Chapter 262 (1/2)

There was a hostage standing in front of the bank gate. His hands and feet were bound by tiny but tight plastic locks, and he had a cash bag on his head.

The bank's glass door is automatically opened and closed horizontally. As long as someone approaches the door, the sensor will be triggered. Therefore, the hostage's presence keeps the glass door open all the time.

Looking into the bank lobby from the street, the police can no longer see the other hostages. The only one in sight is the door.

On the floor lay two bodies, one dead at the gate, the hostage shot by the former submachinegun bandit, and the other, unknown, lying by the counter. The police don't know if the extra body is a hostage, let alone how he died. Anyway, the preliminary judgment is It must have something to do with the gunshots and explosions just now.

As for the bodies of the money bandits, as well as the area where the pistol bandits were killed, they can't be seen outside.

”I think you should have a telescope at hand, officer.” Seal not to feel at this time again way.

Clapton had no idea what the robber was up to. He just replied, ”yes.”

”Take it up and look over the counter.” Said Feng unconsciously.

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

From his standing position, I can just observe the whole counter, but Feng can't feel that he has already hidden into the inside of the counter at this time. Naturally, the phone on the counter has also been taken to the bottom by him, ”can you see me?” He raised an arm, raised his right hand palm above the counter table, and waved a few times to the left and right.

”Yes, what do you want to do next? Do you mean it to me? ” Clapton replied.

”Ha ha I can only show you my hand, officer. ” Feng chuckled: ”now that the glass door is open, it means that your sniper can shoot in the bullets. Although I have the code of the vault as the chips, I have my head exposed in the rifle's sight glass. It's a risk I'm extremely reluctant to take. ”

”Well, what do you want? It's nearly twenty minutes since you put the hostages in the vault. You haven't told me... ”

”I want to give you a present, officer.” I interrupted Clapton.

The officer froze for a moment. ”You mean You're going to release the hostage at the door, aren't you? Ok... Then I'll send my people to pick it up right away... ”

”If your people dare to get closer, I'll kill this guy at the door.” Said Feng unconsciously.

”Then what are you doing?”

”I made him stand there just to keep the glass door open.” Feng unconsciously smiled and said, ”in this way, I can give you the gift.” As he spoke, a rather large square object rose slowly from the counter.

Clapton, looking through the telescope, couldn't believe what he saw.

”Here. It's a cubic foot, tied up with paper tape, and it's worth twenty dollars. ” I don't realize that it's natural that he didn't lift the object with his hands at this time. He used the anti gravity catapult's floating function.

”What are you going to do...” Clapton had a bad feeling.

”I want to In this way... ” Feng didn't realize that he aimed at the right angle and fired the ”cash shell”.

The money flew over the head of the hostage at the gate and out of the bank at an oblique angle. As we flew through the air, hundreds of banknotes had drifted out, attracting the attention of every policeman, journalist and citizen on the street.

The money bomb made a charming arc in the air and finally hit the outer wall of the building across the street. At a height of about three or four floors

At this time, just a breeze came, money It's all over the street.

Five seconds, ten seconds

People didn't take too long to react when the cordon was behind the crowd. When there are so many people who take the lead in reaching out for money, the situation is out of control.

Soon, it was only the area at the bank's front door, which was surrounded by police cars, that was not affected. In the surrounding area of tens of meters, hundreds of citizens and journalists broke through the cordon. Even the police, who were supposed to stop them, quietly stooped.

”Hahahaha...” On the other end of the phone came a wild laugh: ”the running dog of capitalism! Have a taste of sugar coated cannonball! ”