Me dressed as a gin brother

"Master." Madeira couldn't bear to ask, "Why can't you choose a safer method? Do you have to use yourself as the bait?"

"This is the safest method. The organization will not be interested in other people. In the National Security Committee of the National Police Agency, only I am suitable as a bait."

Madeira said nothing.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at Kazami Yuya, "I'll leave the media to you, the sooner the better."

"Ok, I see."

"Hmm. Where's Jing Guang? Do you want to stay here?"

"No, I have other things."

For example, go back to 303 to clean up the refrigerator full of cheesecakes.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked away guiltily, pulled Madeira straight to the parking lot, and took a sigh of relief after getting in the car.

He habitually pinched the seat belt and pulled it down gently, and stopped the movement as soon as he exerted force on his wrist.He slowly turned his head to look at the root of the seat belt. A thin thread passed through the keyhole of the seat belt and tied a dead knot.

"Madera, get out of the car."

"Master?"

"I'm not sure if there is one on your side, but there should be a bomb on my side." Kurosawa Hideaki pinched the square buckle of the seat belt.

Both releasing and continuing to pull may trigger the bomb, but if he keeps this action, he will not be able to confirm where the bomb is, nor can he dismantle it himself.

How to do?

"Call the Explosive Division and ask them to send bomb disposal personnel." Kurosawa Hideaki calmly told Madeira, "Get out of the car and stay away."

"I'm afraid it won't work," Madeira refused. "It's like a weight-triggered bomb."

what?

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at Madeira, and his eyes fell on the card he was holding.

The card made of coated paper has a slight reflection under the light of the street lamp outside, and the content on it cannot be seen clearly from this angle.

"Attention the vain and cunning Mr. Bright Lantern." Madera paused, squeezed the card tightly, and even wanted to throw the slanderous card out of the window.

He endured it before continuing to read: "We are a group of Knights of the Round Table. We will hold the biggest celebration in ten years this month. I would like to inform you that I hope that the fireworks lit with weights before the reunion will not become your farewell salute to the world. ... see you next time."

Madeira took a heavy breath and gritted her teeth, "Who is it!"

"Don't be angry." Kurosawa Hideaki squeezed the detonating wire of the bomb to comfort him, "Show me the card."

Madeira leaned on the back of the driver's seat, tried to keep the center of gravity of her body stable, pinched a corner of the card, and stretched her arms to show it in front of Kurosawa Hideaki.

This is a small card printed on coated paper.

The quality is not good, it may be printed with a self-provided printer or a small printing shop with low configuration on the roadside.

The "we" in this passage appears too many times, more than the number of times the prisoner would use it in a normal group crime.

With so much emphasis on the word, either the "Knights of the Round Table" is actually only one person.

Or, there are indeed many "Knights of the Round Table", but their division of labor is not very clear, so they emphasize "we" when writing threatening letters so that they can share the blame after the incident.

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his head slightly, looking at the first sentence on the card.

"The vain and cunning Mr. Bright Lantern...?"

What a coincidence, Rum sent someone to test whether gin and zero were really loyal to the organization in the afternoon.

In the evening, someone was sent to test whether he really had mind reading skills. Not long after the two tests were dealt with, he received such a threatening letter.

Even if Rum stood in front of him and said, "It's nothing to do with me." He wouldn't believe it.

This man has eagerness carved on his face, and he will not give up until he gets a definite answer.

Rum is the one who cares about it, but not the one who wrote the card.

The person who wrote this card is obviously not a quick temper, and even quite patient.

He is self-centered, has no normal sense of right and wrong, is about 30 years old, has poor interpersonal relationships, is not good at getting along with others, cannot integrate into society, and lacks normal communication.

A bit childish, this kind of childishness is also vividly displayed on the provocation card.

"Madeira, can you bring the card closer? I want to smell it."

Madeira tilted the back of his hand, flipped his arm, and held the card to the tip of his nose.

Kurosawa Hideaki sniffed it. The smell of ink was very strong. The prisoner was indeed using a cheap printer.

——not too rich to rent a state-of-the-art laser printer.

or……

— is a fugitive.

Of course, it is impossible for a desperado who hides his head and shows his tail to use a laser printer under the surveillance of public places.

According to the profile, the possibility of a fugitive is higher, and he is a habitual offender with a criminal record.

His technique is very skillful, and there is not too much information left on this card.

Very clean.

"Okay, Madeira." Kurosawa Hideaki closed his eyes and leaned back on the neck pillow, "I want to go home to take a shower and eat, so I'll call the Explosion Division and Police Officer Megure directly, and let them make noise when they come smaller."

"Is the prisoner still around?"

Madeira looked out of the window sideways. The parking lot of the police hospital was pitch black, and the surrounding area was very empty. There was no place to hide.

"It's gone." Kurosawa Hideaki closed his eyes wearily, "I have to think about the media campaign tomorrow. They can't bring the media with great fanfare and report: Kurosawa Hideaki was trapped in the car by a bomb. Then tomorrow the police department will say : We put a certain organization together."

"Inappropriate, credibility will decline."

"Then it's better not to call the Explosive Division and Officer Megure." Madeira looked through the address book, "If they know that you are in danger, they will probably forget the last bit of calm."

Kurosawa Hideaki had a bad feeling, "Could it be that you want to—"

"Hello? . . . yes sir."

Kurosawa Hideaki wrinkled his face in pain.

"No, we are ready to come back." Madeira caught a glimpse of Kurosawa Hideaki's expression, and suddenly thought that the young master was sick when he was a child, and he would secretly show this expression when he drank the bitter potion.

"No, no. The young master didn't want to play outside... We ran into a little trouble when we got into the car. The young master is now pulling the detonating wire of a bomb. The bomb is triggered by weight and the fuse. The location is in the car. On the outer chassis, none of us can get out of the saddle to defuse a bomb."

"...the address is at the police hospital, yes... ok, I'll tell him."

"What does my brother want to tell me?" When it came to gin, Kurosawa Hideaki's pain of being "accused" lasted only 30 seconds.

Madeira looked at his expectant expression and evoked a gentle smirk, "He said: let you wait."

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

Madeira's report is still conservative, and my brother definitely didn't say that.

What he said should be: wait for me.

But he didn't let someone install the bomb on purpose, so he should be blamed too!

When gin arrives, he must shout to him with the loudest voice: Brother, please be reasonable!

No, no.

This title and sentence pattern are not imposing, so I have to change it.

Kurosawa Hideaki thought for a few minutes, his mind went blank.

Forget it, let’s use the sentence just now.

Just replace the title "brother".

'Brother, please be reasonable. '

Heizi Xiuming looked out the window, pretended to be standing there, and imitated with his breath what he was going to say after seeing Gin.

Very good, perfect.

But when he really saw gin getting out of the car in his normal uniform, Kurosawa Hideaki couldn't say anything.

Gin didn't even bother to close the door of the Porsche, and walked quickly to Madeira's car.

"How about it?"

"Hmm...it's nothing, but my hands are a little sore." Kurosawa Hideaki muttered in a low voice while keeping his hands pulled sideways and backwards, "I didn't do it on purpose this time."

Gin didn't say a word, took out the toolbox and touched the bomb along the fishing line coming out from the bottom of the car door.

The bomb was set on the upper parking space in Madeira.

Judging from the direction of the first half of the lead, it seems that it is installed under Kurosawa Hideaki's seat, but in fact it is in the completely opposite direction.

If they hadn't discovered that it was a weight-detonated bomb, the bomb would still have exploded the moment Madeira got out of the car alone.

Gin deftly removes the casing.

He spent more time in the organization with bombs and guns than with politicians.

Besides...

This kind of bomb... Rum used it against the traitors.

On the day he promised to meet Xiu Ming at the Ferris Wheel in the Tropical Paradise, one of Rum's "traitors" died after triggering the bomb.

Gin paused as he cut the copper wire, raised his upper body, and sure enough saw Kurosawa Hideaki who was trying to watch him dismantle the bomb.

"...Sit down, the sensing device has not been removed yet."

"Oh." Kurosawa Hideaki sat down obediently, and waited for a while, but he didn't hear his brother's voice again.

why is it like this!

Don't want to just think of the exciting part?

And after that?What about the scene where I met him in the Ferris wheel afterwards?What does brother think?

Gin: "The detonating wire is removed, let go."

Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly let go, his wrist stiffened after unloading the force, and he came to the door belatedly after feeling sore and soft, and gasped in pain.

"hiss--"

"Okay." Gin threw the dismantled bomb into the back seat, walked around to Xiu Ming's side and opened the car door, "Take my car and go back. Madeira's car has a bomb and it will be dealt with by the police department."

Kurosawa Hideaki widened his eyes in astonishment.

What is 'bomb to the police department'?

This, so official?

"I thought you would bring the bomb back to the organization." Kurosawa Hideaki murmured.

Gin frowned, "What?"

"It's nothing." Kurosawa Hideaki answered immediately, and quickly got out from the co-pilot. From the corner of his eye, he saw Gin put his palm on the door frame.

He snickered, he didn't even want him to hit the top of the car door, and he would empty the magazine first when pointing Beretta at him.

Just say on the phone: 'Wait for me'.

ha!Paper tiger!

Kurosawa Hideaki quickly turned around, facing his brother face to face, reached out and hugged his brother whose back was dirty because of the bomb disposal, "Thank you for coming to save me."

Qin Jiu's muscles tensed up, and he finally relaxed when he wanted to push people away.Kurosawa Hideaki seemed to have counted the time, so he let go, and slid to the co-pilot of the Porsche.

The shirt that was missing the hem was blown up by the wind, revealing a little dust print on the back of the waist.

Kurosawa Hideaki pinched the collar of his shirt uncomfortably and shook it, trying in vain to shake out all the steam inside.

He touched his hot ear with his fingertips.

Great, this is the first time since we met, he took the initiative to hug!

So exciting!