novelden Chapter 1330: Wound the enemy 1, lose 12 of your own
Chapter 1330: Wound the enemy 1, lose 12 of your own
Chapter 1330 Wound the enemy by a thousand, lose twelve thousand of your own.
"Those who came to the bank alone, stand up and come one by one to get the tape. You guys go and gag those who came in groups, and tie their hands behind their backs! Since they all came alone, you won't go easy on strangers, will you? Of course, if the inspection fails, you guys will also be punished!"
"What's the point of this?!" Judy couldn't help but mutter in a very soft voice.
It's not that there are no ways to confirm whether two people know each other when they are complete strangers. In fact, the FBI provides a lot of training in this area. After all, the FBI is also a type of police force in a strict sense, and it has many law enforcement missions. This kind of training is necessary.
The question is, given the haste and amateurishness of these robbers, even if someone is lying, can they tell?
The claim that "people who come alone will not show mercy" is even more ridiculous. In fact, the fact that they could come up with such a loose management method as having hostages deal with other hostages is already laughable.
The purpose behind this is so clear, so obvious, that it cannot be ignored.
Meanwhile, Conan, who was hiding on one side of the corridor, was saying the same thing to Tang Ze.
"Their behavior is very strange," Conan analyzed logically. "In modern times, normal bank robberies are all well-prepared in advance. In addition to attire and weapons, they also include escape routes and methods for disposing of stolen goods. Taking advantage of their superior equipment and firepower, they can empty the bank as quickly as possible and escape before the police can react. This is the most effective and safest method."
From this perspective, this may also be why teams like Akemi Miyano have the highest success rate.
These robbery teams typically consist of a limited number of roles, including the driver, the planner, and the perpetrator. With prior reconnaissance and thorough preparation, they can indeed steal a considerable sum of money before the police arrive. Only a few cases that unexpectedly escalate into a standoff will turn into the situation we see now, where all entrances and exits are closed and the operation devolves into a kidnapping.
One successful example is Akemi Miyano. She stole one billion yen in cash in one go, which weighed a full 100 kilograms and filled five 28-inch suitcases. She and only three others completed the heist, demonstrating her efficiency and the feasibility of her plan.
All of the above demonstrates that there is a reason why the modern bank robbery model pioneered by Herman Ram has stood the test of time and continues to be adopted by major criminal gangs, remaining relevant and relevant over time.
Today's robbers are clearly the type who have some clever tricks up their sleeves.
"That's really strange."
Outside the bank, watching the SWAT team surround the small roller shutter door, Ai Haibara came to a similar conclusion.
"Before the police even arrived, and before anyone noticed, they locked the door themselves. Isn't that like trapping themselves inside and waiting for the police to arrest them? Usually, even when taking hostages, kidnappers will choose a few key, easily controlled individuals, such as women and children, and then demand tools or conditions from the police that would facilitate their escape—"
"Uh, maybe they realized something was wrong and they had nowhere to escape?" Dr. Agasa thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with a solution.
"No, I think this shows that they made some preparations and had the confidence to escape unscathed under such circumstances." Ai Haibara thought to herself and took out her phone.
It's not that we need to ask anyone for help; in this situation, apart from having the police handle it, we basically have to wait for the people inside to save themselves.
She wanted to ask Noah if there was any way to obtain information about what was happening inside.
Generally speaking, bank systems need to be connected to the internet and are monitored. Not to mention that Conan Edogawa's mobile phone is also one of the Noah protection and monitoring points.
As soon as the screen lit up, Ai Haibara paused for a moment, then made a helpless expression.
A cute little character is sitting on the icon on her screen, seemingly bored and shaking his head. When he notices that the screen seems to be activated, he immediately makes a sign-raising motion, and a bubble pops up above his head.
The little figure held up a bubble with two lines of text inside. The round, blunt characters looked like a child's handwriting, which was very cute.
The leader said, "Don't worry, he's here."
Is that guy inside too? Or has he already found a way in?
Honestly, they knew there was a problem, but they didn't even give a heads-up.
Ai Haibara clicked the bubble, both amused and exasperated, to indicate that she understood, and her mood did indeed calm down.
If Tang Ze were to come, at the very least, he wouldn't let the children get hurt and would protect them.
Regardless of one's identity —
"So you think they're planning to stage an accident to confuse the identities of the hostages and the kidnappers, and then leave safely as victims after the police break in?" Tang Ze concluded after listening to Conan's analysis.
To be fair, Conan's logical analysis skills are truly remarkable.
Without even considering the segmentation, the fact that so much could be analyzed from the other party's innovative and ingenious behavior patterns suggests that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Conan alone could have resolved the entire incident.
"Yes. In this situation, they started shooting and injuring people right from the beginning, clearly not intending to negotiate with the police. They didn't even prepare a basic vehicle, but instead carried over several large boxes. This is all too abnormal." Conan turned his head and looked at the end of the brightly lit corridor, saying in a deep voice, "I suspect that what's in the boxes is what they're after."
"You mean—?" Tang Ze turned his head.
"Isn't it obvious?" Conan pushed up his glasses.
"bomb."
Pretending to be alone, Judy blended into the line of people getting up to collect duct tape. She approached the robber and also the bank manager who was busy moving banknotes from the ATM. After observing the location of the banknotes and the boxes for a while, she quickly came to a conclusion, and her heart began to race.
This bank is just a small branch in Shibuya, not a large regional headquarters. Even if it has a cold storage facility like a large vault, it would definitely be very small.
In other words, it wouldn't even be a chance for a bomb to hit them.
Therefore, it can be easily deduced that these bombs were not tools for their robbery, but rather tools for their "escape".
The contents of these boxes are enough to blow through the walls of shops in Shibuya and allow escape, but they are more than enough to kill several people.
As Judy figured all this out, she cursed inwardly.
Using a bomb in such a confined space, no matter what they were trying to do, anyone with basic logical thinking should be able to figure out that it's impossible to control the blast radius and damage.
If one is not careful, it could cause a deflagration or blow up other items in the hall, potentially resulting in half of the thirty-odd people here being killed or injured.
Who taught them to rob a bank like that?! Come out here, you're sent to heaven to join Herman Ram!
"Hurry up!" Seeing her hesitate and not take the tape back, the impatient robber jabbed her arm a few times with the muzzle of his gun, urging her to speed up.
Judy made a pitiful and bewildered expression, meaning she hadn't understood their instructions, which successfully made the robber roll his eyes very obviously and drive her back into the crowd.
Judy turned her back, tightened her grip on the duct tape, and silently calculated the area of the hall, checked the cover, and considered how to effectively subdue the group.
To call them professional is an understatement; their robbery plan was so blatantly absurd it looked like a first-year college group project. Yet, to call them amateurish is another matter; their crossfire strategy was quite effective. Unless the diagonal positions shifted, it would be difficult to guarantee that after quickly taking down one person, they could find cover to defend against fire from other directions.
This is really tricky.
However, no matter how slowed her pace, the few meters she covered were only enough for her to observe the environment and the current situation and make a basic judgment. Right now, whatever her plans were, she had no choice but to take action first and tie up the other hostages.
Her gaze naturally fell on the man in the baseball cap.
Whether he is Shuichi Akai or not, this is a good opportunity to test the waters.
At least, we can take this opportunity to confirm the condition of the scars on his face, whether they are real or fake, and if they are real, whether further treatment is needed, and whether they could have been caused by a car accident or burns.
Judy's gaze darkened as she thought of the charred corpse she had seen at the police station.
Shuichi, am I not trustworthy enough? Why? Why won't you tell me what to do? Why won't you tell me your plans?
Conan watched as the hostages in the hall nervously and timidly used duct tape to seal the eyes and mouths of the others, then bound their hands with the tape. He looked up and winked at Goro Akechi.
Rather than controlling the hostages, the robbers were more interested in blinding and rendering the others present unable to speak, so that once everyone was tied up, no one could see what they were going to do.
At that point, all they need to do is swap the hoods and coats onto any unfortunate person, detonate the bomb, and when the police arrive, they'll see the robbers who died in the explosion and dozens of victims caught in the blast. They'll then be able to successfully infiltrate the hostages without worrying about escaping.
—How should I put it? This line of thinking feels familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before.
Well, anyway, once they complete their plan step by step, they'll definitely need to pose as hostages before the bomb explodes.
In other words, as long as you wait quietly on the sidelines, once this group has planted the bombs, they will limit their own firepower and lethality, and may even tie each other up.
Considering they didn't really search the scene thoroughly, this was a classic case of self-inflicted harm. Having seen so many different types of criminals, this is the first time I've seen someone so adept at handling their own situation.
The only concern is probably how to defuse the bomb.
Tang Ze nodded perfunctorily, his attention completely off Conan's signal.
He stared at Jodie, who had already started applying tape to Akai's scarred face, his expression of amusement and schadenfreude not even bothering to hide it.
To be fair, Vermouth's ability to disguise herself is absolutely trustworthy.
Her disguise technique combines special effects makeup, mask making, and various special makeup techniques. It is inherited from Kuroba Toichi's magic methods and is more vivid than ordinary special effects makeup. Even if you get very close, it is difficult to find any flaws in the makeup. It is waterproof and dustproof. Although it cannot simulate the subtle facial muscles, it is close enough to the skin and can make many micro-expressions.
Therefore, the mask that Amuro Tooru is currently using is definitely uncomfortable to wear.
To make it realistic and deceptive, he drew such a thick layer of scars on his face and even had to simulate the texture of blood vessels and healed scars. Vermouth must have done a lot of work.
If you just stick the tape on like that and then try to peel it off later, the damage will inevitably be disastrous.
Putting everything else aside, for safety reasons, the robbers prepared very environmentally unfriendly, extremely sticky tape. No matter what material it is, his mask will definitely leave residue!
Tang Ze strongly suspects that the main reason Amuro Tooru didn't stay to continue interacting with Jodie after the robbery wasn't because of any mystery surrounding his character, but because the mask, after being taped on, was barely functional around the mouth, but the eyes were definitely beyond repair, so he could only sneak away in a sorry state to have Vermouth repair it.
The more handsome you look with a long face, the more pathetic you look when you cover your face and run away.
Conan noticed that his gaze was fixed on a certain spot in the room, as if he was attracted by something, and followed his gaze.
Just then, Judy, with a vengeful gesture, ripped off the tape and stuck it around the man's face. When she tied his wrists, she wrapped it around them several times without any politeness.
Her actions didn't seem like she was binding other victims; rather, they gave off the impression that if no one else was around, she would strangle this person to death.
The loud noise of her tearing the tape drew the attention of the other hostages, and even made the kidnappers' eyelids twitch.
This foreign woman really knows how to cause trouble!
"You! It's you! How can you be so noisy? Don't you know how to do things properly?!" Having lost his patience, the robber changed his mind. He abandoned any talk of dealing with the situation later and directly ordered his supervisors, "You guys, tie her up! Tie her feet up too, don't let her move!"
The masks were all stretched taut, giving the impression that Jodie was inflicting a thousand damage on the enemy while also suffering a thousand and two hundred damage herself.
Wait, what did Shuichi Akai do to the FBI team members?
If you encounter a comrade whose fate is unknown, it's understandable not to come over and check on them—you could say it's out of caution, worrying about whether it's a scheme by the organization. But why is there this air of hatred now, like, "You're not quite dead yet? If you're not quite dead yet, I'll make sure you are!"
Tang Ze, who had barely managed to suppress his laughter by covering his mouth, felt that his mask hadn't deformed, but his own mask was about to deform from trying to hold back his laughter.
To be fair, Vermouth does have some sense; this is quite a funny situation, isn't it?