Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Why don’t you just go home and find your Ling Ling?
Olga felt tired, psychologically tired.
Toru Amuro stood there alone for a long, long time.
Olga had always known that Toru Amuro and Morobushi Keimitsu were close, and she had foreseen that Toru would grieve for Morobushi Keimitsu. But she hadn't anticipated his grief would be so intense, so tangible. She couldn't see his expression, but she could feel it.
So what about her?
Was he also so sad for her after she fell into the sea and disappeared?
Olga didn't know what was happening. She just felt a dull ache inside. It was a very strange feeling, something she had never experienced before and couldn't describe.
Is she... sad because of Ling Ling's sadness...
Olga felt her head ache again. She pressed her forehead against the cool French window glass in a somewhat irritable manner, and only then did she feel better.
She couldn't bear to see Toru Amuro like this.
He could only grieve for her!
But based on Olga's understanding of Amuro Toru, it was foreseeable that, at least on the surface, he would be back to normal the next day, without a trace of emotion. But his heart... was probably already riddled with wounds.
What would Amuro Toru do if he knew that it was she who ordered the killing of Morobushi Kagemitsu?
Imagining that scene, Olga couldn't help but laugh, accompanied by a slight pain in her heart.
It would be fun, she thought.
"Are you happy now?" Vermouth's sudden voice interrupted Olga's self-satisfied fantasy.
"Hmm..." Olga closed her eyes, turned around, tilted her head back, and rested it against the French window. "Happy."
Yes, she is happy now.
Finally, she no longer had to watch Morofushi Kagemitsu continue to hang around Amuro Toru. From now on, there would only be her in Lingling's eyes.
Of course she was happy. She just had to ignore the image of Toru Amuro, his face on the verge of tears, that kept flashing back in her mind, and ignore the slight ache in her heart, and then all that was left was happiness.
And this kind of ignoring is what Olga has always been best at.
Then she raised the corners of her mouth and laughed out loud.
Vermouth glanced at her and stood up from the sofa. "You're really good at leaving a Japanese police undercover agent outside the police station, Arthas."
Vermouth's sigh of admiration wasn't fake; she truly thought Olga's move was truly astonishing. While Olga's actions weren't particularly brazen, the ruthless nature of her actions couldn't compare to Gin's helicopter-strafe attack on Tokyo Tower.
Olga snorted, and the smile on her face gradually faded.
What else could she do?
Morobushi Kagemitsu's "corpse" couldn't remain within the organization. Taking all factors into consideration, the most appropriate thing to do was to hand it over to the Japanese Public Security Bureau.
Zhu Fu Jingguang, you cannot continue to "live".
*
A body was dumped outside the police station.
Even without considering the identity of the body, this is undoubtedly a provocative act against Japanese public security.
Fortunately, it was early in the morning and no one nearby witnessed the incident.
This "corpse" alarmed the director behind the scenes. The tall, burly man stood at the police station entrance, staring solemnly at Zhu Fujingguang's "corpse" for a long moment before swiftly mobilizing his trusted subordinates to take action.
*
The provocative actions of a certain criminal organization against public security were treated as if they had never occurred. Neither online media nor major newspapers reported any of this. The police officers who witnessed the incident remained silent.
But not long after, a comatose "patient" was secretly transferred to a hospital in Nagano Prefecture.
At that time, Zhu Fu Gaoming was looking thoughtfully at the circle pattern on the back of an envelope. Inside the envelope was a cell phone pierced by a bullet and stained with blood.
*
No matter what happens at night, the sun will always rise as usual the next day.
The air in Tokyo in November was chilly. Even though it was a bright, sunny day, Jinpei Matsuda, dressed only in a shirt and suit, shivered as soon as he stepped outside.
After the Metropolitan Police Department received the fax from the bomber, he rushed downstairs without thinking twice, intending to go straight to the bomb location that he had deduced from the content of the fax.
Sato Miwako's slightly anxious cry came from behind her, accompanied by the rapid sound of heels stepping on the floor tiles.
But Jinpei Matsuda didn't care about all that. He strode towards the parking lot, leaving his partner Miwako Sato far behind.
That was the criminal he had been tracking down for four whole years!
The first thing Jinpei Matsuda did after getting into the car was to turn the key and turn on the air conditioner.
It was too cold. Then he realized something was wrong.
At that time, Jinpei Matsuda had already hurriedly driven his car to the road.
Fortunately, perhaps because he happened to catch the morning rush hour, the car could only be stuck in the middle of the road and move forward slowly, so he didn't have to drive dangerously because of a mental breakdown while moving at high speed.
Through the rearview mirror, Matsuda Jinpei saw a familiar face - wasn't it familiar? He had just seen it last night!
The car was facing the rising sun, so the interior of the car seemed a little dark.
Matsuda Jinpei saw the crimson-haired girl sitting in the back seat of the car, legs crossed and arms folded. She was relaxed, eyes slightly lowered, and showed none of the awkwardness that would be expected from someone illegally trespassing on police property for the second time in just over ten hours.
Perhaps out of his professionalism as a police officer, Matsuda Jinpei almost blurted out, "You're not wearing a seatbelt!"
Matsuda Jinpei regretted his words the moment he finished speaking. He saw the girl in the back seat slowly raise her head and roll her eyes at him.
Now, due to the angle, Matsuda Jinpei finally saw her face clearly - her features were still delicate, but... there were two obvious dark circles under her eyes.
Even though there was no expression on Olga's face, Matsuda Jinpei could still tell that she was very tired.
No way... Since you're so tired, why not just go home and find Ling Ling? What's the point of always following him?
"I have something very important to attend to right now. I don't have time to play any of those 'information or I'll turn against you' games."
Matsuda Jinpei saw Olga twist her neck stiffly. "Isn't it just a bomber? Why are you making it so serious?"
Jinpei Matsuda's fingers gripping the steering wheel suddenly tightened.
This wasn't just any bomber. This was... the bomber who had taken Hagiwara Kenji's life and remained on the run for four years without being apprehended!
Olga still had that nonchalant expression on her face.
Matsuda Jinpei saw her covering her mouth, her voice muffled. "Otherwise, don't go catch this bomber. Come with me."
"Huh?" Jinpei Matsuda even began to doubt his ears - what nonsense is this guy talking about?
Olga rubbed the stiff muscles on her face and said, "I'm serious. Come with me. If you have any conditions, just tell me. We can discuss anything."
Matsuda Jinpei: “…”
Just as they passed a traffic light, the originally congested traffic situation improved slightly. Matsuda Jinpei changed lanes, slammed on the brakes, and parked by the side of the road, unlocking the car door. "Get out."
Olga stared at him expressionlessly, not moving.
"I have something important to do right now. I don't have time to play with you." Matsuda Jinpei repeated, but this time his voice was much more serious, no longer the lazy and listless tone he usually had. "Get out of the car and don't follow me anymore."
The man in the back seat's eyes visibly darkened, and with the dark circles under his eyes, a sinister aura almost overflowed.
Jinpei Matsuda was a little scared when being stared at like that, but he didn't show it on his face.
"Let's make a deal." As she said this, she finally changed the posture of crossing her arms and took something out of her coat pocket.
Matsuda Jinpei looked at the small object in her hand, but his pupils suddenly shrank - this was what he had just seen yesterday afternoon!
The pink and blue liquids were located at both ends of the transparent small box, connected to the space in the center of the box by a curved tube.
Although this ambiguous little box looked nice at first glance, Matsuda Jinpei knew that once the two colored liquids were mixed, they would burn violently and explode—it was a bomb!
Judging from the manufacturing technique alone, although this bomb is a bit crude, it was made by the same person as the one he dismantled yesterday afternoon.
Matsuda Jinpei's brows knitted together, his muscles tensed with vigilance. "What do you want?"
He suddenly recalled that Olga had said the night before that the bomber's name was "Pramya".
She knows the bomber!
Now we even have the finished product of the "Pramya" bomb!
"Let's make a deal." Olga's tone was still half-asleep. Her eyelids were drooping, and the gloom in her eyes had disappeared after the bomb had brought a strange look to Matsuda Jinpei's eyes.
"Tell me first."
Jinpei Matsuda knew that the bomb was Olga's silent threat to him - she said she wanted to "negotiate terms", but from the moment she took out the bomb, her attitude was no longer one of negotiation.
Even so, Matsuda Jinpei still didn't dare to agree easily. Although he had only spent a short time with Olga, he realized more and more clearly that she was a dangerous person with erratic behavior and completely uncontrollable behavior.
Olga pinched the bomb with her fingertips and shook it, which made Matsuda Jinpei's heart beat again - he was afraid that the liquids at both ends of the box would accidentally collide with each other when she shook it.
This was undoubtedly a dangerous act, but Olga didn't even bother to pay more attention to it.
Jinpei Matsuda thought that she seemed to have no such emotion as "fear".
"Come with me and I'll give you 'Pramya', how about that?" Olga said in a sleepy voice.
Matsuda Jinpei asked her cautiously, "Leave it to me—what do you mean?"
"Literally." She rubbed her sleepy eyes with the back of her hand again. "It's up to you. Do whatever you want."
"Why do you have to take me away?" Matsuda Jinpei asked his biggest question. He was very confused. He and Olga were not familiar with each other at all, so why was she so obsessed with him?
Olga finally seemed to have regained some spirits. She propped her head up with one hand and raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm going to give you away."
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