are blocked by rolling curtains, the light on the ceiling is also open in the daytime, which has no effect.

Standing by the counter, he and Clapton finished talking. He put down the receiver.

The submachine gun bandit has been pointing his gun to Feng unconsciously. Of course, he will not trust the strange stranger in front of him so easily. As long as Feng does not feel like saying a word similar to a secret signal on the phone, he will be killed immediately.

The other two bandits are a little further away. On both sides of the lobby, gunmen monitored dozens of hostages who had been gathered in the center of the lobby.

"Am I right? It's just a bit of bullshit to stop their attack. " Feng unconsciously shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.

"All right. You've got ten minutes of safety, so what? You still didn't tell me. How do we get out? " The submachinegun bandit asked, and his tone was now relatively relaxed, not that vicious tone.

"In the situation of confrontation between hostage taking and police, the most important and basic task of the kidnapper is to count the number of hostages first." Feng didn't realize that he had not waited for the other party's response, so he went on: "according to my observation, the three have not yet done this, but I have counted for you. Apart from the three of you and me, there are 29 people here." He held out a hand and gestured with his palm: "can you move the muzzle away from me first?"

The bandit stared into Feng's eyes for a few seconds, which seemed to be a demonstration, and then slowly moved the muzzle away.

Feng walked slowly to the bank manager (a bald middle-aged man wearing glasses) and stabbed him in the back with his fingers. "Are you the manager here?"

"Yes Yes. " The manager's answer was a little shaky. A few seconds ago, he was holding his head and lying on the ground. When he heard the footsteps approaching, he was already nervous. When Feng's fingers touched him, he was even more frightened.

"Take it easy, man." "I just want to ask, where is the cash bag and the plastic lock used to seal it?"

"Oh In... Go in through the door behind the counter. There are many in the warehouse... " The manager thought and said.

"Give me the key and the door card." If you don't feel it, you can say it again.

The bald manager nodded after two seconds.

Chueh Ge just talked to Sheriff Clapton on the other side of the phone, and at the same time, he had observed everyone in the hall, and inferred a lot of information based on the various details of these people. So, he knows who the bank manager is, and he knows the key and door card needed to get in and out of the employee area, which is in this guy's pants pocket.

"What are you going to do?" Asked the money robber.

"Better control of the situation, of course." Can you please take those things out He said, and handed the key and the door card to the money robber.

"When is it my turn to come and instruct me..." The loaded money bandit replied unhappily.

The submachinegun bandit interrupted, "OK, do what he says." He added, "even if you let him take it, you have to follow, don't you?"

The boss said something, and the money loaded bandit was helpless. He glared at the seal, took the key, turned over the counter and walked to the warehouse.

When the gangster left, the submachinegun gangster opened his mouth again and said two words: "nobsp; Feng didn't realize his face was smiling. Suddenly, a flash of gold appeared in his hand, and a flash of poker flew to the robber who was only a few meters away from him.

At this distance, there will be no mistake in the accuracy of death poker. In a flash of fast light, the throat of the target will be cut.

The gunman didn't understand until he died. In front of him, the unarmed man did not do any throwing movements. How could he suddenly fly out of his hands a deadly weapon.

"You!" In the distance, the pistol bandits saw this scene, but they did not slow down. They raised their guns and shot.

Bang Bang Bang There was a barrage of gunfire. Seal not to feel but not to hide not to flash, standing in place. He did not launch the "shield" effect of poker, but raised his arms to protect his face.

The development of the incident is the same as that of the unexpected. The shooting skill of the other side is really bad. In panic, he shot all the bullets in the pistol, but only two hits. The two bullets were blocked by the sound wall of echo armor. Although there was a blood hole in the sealed abdomen and thigh, the wound was not serious. The loss of survival is only 24%.

Feng didn't realize that he was counting the shots. When the other party finished shooting a shuttle of bullets, he calmly put down his arm and took out his submachine gun [miss MOXXI's bad temper], ignoring the guy who had run out of bullets, he took the lead to aim at the door where the money robber had just entered. He listened to the footsteps of the goods coming back to predict. He pulled the trigger at the right moment.

"How can I get back..." This sentence was interrupted by the shooting of dada, and the money loading bandit was shot in the face as soon as he stepped out of the door and was killed on the spot.

"Put the gun down." Feng didn't realize he had killed two people in a row, but he was calm as usual. He said this to the rest of the pistol bandit.

"Stop dreaming! You bastard! " The pistol robber roared back. At this time, he had hidden by the west wall of the lobby. A compartment for ATM machines (embedded in the wall, with a front like a telephone booth). One meter square, surrounded by bullet proof glass with printed patterns on three sides, the glass door can be bolted from the inside), and began to change bullets for pistols.

He didn't know where Feng took out the weapon or what killed the boss. He only knew that the guy who killed people without blinking would not care about the life and death of the hostages. So the gun in his hand is the final chip. Is it not a state of being slaughtered to put it down?

"When I count to ten, you won't have a chance if you don't come out and surrender." "I can't help shouting at him.

The pistol bandit's hand was shaking, which affected the efficiency of loading the bullet. He was afraid that the other side would rush over at once. Now I can't help but tell him that he wants dozens of times. Instead, he feels a little bit relieved and feels that he has made some time.

"One, two, three, four..." He did the following things in seven seconds: he collected the submachine gun, took out the endless grenade box from the luggage, took out a Mark II grenade (product) from the grenade box, collected the endless grenade box, opened the fuse of the grenade and took an arm to aim at the unsealed one six or seven meters away Top compartment

"Eight......" When Feng could not feel the number, he threw out the grenade.

The pistol bandit had already loaded the bullet, gasped for breath, and said to himself: "calm down, I can do it, that guy has been injured, as long as I rush out, move faster..."

Dong, Dong, PA, Gulu

This is the sound of a grenade being thrown from above the compartment, bouncing twice before landing.

The pistol bandit looked at the grenade that had been Fuzed out at his feet. After a second of brain shorting, he said the last sentence of his life, thousands of words, which can be summed up in four letters: "Falk"

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Bang! A loud noise.

Even though separated by the closed iron door, the movement of the explosion is difficult to cover up.

"What's going on inside? First there was a gunshot and now something exploded. Is this a terrorist attack? " Clapton couldn't wait any longer, four minutes before the appointment, but he picked up the phone and gestured to his colleagues in the monitoring car.

"The hostages are OK." "But it's not time, officer. I hate people who don't have a sense of time, so you have to wait another ten minutes and recalculate from now on." "If you call in ahead of time, a few minutes ahead of time, I will kill several hostages," he said He's finished rough