Stupid, but only when he opens his mouth, when he closes his mouth, he is still a little smart.
After being shot in the head, the commander of the blue camp 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 pigment bullet, but the basic lethality of the sniper rifle is still there, the blue team commander was shot in the center of the eyebrow gradually red color, in the place where the red pigment has not been spread over the place seems particularly obvious.
Blue team commander's face pale a degree, I do not know whether it is a clean fall to the ground when playing dead hit the head is very painful, or by the paint sniper rifle at a distance of less than a hundred meters in the center of the eyebrow of the precise hit is very painful.
He's not moving. He's playing dead.
The camera shakes, screams erupt from the chaos of the bank and the instinctive panic of the spectators on the street.
Gin couldn't see the scene.
He raised an eyebrow, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and exhaled the smoke slowly before biting down on the butt and commenting in a nonchalant manner, "Suicidal."
This is not only to say that the police actually gave up their great advantage in the field of light, and have to make the shortcomings and avoid the strengths of the Ichijō Mirai in full bloom to go hard, or to say that the police really do not know what to do, but was forced a little bit, actually agreed to the live broadcast.
What does it mean to broadcast a bank robbery with hostages?
It means that the tiger's neck is hanging down, and he's letting the humans put the chains on him.
Bank robbery is a game.
When the player is a police officer, or a bureaucrat, there is always a little bit of thunder in calming down the situation, and the only way to really subdue the unruly robber is to see blood.
No matter how soft-hearted players, the means will always be less bright a few points, and the behavior of each other and the appropriate trade-offs are very understanding, not very concerned about the hostages.
Unfortunately, the viewers are more in the shoes of the hostages than the police and control officers.
In the live broadcast, the police's behavior is a little bit incomplete, or the action is too aggressive, or the negotiation attitude is too hard, or even just walk a little bit slower, seem to be a little bit relaxed and slow, will make the residents who are more inclined to the hostage status of the instinctive discomfort and resentment.
The police would have been destroyed in the eyes of the public.
If Gin had been a police officer, he would not have gritted his teeth, kept his head down, and stoically allowed Ichijō Mirai to put the shackles on him under a little duress.
This is not a step back, it's a step into hell.
If the police dared, it was at their own peril.
He added, "He's had enough, and he's going to end the game."
He was talking about Ichijō Mirai.
On the TV, the scene of the cameraman's shocked shadow has finally stabilized a bit, probably because the cameraman reacted to the fact that it was a drill, and that no one was shot and killed on the spot in front of him at a meter or so, that it was a faked death, and that the enemy sniper didn't mean to snipe himself out of the way.
The camera went down first, focusing on the blue commander who was playing dead on the ground.
The reporter was also shocked, and now slowly slowed down, talking still a little broken, "Uh, just, just had an accident, there was a sniper incident again, this time it was not the FBI that was sniped and killed..."
"I heard several sniper shots, it seems that the police sniper rifles also reacted at the first time, I wonder if they hit the enemy?"
The cameramen are also panning towards the bank.
They didn't catch the non-existent 'robbers getting shot', but they did catch the change inside the bank.
There were hostages coming out of the bank, hostages lined up like kindergarteners at the end of the school day, holding their hands up at the back of their heads in a neat line, slowly walking out of the bank.
Their heads were lowered, they were tense, and they walked cautiously.
When the leader of the group had gone about five or six meters out of the bank and was about to be in the middle of the bank's entrance and the police cordon, he suddenly stopped and stood still for a few seconds.
The police were still in a state of panic and anxiety due to the unfortunate death of the top police officer, but at this time there was an unusual commotion, and since the live broadcast was still going on, and there was no tough police officer to stop it, the replacement commander took temporary command.
Under the command of the police officers remained vigilant within the cordon, but tentatively closer to the hostages a few points, the voice is not too high and not too low, to maintain in the hostages can be heard, but the bank robbers can not be heard at the level of, "May I ask what is happening?"
"What do the robbers want? What do they want?"
The hostages are still head down, hands tightly protected behind the head, as if in a tense guard against something, the last hostage just standing in the doorway of the bank, the leader of the hostage is a bit hesitant to say: "They demanded that we,"
He lowered his left hand and without looking up handed a note to the police officer, his voice lowered a bit, "To deliver an important message to the police."
"There's a bomb inside the bank, they've activated it, it'll go off in five minutes."
A note.
Three days ago, before 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, but like seeing a beast of water like face slightly changed, first subconsciously withdrew a few points to show resistance, and then reacted to the front is not a robber, but to convey the message of the hostage, and the camera is still most likely to point at this side of the remote, it is a little embarrassed hastily snatched the note, fixed eyes to see.
The first line of the note is an address.
The second line was a weight: two kilograms.
The third line was even simpler: bomb.
The next line was a thank you: [I had a great time shopping, thank you very much :)].
At first glance, the police officer reacted to the fact that the address looked familiar, then reacted again, and then realized why it looked familiar: one of Tokyo's weapons depots.
Not the one where the police confirmed the loss of machine guns and smoke grenades, but another one.
So what this note means is...
They didn't just have sugar, they didn't just steal machine guns, they stole bombs?!
Two kilos?
There are many kinds of bombs, some are inferior and two kilos is nothing, but some are superior and two kilos is enough to blow up a whole bank.
The police officer's thoughts turned to panic, but before he could turn his head and run to his temporary boss, he heard the hostage in the lead say slowly, "Four minutes."
"Four minutes until the bomb explodes."
"The robber said that one minute had passed since the first officer had gotten the note, and that three minutes remained in the countdown to the bomb's explosion when the note reached the interim commander."
"He said that the lobby of the bank was now filled with enough bombs to blow up the entire bank and the buildings within a ten-meter radius of the bank, and demanded that the hostages not be allowed to leave the perimeter and that the police not retreat, or else the bombs would be activated immediately."
After a brief threat, the lead hostage added carelessly, "He also said, 'Don't delay on purpose, and at the moment the bomb is supposed to explode, I want to see everyone crouching with their heads in the air to avoid the explosion'."
"Please report back, Sergeant."
It was not quite the words of a hostage, and the message was so horrifying that the police officers reacted for a few moments, glancing at each other hurriedly, before the officer who had taken the note immediately turned his head to the interim commander.
The hostages still did not look up, the first hostage held his head and crouched down, the rest of the hostages, in order, one by one, went up with their heads hanging down and the first hostage at the same level, from a vertical line to a horizontal line.
After lining up, led by the first hostage and walked forward a few steps, walked to the front of the cordon, and again in order to crouch down one by one, like a small row of falling dominoes.
The hostage said: "The robbers demanded it."
The robbers asked for it? That's all right.
The bank robbers have made many strange demands, such as live broadcasting, volunteering to release the hostages, ordering food as if they were in a restaurant, not negotiating in the sun, and the most appropriate demand police officers have ever heard was for the police to bring in six vehicles to be used for the evacuation.
By contrast, the demand that the hostages crouch down with their heads in their hands after delivering the letter was not the most surprising.
The police officers who were closer to the bank responded without saying anything, some of them were armed and looking towards the direction of the bank, while some of them looked uneasily at the temporary commander at the back to see if they were going to give the order to retreat.
It did not take long for the temporary commander's choice to be transmitted through a number of hand signals: the inner perimeter of the police will not retreat for the time being.
Near the cordon, the police officers who knew that the robbers had sent a message about the bomb were in an uproar.
Down the street, Gin looked at some hand signals swept up by the camera and sneered, "Stupid."
The police won't retreat.
The hostages were told to stay inside the perimeter, and if they left, the bomb would go off.
If the police don't retreat, at the end of the countdown, there will be many police casualties.
But if the police retreat...
Even if it's a fake incident, even if it's a real one, the police can't retreat when there's a live broadcast. Otherwise, it's a clear message to everyone, 'Goana Nasai, we're afraid of death, we can't protect you in this life, but it's okay, we can protect you in the next life'.
The public's anger will be pinned on a pillar of shame, and in a decade or so, it may be used as a case of police-community disharmony.
At such a time, the smartest thing to do is to choose neither, or both.
That is, the outer police retreat, while the inner police stay.
In the countdown is about to end, sudden attack, forcibly seize the hostages to escape, so that the robbers can not react, even if they react, in the emergency between the explosion signal, the police and hostages have all withdrawn from the explosion area.
It does not matter if they have not completely withdrawn, as long as the police officers in front of the camera to show some in order to protect the people and sacrificed themselves, in the explosion swooped to protect the hostages, the public will rise up to favor.
That's what the interim commander is all about.
It's not a bad idea to think calmly in a hurry, and the only reason Gin calls the police stupid is because, "Big-Big brother."
Vodka stares at the TV not far away, uncertain, stumbling, "Is that..."
As he was about to blurt it out, he remembered Gin's request and changed it just in time, "Alsace?!"
He stared at the hostage figure on the TV with some disbelief.
The camera was now next to the temporary commander, and when it was pointed at the hostages, it took in their full bodies, which, unlike the commander's half-body, was somewhat more difficult to discern.
Also, the hostages had their heads down, and no one was looking up at all, so it was difficult to accurately recognize which hostage was which person on the list.
The first hostage was a young male, with undyed black hair, a little shaggy, and a large brown coat, making the hostage, who hadn't looked up at all, look like an unlucky college student.
But Vodka recognized him at a glance.
It was as if he had been followed by a wolf on the prairie and had been bitten by a real one, so that from then on, when he encountered a wolf on the prairie again, he would be instinctively afraid and keen.
With one look, Vodka was sure that the guy was not well-behaved, not unlucky, and that it was the police who should be well-behaved, and the police who should be unlucky.
And, "He's crouching?!"
Crouching with his head in his hands?
And the police are standing with a big grin on their faces?
...They're done.
They're screwed.
Gin: "It's him."
So the police are stupid, standing right in front of the culprit, not realizing it, and planning a surprise attack to take the hostages.
They're lucky if they don't get killed out of nowhere.
"This guy," Gin sneered, "won't wait for the countdown to end."
"He's good at making surprises."
Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the picture on the TV set changed again, the camera panned sharply and rolled several times on the ground, and the sudden screams, rapid unbelievable sounds and gunshots on the scene were intertwined together and exploded like fireworks rising into the air.
The viewers in front of the TV didn't know what was going on, but could only look at the various legs that flashed in front of the camera and assume that something had happened.
Gin closed his eyes and listened to the sounds, finding a thread among the various noises, picking up almost all of them, and translating them silently: 'This is the sound of Ichijō Mirai firing a gun, like a happy dog pouncing on a flock of chickens'.
'This is the sound of police officers running around in panic, as if the chickens had been pounced upon by the happy dogs and were running around flapping their wings in panic'.
'It's the sound of a dog strangling a chicken precisely, and it sounds like it's having a great time'.
'This is the sound of the dog returning with a big grin to calm the hostages, as if teaching his pups to hunt and realizing that they're too scared and letting go to lick their fur for a while'.
'This is the sound of a dog scaring its pups'.
'It's the sound of a dog that's had enough of a long drive, seven times in, seven times out, and is so bored that it grabs the car and tries to get away'.
It's...
"Hey, why are you following me?"
Ichijō Mirai's voice rang out.
It was so close, so close that it sounded like it was talking right into the microphone hanging from the camera.
Gin immediately opened his eyes.
On the TV, the scene of legs rushing in and out was gone, replaced by the interior of a police car.
The camera was in the backseat of the car, and was pointing at the bottom of the driver's seat, catching the hem of a brown jacket.
The brown jacket was casually removed, revealing the original black hoodie, and the owner of the voice sounded in a good mood, still talking: "Ah, I'm sorry, it was you who first panicked and jumped up, and then I followed,"
"This car is great, it is a pity that I have not learned how to open the alarm, or all the way to open the alarm racing must be no one dares to stop, cool."
There was no hint of hostility.
The owner of the black hoodie seemed to be talking to a friend, his tone was casual, with an obvious smile, and just by listening to him, a child could sense that he was in a good mood.
The cameraman senses this and shakes the camera up a bit.
As he was about to capture the head of the owner of the black hoodie, the collar and neck of which had already appeared on the TV screen, the camera was suddenly pressed down by a hand.
The hand touched the camera casually, as if petting a dog, "Not the face."
"I'm smiling. The instructor will get mad if he sees me. He might even punish me."
"Are you ready? I'm going to start racing. Oh, I think I forgot to tell you."
"Gomen'nasai."