Just as Ziliang expected, soon a group of police officers arrived at the scene. Nearly ten police cars surrounded the bank directly. A police officer walked to the crowd, picked up a loudspeaker, and shouted at the bank: "Listen to the people inside, this is the Gotham police. You have been surrounded, put down your weapons, and come out to surrender."

These few words are the most classic nonsense, just like a child saying "don't cry" when he is given an injection and shouting "Stop" when he is chasing someone. He is useless when he is talking, and he always feels that there is nothing missing if he doesn't say it. Moreover, this behavior clearly tells the robber: "Look! I'm the head here!"

From the criminal's perspective, this kind of yelling with loudspeakers is like mockery and insulting IQ. If the prisoner in the bank wants to resist, the first person who was caught in the fire is definitely the one who has the horn and has not run away.

After a while, seeing that the person inside was not moving, the sheriff signaled to the riot team behind to prepare and might forcefully rush in later.

But at this moment, a few pieces of paper were posted on the bank window, which said: "Stop shouting, this is my phone number." And there was a string of phone numbers below.

The sheriff was stunned for about a second: "Damn it, what the hell?" He cursed, but he still put down the speaker, took out his cell phone and dialed the phone.

Soon, the phone was connected.

"Hey! This is Gotham police. You are surrounded. Put down your weapons and come out to surrender!" He repeated the opening remark just now.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a timid voice came from the phone: "I...I am a hostage..."

"Ah?" The sheriff was stunned again: "Where is the robber?"

At this moment, the phone seemed to have been handed over to another person.

"Hey, I'm the one you are looking for. Who are you..."

This sounds very calm, and it should be a robber.

"I'm Sheriff Tom Hill."

"I'm honored to talk to you, you can call me Ziliang directly."

Sheriff Tom Hill frowned slightly: "Okay, Mr. Ziliang, it seems you don't seem to be very panicked, so I define you as a veteran with some experience for the time being. Then you should already understand your situation. You are surrounded, so..."

"So I have only one way to choose now, that is, open the bank door obediently and go out to surrender, right?" Ziliang interrupted the other party and said, "But unfortunately, I don't want to do this."

"Then what do you want to do?" Hill asked.

"You don't need to know. Now, in order to save time, I'm going to say something you want to hear." Ziliang said quickly: "I don't have companions, I'm the only one in the bank. Now I have 31 hostages in my hands. They are very lucky, all of them are alive. A guard was shot in the leg, but no big blood vessel was ruptured. To put it bluntly, he would not die for a while. And I had asked his companions to bandage him and stop bleeding. Do you know what this means?"

Sheriff Hill was stunned again. First, the other party's speech speed was a little fast, and he had to cushion for a second or two before he could fully react. Second, the kidnapper was obviously a very professional veteran because he knew very well what the police were most concerned about.

But why does such a veteran put himself in such a situation where he cannot retreat?

Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, Ziliang saw that the other party didn't say anything: "Okay, then I'll explain it to you. The words just now show that I'm a conscientious kidnapper. I didn't kill any hostages. The people here are not at all dangerous now. That is to say, I didn't give you any reason to rush into the bank violently. So if I find that you want to cut off the power of the bank, and send a team of explosion-proof team to secretly remove the guardrail next to the door, or throw smoke bombs from the vent, in short, doing anything that I'm not very satisfied with, I started shooting and killing the hostages. Now I have three guns and 55 bullets. From the time when I find something wrong to you subduing me, I have the confidence to kill more than half of the people here."

Ziliang deliberately slowed down a little, making every word clear: "I think I said it clearly enough this time, and I would like to remind you that all the hostages in the bank heard these words. I turned on the recording of this call from the time I called in. Believe me, if you don't listen to the persuasion and force yourself to break into the bank, or want to do some tricks on your own, I have 100 ways to let the families of the deceased hear our conversation. You should be very clear about what your police will face afterwards."

Sheriff Hill was in a cold sweat, and he covered the tension in his tone: "What the hell do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do? Hahahaha--" Ziliang suddenly let out a creepy laugh: "You have too many questions, and I don't like your voice. I want to talk to Director Gordon. Here you have about 10 minutes to call him over. If the next phone call is not Director Gordon's voice, I think I will do something that will definitely make you regret!"

After saying that, a busy voice immediately came from the phone, and she didn't even leave any time to ask questions or explain.

"Damn it!" Hill cursed: "Contact Director Gordon, go quickly! Say something big happened here!"

He shouted at a policeman next to him... At the same time, a very ominous premonition appeared in his heart... because this robber named Ziliang gave him a sense of déjà vu, which had not appeared for many years.

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Ziliang hung up the phone very quickly and threw it to a hostage in the corner of the wall. He did not forget to yawn while saying thank you. Then, he sat on the chair like nothing happened, took out the notes, and started to flip it.

It has been three months since he came to this city. It was not until these few days that this note finally fits with the city, and some information began to slowly appear on the pages. Although it was still fragmented, Ziliang still speculated about something among these so-called information that he didn't know at all.

That is, this city called "Gotham", is no longer the city of sin that people are familiar with. Although there are still evil here, there is a big difference that has not appeared in the so-called super criminals for a long time.

On one night 7 years ago, something happened, but no one knew what happened. In short, from that night, all the super criminals disappeared... Some people said they were all locked up in the Arkham Asylum, some people said that they were all dead, but no matter what, from that day on, Gotham City became a different look.

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Chapter completed!