"Is this 'Anonymous' the latest 'super criminal' to emerge?" Clapton grabbed his sparse hair with one hand and gritted his teeth and said, "Has he really escaped?

"Thinking of this, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the sniper responsible for monitoring the rooftop of the building: "Newman, can you be sure that no one has come out of the vent?"

"Uh...yes, sir."

"I mean. Are you 100% sure that your eyes have never moved away from that vent?"

The other party thought for a few seconds: "Well... sir. I can't stare at the same place every second. There may be several intervals of more than ten seconds, and I focus on the street and the gate."

"Damn it!" Clapton cursed, then breathed angrily and adjusted his tone: "Okay, come down, Newman." He adjusted the frequency again: "Other snipers, also withdraw.

Come on, put the rifle back on the equipment truck and go to the street to help." He adjusted another frequency and connected to the tactical team, "Team 2, Team 3, leave three people on the street behind, and everyone else will also arrive.

Come to the bank door to help."

After all, Clapton was the top commander at the scene. Even though he was more angry and frustrated than anyone else, he still had to do his duty and arrange for his subordinates to clean up the mess: "Notify the bureau and send a logistics team to the scene to collect evidence. Others

People, come with me and search every room and corner here to see if there are any other gangsters or hostages." He spoke into the intercom and returned to the corridor.

At this point, Clapton had basically confirmed that he had met a "super criminal."

Feng Bujue's previous series of actions, coupled with his calm attitude, showed that this "Anonymous" was by no means an easy person. His behavior was erratic and unpredictable. He killed the robbers;

took hostages; tricked the police; sprinkled millions of cash on the street; released all the hostages; killed three policemen...

Hero? Outlaw? Robin Hood? Terrorist? Humanitarian? Killer?

He is like a metronome, swinging back and forth between good and evil, exuding an aura of madness, but also possessing meticulous thinking and outstanding action capabilities. If he hadn't heard the hostages describe Feng Bujue's appearance, Clapton

It definitely reminds me of a mental patient in Arkham Asylum.

"Sir, maybe he is still hiding in the ventilation duct?" asked a young police officer in the corridor.

"You're right, then you'll be responsible for checking." Clapton replied with a wry smile. In his opinion, Feng Bujue must have escaped. He would never have imagined that the other party was actually hiding a few meters away from him.

Far away...

"Uh...am I alone? Where to start?" the young police officer asked again.

"Hey... listen, rookie, when you work in Gotham City long enough, you will understand that there are some criminals that cannot be dealt with using conventional methods." Clapton said in a class tone: "Just a few

With just a few seconds of relaxation, they can slip through the sight of a sniper and disappear forever. Some of these guys can fly over walls, some can use their bodies to release nerve gas, and some can bite half of your body off in one bite. Do you think the clown can do that?

Hiding in the ventilation ducts? Two-Face, Riddler, will they hide in the ventilation ducts?" Clapton shook his head: "I've seen too many things like this today... If you want to check it out, go ahead.

, others follow me."

Clapton's thoughts also reflect the thoughts of most police officers in Gotham City. Even Commissioner Gordon cannot deny that the person who can save the city is Batman, and the police's job is to clean up for him

battlefield.

The young police officer held up the hat on his head and replied seriously: "Yes, sir." He looked around for a few times, and his eyes soon stopped at the vent in the control room.

The entrance to the ventilation duct was located at the highest point of the wall, close to the ceiling. Although the explosion deformed the locker, it did not prevent the police officer from climbing up.

With a push of his hands, he flipped his upper body onto the top of the cabinet. After his center of gravity moved to the top, his legs were lifted up as well. Then, he reached out to reach for the baffle of the ventilation duct... (To be continued...
Chapter completed!