Chapter 35 Chapter 35 That car...

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There seemed to be another person sitting in the car. Seeing this, he rushed out from the passenger seat, his face pale and his voice trembling, "You, you killed someone?!"

"No, he just fainted!" the man growled impatiently, "Come and help!"

"Huh?" The cowardly man in the car quickly stepped out upon hearing this, whispering, "But, we just installed the explosives... and we have to hide from the police later..."

The man sneered, "There's a student from one school being held hostage, so the police don't dare chase us."

"That's too dangerous. It's better to leave him here..."

The passenger in the passenger seat fell silent when he saw the figure's face revealed.

His gaze was fixed on the other person's face, and confusion and daze flashed in his eyes.

A good-looking person.

He couldn't help but get closer to look at this extremely beautiful face.

The other person was wearing a white, slightly loose T-shirt, which made the red marks on his neck from being pinched appear even more vivid, and gave him a sense of lust as if he had been tortured.

The passenger in the passenger seat watched in stunned silence as the man put the person in the trunk. He gritted his teeth and gasped, "We're going to be rich soon. Isn't it normal to keep someone as a sponsor? We knocked him out just in case."

"Supporting... why do you say that?" The co-pilot's companion murmured, "Since we've decided on him, we must respect him and there can't be anyone else."

"Is that the point?" the man rolled his eyes. "You're such a conservative guy. You have so much money, yet you're still so stuck in the old ways."

"I'm..." The co-pilot's companion wanted to say something, but the man, probably annoyed, turned his head and looked at him, "Forget it. You're the same as me. You're already the perpetrators of his kidnapping. No matter how much you defend him, he won't be grateful."

"Why not just be a bad guy? Don't you feel moved at all? Don't you want to taste him at all?"

The co-pilot's companion gasped.

He looked at the person in the trunk.

A figure curled up in the dark and narrow space, his long gray hair disheveled in the struggle just now spread all over the trunk, even the protruding blue veins on the back of his hands were beautiful. As the car door slowly closed, his eyelashes drooped, like a gift being carefully wrapped.

They are bombers who extorted 1 billion yen from the Japanese government.

Regardless of whether the young man agreed or not, they could not let him leave once he woke up.

But in that case.

Wouldn't he just be their...wife?

My companion in the passenger seat swallowed hard, and finally couldn't utter a word of objection.

They closed the trunk, got in the car, started it, and drove away.

They didn't notice that not long after they left, a black Chevrolet also turned on its headlights and slowly followed them.

Not long after, a confused white-haired boy in overalls who had been wandering around in the underground garage for half a day looked hesitant and worried when he saw the backs of two cars speeding past him one after another.

"...Where's that guy? Kidnapping? What's that car behind..."

He gritted his teeth and followed after him.

***

"The bomber is demanding 1 billion yen. He also plans to detonate the bomb if even one student leaves the school."

The police negotiator said in a low voice to the chief with a sullen face.

"There's nothing we can do but agree to their request." The officer took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Transfer one billion yuan to their account."

"yes."

A few minutes later, Jinpei Matsuda arrived at the school and the police had already begun to guide students to evacuate.

"After the money was transferred, the bomber used a remote control to stop the timer."

The officer directed the other police officers at the scene, "But we won't let him escape justice! Immediately dispatch personnel to keep watch. If any suspect is spotted, arrest him immediately!"

"yes!"

"Matsuda, your mission as a □□ disposal team is to dismantle the bomb as quickly as possible."

Matsuda Jinpei nodded slightly, but his expression did not look relaxed.

While others were helping him put on protective clothing, he looked back and forth among the evacuated students, but did not see the familiar figure.

At this moment, he suddenly caught a few vague words in the student group.

"Where's Mo...? I didn't see him...? He can't still be there..."

Matsuda Jinpei grabbed the boy who was talking and asked him, "Boy, the Mo you are talking about, is it Mo Shiyu?"

Qiu Shengxin, who was caught, looked at the stern-faced police officer, swallowed his saliva, raised his head and chest, and almost saluted, "Yes, yes, sir!"

"Where are they? Did they come to school today?"

"He came. I was with him at noon..." Qiu Shengxin hesitated, "but we separated after that."

Matsuda Jinpei frowned and said, "You just said that you didn't see him come out?"

"...Hmm. Maybe I just didn't notice. After all, there are too many people here." Qiu Shengxin was a little intimidated by this stern-looking officer, who looked unkind, and tremblingly said, "Mo must have heard the sirens and left a long time ago."

Matsuda Jinpei nodded, thanked him, and let go of his hand, but his brows were still furrowed.

Could it be like this?

He had a bad feeling. With that kid's bad luck, could he still be in school?

"Officer Matsuda. The protective suit has been put on." Someone said to him.

"……Um."

Matsuda Jinpei made some movements, making sure he was flexible enough. Then, after a moment's thought, he said, "There are multiple bombs planted in the teaching building. We must double-check every corner and ensure everyone in the school is evacuated."

He saw the police on the scene nod, then he raised his legs, put on protective clothing, and dragged his heavy body into the teaching building.

***

The man sitting in the driver's seat looked at the number of funds that had arrived on his phone and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"One billion yuan! Just made a few bombs and you got it! What a bargain!"

My companion had originally had a worried look on his face, but when he saw the money arrive, he relaxed all of a sudden. His face flushed with excitement, and his heart was pounding so much that even his voice was trembling.

"That's a billion! I've never seen so much money in my life."

The man smiled and turned his eyes to the trunk behind him.

"No." He laughed. "It's a billion and a wife."

He exclaimed sincerely, "It's a great idea to choose this place as the bomb site."

The companion in the passenger seat also subconsciously looked towards the trunk, and the thin shadow forced to curl up in the narrow space immediately came into his sight.

The man lay there on his side, his pale cheek pressed against his arm, his breathing was light and weak, his legs were bent, and the waist and hip line on his side were winding and undulating.

Her long smoky gray hair was loose, each strand distinct and spreading like spider silk.

The pity in his heart grew even stronger.

"When he wakes up, let's give him some more money. That way, he won't blame us for kidnapping him."

"No, he can't know." The man in the driver's seat paused and immediately refuted, "Don't be fooled by his appearance. He's a vicious and selfish guy. If he knew our secrets, do you think he would live peacefully with us? He won't!"

"He will only cheat us out of our money and then betray us."

"Then, what should we do?"

"Don't show him any mercy." The man in the driver's seat gave a cruel smile. "Use the money to buy a villa. Then, keep him captive in the villa's basement, lock his hands and feet, gag his throat, and never let him out for the rest of his life. He'll be a submissive wife."

“…”

His companion's originally hesitant eyes became eager, and even his nostrils were filled with burning heat.

"You're right," he stammered, "He should be locked up for a few days."

The man laughed.

To relieve the sudden heat, my companion turned on the radio.

"The timers on the three bombs at Zaohe University are still ticking away, and the students are evacuating. But time is running out. Mr. Prisoner, if you can hear me, please stop the bombs!"

"What?" His companion was shocked. "The bombs didn't stop?"

The man said impatiently, "Never mind. We've got the money, let's go."

His companion shook his head subconsciously and said, "No, how many people will that bomb kill? I, I have to tell the police and tell them how to stop the bomb!"

As he said that, he opened the car door and rushed to the telephone booth on the side of the road.

"Hello--"

The man couldn't call him at all, so he could only park the car aside and wait.

"...Why is it so slow? Aren't the police stalling for time?"

His anxious eyes darted around the phone booth until he saw several plainclothes policemen approaching.

"It's a trap!" The man's face changed drastically. He wanted to alert his companion, and his companion also noticed it at this time. He hurriedly dropped the phone and escaped from the phone booth. When he rushed to the road, he was stuck in the blind spot of a truck.

The man watched helplessly as his companion was knocked to the ground, blood spreading all over the floor. After a brief pause, the plainclothes police officers slowly approached his motionless companion on the ground.

"Damn it, damn it!" The man stared at his companion, his eyes red, and slammed the steering wheel in anger. "It really was a trap! That idiot just believed the police's lies!"

"You lied to us that the countdown is still moving, right? Fine! I'll make your wish come true right now!"

He took out a remote control phone from the toolbox and pressed it suddenly -

“7”.

——

On the other side, the explosive/bomb disposal team.

The bomb disposal experts are still waiting for the students to be evacuated. The 1 billion yuan ransom has been remitted to the bomber. The bomb is currently being remotely controlled by the bomber and the timer has been stopped.

Without the countdown, the atmosphere at the scene has become much calmer. After the students are evacuated, the explosives disposal team will begin to defuse the bomb to prevent accidental activation of the bomb and harm innocent students.

Matsuda Jinpei, who was wearing a bulky protective suit, turned around and saw Hagiwara Kenji who was rushing over.

"Hey." He raised an eyebrow. "You have an injured hand. Why are you here on the scene instead of recuperating at home?"

Hagiwara Kenji said unhappily, "With so much going on, how can I be idle?"

"I found some information about small fish." After a pause, Hagiwara Kenji continued.

Matsuda Jinpei's eyes narrowed instantly, and he raised one side of his lip. "Oh? Is that mysterious veil finally about to be lifted?"

Hagiwara Kenji said, "We'll talk after you defuse the bomb."

Matsuda Jinpei nodded casually. Seeing that the students had basically been evacuated, he finally lowered his eyes, his calm and sharp eyes scanning the intricate bomb lines. "Alright, Hagi. Stay away."

"No, Kenji won't leave Jinpei alone."

Kenji Hagiwara put on a frivolous smile and leaned against the wall next to him. One of them was squatting and the other was standing, dividing the light and shadow into two parts.

"Although I'm injured and can't perform delicate operations, I can still help you check~"

"Then wait until you put on your protective suit before coming over!"

"That stuff is so hot, I'm not wearing it."

While Jinpei Matsuda was dismantling the bomb with sweat all over his forehead, he still wanted to take some time out to give a big fight to his childhood friend who had such a strong personality that he really deserved a beating.

It was also at this time that the bomb in front of them, whose screen had clearly paused counting, suddenly started counting again.

“6”.