Chapter 1865-1873 [Fugitive]

While the police were busy rescuing their companions.

Masumi Takamori also hurriedly ran out of the car.

She looked left and right and found that the policemen's attention was not on her, and Naoko Torimaru had disappeared.

Masumi Takamori: “…”That woman…ran away?

Then I should also...

This thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Then it became more and more concrete, clearer and clearer - rather than wasting the rest of her youth in prison, even if she was about to be caught back, she wanted to be free one last time and see the outside world.

Masumi Takamori looked at the policemen carefully, took a step back, and then another step back.

Then he clenched the handcuffs on his hands to prevent them from making any sound, crouched down, turned around and ran away quietly, quickly disappearing into the depths of the night.

The police finally carried the unfortunate companion who had fainted and broken his leg out of the car.

They quickly ran to a place where they would not be affected by the bomb and contacted the police to ask them to send someone to deal with the bomb.

After the call, the young police officer scratched his head in worry: "What's going on with this case? Have we exposed a criminal den? The two previous murders and corpse disposals are fine, but what about this bomber tonight?"

Another older police officer sighed, "It's a bit absurd, but it also seems to make sense - have you forgotten that the real 'Funeral Silver Coin', the woman who looked very intellectual and quiet, got a gun by herself. Although the person who could get the gun might just be an ordinary criminal, but..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly remembered something important.

"Where's that 'Funeral Silver Coin'?!" The police officer jumped up, "The other one, the other one is gone too!"

Other police officers: “!!”

They glanced at the police car from a distance, but didn't see anyone. They immediately thought to themselves, "Oh no! They ran away. Let's go look for them nearby!"

…

The night is gloomy.

The police remembered that they might be facing a group of armed thugs who dared to use bombs anywhere, so they did not dare to disperse and search rashly.

After thinking for a while, they decided to stay at the scene: "We don't know when the modified car that hit us will explode. It is also important to prevent innocent people from approaching the accident scene rashly! There happen to be three or four alleys here. We can get rid of the injured one by one and guard the scene.

"As for those criminals, they've already run away. Let's wait for more professional search and arrest personnel to help. We don't have anything with us, and rushing over will only cause more trouble."

The other police officers nodded solemnly and took on the important mission of guarding the alley entrance.

On the other side, with the silent help of the enemy.

Saburo Izuka was able to separate with several of his accomplices to search for the escaped actual second-in-command of Putuo Company, Naoko Torimaru.

"When did that guy slip out of the car? He reacts really quickly." Saburo Izuka muttered to himself as he was busy searching.

The script he envisioned was very smooth: he drove over to knock the police unconscious, shot and killed Naoko Torimaru in the back seat, pretended to be an accomplice to seek revenge, then detonated the modified car, erased all traces of himself, and then hurriedly left in the accomplice's car...

After all, he is a peripheral member who is taught and guided by someone. Under the guidance and instruction of his elder brothers Taro Izuka and Jiro Izuka, Saburo Izuka is proficient in the business. He has done similar things many times, and he has the vehicles and manpower ready.

But Naoko Torimaru reacted too quickly. She didn't freeze when suddenly attacked, but ran away with a reaction speed faster than the police.

"This is troublesome. This kind of alley is the most convenient for hiding people. In ten minutes or so, the police car will come over..."

Once the work of silencing someone deviates from the usual template, Izuka Saburo can't help but feel uneasy: "Torimaru Naoko must have been exposed to a lot of things related to my second brother. If she is caught, will the organization's secrets be leaked? She is also my second brother's employee. If she is caught like this, the whole company will be in chaos..."

The more Izuka Saburo thought about it, the worse it felt.

However, at this time, the eldest brother unfortunately went to heaven, and in his mind, the second brother was still lying in the hospital, and neither of them could help.

Unable to solve the problem by shouting "Big Brother!" or "Second Brother!", Saburo Izuka thought for a moment and felt that for matters involving leaks, he had reason to go to his superiors.

So he opened his email and for the first time, tremblingly, took the initiative to send a message to the mysterious superior who had contacted him not long ago.

…

The other side.

Curacao has just completed an expedited execution of a traitor.

She returned to her hiding place, washed off the gunpowder and blood on her body, and went back to the lounge with a tired heart to spread out the blanket. Then she tore open the bag of potato chips, picked up a movie she had never seen, turned on the home theater, and wanted to relax her tired mind.

But just as I snuggled under the blanket and the opening scene wasn't finished, my phone buzzed.

Curacao: “…”

...When will this life with no fixed rest time and no chance of missing any email end?

Cursing inwardly, he still reached out to grope for his phone, picked it up and checked it.

When she clicked on it and saw the sender, Curacao's head hurt even more: "..." Why did Izuka Saburo look for her for no reason? What happened to Uzo again?

She sighed, paused the movie and opened her email.

The painting style of Saburo Izuka is somewhat different from that of his two unlucky older brothers: perhaps because those two men grew up to be more and more crooked, the education system became tighter when it came to Saburo Izuka - unlike his two brothers who went straight to employment after graduating from vocational high school, Saburo Izuka went on to study in university.

This kind of thing has both good and bad views in Curacao.

As for the present, one of the more obvious shortcomings is - I don't know if it's an illusion, but these guys who graduated from college are always long-winded when writing emails. Not to mention the lengthy polite language at the beginning and the end, the middle paragraph always has to sort out the cause and effect, write things clearly, and try to avoid sending a second letter if something can be done in one letter.

Curacao skipped the nonsense before and after, crunching potato chips with murderous intent while trying to pick out useful content to read.

[I have already arrived near the location of the guard duty you asked me to take over. But Mr. Kurosawa said that the person being guarded is not here at the moment, so I don’t need to rush over and should wait until the police leave.

So I took the time to do a little personal stuff.

I heard that my second brother Jiro Izuka had miraculously recovered from his serious injuries, so I planned to visit him, but unexpectedly found that there were many police officers near the hospital.

I was worried that the police would find out that he was helping the organization, so I took a few brothers with me, intending to wait for an opportunity to help the organization silence him and resolve the potential for leaks in the worst-case scenario.]

"Waiting for an opportunity to silence the organization?" Curacao's eyes moved slightly, and he quickly understood the little thoughts of this peripheral member: the silence was fake, and the real purpose of Izuka Saburo was probably to steal Izuka Jiro before he was arrested by the police. This way, he would have a chance to undergo plastic surgery and become an underground member who could not see the light, which was also a way to survive.

(End of this chapter)