Chapter 260 Battle for the Cowl (2)

“It’s hard even for me to get out of this.” Feng Bujue muttered: “If I open [Body-Spirit Congregation Technique] to rush outward, even these three can’t hit me, the police outside will shoot me into a sieve.”

The bandit who was in charge of the door passed Feng Bujue. Feng Bujue looked back and saw that the elevator door behind him had disappeared and turned into a wall. Obviously, the entrance to the scenario is visible only to the player themselves, and it will disappear as soon as he/she walks out. The characters in the scenario will not see it, perhaps to them, there is nothing here.

“Let’s wait and see…” Feng Bujue decided to wait to see what will happen, and for the time being, he focused his attention on the game menu.

…………………

From the starting CG to now, Feng Bujue had not examined the five opponents in the play yet, so he planned to check the list right now.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t see it.

“What the heck! Are there three men in the top twenty of fighting rank?” As long as Feng Bujue entered the mall once, he would glance at the list by way, which naturally filled his mind with all the listed individuals and communities on the rank.

“I remember this 31 one level guy calls [Die to Get Mysterious], is [Order]’s four masters of ‘Drunk/Live/Dream/Die’ 1)… He should be the same level player of that smoking-drinking-perming! There is also this thirty-level [Seven Kill], who seems to be the third person in Long-Ge’s community…” Because he often rambles in BBS, Feng Bujue can basically tell the ID of top players in each big communities, “Hey… Is the 32 level guy [Shiva] the boss of [The Gods]? He is also ranked fifth in the ranking list right!”

In addition to these three names, there is one of the other two people he had met in the survival mode, ID [Not Afraid], “This girl is not an enemy I can deal easily…” He already had a terrible feeling. “Wait… Wait… Are all these five people, except me, in the top twenty of the fighting rank???”

Instinctively, Feng Bujue thought the worst. Sadly, he was right again…

[Die to Get Mysterious], level 31, male, [Order] studio, 8th of the fighting rank.

[Shiva], level 32, male, [The Gods] studio, 2nd of the fighting rank.

[Seven Kill], level 31, male, [Blade] studio, 15th of the fighting rank.

[Not Afraid], level 30, female, [Jianghu] studio, 20th of the fighting rank. (anonymity)

[King from Shadow], level 30, male, individual professional player, 19th of the fighting rank. (anonymity)

The above are the five opponents of Feng Bujue. In terms of fighting rank and level rank, they are obviously higher than him.

If, Thriller Paradise has a piece of “Comprehensive Rank”, Feng Bujue will be able to rank very high. And of those five, maybe a few will drop right out of the top 50.

But the reality is, there’s no such a rank because it’s really impossible to qualify the ‘brainy’ stuff…

So from the point of view of the spectator, or from the point of view of any of the other five players, Feng Bujue is the weakest of this killing game.

But still, there’s still good to be the weakest.

As the saying goes – To stick your neck out is dangerous. In this indiscriminate melee mode, players’ attention will naturally be on Shiva, the strongest man on the surface; Die to Get Mysterious and Seven Kill will inevitably have some fear; However, King from Shadow and Not Afraid are both anonymous on the fighting rank, and those three famous players probably have not heard of them and they don’t know each other, so they are despised relatively.

As for Feng Bujue… If the rest players scan the game menu and look at the names of other opponents, and finally see a line: “Feng Bujue, level 28, surviving”, presumably a series of reactions in their brain are… Don’t know, the lowest grade, weakest.

Below such premise, “weakest” Feng Bujue will be easy to be ignored… There is an advantage to the fact that no one else should put much effort into watching him or assassinating him.

Of course, not everyone assumes he is the weakest.

Die to Get Mysterious once listened to Zen in Scary Dream said the name of “Feng Bujue”, but he didn’t take it seriously and soon forgot.

Seven Kill also listened to Long Aomin introduced this suspected serial killer guy, then… He also didn’t remember…

By the way, Shiva and King from Shadow have no impression of Feng Bujue’s ID.

Only Not Afraid knows this guy with fresh new memory… At least to her, it’s not easy to deal with Feng Bujue.

……

“Assho**! How dare you hide! Get out of here!” The bandit who had gone in search of an escape soon returned to the lobby, dragging a man back.

The man was supposed to be an employee of the bank, wearing the uniform of the bank, sweating profusely and looking frightened.

“What’s wrong?” The bandit with the submachine gun asked, looking furtively out of the bank.

“He’s hiding in the toilet talking to the police on his cell phone.” Returned the pistol bandit.

“Have you found any other way out?” Interrupted the bandit with the money.

“Almost all the windows have bars, the toilet windows are too small, and there are police on the back streets.”

“Damn it!” Money bandit cursed.

“Give me his cell phone.” The submachine gun bandit then added.

His accomplice had just grabbed the phone and thrown it at him.

He took the phone, looked at the screen, then pressed the speed dial button. Only three seconds later, the phone was connected.

“Well? Are you all right, Sir? Why you interrupt…” A police officer lowered his voice and spoke quickly.

But the submachine gun bandit interrupted him with a loud voice: “No, he’s engaged. It’s a serious thing.” He gestured for his partner to bring the man over.

The pistol bandit understood and kicked the man. The bank employee was forced to yield at gunpoint and walked gingerly toward the bank gate.

“Listen, f*cki*g cops, here are the terms.” When the submachine gun bandit got the phone, instead of venturing out and shouting, he hid behind a wall and said to the officer on the other side, “Get me a helicopter and a pilot, and get your men three blocks away.” With that, he put down his submachine gun, drew his pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger.

The bank clerk fell down, bleeding on the floor. The scene happened in front of the bank’s gate, which was fully displayed in front of the police and the citizens and journalists behind the cordon in the street.

“From now on, until I see the helicopter, I will kill one hostage every ten minutes,” the submachine gun bandit said, speaking to his cell phones and hostages in the bank lobby. Anyone who tries to pull a stunt will end up like him!” Then he broke off the conversation.

“My god…” The money bandit put one hand on his forehead and looked at the dead body on the ground. “God… God… You killed him, this…” Suddenly he could not resist pulling off his mask and throwing up on the floor.

There were many women among the hostages. Just now they saw blood everywhere, but because of excessive fear, they did not have time to react. Now this guy’s vomit made a chain reaction, many hostages kneel on the ground and spit out.

“You fool! Cunt! Idiot!” The submachine gun bandit cursed, and then he picked up the submachine gun, roared at the hostage, “Hey! Hey! Hey! Who made you get up! Everybody down! Hands on your head!”

“Inside people, see, I’m a police negotiator. I’m unarmed. Can I come in to talk to you?” A middle-aged man arrived at the bank with a loudspeaker without any police uniform.

Click click –

The response he got was a volley of submachine guns, but the bullets were fired at the ground, and the shooter merely fired randomly without aiming.

The negotiator fled.

“I’ll kill another hostage in eight minutes!” That was the reply of the bandit.

When the money bandit had finished, he seemed to feel better. He muttered: “Perhaps… Er… Maybe we should hear what he wants to say… “

“Shut up! Shut your fuc*ing mouth!” The submachine gun bandits shouted, “it’s up to me!”

“The helicopter won’t come.” A strange voice sounded.

Since the hostages in the lobby were all too frightened to speak, the words were clearly heard by everyone present.

“Who is it?” The submachine gun bandit asked, “Which bastard is talking?”

“It’s him!” The pistol bandit was the closest one to Feng Bujue. “The boy in the long purple suit.”

“You, guard the gate for me for a moment.” The submachine gun bandit spoke a word to the man who carried the money, and the latter stooped towards the door.

After two people alternated, the submachine gun bandit went straight to Feng Bujue, “Get up for me you motherfu*ker!” He grabbed Feng Bujue’s hair and lifted it up, causing him to change from a prone position to a kneeling position. “What did you say? Say it again?”

Feng Bujue looked up at the other side passively, but the expression on his face was calm and composed: “I said, the helicopter you want will not come. Don’t say eight minutes, even if it’s eighty minutes, the helicopter also won’t come.”

“Baster…” The ruffian thrust his submachine gun savagely against Feng Bujue’s brow: “You think you are very clever? Huh? Say! Who are you? Are you a cop, too? Ah? Or are you trying to trick me? Want to be a hero?”

“I’m a nobody. I just want to remind you that the two-lane road at the gate is too wide for a helicopter to land on, even with the non-motorised lanes.” Feng Bujue’s response was a skillful one, fending off any explanation of his identity and immediately shifting the conversation to the interest of these people. “Even they really call a helicopter, it’s impossible to land it here. You’ll have to walk to the nearest intersection to get to an appropriate place. In this process, you’re going to have to walk out the door of the bank and be exposed to snipers.” He paused. “And, you’ve already killed one of the hostages. Due to the condition of Gotham, I believe the police have enough reason to shot you here…”

“Oh! Oh my god…” The money bandit heard this in the wall near the gate. He immediately put his head in one hand and cried in great fear, “What have we done?”

“I get it! Shut up!” The submachine gun bandit shouted again to the vexed comrade, then looked at Feng Bujue, loosened his hair and said: “Humph… End of talk?”

“I’m not done yet. By the way,” Feng Bujue replied, “I’ll tell you what the police are going to do next. In a few minutes, they’ll say that it’s very difficult to get the chopper up. During this time, they will be busy deploying tactical teams and putting snipers in position.” His mind was clear, speaking quickly and didn’t consider the bandit could digest it or not: “Your plan to kill a hostage in 10 minutes and wait for a helicopter to get you out of there will get one of two outcomes:

One, when you kill a certain number of hostages, the police will say that the helicopter has arrived, lure you out and kill you.

Two, when you kill a certain number of hostages, the police will launch the attack directly.

What the police do depends on the amount of information they have and, crucially, whether they know the number of robbers. Unfortunately, you killed the gentleman who spoke to the police. If he is alive, you could have asked him how much he told the police about here. But now… “

Feng Bujue sneered. “And I should warn you that at any moment there may be a superhero involved. Nightwing, Robin, Huntress, Black Canary… etc. With all due respect, I’m afraid you three will be caught alive by only one of them.”

He heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the startled bandit, and added, “About ten minutes ago, the adrenaline had you on the verge of losing control. The way you think of escape during the hostage phrase is worse than the way you think of escape during the robbery.” He said in a sarcastic tone: “Ah… If that’s what a ‘plan’ is, of course.” He smiled. “At the same time, your impulsive killing puts you and your accomplice in a position of no return. If you don’t want to die today or go to jail, you’d better think of something else right now. Or…” He imitated the sound of a clock, “Tick, tok, tick… Time is running out. The superheroes will be here any minute.”

“You…… Who the hell are you…” The submachine gun bandit, after hearing Feng Bujue’s analyzing, really calmed down a little.

Feng Bujue observed facial expressions of these three bandits. Then, with a sneer on his face, he rose without scruple. “This is a very minor question. Right now, the most important question for you is… How to escape.”

……

Five minutes later, the electronically controlled metal shutter doors behind the bank’s glass doors began to descend slowly and soon closed.

From this moment on, the police in the street, the bandits in the bank, had all lost the way to observe each other’s movements.

Almost the same second the shutter door closed, the phone the police had used to talk to the bandits rang.

The bank employee, who had been shot, first called police on his mobile phone while hiding in a toilet. The call continued until police arrived and his number was transferred directly to another police phone at the scene.

“I’m officer Clapton.” Clapton, who’s in charge of the scene, picked up the phone.

“Hello, officer.” Feng Bujue’s voice came from the phone, “I think you must have noticed that I’m not the same person as the gentleman you were talking to.” He paused for a second, then added, “but that should be good news for you. From now on, I’ll take over the communications, and you can call me ‘Anonymous’.”

“How are the hostages now? Are they all safe?” Clapton said eagerly, “Listen… The helicopter… “

“Forget the helicopter, sergeant. It was a joke.” Feng Bujue interrupted, “As for the hostages, they are safe. I assure you it was only an accident before, and I don’t think you and I want to see it happen again?” He chuckled twice, which made the other side shudder.

“Listen… If you surrender now…” Said Clapton.

“There are two things I want to say. First of all, this mobile phone is running out of power. Next, please call the phone on the bank counter to talk to me, I think I do not need to tell you the number?” Feng Bujue hung up the phone.

“Quickly…” Clapton motioned to his colleagues in the surveillance car behind him.

All the staff in the trunk heard the call. Before it was finished, they were on the move and were on the line in less than a minute.

Clapton listened for a few seconds to the beeping of the receiver, then Feng Bujue’s voice repeated, “Second thing… If my theory is correct,” he said, “a small, well-equipped and well-trained team has now set out to invade this building. I knew they could easily get in through the first-floor windows by removing a few iron bars with tools, and there are at least five breakable rooms. Then, quietly, they would approach to confirm our number and location. Then, at a time they think is right and certain, your people will cut off the power from the outside, leaving the place in total darkness. Finally, a couple of burly guys in night vision goggles will disarm and get us down before we know it.”

Clapton put his hand over the speaker and turned his face. “Is there a mole?” He lowered his voice and said to his neighbour with splendid expression.

Feng Bujue continued: ” I do not want to see the above situations, so I want to take a precaution.” After a pause, he narrated in a tone leisurely: “I have taken a part of the hostages into the safe room and changed the password of the locked gate. According to the size of that room, and the number of them… Hmm… The oxygen will last about thirty minutes.”

1. In Chinese, it’s an idiom of “Lead a befuddled life” or “go on the batter”. In name of each of them contains “Drunk” “Live” “Dream” and “Death”. One of them, “Dream”, is the player [Zen in Scary Dream] in [Attack of the Protagonist] before.