Chapter 66 I, Rat (9) am making trouble!
Chaomu felt that there might be something wrong with Shen'er's luck value.
Although she couldn't see Shi'er's dashboard yet, she wasn't this unlucky when she was alone, was she? Shi'er's luck must be even lower than hers, and the combination of the two of them had led to this ridiculous situation.
"One, two... four, five." She struggled to navigate the complex circuit, circling the target area twice. "One in the staff lounge, none in Yun Que's lounge or around the storage room. Two in Master Watanabe's personal lounge, two in Miss Watanabe's lounge... The perpetrator's intentions are clear."
This was clearly an insider's plan to blow up the two heirs last night, targeting the Watanabe family's young masters and daughters. Hibari didn't install the device, likely out of fear of provoking the Vongola, and the storage room wasn't blown up for fear of internal losses.
"He's a high-ranking insider." Shen Er rubbed his forehead, a little headache. "My informant informed me that the security personnel conducted a round of security inspections early this morning, dividing into several groups to take turns sweeping the area..."
This kind of inspection mechanism can undoubtedly reduce the security issues caused by a security guard being bribed, but this thing is still placed here blatantly - the person who arranged these bombs is definitely not an outsider, otherwise he would need to bribe the Watanabe family's elite security team of hundreds of people.
Chaomushu flicked his beard in disdain. "It's a family feud, right? How troublesome! They had to pick this time..."
"Or maybe they deliberately chose this time. Killing someone is a win, but not killing them is fine." Shen'er seemed quite experienced in this area. "Even if they don't kill anyone, a major embarrassment in front of important guests at an important event would also show that the person in charge of this auction is a loser. Judging from the situation, this job is mainly aimed at Master Watanabe."
So skilled... This guy must have taken on this kind of job many times before.
Morning Rat stared at the long countdown clock above it, scratching his chin with his tender pink paw. "The explosion happened before the auction started, so Skylark should have come to pick up the items by then... Do you think it's possible that the explosion would be beneficial to us? If the situation gets chaotic, we might be able to take advantage of the situation."
Come to think of it, finding a bomb doesn't necessarily mean it has to be solved. This incident targeting the NPC is clearly a side quest, unrelated to the main storyline. For her, completing the main questline is more important, so it seems okay regardless.
"I don't recommend it." Although Shen'er didn't really care about accidents and casualties, he still objected to her plan. "First, if the data is damaged, we definitely won't get paid. Secondly, making mistakes in a hurry doesn't help everyone. For someone like Yun Que, a chaotic scene might make him more focused and even more excited."
"That's right." Thinking of Kurosawa Jin's demeanor of getting more and more angry the more he fought, and even coming to pinch her even though he was blind in one eye, Chaomu felt that what he said made sense. "Then I'll dismantle these bombs? But they're scheduled to explode at night. If we dismantle them now, it would be troublesome if someone came to check and found that the bombs were gone, wouldn't it?"
She now understood why she had drawn an extra Matsuda Jinpei trial card in the morning - it was simply a precaution, shipping in the morning and recycling on the same day, right?
"Well, we can't dismantle it now, to avoid complications." Jin'er rubbed his chin with his fingertips. "If someone else in the Watanabe family discovered the bomb, they should normally inform the management and call the police. Dismantling it silently would undoubtedly tell them that there are still some shady rats along the way..."
Chaomushu sat in the pipe, chewing sunflower seeds, feeling that Shier's scolding of her was truly merciless. She didn't mind being called a rat or anything like that; after all, she truly was a rat now.
"If we can't let the bomb explode, and we want to disrupt the situation 'peacefully'... calling the police might be a good option." She pondered for a moment, the beads clacking on her abacus. "If the police are around, Hibari will be more restrained if he wants to go berserk. That Vongola you're talking about isn't arrogant enough to confront the Japanese authorities head-on, right?"
"You mean..." Almost immediately, Shen'er understood what she meant, and his tone rose slightly. "It's obviously not up to us to call the police ourselves. The best option is to let someone who hasn't been bribed suddenly discover the safety hazards here..."
As he said this, a candidate had already emerged in his mind: "I remember that Mr. Wildcat has never worked for the Watanabe family before, right? How about luring him to discover this secret before the auction starts tonight?"
He had long wanted to take this opportunity to verify his guess.
Chaomu naturally jumped at the chance to give Blackface a hard time. The silver-gray hamster immediately raised its pink paw high: "He's the one!"
Although this plan seemed to have made Little Black Face a great contribution, the person in Watanabe's family who presided over the bombing case must be unhappy with him - if Little Black Face could be made unhappy, the smile would shift to her face.
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Evening, 18:25.
Toru Amuro sneezed at the kitchen door.
A subtle sense of foreboding lingered in his mind, making his head feel a little swollen. He pressed his forehead, thinking that it might be because he hadn't had enough rest these days, so he decided to get a good rest when he got home tonight.
"What's wrong, Amuro-kun? Didn't you get enough rest?"
Although Amuro Toru had only been here a day or two, he was quite popular due to his diligence. Noticing the blond youth's slightly exhausted appearance, the young man on his shift beside him couldn't help but put his arm around his shoulder with concern. "A distinguished guest will be arriving soon, and the young master wants us all to line up to welcome him. Why don't you go to the lounge and get some sleep now? I'll call you later."
"Hmm...my sleep quality has been a little off lately." Amuro Toru subtly avoided the other person's overly familiar gestures and said half-seriously, "But you're still working harder, aren't you, Yamada-kun? You seem to be working overtime all the time lately?"
His words clearly struck a chord with his colleague, who shifted his attention away from him and began to pour out his frustrations, pouring out his frustrations about how hard it had been to work. The blond youth multitasked, searching for key words to reply while casually glancing over the list of dietary restrictions for the guests.
Councillor Fujita was indeed not one of the guests of the Watanabe family tonight...but at an auction where almost all the dignitaries would come, his absence seemed a bit strange.
As for the turbulent undercurrents within the Watanabe family, as a perceptive intelligence officer, Toru Amuro naturally observed them all. While Young Master Watanabe was certainly a bad person, the overwhelming negative reviews among his employees must have been instigated by others within the organization. Compared to Miss Watanabe, who had an exceptionally good reputation, he had his own guesses as to who was benefiting.
But these details had nothing to do with him for now, so he just kept them to himself. Before his colleague could react, he had already put down the list and walked towards the break room with him. "It's really not easy... I need to take some time to rest."
The moment he stepped into the lounge, the blond young man's ears twitched slightly, and he felt a rustling sound coming into his ears.
It has to be said that he is a little bit stressed by such noises now - the mice that made trouble in his house used to make similar noises before, running past his pillow, making him dream about them... Even now, he thought for a moment that he was hallucinating.
But it seemed he was not the only one who heard the noise.
"Amuro-kun, did you hear that...?" Kitchen helper Yamada looked up at the ceiling in confusion. "It seems like something is running up there..."
As if remembering something, his face suddenly turned green. "Could it be rats?! Although the kitchen has been consistently disinfecting, it seems that one of the rats has developed a resistance to the drugs. No matter how much we use, they won't die... and they've grown so big! If they escape when our guests arrive, we'll definitely be fired by the Young Master!"
Boom boom boom, swish swish swish.
As if to confirm his claim of "huge," the metal sheet above the vent made a sharp clanging sound when stepped on, proving the rat seemed quite substantial. Amuro Toru frowned slightly, offered a few soothing words, and then brought over a stool, stepping onto it barefoot. "Don't panic yet. We still have a chance to remedy the situation. Let me take a look..."
The grille on the vent was removable. Yamada brought him a screwdriver, and he removed the upper frame while wearing gloves. The clanging sound inside the pipe continued, as if an elephant was tap dancing inside.
He frowned, flashlight in hand, and cautiously peered through the falling dust. A gray shadow darted away with a thud, leaving only a blur in the flashlight's light...
What was more conspicuous than the shadow was the crimson countdown that was slowly glowing in the darkness. Although the countdown time was still quite long, it could not change the fact that it was something.
"What's wrong, Amuro-kun?" Noticing the blond youth's stiffness, Yamada looked up nervously and asked, "Are there a lot of rats? Are they big?"
"...It might be a little more serious than the rat problem..." Amuro Toru took a deep breath, remained calm, and jumped off his chair. "We need to report this to the supervisor and security personnel first... Yamada, you'll be responsible for reporting this to the head of the security department and have him come over. Tell him we've discovered a safety hazard in the lounge... Remember, don't alert anyone else."
In just over half an hour, the distinguished guests from the Fengji Foundation would arrive at the venue. The auction venue was quite remote, so calling the police now might not be in time... This type of bomb didn't look particularly sophisticated, so perhaps there were personnel within the Watanabe family's security detail who were skilled in bomb disposal.
If it really doesn't work... he probably won't care about the possible exposure.
Seeing Yamada going to find the security personnel in confusion, the blond young man calmly sent a text message in his pocket, then raised his head again and looked at the chaotic line.
Deep in the pipeline, the hamster ball, having completed its mission, gnawed on a nut to replenish its energy, took out a blade from its bag, and stared into the distance with its small eyes at the golden light flickering in the dimness.
"If the police don't have time, I'll just defuse the bomb." The sharp blade reflected a silver light. She squeaked and suggested happily, "I'll wait until the last ten minutes to defuse it! Scaring the little black face to death!"
She was going to scare the little black-faced guy so much that his face turned pale!
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Author's note: What a mistake! I haven't even reached 180 yet! (I'll definitely be in the next chapter)
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