1. After you kill a certain number of hostages, the police claim that helicopters have arrived, lure you out and kill you.

2. After you kill a certain number of hostages, the police will attack by force.

As for what the police will do, it depends on the amount of intelligence they have. The most critical point is whether they know the number of robbers. It is a pity that you killed the gentleman who communicated with the police. If he was still alive,

You can also ask him how much he revealed to the police about the situation here, but now..."

Feng Bujue sneered: "In addition, I would like to remind you that at any next minute, a 'vigilante' may intervene in this matter, Nightwing, Robin, Huntress, Black Canary

…Wait a minute. With all due respect, as long as one comes, I’m afraid the three of them will be captured alive.”

He took a long breath and looked at the stunned gangster in front of him. He added: "About ten minutes ago, the excessive secretion of adrenaline has put you on the verge of losing control. The escape method you thought of during the hostage-taking stage

, is worse than the plan you thought of during the robbery planning stage." He said in a mocking tone: "Ha... of course. If that can be called a 'plan'." He smiled: "At the same time, you were impulsive and

The act of killing has also put you and your accomplices into a situation with no way out. If you don't want to die or go to jail today, you'd better think of something else immediately, otherwise..." He imitated the sound of a clock,

Teasing each other: "Tick tick tick... time waits for no one, the superheroes will come at any time."

"Who...are you..." After listening to Feng Bujue's analysis, the submachine gun gangster really calmed down a bit and was no longer in a murderous state.

Feng Bujue observed the eyes of the three gangsters respectively, and then, with a sneer on his face, he stood up without any scruples, "This is still a very minor issue. At this moment, the most important thing for you...

…how to escape.”

…………

Five minutes later, the metal roller shutters (electronically controlled, not the kind that can be pulled down manually) behind the bank's row of glass doors began to slowly descend and quickly closed.

From this moment on, the police on the street and the kidnappers in the bank all lost the way to observe each other's movements.

Almost at the same second that the rolling shutter door was completely closed, the phone that the police had just used to communicate with the robber rang.

The bank employee who had been shot and killed first called the police while hiding in the toilet. The call was not interrupted until the police arrived, and his number was directly transferred to another person at the scene.

On the police phone.

"I'm Officer Clapton." Clapton, who was in charge of the scene, answered the phone and said.

"Hello, officer." Feng Bujue's voice came from the phone: "I think you must have noticed that I and the gentleman who just talked to you are not the same person." He paused for a second and answered.

Said: "But this should be good news for you. From now on, I will take over the communication work. You can call me Anonymous."

"How are the hostages doing now? Are they all safe?" Clapton said impatiently: "Listen...the helicopter still needs..."

"Forget the helicopter, officer, it was just a joke." Feng Bujue interrupted: "As for the hostages, they are safe. I can assure you that the rough scene just now was just an accident. I think you and I both

You don’t want to see such a scene happen again, don’t you?” He chuckled twice, which made the other person shudder.

"Listen... if you come out and surrender now..." Clapton replied.

"There are two things I want to say. First, this phone is almost out of battery. Next, please call me on the phone at the bank counter. I don't think I need to tell you the number?" Feng Bu said.

Jue said and hung up the phone.

"Hurry up..." Clapton waved to his colleagues in the surveillance and command vehicle behind him.

All the staff in the back car heard the content of the call. Before Feng Bujue finished speaking, they had already taken action and connected the call in less than a minute.

Clapton listened to the beeps from the microphone for a few seconds, and then Feng Bujue's voice came again: "The second thing..." He got straight to the point: "If my guess is correct, a piece of equipment

A well-trained and well-trained team is now beginning to invade the building where I am. I know that they only need to use tools to remove a few iron railings, and they can easily enter through the windows on the first floor. There are at least five rooms.

It can be used as a breakthrough to enter. Then, they will approach quietly to confirm our number and location. Then, at a time they think is appropriate and they are sure of it, your people will cut off the power from the outside and plunge this place into

It was pitch black. Finally, before we could react, several strong men wearing night vision goggles had disarmed and subdued us."

Clapton covered the microphone with his hand and turned his face. The expression on his face was extremely exciting. "Is there a traitor?" he lowered his voice and asked the person next to him.

Feng Bujue's words continued: "The above situation is something I extremely don't want to see, so I thought of a preventive measure." He paused and narrated in a leisurely tone: "I have already prepared part of the situation.
Chapter completed!