Inside the bank, Joey, who had already defected, tactfully picked up the ringing cell phone and quickly handed it to Yang Xu.
After the call was connected, Yang Xu asked in a relaxed tone: "Hello, who is this?"
Soon, a serious voice came from the microphone: "I am George Stacy, the Commissioner of the New York Police Department!"
Yang Xu said in a cheerful tone: "Oh! Oh! I've been waiting for a long time, Commissioner Stacy."
"But I want to know if the other request I made has been fulfilled?"
"I have already done as you requested..."
Before the commissioner could finish his words, a "bang!" sound of a gunshot was heard from the cell phone.
"Aaaah…"
The Americans who came to watch started to riot immediately after hearing the familiar gunshots.
Even the police officers did the same and quickly hid in a safe place.
But the professional female reporter with big golden wavy hair did not avoid it.
She carefully lowered her head and stood in front of the camera to explain the whole story.
Commissioner Stacy was startled by the sudden gunshot from his phone. As soon as he recovered, he anxiously shouted into the phone:
"Don't be impulsive, and don't hurt the hostages. We can negotiate!"
Yang Xu glanced at the hostages who were placing gas tanks everywhere, and said with a slightly mocking tone:
"Commissioner, I told you before that I want to play a game with you."
"And now, the game officially begins!"
As soon as the words fell, the bank's security door slowly rose.
A gas tank that was spewing fire rolled out from the gap in the door.
"What is this, a jar?!"
The novice police officers who had not experienced much could not help but ask questions when they saw the jar.
The experienced police officers had already guessed what this thing was and kept backing away.
Stacy, who also knew what it was, wasted no time questioning Yang Xu over the phone.
Instead, he grabbed the loudspeaker from Sheriff John and shouted:
"Everyone, retreat quickly, and find cover! There's a bomb!"
The tense and extremely serious orders made the police officers surrounding the bank retreat nervously.
When a group of people were evacuating urgently, the gas tank that had been burning for some time began to vibrate violently.
"boom!"
The next moment, a deafening explosion accompanied by a heat wave swept across the entire area.
The terrifying shock wave caused by the explosion blew away the surrounding obstacles and also blew away the people who were evacuating nearby by several meters.
"Ah~ah~"
"Oh, Mom!"
…
The screams of fear and the wailing of the injured for help caused a huge riot in the area.
"You bastard! What on earth do you want to do? I said we can negotiate!"
Commissioner Stacy yelled into the phone, but his slightly trembling voice seemed to be venting his inner fear.
Yang Xu guessed that the other party would roar, so he put his phone away early and successfully avoided this unnecessary sonic attack.
He glanced at the rising reputation on the panel and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, another harvest!"
"Besides, my new brain is really useful. It can even calculate the explosion time. I'm really amazing!"
After silently giving himself a thumbs up, Yang Xu picked up his phone and said to the commissioner, who was breathing heavily due to constant cursing:
"I'm just showing you my strength so you don't do anything irrational."
"After all, the game can only be played properly if both parties abide by the rules!"
Commissioner Stacy suppressed his anger and said sternly, "No matter what tricks you play, I will not let you go!"
Hearing the threat coming from behind the microphone, Yang Xu laughed a few times before slowly saying, "Then, let the game begin!"
"Next, I will release all the hostages, and all you have to do is guess where I will be!"
"Is he hiding among the hostages, hiding inside the bank, or has he escaped through some secret passage a long time ago?"
"What!"
Such strange words made Stacy's brain unable to react for a moment.
Not only him, but even the police officers around him were confused and didn't quite understand.
However, Yang Xu was too lazy to wait for them to come back to their senses, and continued to speak lazily:
"The reward for the game is a bomb. If I get caught, I'll tell you what it is."
"Now that the rules of the game have been explained, let the game begin!"
After he finished speaking, before Stacy could ask what would happen if the person was not caught, Yang Xu hung up the phone.
Not long after, the bank's security door, which was slightly deformed by the explosion, slowly rose up with a creaking sound.
All the police officers hid behind cover, nervously aiming their guns at the gate.
However, the scene behind the door was beyond the expectations of all the police officers.
They saw more than forty hostages inside the door, standing in a neat row, and two guards with injured legs were being supported by others.
Their upper bodies were wrapped in layers of white tissue paper, bulging like dumplings.
Then, a series of pleasant ringtones rang out from the phone in Stacy's hand.
Looking at a group of hostages in front of him whose situation was unclear and reporters swarming around like flies, Stacy answered the call angrily.
As soon as the phone was connected, Yang Xu's joking voice came from the microphone:
"Commissioner Stacy, you can guess right now!"
"Am I hiding among the hostages, or have I planted a bomb among the hostages?"
"Of course, you can also choose to shoot them and ruin the game."
"However, you will need to deal with the bombs hidden in the back and these journalists who can kill people."
After finishing speaking, Yang Xu did not wait for his reply, but shouted with excitement and excitement in his tone:
"Hurry up, everyone, get out and let our dear Commissioner do this happy multiple-choice question."
As soon as he finished speaking, Joey, who was standing inside the bank, faced the black muzzle of a gun in the distance, and took the first step slowly with a trembling body.
All the police officers were taking deep breaths, waiting for their commissioner's orders.
Watching the hostages walking out of the bank one by one, Stacy gritted his teeth and ordered in a deep voice:
"Don't shoot. Clear an area to isolate them. Don't let any of them escape."
"Also, John, please hurry up and urge the bomb disposal team. I need their support."
Then, he covered the microphone of his mobile phone with his hand, turned his head and whispered to the police officer beside him:
"Snipers and plainclothes officers watching around, have you spotted anyone suspicious?"
"No, Commissioner!" the police officer in question gave a simple answer, and then quickly added:
"After the explosion, there were people watching the entire perimeter of the bank, and there was no movement."