Thriller Paradise

There was a hostage who stood in front of the bank gate. His hands and feet were bound by a small but fastened plastic lock with a cash pocket on his head.

The glass door of the bank is automatically switched horizontally. As long as someone approaches the door, the sensor will be triggered. Therefore, the presence of this hostage keeps the glass door open.

Looking out from the street to the bank lobby, at this moment, the police have not seen other hostages, and only the door is left in the line of sight.

There were two bodies lying on the floor, one died at the gate, the hostage that the former submachine gun gangster shot; the other fell to the counter and the identity was unknown. The police did not know whether the extra corpse was a hostage, and did not know how he died. Anyway, the preliminary judgment was... surely the gunshots and explosions just broke off.

As for the body of the money-laden gangsters and the area where the pistols were killed, they could not be seen outside.

"I think there should be a telescope at your hand, the police officer." The seal didn't feel right now.

Clapton couldn’t understand what the robbers were going to do. He just replied: "Yes."

"Get it up and look at the counter." Feng said.

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

From the position where he stood, he could just observe the entire counter, but he did not feel that he had hidden in the inside of the counter. The phone on the counter was naturally taken by him. "Can you see me?" Take an arm and let your right hand palm rise above the counter's table and wave a few times.

"Yes, what do you want to do next? Is it right for me?" Clapton replied.

"Oh... I can only show my hand out to show you, police officer." Feng smiled and said: "Because the glass door is now open, this means that your sniper can hit the bullet in, although I have the password of the vault as a bargain, but exposing my head to the scope of the rifle is a risk that I am extremely reluctant to take."

"Well, what do you want to do? It’s almost twenty minutes since you put the hostage in the vault. You haven’t told me yet..."

"I want to send you a gift, police officer." Feng did not interrupt Clapton.

The police officer snorted. "You mean... the hostage you want to release at the door? Is it... then I will let my people come over..."

"Your people dare to step closer, I will give this guy at the door." Feng Shuh said.

"Then what are you doing?"

"I told him to stand there, just to keep the glass door open." Feng smiled and said: "This way, I can give you the gift." He spoke with a large square object from The counter is slowly rising.

Clapton, who was holding a telescope, couldn't believe what he saw.

"This is a cubic foot, paper-tied, banknote with a face value of twenty dollars." It’s not natural to hold the object by hand. He used [anti-gravity ejection The suction function of the device].

"What are you doing..." Clapton had a bad feeling.

"I want to...this way..." I said that I would aim at the angle and fire the "cash shells".

The pile of money crossed the head of the hostage at the gate and flew out of the bank at a slanting angle. When flying through the air, hundreds of banknotes have been scattered, attracting the attention of every policeman, journalist and citizen on the street.

The money bomb struck a fascinating arc in the air and eventually hit the outer wall of the building across the street. Spread at a height of about three or four floors...

At this moment, there was a breeze blowing, and the banknotes... were scattered all over the street.

Five seconds, ten seconds...

People didn't spend too much time reacting, when the crowd was behind the cordon. When so few people take the lead to pick up the money, the situation is out of control.

Soon, only the area where the bank’s main entrance was surrounded by police cars was left unaffected. Hundreds of citizens and journalists broke through the warning line within a few tens of meters. Even the police who should have blocked these people quietly bent down.

"Hahahaha..." There was a mad laugh at the phone: "The capitalist dog! Try the taste of sugar-coated shells!"

"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?" Clapton couldn't bear it, and yelled angrily: "You are not a robber! But a terrorist! Who are you? What organization?"

"Haha... I am Bill Gates! The great communist fighter!" The seal is open to the public and laughs: "I brought you Andrew Jackson (the seventh president of the United States. His portrait was printed on $20). The most sincere greetings on the banknotes!" He said as he sucked up the second "cash shell" and quickly launched it.

After the second money bomb exploded, the street was completely in chaos. After all... the police are also people. The police in Gotham City are high-pressure and high-risk occupations. Who can guarantee no temptation? Not long after, even in the area of ​​the main entrance of the bank, many people were sneaked in. Some of them bent down and searched the ground. Some of them danced in the air, and they all had a lot in their arms.

In addition, because those banknotes are new, they can float in the air for a long time. It was as if someone had fired a colorful cannon into the sky, and the sky was full of colorful papers, all over the ground were carnival crowds, which made the snipers in place all lost their functions.

"Don't worry about the money! Stick to the post!" Clapton smacked the horn at hand and said, "Give me the door to the bank! Don't let go."

Whether we admit it or not, most people in this world are such a kind of people who save money, and he also saves money; when people cross the road, he also wears the road; when people spit, he also spits. Finally, when people went to the Yasukuni Shrine to set fire, he thought about it and went to the street to pick up a Japanese car.

However, there are still a small number of people in this world who are another kind of person. Perhaps in normal times, they will also wear the road or spit, but at the crucial moment, they can hold the bottom line.

At this moment, more than half of the police at the bank's door are still in their posts, and their spirits are highly concentrated. They are as good as nothing, and do their best to maintain order. And pay attention to the movements within the bank door. These people are very clear in their minds, what should be done, if they all go to the bee to rob those money, let the robbers in the bank rush out, the consequences will be even more unimaginable.

"Like my gift? Mr. Police Officer." The unspeakable voice came again from the receiver: "Not finished yet..." He said, and launched the third pile of banknotes. After the hair was finished, he said: "The warm field is almost done. Let's play a game of guessing." He paused. "Now, I will release some hostages. In these hostages, my accomplices are mixed."

"Is this guy sick? Is this kind of thing actually telling me?" Clapton thought: "Is it... I want to take the opportunity to sell his accomplices?"

"The situation on the street is very chaotic. The sniper can't open fire on the area in front of the door, and the police car can't drive out. So, as long as you relax a little, my accomplices will get into the crowd and escape." The three robbers were still instructed before, and at this time they began to guide the police.

Clapton is not stupid. The other party will say that there are two possibilities in these words, or that this "Anonymous" wants to harm his accomplices. Either he is setting up a scam, there is no third possibility, if you have to say it, that is killing...

"Is the tactical team on the street behind the bank still in place?" Clapton quietly asked the person next to him.

"Yes. It has been monitored, there is no change, the iron fence of each window is intact, and there is no activity in the room." A police officer replied.

"Are you sure there are no other exits for this building? For example, ventilation pipes. Or what about sewers?" Clapton asked again.

"There is an outlet for ventilation ducts on the roof. There have been snipers staring at it. No one has climbed out there. In addition, even if the robbers really get on the roof, there is no way down."

Clapton heard the words and looked up. The roof of the building was seven or eight meters high from the ground. If he jumped down, he would have to be disabled. The two buildings next to each other are three or four meters away from the rooftop. Besides, there are guardrails. The possibility of jumping to the top of other buildings after running is also ruled out.

"Oh... I am going to swear, how are you going to run..." Clapton said.

"Well, the police officers, the hostages are coming out, be prepared." Feng said on the phone, "When you identify my buddy, call me again." Hang up the phone.

At this time, I saw a few figures from the side of the counter. They also had a cash bag on their heads, and their hands and feet were tied together.

"After the hostages come out, take off the bags on their heads, but don't untie them, take them all to the side and look after them for a while." Clapton's thinking is still relatively clear, he is already facing the police officers around him. I began to arrange countermeasures. "Listen, be careful of everyone, they just seem to be tied up... understand? Maybe somebody will suddenly pull out the gun to shoot at you."

On the other hand, if you don’t feel it, it’s like directing traffic. He hides under the counter and says, “Yes, guys, that direction, just like I told you earlier, go forward eight steps, then turn left ninety. Degree, yes, line up the team, one by one, and hear the people in front of you pick up a few meters and then keep up, but will fall in a hurry."

Under the command of the unconscious, the hostages went to the door one by one in an orderly manner.

"Hey! Winston, you can go out too." The seal immediately yelled at the hostage who was kneeling at the door and shouted.

The direction and direction of Mr. Winston’s position was adjusted before he opened the door. He also said hello. As soon as Winston dared to move forward halfway, he shot. . After waiting for him to call this scorpion, Winston can jump forward.

At this moment, Winston, who heard the order, was stunned. Standing for a few minutes at this door, he was so young that he could finally get out of trouble and let him cry.

But after jumping out of the bank door, it was not the blankets, the ambulances, and the greetings of concern that greeted him, but...

"Sir, please come here." A police officer uncovered the cash bag on Winston's head, but did not unlock the lock on his hands and feet, just dragging him to the side, let him first Sitting on the ground, two other police officers came over and watched him.

"What is this? I am hostage!" Winston shouted.

"Please cooperate with us, sir, the robbers may want to sneak out in the hostages." A police officer replied.

"What does this mean? Do you doubt me?"

"Now everything is still uncertain, this is also for your safety. Sir."

Winston is not good at anything. Just want to complain a few words, but I saw the money rain and the crowd around me: "Hey! What is going on here? You tied the law-abiding citizens here, but for those who robbed the money. Does anyone turn a blind eye?"

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

Five minutes later, twenty-nine hostages have already arrived outside the bank. After the last hostage jumped out, the bank’s electronic shutter door was lowered again.

Next, the work of interrogating and blaming other people's identities is intense.

After a preliminary inquiry about the hostages, Clapton received a series of messages that surprised him.

"Okay. Ok, ladies, gentlemen... Quiet." Clapton said: "Let me take care of the situation... At first, the three robbers who robbed the bank were killed by a hostage. It’s light, and that guy is a tough guy with a strong anti-humanity, high intelligence, and a courteous...”

"Yes." "Yes." "Yes." The hostages replied with a sigh of relief.

"He didn't have any accomplices at all, and he didn't hurt you, and no one was locked in the vault." Clapton said again.

"Yes... no." "Yes." "In a sense, he saved us."

Clapton laughed: "It sounds like he has become a hero. Then who can explain to me, this anonymous name, why should he play these tricks with us?"

"Maybe he is worried about being an accomplice of you as a robber." "Yeah. Like us, I am trapped here and you are interrogated." "Yes! Let me release! I want to complain to you!"

"Well, I finally confirmed with you the appearance of his appearance... Asian, short black hair. Wearing a purple long suit, right?" Clapton asked.

After getting a positive answer, he came to the phone. Dialed the number again.

After five beeps, the seal was picked up: "What advice, police officer."

"Kid, I don't know who you are and what you want to do." Clapton said: "But you have a big problem."

"Oh... what trouble?" Feng Xiaoxiao said: "I am listening."

"I know that you are not a robber. The act of killing the three people can also be interpreted as justifiable defense, or even to be brave, but..." Clapton said: "After you kill them, continue to hold hostages. In order to threaten and juggle the police, and throw large sums of cash in the bank to the street, this is no different from robbing the bank."

"So... please tell me, Clapton police officer." Feng asked: "Is it a hero, or a criminal?" His voice suddenly became very strange. "This answer is very important, please Think twice."

"Open the door, come out and surrender, and tell me back to the game." Clapton did not answer the question of the seal, but said: "Now you have no hostage. If you don't come out, we will storm in from the main entrance. ""

"Answer, my question, the police officer." Feng did not feel the ignorance of the other party's request, aggravated the tone back.

"Of course you are a criminal! Otherwise what do you think you are?" Clapton said: "Hurry up and surrender."

"Well..." Feng Shou said: "Is this your answer? Hehe... interesting, really interesting." He thought for a few seconds and said, "Okay, I will open the door right away."

The rolling door slowly rises and the view in the door looks the same as it was when it was last closed.

"Raise your hand and come out from behind the counter." Clapton said to the phone.

"Oh... I refuse." Feng did not return.

Clapton had already had enough of the other party. He raised his hand and motioned to the people around him to catch people. At the same time, he tried to distract his attention on the phone: "Have you ever played enough? I can I don't want to see someone killing today."

Four police officers armed with live ammunition rushed directly from the main entrance, scattered the station and surrounded the counter.

Clapton held the phone in one hand and the telescope in the other, observing the situation. When he saw his men approaching the counter, the heart had already mentioned the eyes of the blind man, for fear that the seal would not be recalcitrant and a gun battle would occur.

Unexpectedly, the next scene is...

The four police officers looked inexplicably at the back of the counter. One of them responded quickly, and immediately said to the intercom on the shoulder; "Sir, no one here."

"What?" Clapton instinctively said.

The phone at the end of the phone smiled: "Oh... guess, what happened after that time."

"Quick search, he must be still in that bank! Somewhere must be hidden!" Clapton was not afraid to be heard, and said a word directly to the intercom.

"Hey... are you sure?" Feng Shou sneered.

Clapton again listened to the phone: "I am scoring or talking on the counter..."

"Use call transfer 呗." Feng smiled and said, "I said at first that the dead man's mobile phone is dead, it is lie to you, his mobile phone is very good, and it is still in my hands."

Clapton had some hindsight at this moment. The other party covered the heads of the hostages, tied their hands and feet, and said "I have accomplices mixed in". To put it bluntly, it is to delay the time and delay the time.

Clapton said in his heart: What he had done and said, a ring of deduction until the door closed... He knew that after that, I could learn everything from the hostages. All his lie actions will be exposed to my eyes. And I still don't know... what was he doing between the last closing and opening of the door... (to be continued...)