Chapter 54 Chapter 54 On the possibility of members of the organization acting bravely...
Olga's 5.5-foot-tall height makes her stand out among the other older Japanese men and women...
Olga silently took a few steps back and stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the building surrounded by cordon from afar. She pieced together some substantial information from the chaotic conversations of the people around her - there was a bomb in the building.
Tsk, nothing new.
Olga looked down at her phone again and confirmed that Toru Amuro should be in the building where the bomb was.
There were more than a dozen police cars with flashing lights parked around, and the gray building was tightly surrounded by cordons.
Olga decided not to chase into the building, as that would be very troublesome. She folded her arms, bent one leg, and leaned against the wall at the corner of the street, thinking that Amuro Toru should be able to deal with bombs quickly anyway.
The sound of bullets piercing the air from a distance interrupted Olga's thoughts. She looked towards the source of the sound and frowned.
There's no real indication of what's going on here.
The sound of wooden slamming doors echoed repeatedly from the building, and the crowd began to stir. Soon, a group of police officers emerged from the alley to disperse the crowd. Olga pulled her hat lower and quietly disappeared around the corner with the crowd.
She walked around a little and pushed open the back door of a building that had no police guarding it. The door was a bit old, and with a creaking sound, a few pieces of dust fell from the iron door.
Olga fanned her face with her hands before stepping into the building with a grim expression. She couldn't understand why she had to join in the fun.
Olga climbed the hollow iron staircase. Each step creaked, making her worry that the seemingly dilapidated staircase would collapse at any moment. The dust in the air also made her feel very uncomfortable. Fortunately, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
When Olga felt she had reached the right height, she stopped and cautiously pressed herself against a wall to listen for any noises. According to her memory, this wall should be facing the building where the wood-barreling noises had come from. With luck, she should be able to see something through the window.
There was no movement outside for a while.
There was a door in the wall, suggesting a platform outside where one could stand and better observe the rooftop opposite. Olga hesitated for a moment, then casually pulled a visa from her pocket, inserted it into the crack of the door, and swiped it downwards.
With a click, the door lock was unlocked. This old-fashioned door lock was incredibly easy to open.
Olga grasped the door handle and slowly opened the door.
It was cloudy in Tokyo today, so if the door was opened suddenly, Olga wouldn't feel any discomfort in her eyes due to the sudden light.
She cautiously opened the door only a crack, found the right angle, and looked out through the crack. Coincidentally, she saw a medium-sized man wearing a bird-beak mask jumping from the building opposite. The expected landing location was—
Olga and the guy who jumped over met each other's eyes through the goggles on his mask.
Olga: “…”
Olga felt that the masked man was probably in the same mood as her at the moment, in short, he was very confused.
The masked man hesitated for only a second before immediately running up the stairs outside the wall. The reason was simple: someone from the building opposite had also jumped over and landed down below. Judging by the footsteps, that person was heading their way, so the masked man had no time to pay attention to Olga.
Olga hesitated for only a second before immediately closing and locking the door. She had a simple reason—she recognized the man who had recklessly leaped over from the opposite building. It was Bourbon, who claimed to be carrying out a mission for the organization.
There were two more people standing on the stairs of the building opposite. One was tall, with a shaved head, a slight stubble, and wearing a brown jacket. The other...Olga recognized him. It was Scotland, who was supposed to be on the mission with Bourbon. He was holding a wooden cannon.
Well, Olga thought, now she wouldn't be surprised even if she was told that Lei was in the building across the street.
Could it be that Toru Amuro was actually on a mission? That masked man was probably the bomber, but the question was...would the organization assign Bourbon the mission to capture the bomber? Obviously not!
Olga couldn't help but start to wonder if Bourbon and Scotland were being righteous...
Tsk, if you think about it carefully, it's not completely impossible.
So should we continue to follow up now?
*
Olga thought as she slowly walked up the stairs. Judging from the direction the masked man and Amuro Toru were running, they should be heading towards the rooftop.
Halfway through the walk, there was a sudden loud noise from the roof, which even caused the building to tremble slightly, and a cloud of dust immediately fell from the roof.
Olga didn't have time to dislike the dust on her body, and immediately ran towards the roof.
What a joke!
Olga was too familiar with all kinds of weapons, so she realized almost the moment the explosion sounded - it was a grenade!
But after running up only a dozen or so steps, Olga had to stop. She clutched the rusty handrail with her right hand, her whole body hunched over with a pale face.
After the exercise, her heartbeat accelerated, and the intense pain that continued to come from her heart made Olga experience what it meant to be powerless for the first time in her life.
She fumbled in her pocket with her trembling left hand until she finally found a small medicine bottle. She tried to take it out, but because her left hand was too weak, the bottle fell to the ground.
The small plastic bottle bounced down the metal steps, finally rolling a distance around the corner of the stairs before coming to a stop. The bottle cap was knocked open, and small white pills spilled onto the ground, mixing with the dust.
Olga has never been as aware of her physical condition as she is now, nor has she ever hated her body as much as she does now.
It was clearly just a few steps away, but she seemed unable to reach it no matter what.
She clenched her teeth so hard she could almost taste the blood.
After taking a few deep breaths, Olga endured the severe pain in her heart and forced herself to walk down the stairs. She picked up a handful of pills from the ground and put them into her mouth, as if she didn't care at all about the dust mixed in them.
*
The door to the rooftop was locked, but Olga didn't have the strength to open it. She barely held onto the wall and looked out through the window that was almost completely obscured by dust.
She saw a big hole blown out on the rooftop; she saw Amuro Toru lying on the ground, his body covered with ashes from the grenade explosion, and his originally neat white shirt became tattered; she saw the masked man pick up Amuro Toru's rifle and point the rifle opening at him.
The pain in her heart, which had eased somewhat, seemed to intensify again, dragging the pain down with it. Olga weakly covered her forehead, but the suffocating feeling only grew stronger. She stared at the events outside the window with bloodshot eyes, wanting to do something, but her body refused to obey.
The sound of a wooden box being slammed shut was heard. At that moment, Olga felt her heart stop beating.
Fortunately, the next second, that failing heart started beating again - the wooden barrel in the masked man's hand fell to the ground, and her right hand holding the barrel also dropped weakly.
Yes, "her." Olga thought, she had guessed who the masked man was.
The wooden cannon was fired by Zhu Fujingguang who had just arrived, and the bullet pierced the masked man's right shoulder.
Olga gasped for breath. She had been leaning against the wall, but now she slid down the wall and sat on the ground. She raised her head with great effort, greedily taking in the stale air in the corridor like a drowning person.
Several more wooden blasts were heard on the rooftop, but Olga didn't care. After all, the wooden blasts wouldn't hit Amuro Toru.
Her thoughts seemed to have stopped, and it took a long time for them to start working again.
When Olga struggled to stand up, there was no one on the rooftop. She looked through the dirty glass at the blood-stained gravel on the rooftop, her brow furrowed slightly.
The relationship between Toru Amuro and Kagemitsu Morofushi seems to be more than just colleagues within the organization.
Did they know each other before joining the organization?
Could it be that they just happen to be from the same intelligence agency?
"hiss--"
After a moment's thought, Olga's head began to ache again. So she had to give up thinking for the time being and slowly move down the stairs.
Through the window beside the stairs, Olga vaguely saw that in the alley downstairs, Morofushi Keimitsu was carrying the injured Amuro Toru, and on the other side stood the tall man with a shaved head whom she had seen before.
At this moment, a man with slightly curly hair walked out of the building opposite. He looked at Amuro Toru and the other two standing side by side in front of him, smiled at them, and then raised his hand to high-five them.
The relationship between these four people... seems to be very good.
*
Olga was in no hurry to return to the hotel.
After twisting and turning in the alley, she finally reached a dead end. Three huge trash cans were placed side by side against the wall. The sanitation was very worrying. The air was filled with the smell of decay, which well covered up the subtle smell of blood.
The trash cans either had no lids or the lids were broken in half, so Olga could clearly see a bloodstained black shirt lying in one of the trash cans.
A woman was standing next to the trash can. She was only wearing a black tank top, her long golden hair was neatly tied up in a bun behind her head, and there was a bloody bullet hole on her right shoulder blade.
The woman had her back to Olga, so she couldn't see her face, but she didn't need to see it.
Olga had recovered somewhat by then, at least no longer looking so weak, still able to intimidate people. She raised the gun towards the blonde woman, and the sound of the gun safety being pulled was particularly clear in the quiet alley.
The blonde woman then slowly raised her left hand, which was still able to move, in a gesture of surrender.
"Christina Lisael, or should I call you - Pramya."
Olga saw the blonde woman's shoulders tremble slightly. She raised the corners of her lips slightly, knowing that she had guessed correctly.
Pramya, an internationally renowned fugitive terrorist and indiscriminate serial bomber.
*
In Japan, it was easier for Olga to get information about a police officer than any ordinary citizen.
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