Chapter 262

There was a hostage standing in front of the bank gate. His hands and feet were bound by tiny but tight plastic locks, and he had a cash bag on his head.

The bank's glass door is automatically opened and closed horizontally. As long as someone approaches the door, the sensor will be triggered. Therefore, the hostage's presence keeps the glass door open all the time.

Looking into the bank lobby from the street, the police can no longer see the other hostages. The only one in sight is the door.

On the floor lay two bodies, one dead at the gate, the hostage shot by the former submachinegun bandit, and the other, unknown, lying by the counter. The police don't know if the extra body is a hostage, let alone how he died. Anyway, the preliminary judgment is It must have something to do with the gunshots and explosions just now.

As for the bodies of the money bandits, as well as the area where the pistol bandits were killed, they can't be seen outside.

"I think you should have a telescope at hand, officer." Seal not to feel at this time again way.

Clapton had no idea what the robber was up to. He just replied, "yes."

"Take it up and look over the counter." Said Feng unconsciously.

Clapton didn't put the phone down. He gestured to the police officer next to him to hand him a telescope.

From his standing position, I can just observe the whole counter, but Feng can't feel that he has already hidden into the inside of the counter at this time. Naturally, the phone on the counter has also been taken to the bottom by him, "can you see me?" He raised an arm, raised his right hand palm above the counter table, and waved a few times to the left and right.

"Yes, what do you want to do next? Do you mean it to me? " Clapton replied.

"Ha ha I can only show you my hand, officer. " Feng chuckled: "now that the glass door is open, it means that your sniper can shoot in the bullets. Although I have the code of the vault as the chips, I have my head exposed in the rifle's sight glass. It's a risk I'm extremely reluctant to take. "

"Well, what do you want? It's nearly twenty minutes since you put the hostages in the vault. You haven't told me... "

"I want to give you a present, officer." I interrupted Clapton.

The officer froze for a moment. "You mean You're going to release the hostage at the door, aren't you? Ok... Then I'll send my people to pick it up right away... "

"If your people dare to get closer, I'll kill this guy at the door." Said Feng unconsciously.

"Then what are you doing?"

"I made him stand there just to keep the glass door open." Feng unconsciously smiled and said, "in this way, I can give you the gift." As he spoke, a rather large square object rose slowly from the counter.

Clapton, looking through the telescope, couldn't believe what he saw.

"Here. It's a cubic foot, tied up with paper tape, and it's worth twenty dollars. " I don't realize that it's natural that he didn't lift the object with his hands at this time. He used the anti gravity catapult's floating function.

"What are you going to do..." Clapton had a bad feeling.

"I want to In this way... " Feng didn't realize that he aimed at the right angle and fired the "cash shell".

The money flew over the head of the hostage at the gate and out of the bank at an oblique angle. As we flew through the air, hundreds of banknotes had drifted out, attracting the attention of every policeman, journalist and citizen on the street.

The money bomb made a charming arc in the air and finally hit the outer wall of the building across the street. At a height of about three or four floors

At this time, just a breeze came, money It's all over the street.

Five seconds, ten seconds

People didn't take too long to react when the cordon was behind the crowd. When there are so many people who take the lead in reaching out for money, the situation is out of control.

Soon, it was only the area at the bank's front door, which was surrounded by police cars, that was not affected. In the surrounding area of tens of meters, hundreds of citizens and journalists broke through the cordon. Even the police, who were supposed to stop them, quietly stooped.

"Hahahaha..." On the other end of the phone came a wild laugh: "the running dog of capitalism! Have a taste of sugar coated cannonball! "

"Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing! " Clapton couldn't bear it. He shouted angrily, "you're not a robber! It's terrorists! Who are you? What organization does it belong to? "

"Ha ha I'm bill gates! Great warrior! " "I've brought you Andrew Jackson, the seventh president of the United States. His portrait is printed on a $20 note) best regards! " As he spoke, he sucked up a second "cash cannon" and shot it out quickly.

After the second money bomb exploded, the street was completely in chaos. After all Police are also people. The police in Gotham City are high-pressure and high-risk occupations. Who can guarantee against temptation? Not long ago, even in the area of the front door of the bank, many civilians sneaked in. Some of them stooped to search the ground, some of them grabbed the ground with their hands dancing in the air, and many of them had been praised in their arms.

In addition, because the bills are very new, they can float in the air for a long time. It's as if someone fired a colored gun into the sky. The sky is full of colorful paper, and the ground is full of revelry crowd, which makes all the snipers in place useless.

"Don't worry about the money! Stick to your post! " Clapton picked up his trumpet and shouted, "look at the door of the bank! Don't let up. "

No matter whether we admit it or not, most people in the world are like this: people pick up money, and they pick up money; people cross the road, and they cross the road; people spit everywhere, and they spit everywhere; finally people go to Yasukuni shrine to set fire, and he thinks about it, and smash a Japanese car in the street.

However, there are a few people in the world. They are another kind of people. Maybe in normal times, they will cross the road or spit, but at the critical moment, they can firmly hold the bottom line.

At the moment, more than half of the police at the bank's gate are still on their posts. They are highly concentrated and do their best to maintain order, depending on the sky and the rain. And keep an eye on what's going on inside the bank's doors. These people are very clear about what should be done. If they all rush to rob the stolen money and let the robbers in the bank rush out, the consequences will be even more unimaginable.

"Like my gift? Mr. police officer. " The voice from the earpiece came again: "it's not finished..." He said, and fired a third pile of money, after this he said: "warm up almost, let's play a guessing game." He paused. "Now, I will release some hostages. And among these hostages, my accomplices

"Is this guy mentally ill? How dare you tell me this? " Clapton thought to himself, "isn't it Is he trying to sell out his accomplice? "

"At present, the situation in the street is very chaotic. It's impossible for snipers to shoot at the area in front of the door, and police cars can't drive out. So, as long as you relax a little bit, my friends will sneak into the crowd and run away. " Feng didn't realize that he was still guiding the three robbers. At this time, he began to guide the police again.

Clapton is not stupid either. There are two possibilities for the other side to say these words. Either this "anonymous" wants to harm his accomplice. Or he's setting up some kind of scam. There's no third possibility. He must be dead

"Are the tactical teams on the street behind the bank still in place?" Clapton asked quietly to the people next to him.

"Yes. I've been watching for no change. The iron bars in the windows are in good condition. I don't see any activity in the room. " One of the officers came back.

"Are you sure there are no other exits for this building? Like ventilation ducts. Or sewer or something? " Asked Clapton again.

"There's a vent on the roof that's been watched by snipers. No one has climbed out of there yet. In addition. Even if the robbers do get on the roof, there is no way down there. "

Clapton smelled the words and looked up. The roof of the building was seven or eight meters above the ground. He would not die or be disabled if he jumped down. The two nearby buildings are three or four meters away from the rooftop. Besides, there are guardrails. The possibility of jumping to the top of other buildings after the run-up can also be ruled out.

"Hum I'd like to see how you are going to run... " Clapton said.

"All right, officer, the hostages are coming out. Get ready." Feng didn't feel at the other end of the phone and said, "when you know my partner, call me again." Then he hung up again.

At this time, only from the side of the counter, a few figures came out. They were also wearing cash bags on their heads, and their hands and feet were tied together.

"When the hostages come out, take the bags off their heads, but don't untie them. Take them all to the side for a while." Clapton's thinking is still relatively clear. He has started to arrange countermeasures against the police officers around him. "Listen, be careful of everyone, they just seem to be tied up Do you understand? Maybe someone will suddenly pull out his gun and shoot at you. "

On the other side, Feng unconsciously, like commanding traffic, hid under the counter and said, "yes, guys, that's the direction, just like I told you earlier, jump forward eight steps, then turn left 90 degrees, yes, line up, one by one, hear the people in front of you jump out a few meters, and then catch up, you will fall in a hurry."

Under the imperceptible command, the hostages jumped to the door one by one orderly.

"Hey! Winston, you can go out, too. " Feng then shouted at the hostage who was pestering at the door.

Mr. Winston's position and direction were adjusted before he opened the door. He also said hello. As long as Winston dared to move forward half a step, he would shoot. Winston could not jump forward until he had shouted that.

At the moment, Winston who heard the order was granted amnesty. The few minutes standing at the door were like years for him. Finally, he was able to get out of trouble and cry with joy.

But when he jumped out of the bank, it wasn't blankets, ambulances and concerned greetings, it was

"Sir, please come this way." A police officer opened Winston's cash bag on his head, but he didn't untie the lock on his hands and feet, just dragged it