Thriller Paradise

A few minutes ago...

As the roller shutters slowly descended, the seal stood up from behind the counter. At this time, he has set up the call transfer, as long as Clapton outside the door calls the landline on the bank counter again, it will be transferred to the phone in his hand. Of course, the ringing method of the mobile phone has been tuned to vibration, and he also confirmed that this number is not bound to the ring tones.

It is natural to see the time in the lobby of the bank. I can't help but glance at the electronic clock on the wall and read: "If you ask about the general situation from the hostages, at least spend seven or eight minutes..." The key and the door card (has come back from the manager), passed through the door behind the counter, came to the monitoring room, and turned off all the monitoring probes.

Just now, all the hostages were put on the head, but within a few minutes of the police’s call, they took time to go around the bank and circled the building structure. He knew very well that there were only three ways to go out, the first, the main entrance; the second, the air duct; the third, the window of the office of the four or five offices facing the street.

It’s not clear that the police force deployed outside, he can only rely on speculation.

First of all, there must be someone outside the main entrance. Even if the impact of cash cannonball is still there, he will not be able to go out in a grandiose way.

Secondly, the windows facing the street are also stared at. Even if the police force there is not much at the front door, but to escape, he must first use the pipe wrench to destroy the guardrail outside the window. Time, or invisibility, it is difficult to escape from there.

Finally, the way to the ventilation ducts is left.

I don’t know if I will have any luck. He believes that with his own character and the intelligence of the police in Gotham City, there will definitely be people watching it outside the exit of the ventilation duct. After I climbed out, I encountered two situations: the first one, caught by the police who had already been ambushed around; the second. Fall into the sight of one or several snipers in the distance.

"After asking about it, Clapton will know that there is only me in the bank and there are no other hostages. At this time he will either send someone to attack without saying hello. Or just talk to me and let me go out and surrender." Unexpectedly, the development of the situation was deduced in the heart: "If you use the death of the poker team, you can use the death poker to cooperate with the police. I can escape with the police officers who rushed in and escape from the window they entered.

However... in the face of just one person, the probability that he chooses to negotiate with me is obviously greater. There is no reason for the subordinates to take unnecessary risks and further expand the material losses. If after communication. I said that I will be recalcitrant, and then he will not order a strong attack. At that time, he could also use the call to stabilize me and give the subordinates close manufacturing conditions. ”

"So, as long as I keep talking, the first batch of police officers who enter here will certainly take most of their attention behind the counter." Feng said: "This makes it easier for me to take them. Introducing a trap..."

He returned to the lobby and took off the mask of the submachine gun. Then turn over and jump into the inside of the counter and put the better mask on the handle. On the head of the money-stricken gangster whose face was smashed, he dragged the body of the gangster and threw it into the surveillance room.

The monitoring room has two facilities that are necessary to escape. The first is the entrance to the ventilation duct. This stuff is not surprising in almost every room except the vault; but the second. Only in the counter and in the monitoring room is the switch of the metal roller blind on the bank door.

After sealing the body to an office chair in the monitoring room, he began to arrange traps...

He pushed the chair to a corner. Let the back face the door. Then took out the second grenade from the [Endless Grenade], tied a metal wire at the ring (found in the storeroom), and then stuffed the grenade into the rotten face of the dead body...

In fact, he can completely fix the explosives elsewhere, but... he just wants to let the metal wire extend out of the eye socket of the mask, which may be a unique sense of humor.

Thus, a metal wire hung on the grenade pull ring, starting from the face of the corpse, all the way down, through the torso, passing between the legs, and finally fixed on the shaft below the chair.

This is a good office chair, the backrest is quite high, and it is adjustable. The rotating shaft under the seat plate is also working normally. It can be rotated left and right without much effort, and the wheels on the chassis are not stuck.

It is quite certain that the seal will be fixed. As soon as someone turns or pulls the chair slightly from the back, after four seconds, there will be several more bodies in the place of more than ten square meters.

After he had done this, he walked to the wall and jumped on the top of a locker with his hands on it, and the entrance to the ventilation duct was there. He took off the baffle and looked inside. He found that the pipe was quite spacious. With his own body, he could lie inside and turn around.

At this point, the phone on the counter rang, and after two seconds, the cell phone in the pocket rang, and he smiled: "It’s just right..." He jumped back to the ground and removed the Bluetooth on his phone. Pressed the answer button, "What advice, police officer." He said as he carefully placed the body of the phone into the jacket pocket of the body.

Unclearly walked to the console and talked to Clapton a few words, and then opened the bank door.

"Raise your hand and come out from behind the counter." Clapton muttered on the phone.

"Oh... I refused." I didn't feel like wearing Bluetooth. The action was unaffected. He jumped into the locker, stepped in and plunged into the ventilation duct.

"You haven't played enough yet? I don't want to see someone killing today." Clapton said again, and several police officers rushed into the bank. As expected, they surrounded the lobby. Counter.

Unexpectedly, it was leisurely to pick up the baffle from the top of the locker, put it back, slowly moved back, and deliberately talked to Clapton about the transfer of the call.

Clapton thought about it for a dozen seconds, suddenly turned his head, ran to the hostages, found a bald head from the crowd, and hurriedly said: "Hey! Where can I control those metal doors?"

The bank manager yelled at you and replied: "At the counter... behind."

"Where is there a switch?" Clapton said again.

“Hey...in...in the monitoring room.” The bank manager replied: “From the back of the counter, the door is filled with the staff area, the back corridor leads to the warehouse, the staff toilet and...”

Didn't wait for him to play. Clapton shouted at the intercom on his shoulder; "Have you heard it?"

"Yes, sir, we are going in." A police officer replied, and he exchanged glances with the other three colleagues who rushed in, approaching the door.

When the door lock was found to require a key card to open, the officer decisively fired a shot at the door lock and slammed into the door. They are also very adaptable, leaving one person to stay in the lobby, and the other three are sheltering each other.

"No matter what tricks you are doing, it's already over." Clapton picked up the phone again. I don’t know what to say to the seal: "I know that you are in the monitoring room. I advise you to put down your arms and hold your head and find a place to stand up, lest my people give you a slap."

"Oh... what do you think, it is your business, I can tell you clearly that I am no longer in that building." Feng Xiaoxiao said: "I think if your reasoning ability is OK, you should I realized that during the last time I closed the door and opened the door, I had already gone out of the ventilation duct."

"Oh... is it? You liar, can you explain, how did you get out of the roof that didn't even have a fire staircase? Before that. How did you drill from the bottom of my sniper's eye? Out of the vents? Ah?" Clapton sneered.

Unexpectedly, these two words were put out, and the heart sneaked. He replied: "Of course I have my way. You can ask the hostage how I killed the robber with a submachine gun. After the question, You may understand." He smiled and said, "Okay. End this boring game, police officer. I know that some of our conversations should be recorded. Then, please write down these six words. The super criminals from the outside world will soon bring a big gift to Gotham City. The multi-million dollar money rain is just the beginning." After that, the end of the call was closed and the Bluetooth was broken with a pipe wrench. It is.

Usually, the distance between Bluetooth and mobile phone is within ten meters. If there is a barrier, it may be less than ten meters. Therefore, it does not climb far away. Anyway, his position is basically impossible to be exploded. Spread to it.

The three police officers came to the monitoring room and took a little time, because there are some other rooms along the way, they have to quickly confirm the situation behind the doors to continue.

The doors of the monitoring room were not locked, and the police officers pushed the door and gaze at the same place.

In the corner farthest from the doorway, there was a backrest that was transferred to a very high office chair. The chair was seated on the chair. The head of the man was exposed above the backrest, and it appeared that he had a black mask on his head. His hands were placed on the armrests on both sides of the chair, and they were motionless.

The three people shouted: "Don't move! Police, raise your hand!" "Raise your hand! Turn around!" "Come on! Let me see your hand!"

The other party did not respond.

The three police officers were very experienced. After a simple eye contact, one stood at the door and continued to shoot the gun at the chair. The other two were left and right and approached.

This monitoring room is so big, the office chair is in the corner, they must turn or pull the chair to see the face of the person sitting on it, so...

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

One minute after the explosion, Clapton personally led eight police officers into the bank, leaving the rest to stay on the street to maintain order and stick to the post.

He allowed two people to stay at the bank gate, two people standing on the two corridors connected by the bank lobby, and the remaining four and themselves rushed into the employee area behind the counter.

When he came to the monitoring room, Clapton saw the fourth police officer who had stayed at the counter. He was the first person to rush in after the explosion. At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground. He is still holding a dying colleague, and he grows up in the sky: "Oh! God! Lester... No..."

And the one who had a sigh of relief, Lester, was the police officer closest to the door at the time of the explosion. As for the other two, they were all flesh-and-blooded in the monitoring room and killed on the spot.

"Call the doctor! Come on!" Clapton yelled at a man beside him. "Come on! Go to the street and let them carry the stretcher..."

Although he shouted excitedly, he knew in his heart that Lester might not be able to do it. It is estimated that even insisting on being carried on an ambulance is impossible, let alone insisting on going to the hospital. Furthermore... the situation on the street is very confusing. The ambulance could not be opened at all.

"Lester! Lester!" The police officer holding him shouted twice, then couldn't help but cry. "God! Why is this..."

"Damn!" Clapton slammed his wall, "This dog mongrel!" He rushed into the surveillance room and ran towards the explosion. His eyes seemed to be squirting fire. "This is what happened?"

The walkie-talkies on these police officers were always on, so Clapton could hear the voices of their actions. He knew that the tens of seconds before the explosion, the three had seen the target. And control the situation, just don't know what happened next...

"Is this **** pulling the bomb on his body?" Clapton squatted down and looked at the blackened body. "No... the clothes on the deceased are wrong!" He stood up and frowned: "He Did the trap of the explosion happen on the bodies of other people? Where did he go?"

In fact, in the first question of Clapton, some people have said the so-called "strange golden light", and the situation that they can take out the weapon out of thin air, but Clapton is focusing on other information, and does not care about these. Like the details of Hu Hu.

Until the explosion, he was under the guise of the seal. Once again, I asked about the details of the killing of the submachine guns, only to find that things are not that simple.

"Is this 'Anonymous', is it the latest 'super criminal'?" Clapton grabbed his sparse hair and bit his teeth: "Did he really escape?" "Read here. He picked up the walkie-talkie and slammed the sniper who was responsible for monitoring the building's roof: "Newman, can you be sure that no one has come out of the vent?"

"Oh... yes, sir."

"I mean. You can be 100% sure, your vision has never been removed from that vent?"

The other person thought for a few seconds: "Well... sir. I can't stare at the same place every second, maybe there will be more than ten seconds interval, I am on the street, and there is the door."

"Damn!" Clapton said awkwardly, then angrily sighed and adjusted his tone: "Okay, come down, Newman," he adjusted the frequency: "Other snipers, also withdrew. Put the rifle back into the equipment car and go to the street to help." He adjusted another frequency and connected the tactical squad. "Two teams, three teams, three people stay in the street behind, everyone else is also there. At the bank door to help."

After all, Clapton was the highest commander on the scene. Even though he was more angry and frustrated than anyone else, he still had to do his duty and dispatch his men to clean up the mess: "In the notice bureau, send a logistics team to collect evidence on the spot. Others People, come with me, search every room and corner here, and find other gangsters or hostages.” He spoke to the intercom and returned to the corridor.

At this point, Clapton has basically confirmed that he has encountered a "super criminal."

Unexplained a series of previous behaviors, coupled with their calm attitude, shows that this "Anonymous" is by no means a leisurely generation. His behavior is capricious and unpredictable. He killed the robbers; held the hostages; played the police; spilled millions of dollars on the street; released all the hostages; killed three policemen...

hero? Unlawful? Robin Hood? terrorist? Humanitarian? murderer?

He is like a metronome, swinging back and forth between the good and the evil, revealing a crazy atmosphere, but with meticulous thoughts and outstanding ability to move. If it weren't for the hostages who described the unspeakable appearance, Clapton would have thought of a mental illness in an Arkham madhouse.

"Sir, maybe he is still hiding in the air duct?" asked a young police officer in the corridor.

"That's right, then you are responsible for checking it." Clapton replied with a wry smile. In his opinion, the seal must have escaped. He never thought of it. In fact, the other side was hiding a few meters away from him. Far away...

"Hey... I am alone? Where do you start?" The young police officer said again.

"Oh... listen, rookie, when you have been working in Gotham for a long time, you will understand that some criminals can't deal with it in the usual way." Clapton used the tone of the class: "Just a few After a few seconds of slack, they can slip through the sniper's line of sight and disappear forever. Some of these guys can fly away, some can use the body to release nerve gas, and some can bite you half of the body. You think the clown will Hiding in the air duct? Double-faced people, riddles, will they hide in the air duct?" Clapton shook his head: "I have seen so much today... you have to go check it. Others come with me."

Clapton’s ideas also reflect the thinking of most police officers in Gotham City. Even Gordon’s director cannot deny that the person who can save the city is Batman, and the police’s job is to clean the battlefield for him.

The young policeman helped the hat on the head and replied very seriously: "Yes, sir." He looked around and his eyes quickly stopped at the vent of the monitoring room.

The entrance to the ventilation duct is located at the highest point of the wall and is close to the ceiling. Although the explosion caused the locker to be somewhat deformed, it did not affect the police officer who climbed up.

He supported both hands, and the upper body turned over to the top of the cabinet. After the center of gravity moved to the top, the legs were lifted up. Then he reached out to reach the baffle of the ventilation duct... (to be continued...)