"Okay. Okay, ladies and gentlemen...be quiet." Clapton said: "Let me sort out the situation...At first, the three robbers who robbed the bank were killed by a hostage single-handedly.

It’s all gone, and that guy is a tough guy with anti-human tendencies, high IQ, and polite..."

"Yes." "That's right." "That's right." The hostages replied in unison.

"He has no accomplices at all, and he has never harmed you, and no one is locked in the vault." Clapton added.

"Yes... no." "That's right." "In a sense, he saved us."

Clapton laughed dryly: "It sounds like he has become a hero. Can anyone explain to me why this anonymous person wants to play these tricks with us?"

"Maybe he is worried about being regarded as an accomplice of the robbers by you." "Yes. Just like us, he is trapped here and is being interrogated by you." "That's right! Let me go! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

"Okay, let me confirm his appearance with you one last time...Asian, with short black hair. Wearing a long purple suit, right?" Clapton asked.

After getting a positive answer, he went to the phone and dialed the number again.

After beeping five times, Feng Bujue answered: "Any advice, officer."

"Boy, I don't know who you are or what you want to do," Clapton said, "but you're in big trouble."

"Haha...what's the trouble?" Feng Bujue smiled and said, "I'm all ears."

"I know you are not a robber, and your behavior of killing those three people can be interpreted as self-defense, or even bravery for justice, but..." Clapton said: "After you killed them, you continued to hold hostages.

He used this to threaten, trick the police, and throw large sums of cash in the bank onto the street, which is no different from robbing a bank."

"So...please tell me, Officer Clapton." Feng Bujue asked, "Am I 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 follow me back to the bureau." Clapton did not answer Feng Bujue's question, but said: "Now you have no hostages. If you don't come out, we will storm in from the main entrance.

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"Answer my question, police officer." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's request and replied in a more serious tone.

"Of course you are a criminal! Otherwise, who do you think you are?" Clapton shouted: "Hurry up and open the door and surrender."

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue muttered, "Is this your answer... Hum... interesting, really interesting." He thought for a few seconds and then said, "Okay, I'll open the door right away."

The rolling shutter door slowly rose, and the scene inside the door looked the same as when it was closed last time.

"Hands up, come out from behind the counter," Clapton said into the phone.

"Haha...I refuse." Feng Bujue replied.

Clapton had already had enough of the other party. He raised his hand and motioned to several subordinates around him to go in and arrest the person. At the same time, he tried to distract Feng Bujue on the phone: "Haven't you had enough fun? I can't

I don’t want to see anyone lose their lives today.”

Four armed police officers filed in directly from the main entrance, spread out their positions, and surrounded the counter.

Clapton held a phone in one hand and a telescope in the other, observing the situation. When he saw his men approaching the counter, his heart was already in his throat, fearing that Feng Bujue would resist and a gunfight would break out.

Unexpectedly, the next scene was...

The four police officers looked behind the counter with incomprehensible expressions. One of them reacted quickly and immediately said into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder: "Sir, there is no one here."

"What?" Clapton said instinctively.

Feng Bujue on the other end of the phone smiled: "Haha... guess what happened after closing the door just now."

"Search quickly, he must still be in that bank! He must be hiding somewhere!" Clapton was not afraid of being overheard, and said directly to the intercom.

"Hmph...are you sure?" Feng Bujue sneered.

Clapton said into the phone receiver again: "I clearly called the counter..."

"Use call forwarding." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "I was lying to you when I said the dead man's cell phone was out of battery. His cell phone had a lot of power, and it's still in my hand."

Clapton was a little belated at this moment. The other party covered the heads of the hostages, tied their hands and feet, and then said "I have accomplices mixed in". To put it bluntly, it was just to create suspicion and delay time.

Clapton thought in his mind: What he did and said before, one after another, until the door was closed... He knew very well that after that, I would be able to learn everything from the hostages.
Chapter completed!