A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

Liang Yu squatted in the corner, looking at Lu Yuan, her throat dry and sore.

He filmed Gu Chenzhou for half a month and thought he had seen Lu Yuan at his strongest.

Only now do I realize that the coldness in the footage is just the part he chooses to show the audience.

Old Mai remained silent. An absurd thought flashed through his mind: the detective in the script should be changed.

No, it can't be changed!

If the story were written based on Lu Yuan's level of skill, the platform would probably invite him for tea after just one episode.

The leader stared at Lu Yuan for two seconds before removing the gun from the girl's forehead.

"You, come out."

Lu Yuan didn't move.

"If I come out, you'll lose one hostage buffer. What you need most right now is a greater density of hostages, not a heroic standoff."

The leader choked.

The third robber yelled, "Brother, don't waste your breath on him, the police are coming!"

Police sirens blared outside, and police cars came one after another.

Red and blue flashes of light shot through the glass windows into the hall, bouncing wildly on the walls.

The commercial street has been closed.

The sound from the loudspeaker came from outside.

"Listen up, you inside! You are surrounded by the police. Put down your weapons, release the hostages, and do not harm innocent people."

The leader cursed, grabbed a lighting technician to stand by the window, and hid behind the soundproofing panel.

The other two robbers also pushed the hostages towards the middle, while they themselves blocked the left and right doorways and the back doorway respectively.

A very standard hijacking formation.

In the middle of the hostages, the gunmen positioned themselves at various angles, all exits were locked, and human shields were used to block the view from the windows.

These three people were panicked, but they didn't lose their minds!

……

Outside the office building.

Police cars blocked the commercial street like an iron barrel.

A police cordon was set up at the entrance, and a bank security guard was carried onto an ambulance. He had been shot in the shoulder but was still conscious.

Special police officers advanced from the staircases on both sides and the rooftop of the adjacent shop, while snipers seized the rooftop of the opposite building and the GG sign platform.

The command vehicle door opened.

Jiang Yan got out of the car, her face stiff.

When she first received the report, she thought she had misheard.

A bank robbery occurred, involving the crew of the TV series "Dark Detective" and more than thirty hostages.

Even after working as a criminal investigator for so many years, putting these words together made her want to swear.

Police report from the scene.

"There are three suspects, armed with AKs. They had just failed to rob a bank and fled into the film set. The scene was crowded with people, including actors, crew members, and extras."

Jiang Yan put on her headset: "Sniping conditions?"

The SWAT team leader handed over the tablet.

The thermal imaging image is very messy.

Soundproofing panels, reflective props, makeshift walls, and piles of hostages were all mixed together. The location of the hijackers was discernible, but it was heavily obscured by the hostages.

"Don't fire. The angle is too small, and the chance of friendly fire is too high."

Through the window glass, a familiar figure could be seen crouching at the edge of the hostages in the lobby.

Jiang Yan's temple throbbed. "Lu Yuan!"

The technician next to him asked, "Team Leader Jiang, do you know anyone inside?"

Jiang Yan did not answer.

......

In the lobby, the gun barrel was removed from the forehead of the girl in the makeup team.

Lu Yuan retreated back to the group of hostages, and as he squatted down, he casually pressed down the hem of his windbreaker, his right palm grazing the ground.

He caught a piece of broken glass from a chandelier in his palm.

Lu Yuan lowered his head, shrinking into the corner like all the terrified hostages, his hands hidden inside his knees, and turned slightly.

The scene in the hall was reflected bit by bit by the broken glass.

The number one robber, behind a load-bearing pillar, has his gun pointed at the hostage area.

The second robber is next to the fire door on the left.

The third robber stood by the back door curtain, his gaze fixed on the window.

Three AKs.

Thirty-six hostages.

There are fifteen obstacles.

Available noise equipment includes two high-power monitor speakers and one on-site mixing power supply.

Lu Yuan pressed the glass shard into his palm.

Outside, police lights flashed across the windows intermittently.

The loudspeaker blared.

"Listen up, you inside! You are surrounded. Lay down your weapons, release the hostages, and stop fighting!"

Standard announcement, textbook procedure.

But for a robber whose emotions are about to break down, it's like throwing water into a pot of boiling oil.

The leader's suppressed anger was reignited by the sounds from outside.

He kicked over the prop table, scattering the prop ledgers and cash all over the floor.

"Shut up! If you shout again, I'll kill someone!"

He grabbed the butt of his rifle and pointed it at the front row of hostages.

Song Ze was squatting there, his whole body pressed against the wall, wishing he could squeeze himself into a crack in the wall.

The leader grabbed him by the collar. "You, get up!"

Song Ze's legs went weak and he couldn't stand up. His knees scraped the ground, and his voice cracked.

"No, don't kill me, I'm just an actor..."

The leader grabbed him by the collar and dragged him towards the door. "Actors are better! The police are afraid of them!"

Song Ze kicked his legs wildly on the ground, his shoes scraping through the blood and ash.

"Teacher Lu! Director Liang! Save me! I don't want to die!"

Liang Yu's jaw ached from clenching it.

The fear that had just been suppressed rose up again from the crowd.

The stagehand held his head in his hands, his eyes tightly shut. Someone in the makeup team was quietly chanting Buddhist prayers.

Chen Xing moved half a step closer to Lu Yuan, but fearing that making too big a move would attract gunfire, he could only shrink himself into a ball.

Lu Yuan watched as Song Ze was dragged toward the door.

If the hostages are pushed to the door, the windows will be sealed off during a police raid.

The robbers had human shields, doors, load-bearing pillars, and crossfire.

At that point, all that's left is negotiation. The longer the negotiations go, the more variables there are!

......

Outside the office building.

Jiang Yan stood beside the command vehicle, binoculars pressed against her eyes.

Seeing Song Ze being dragged towards the door, her jawline tightened.

The SWAT team leader lowered his voice beside him.

"Captain Jiang, the situation is bad. There are too many obstructions in the hall; all three suspects are hiding behind load-bearing pillars and temporary partitions. The hostage has been pushed to the doorway, and our assault angles are completely useless."

He tapped the thermal image on the tablet.

"Sniping offers no opening, and a forced assault would result in hostage casualties. The negotiating team is still en route."

Jiang Yan did not reply.

She stared at the window, its surface a jumbled mess of light and shadow, feeling annoyed!

Inside the hall, the leader had already dragged Song Ze to the door.

Song Ze cried so hard his voice was full of tears, "I have money! I'll give you money! Let me go..."

The leader slapped him.

"Speak again, and I'll kill you right now!"

"Listen up, you guys outside! I need a car! A car without GPS! And a driver!"

Lu Yuan didn't look at the doorway.

He started to move, taking advantage of the commotion caused by the hostages pushing back, and slowly moved to the side of the recording equipment.

That was a bank prop set up by the film crew, with a monitor connected to it for on-site sound recording.

There was some commotion just now, but the lines weren't broken, and the mixing console is still lit up.

Lu Yuan gripped the edge of the power supply platform with his right hand, his fingertips touching the main output button.

My left hand reached out from behind the cardboard box and touched the window shade.

The slab had been pierced by the bullet, leaving a thin crack that faced the side building outside.

He flipped his wrist over, facing the direction from which the police lights were shining.