Thriller Paradise

"In this situation, even I am very difficult to get out of it." Feng did not feel sighed: "If you launch the spirit to get out of the way, even if these three guys can't hit me, the police outside will take me. Shoot into a sieve."

The gangster who was in charge of the doorkeeper walked over from the side of the seal. He closed his head and looked back. He found that the elevator door behind him had disappeared and turned into a wall. Obviously, the player's entry into the script is only visible to them, and the player will disappear as soon as they come out. The plot characters are indifferent to these, and there may be nothing in their eyes here.

"Let's see the situation first..." Feng decided not to wait and see the development of the situation, he temporarily put his attention on the game menu.

............

Into the script, now, I have not yet examined the five opponents in this script, just look at it later.

Don't look tight, look scared.

"Is there anything wrong! There are three people in the 20-fight list of combat power?" If you enter the mall once, you will take a look at the rankings. With his memory, naturally The famous personal clubs on the list are all in their minds.

"I remember that this thirty-level one is called "Meng Xing Shen Xuan", is one of the four masters of the "order" of the "drunken dreams of death"... and smoking and drinking hot goods that belong to a level! And this same three The tenth level of [seven kills] seems to be the third character of the dragon brother's society..." Because of the frequent visits to the forum, today's seals have basically been able to call out the nicknames of star players in major studios, "Hey. ... The thirty-two-level guy called [Shiva] is the boss of [The Gods]? His ranking is also in the fifth place! Is it the same as the top four?

In addition to these three names, one of the other two, who was once encountered in the team survival mode, nicknamed [not afraid of it], "this girl is not a fuel-efficient lamp..." The heart is already very uncomfortable. "Wait... Is it... the five people except me. Are all the top 20 people in the battle ranking?"

I didn’t feel instinctively thinking about things in the worst case. Sadly, he was right again...

[Understanding Shen Xuan Xuan], thirty-level, male, order studio, eighth in the combat power ranking.

[Shiva], thirty-two, male, Zhushen studio. The second place in the combat rankings.

[Seven kills], thirty-level, male, blade studio, fifteenth in the combat ranking.

[I am not afraid of it], 30th grade, female, Jianghu studio, the twentieth place of the combat power ranking (anonymous).

[曌影王]. Thirty-level, male, individual professional players, fighting power ranked 19th (anonymous).

The above are the five people who have not been able to deal with it. In terms of level, it is obviously higher than him. In terms of combat effectiveness, he should be more than a regulator.

if we assume. The thriller park has a "player comprehensive strength list", and that can not be ranked very front. And the top five, maybe a few will fall directly out of the top 50.

But the reality is. There is no such list, because the "intellectual" is really impossible to quantify...

Therefore, from the perspective of the onlookers, or from the perspective of any of the other five players, it is considered to be the weakest one in the killing game.

However, being treated as a weak person is also beneficial.

As the saying goes, in the mode of indiscriminate scuffle, the focus of the crowd will naturally be concentrated on the strongest person on the bright side of Shiva; there will inevitably be several to the death of Shen Xuan and the Seven Kills. It is not afraid of it, and it is not afraid of it. It is anonymous in the combat power list. The three big people may not have heard of them. They don’t know each other and they will be despised relatively.

As for the seal... People took a look at the game menu, saw the names of several other opponents, and finally saw a line: "Insane, 28, in survival", a series of reactions in the brain ... don't know, the lowest level, the battle of five slag.

Under such a premise, the "weakest" seal is easy to be ignored or even ignored. Others will not take extra energy to guard against or assassinate him, which is an advantage. .

Of course, not everyone assumes that he is the weakest.

Wu Zhixuan Xuan once heard the name of "Insane", but unfortunately he did not take it seriously and soon forgot.

Seven kills also listened to Dragon proudly introduced this suspected serial killer, and then... he did not remember...

The Shiva and the Shadow King did not have any impression of the nickname of the brother.

Only the sister is not afraid of this guy, and the memory is still fresh... At least in her opinion, it is not easy to deal with it.

............

"Bastard! I let you hide!" The gangster who went looking for a retreat returned to the lobby in a few moments and stunned himself back.

The man should be an employee of the bank. He was wearing a bank uniform and was sweating and horrified.

"What happened?" asked the gangster who took the assault gun while looking around the bank.

"He hid in the toilet and talked to the police with his mobile phone." The pistol gangster replied.

The gangster who loaded the money interjected and asked, "Is there any other way out?"

"There are almost fences outside the window, the window in the toilet is too small, and there are police officers on the streets behind."

"Damn!"

"Give me his mobile phone." The submachine gun gangster said again.

His accomplices had already taken the phone away, and the words were thrown at him.

He took the phone, looked at the screen, and then pressed a speed dial button. After only three seconds, the phone was connected.

"How? Sir, are you okay? Just how to interrupt..." A police officer lowered his voice and quickly said it.

But the submachine gun gangster interrupted him: "No, he has something, there is a very serious matter." He gestured and signaled the accomplices to bring the man over.

The pistol gangsters would like to go and smash the man's foot. The bank employee could only go to the gun and walk toward the bank gate.

"Listen, stink, listen to my conditions." The submachine gun gangster got the phone, so he didn't have to take the risk out of the probe and he hid behind the wall. The police officer at the other end of the phone said: "Give me a helicopter and a pilot, and let all of your people evacuate three blocks away." The voice did not fall, he put down the submachine gun and pulled out the waist. The pistol immediately pulled the trigger.

The bank staff slammed down and the blood spurted on the wall. This scene happened in front of the bank gate and was completely displayed in front of the citizens and journalists behind the police and cordon.

The submachine gun gangster raised his voice and said to the mobile phone and the hostages in the bank lobby: "From now on, until I see the helicopter, every ten minutes, I will kill a hostage. Who wants to play tricks, end with him The same!" After that, he interrupted the call.

"God..." The money-stricken gangster pressed his forehead with one hand and looked at the corpse on the ground. The breath became hurried: "Call...God...God...you killed him, this..." Suddenly I couldn’t help but open the mask and spit on the floor.

There are many women in the hostages. Appropriately saw the plasma spray, because too much fear did not have time to react, and now that one spit, made a chain reaction. Many of the hostages lying on the ground were changed to kneeling postures and spit them out.

"You stupid! Like a girl, it's a waste!" The submachine gun swearing, he immediately picked up the submachine gun. Shouting at the hostage, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Who made you up! Give me a kneel down! Hold your head in your hands!"

"The people inside listen, I am a negotiating expert in the police. I have no weapons on my body. Can I come in and talk to you?" A middle-aged man came to the bank and held a loudspeaker in his hand. There is no police uniform on the body.

嗒嗒嗒

Responding to him was a submachine gun, but the bullet was hit on the ground, and the shooting people just extended their guns and shot without a probe.

"There are eight minutes, I will kill another hostage!" This sentence is the response of the gangster.

After the money gangster spit out, it seemed to feel better. After he got his breath, he said, "Maybe... oh... maybe we should listen to what he wants to say..."

"Shut up! Give me tm to close your stinky mouth!" The submachine gun gangster shouted: "Here is my master!"

"The helicopter won't come." A strange voice sounded.

Because the hostages in the lobby were all scared to speak out, the words that were not heard were clearly passed to everyone in the ears.

"Who is it?" The submachine gun gangster asked: "Which **** is talking?"

"It's him!" The pistol gangster was not aware of it. He heard it very clearly. "It's the kid wearing a purple long suit."

"You, keep the door for me for a while." The submachine gun gangster said a word to the money-stricken gangster, who then squatted and walked toward the door.

After the two alternated, the submachine gun gangster went straight to the side of the seal, "Give me up you bastard!" He grabbed the unconscious hair and squatted, making it from a kneeling position to a squat, "What do you say? ?Say it again."

Feng Fu looked up passively at the other side, looking calm and calm: "I said, the helicopter you want will not come, don't say eight minutes, even 80 minutes, will not come."

"The idiot..." The gangster used a submachine gun to smother the forehead of the seal: "Do you think you are smart? Well? Say! Who are you? Are you a policeman? Ah? Or do you want to play me? hero?"

"I am an insignificant little person. I just want to remind you that the two-lane road at the door, even if it is a non-motorized vehicle road, is not likely to let the helicopter land." The answer is very skillful, he understates I avoided the explanation about my identity and immediately transferred the topic to the part that the other party would be interested in. “Even if the police really transferred the helicopter, it is impossible to stop at the gate. You have to go at least the nearest distance. A crossroads can be boarded. In the process, you must walk out of the bank door and be exposed to the sniper's line of sight." He paused: "You have killed a hostage, given the current status of Gotham City. I believe that the police already have a good reason to kill you on the spot..."

"Oh! God..." The money-stricken gangster heard this remark at the wall near the gate, and immediately slammed his head and cried with extreme fear: "What have we done?"

"Oh! Go shut up!" The assault gangster yelled at the annoying accomplices. Then he looked at the seal and loosened his hair. He said, "Oh... this is what you want to say?"

"I haven't finished yet." Feng Shuai replied: "I told you by the way that the police's next strategy is good. In a few minutes, they will declare that it is very difficult to call the helicopter. Let you stop killing the hostages for the time being. Wait a few more minutes. During this time, they will arrange the tactical squad and arrange the sniper in place." He has clear thinking and fast speaking speed, no matter whether the other party can digest it: "According to your ten Killing a hostage in minutes and waiting for the helicopter to help you get out of the plan is nothing more than two endings:

First, when you kill a certain number of hostages, the police claimed that the helicopter had arrived, and you were lured and killed.

two. When you kill a certain number of hostages, the police take a strong attack.

As for what the police will do, depending on the amount of information they have, the most crucial point is whether they know the number of robbers. It is a pity that you killed the gentleman who passed the police. If he is still alive, you can ask him from the mouth how much he has revealed about the situation here, but now..."

I didn’t know how to sneer: "In addition, I would like to remind you that in any next minute, there may be a 'prostitute police' to intervene in this matter, night wing, robin, huntress, black canary. ...etc. I am blunt, as long as one comes, I am afraid that the three will be caught alive."

He took a long breath and looked at the stunned gangster in front of him. Adding: "About ten minutes ago, the excessive secretion of adrenaline has left you on the verge of out of control. The way you escaped during the hostage hijacking phase is worse than the plan you thought of during the robbery planning phase." He used mockery The tone of the voice: "Oh... Of course. If that can also be called 'plan'." He smiled: "At the same time, your murderous action by impulse also makes you and your accomplices fall into nowhere. If you don't want to die or go to jail today, it's best to think about individual ideas immediately, otherwise..." He imitated the sound of the clock and teased each other: "Hey... time is not waiting, superheroes I will come at any time."

"You...what is it..." The submachine gun gangsters calmed down after listening to the unconscious analysis, no longer the kind of state that killed the red eyes.

Feng Guan observed the eyes of the three gangsters separately. Then he smiled and stood up without hesitation. "This is still a very minor issue. At this moment, the most important thing for you... ...how to escape."

............

Five minutes later, the metal shutter door behind the row of glass doors of the bank (electronic control, not manually pulled down) began to slowly descend and quickly closed.

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

Almost at the same second that the shutter door was completely closed, the phone that the police had just used to talk to the robbers rang.

The bank clerk who had been shot, when he was hiding in the toilet, first called the police. The call was not interrupted until the police arrived, and his number was directly transferred to another police phone on the scene.

"I am a Clapton police officer." Clapton, who was in charge of the on-site command, picked up the phone.

"Hello, police officer." The unspeakable voice came from the microphone: "I think you must have noticed, the gentleman I talked to with you, not the same person." He stopped for a second, picking up Road: "But this should be good news for you. From now on, I will take over the work of communication, you can call me anonymity."

"How is the hostage now? Are they safe?" Clapton couldn't wait to say: "Listen...the helicopter still..."

"Forgot the helicopter, police officer, it was just a joke." Feng Shuai interrupted: "As for the hostages, they are very safe. I can assure you that the rude scene was just an accident, I miss you and me. Don't want to see such a scene happen again? Isn't it?" He smiled softly, which made the other person shudder.

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

"There are two things, I want to talk about it. First of all, this phone is running out of power. Next, please call me at the bank counter. I don't think I need to tell you the number?" When I heard it, I hung up the phone.

"Fast..." Clapton waved at the colleague in the surveillance command car behind him.

The staff in the rear compartment all heard the contents of the call. If they didn't finish the conversation, they had already acted, and they connected the phone in less than a minute.

Clapton listened to the beep in the microphone for a few seconds, and then the unconscious voice came again: "The second thing..." He just came to the door: "If my guess is correct, an equipment A well-trained, well-trained team is now in the process of invading the building I am in. I know that they only need to use tools to remove a few iron railings and can easily come in from the first floor window, at least five rooms. It can be used as a breakthrough for entry. Then they will quietly approach and confirm our number and position. Then, at a time they think is appropriate and sure, your person will cut off the power from the outside and let it fall into here. It was dark. Finally, when we had not reacted, several brawny men wearing night vision goggles had disarmed us and subdued them."

Clapton grabbed the microphone with his hand and turned his face. The expression on his face was so wonderful. "Is there a traitor?" He lowered his voice and said to the person next to him.

If you don’t know it, you will continue: "The above situation is something I don't want to see very much, so I thought about a preventive measure." He paused and said in a leisurely tone: "I have already part of it." The hostages were transferred to the vault and the password for the gate was modified. Depending on the size of the room and their number... um... oxygen can last for about thirty minutes.” (To be continued...)