Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 260 Guomea Nase

Although an idiot is stupid, he is only stupid when he opens his mouth. When he shuts up, he is still a little smart.

After being shot in the head, the blue camp commander fell to the ground with the force of the impact, closed his eyes, and simply pretended to be dead, letting the red paint spread on his forehead.

This is not a real bullet, but a paint bullet, but the basic lethality of the sniper rifle is still there. The blue commander's eyebrows gradually turned red when he was shot, and it looked particularly special in the areas that had not been spread by red paint. obvious.

The blue commander's face turned pale. He didn't know whether it hurt because he hit his head when he simply fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, or because he was hit accurately between the eyebrows by a paint sniper rifle at a distance of less than a hundred meters.

He remained motionless, pretending to be dead.

The camera shakes, screams are heard, the chaos at the bank, and the instinctive panic of the audience on the street.

Gin couldn't see the scene clearly.

He raised his eyebrows, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and slowly exhaled the smoke. Then he bit the cigarette butt and commented without saltiness: "You are seeking your own death."

This is not only saying that the police actually gave up their huge advantage in the field of light and insisted on exploiting their shortcomings, avoiding their strengths and going head-to-head with a prosperous future. It is also saying that the police really do not know how to live or die, but they were forced to do so. Then he really agreed to live broadcast.

What does it mean to broadcast a bank robbery live when there are hostages in the bank?

It means that the tiger obediently lowered its neck and allowed humans to put iron chains on it.

Bank robbery is a game.

When the player is the police or an official, he will always use some thunderous methods to calm the situation, and only bloody methods can truly subdue the rebellious robbers.

No matter how soft-hearted the players are, their methods will always be a bit less bright, and they understand each other's behavior and appropriate choices very well, and are not very concerned about the hostages.

But unfortunately, the audience is more immersed in the identity of the hostages than the police and control personnel.

During the live broadcast, whenever the police behave a little poorly, or act excessively, or have a tough attitude during negotiations, or even just walk a little slower and seem a little relaxed and leisurely, residents who are more inclined to be hostages will instinctively react. Discomfort and revulsion.

The police will be devastated by public opinion.

If Gin were a police officer, he would never be coerced even a little bit, so he would grit his teeth, lower his head, and let Mirai Ichijo put the shackles on him.

This is not a proper retreat due to helplessness, but a step back into hell.

If the police dare to do so, they are seeking their own death.

He added: "He has had enough and plans to end the game."

It's talking about a future.

On the TV, the scene where the cameraman was frightened and had an afterimage finally stabilized a bit. Perhaps the cameraman realized that it was a drill and no one was shot to death about 1 meter away in front of him. It was a fake death. , and also realized that the enemy sniper had no intention of killing him with a single sniper.

The camera panned down first, focusing on the blue commander who was pretending to be dead on the ground.

The reporter was also frightened, but now he slowly recovered, and his speech was still a little choppy, "Well, an accident just happened, and there was another sniper incident. This time, the person who was shot by the sniper was not the FBI..."

"I heard several sniper shots. It seemed that the police's sniper rifles also reacted immediately. Did they hit the enemy?"

The photographer also cooperated with the offset lens and swept towards the bank.

They didn't catch the non-existent 'robber was shot', but they caught the changes inside the bank.

Some hostages walked out of the bank. They lined up like kindergarten children after school. They obediently raised their hands to protect the back of their heads and formed a line, slowly walking out of the bank's hostage queue.

They all had their heads down, were very tight, and walked cautiously.

When the leader walked about five or six meters out of the bank, and was about to be halfway between the bank entrance and the police cordon, he suddenly stopped and stood there for a few seconds.

Because the top police officer on the scene unfortunately died in the line of duty, the police officers were still a little panicked and overwhelmed. But at this time, there was unusual movement, and the live broadcast was still going on. There was no tough police officer to stop it, so a substitute commander was called in. The officer takes temporary command.

Under the command, the police officers remained vigilantly within the cordon, but tentatively approached the hostages. Their voices were neither loud nor low, so that they could be heard by the hostages but not by the robbers in the bank. To the point of, “Excuse me, what happened?”

"What do the robbers want to do and what are their demands?"

The hostages still had their heads lowered and their hands were tightly guarded behind their heads, as if they were tightly guarding against something. The last hostage happened to be standing at the door of the bank, and the leading hostage said hesitantly. : "They asked us,"

He put down his left hand and handed a note to the police officer without raising his head. His voice was a little lower and he said, "Send important information to the police."

"There's a bomb inside the bank, they've activated it and it's going to explode in five minutes."

note.

If it had been three days ago, before the news of the bank robbery drill was announced, or even half a day ago, before the action with the red camp, the police officers would have seen the note and taken it without thinking.

Now, as if seeing a savage beast, his face changed slightly. He subconsciously retreated a little to show resistance. Then he realized that the person in front of him was not the robber, but the hostage conveying the message, and the camera was probably still looking at him from a distance. When he reached this point, he hurriedly grabbed the note with some embarrassment and looked at it intently.

The first line of the note is an address.

In the second line, there is a weight: two kilograms.

The third line is even simpler: bombs.

Next is the thank you: [It was a pleasure shopping, thank you very much:)].

At first glance, the police officers reacted and thought the address seemed familiar. They reacted again, and then realized why they looked familiar: one of Tokyo's weapons depots.

Not the arsenal of machine guns and smoke grenades that police had just confirmed were missing not so long ago, but another one.

So what does this note mean...

Not only did they have sugar, but they also stole machine guns and bombs? !

Two kilograms? !

There are many kinds of bombs. Some bombs are of inferior quality. Two kilograms is actually nothing, but some bombs are of high quality. Two kilograms are enough to blow up the entire bank.

The police officers' thoughts were racing and they were a little panicked. However, before they turned around and ran to report to their temporary superiors, they heard the leading hostage say slowly again: "Four minutes."

"Four minutes until the bomb goes off."

"The robber said that one minute had passed since the first police officer got the note. The note was passed to the temporary commander, and the countdown to the bomb explosion was only three minutes."

"He said that the bank lobby is now filled with bombs that can blow up the entire bank and buildings within ten meters of the bank's outer circle. He requested that the hostages are not allowed to leave the cordon area and the police are not allowed to retreat. Otherwise, the bombs will be activated immediately."

After making a simple threat, the leading hostage added casually: "He also said, 'Don't deliberately delay the time. At the moment when the bomb is supposed to explode, I want to see everyone squatting with their heads covered to avoid the explosion.'"

"Please go and report, officer."

This was somewhat unlike what a hostage said, and the information conveyed was even more horrifying. The police officers reacted a few times and looked at each other in a hurry. The officer who took the note Immediately turned around to find the temporary commander.

The hostages still did not raise their heads. The leader of the hostages squatted down with his head in his hands. The other hostages followed the order and stepped forward one by one, bowing their heads and being on the same level as the leader of the hostages. They changed from a vertical formation to a horizontal formation.

After lining up, they took a few steps forward under the leadership of the leading hostage, walked to the cordon, and squatted down one by one again in order, like a small row of fallen dominoes.

The hostage said: "The robbers asked for it."

The robbers asked for it? That's okay.

The robbers in the bank made many bizarre requests, such as live streaming, actively asking for the release of hostages, ordering food as if they were in a restaurant, and refusing to negotiate when the sun was too hot. The police officers have heard the most suitable for the identity of the robbers. The request was still to ask the police to bring in six vehicles for evacuation.

In comparison, requiring the hostages to squat down obediently with their heads in their hands after delivering the letter is not the most surprising and conspicuous.

The police officers who were closer responded one after another without saying anything. Some of them were holding guns and looking warily in the direction of the bank. Some of them turned their heads uneasily and wanted to look at the temporary commander behind them. Should we order a retreat? Not long after, the choice of the temporary commander was first communicated through some gestures: the inner police will not retreat for the time being.

Near the cordon, police officers who knew that the robbers had sent information about the bomb were in an uproar.

On the street, Gin looked at some gestures captured by the camera and sneered, "Idiot."

The police will not retreat en masse.

The robbers asked the hostages to stay within the cordon. Once they left, the bomb would explode immediately.

If the police do not retreat, there will be many police casualties when the countdown ends.

But if the police retreat...

Not to mention it is a false incident, even if it is a real incident, the police cannot retreat when there is a live broadcast. Otherwise, they will tell everyone in plain sight, "Guo Nasai, we are very afraid of death and cannot protect you in this life." But it doesn't matter, I can protect you in your next life'.

He will be nailed to the pillar of shame by the anger of the masses, and may be used as a case of disharmony between the police and the people in more than ten years.

At this time, the smartest thing to do is to choose neither or both.

That is, the outer police retreated, but the inner police stayed.

When the countdown was about to end, they suddenly attacked, snatched the hostages and fled, leaving the robbers unable to react. Even if they reacted and sent out an explosion signal in an emergency, the police and hostages had all withdrawn from the explosion range.

It doesn't matter if they don't evacuate completely. As long as the police officers show some sacrifice of themselves to protect the people in front of the camera and swoop to protect the hostages when the explosion occurs, the people will have a good impression.

That's what temporary commander means.

Being able to think of a solution calmly in a hurry is actually quite good. The reason why Gin still calls the police a fool is because: "Big, big brother,"

Vodka stared at the TV not far away, a little unsure, and stuttered, "That's..."

When he was about to blurt out, he remembered Gin's request and promptly changed his words, "Alsace?!"

He stared at the hostage figure on the TV in disbelief.

The camera is now next to the temporary commander. When it is pointed at the hostages, it takes in the whole body of the hostages. Unlike the half-length shot of the commander, some of them are more difficult to distinguish.

Moreover, all the hostages had their heads lowered, and no one raised their head or showed their face from the beginning to the end. It was actually a bit difficult to accurately identify which hostage was which person on the list.

The leading hostage is a young man. His hair is plain black and somewhat fluffy. He is wearing a relatively large brown coat, which makes the hostage who is always obedient and does not raise his head look like a Unlucky college student.

But Vodka recognized it at a quick glance.

It's like being followed by a wolf on the grassland and being bitten for real. From then on, when you encounter a wolf on the grassland, you will feel instinctive fear and sensitivity.

With just one glance, Vodka was sure that the guy was neither well-behaved nor unlucky at all. It was the police who should be well-behaved, and it was the police who should be unlucky.

and, “He’s squatting?!”

Squatting with your head in your hands?

And the police are still standing there carelessly?

...it's over.

They're screwed.

Gin: "It's him."

So the police are stupid. The culprit is standing right in front of them. They don't even notice it, and they plan to suddenly attack and seize the hostages.

If they don't get killed by a sudden attack, it's time to burn incense and worship Buddha.

"This guy," Gin sneered, "won't just wait for the countdown to end."

"He's the best at creating 'surprises'."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the picture on the TV changed again. The camera suddenly turned sharply and rolled several times on the ground. The sudden screams, rapid and disbelieving sounds and gunshots at the scene were intertwined, like... They were like fireworks rising into the air, exploding together.

The audience in front of the TV didn't know what was going on. They could only watch the various legs flashing past the camera and speculate that something had happened.

Gin closed his eyes, listened to the sound, found a thread among the various noises, carried almost all the sounds, and silently translated these sounds: 'This is the sound of a future gun, like Cheerful doggy things pouncing on the chickens'.

'This is the sound of police officers running around in panic, like a flock of chickens flapping their wings in panic after being attacked by a cheerful dog.'

'This is the sound of a dog strangling a chicken's neck with precision. It sounds like it's having a lot of fun.'

'This is the sound of a dog carelessly returning to comfort the hostages, as if he was teaching his puppies to hunt and found that the puppies were too frightened, so he temporarily let go and licked their fur.'

'This is the sound of a dog scaring a dog'.

'This is the sound of a dog driving straight in and out seven times. It has had enough fun and is a little boring, so it casually grabs the car and plans to escape.'

'This is……

"Hey, why are you following me?"

A voice from the future suddenly sounded.

Very close, as close as if he was talking to the microphone hanging on the camera.

Gin immediately opened his eyes and looked.

On the TV, the scene of legs hurriedly coming and going was gone, replaced by the interior of a police car.

The camera was in the back seat of the car, pointing under the driver's seat, and caught the hem of a brown coat.

The brown coat was casually taken off, revealing the original black hoodie. The owner of the voice sounded in a good mood and was still talking: "Ah, I'm sorry, you jumped up in panic first, and then I followed. of,"

"This car is great, but it's a pity that I haven't learned how to use the siren. Otherwise, no one would dare to stop me while driving with the siren on. It's very cool."

Not a hint of hostility.

The owner of the black hoodie seemed to be talking to a friend, with a casual tone and an obvious smile. After just a moment of listening, a child could tell that he was in a good mood.

The photographer noticed it, so the camera shook and moved up a little.

Just when the head of the owner of the black hoodie was about to be photographed, and the collar and neck appeared on the TV screen, the camera was suddenly pressed down by a hand.

That hand touched the camera casually, like touching a dog, "Don't take pictures of your face."

"I'm laughing. The instructor will definitely be angry when he sees it, and he might even punish me."

"Are you ready? I'm about to start racing. Oops, I seem to have forgotten to tell you in advance."

"What a shame."

(End of this chapter)