Chapter 43 Save Hagihara Kenji
The scumbag boss was very dissatisfied with the mission's failure. Under Kurosawa Jin's silver tongue, he attributed the failure entirely to Vermouth's extremely flawed battle plan.
Kurosawa Jin escaped unscathed, but Vermouth was not so lucky. Not only was she injured in the explosion, but she was also punished by the BOSS and lost some of her powers.
Vermouth now looks at Kurosawa Jin with the eyes of a demon wanting to devour him, wishing she could skin him alive and tear him apart.
Although Tomohide Kojima is dead, the S reboot project will continue, albeit at a slower pace.
After several more months, once everything at the new base was arranged, a certain unscrupulous boss kicked Kurosawa Jin back to Japan without saying a word, and also assigned him the task of training new recruits.
"Training new recruits?" Kurosawa Jin sat in the passenger seat of the Porsche, holding several sheets of paper.
Counting the days, the five-man police academy team has already graduated from the police academy, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will soon be able to meet the Whiskey Team.
He flashed Gin's famous sinister grin and stared intently at the photo of long-haired Shuichi Akai in the file.
Kurosawa Jin: Hehehe... Akai Shuichi, you just wait, you'll get what's coming to you later, hehehe...
The atmosphere inside the car became subtle. Vodka glanced at Gin, who was covered in black mud, in the rearview mirror, swallowed hard, and sweat broke out uncontrollably.
He silently mourned for a second for the person in the document, and continued driving obediently.
Kurosawa Jin then looked at the people below, one a handsome blond man with dark skin and the other a handsome man with a beard and cat-like eyes.
"It's been so long since I've seen them. These two have changed so much," Kurosawa Jin thought with a touch of nostalgia, and his mood brightened again.
Vodka, who was standing next to him, almost lost his grip on the steering wheel when he saw his older brother's emotional changes, which were comparable to the face-changing of a Sichuan opera performer.
"Vodka..." A cold voice casually entered the big, clumsy man's ears, startling him.
"Big brother, big brother," Vodka stammered, looking rather dim-witted.
Kurosawa Jin was speechless for a moment, wondering if he was really that terrifying.
"Vodka, don't rush back to the safe house, go to xxx."
"Yes, elder brother."
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Upon arriving at their destination, Kurosawa Jin instructed Vodka to leave first, while he turned to do something important—rescue Hagiwara Kenji.
You know what, it's quite a coincidence. Kurosawa Jin just got off the plane last night, and the next day is the day Hagiwara Kenji died in the line of duty. Luckily, I was on the lookout, otherwise it would have been terrible to miss it.
People come and go on the overpass, and below is a constant stream of vehicles. A man who is completely covered up, like a rat in a gutter, opens his only exposed eye to the air and peers at the world.
Following Little C's guidance, Kurosawa Jin quickly found his target.
Feeling the urge to smoke, Kurosawa Jin casually pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He then approached the bomber, seemingly unintentionally, unaware that he was being targeted.
If C is not mistaken, the bomber is the one who caused the bomb, which was originally stopped, to explode when Kenji Hagiwara was defusing it.
"Hehehe." The bomber held the remote control and laughed sinisterly like a villain.
He wanted to make those hypocritical policemen taste the bitterness of death. He planned to use a remote control to detonate a bomb that would take away the despicable policemen and reduce them to ashes.
This idea was like an addiction, making him unable to extricate himself, sinking deeper and deeper, and driving him astray.
Just as he was about to detonate the bomb, Kurosawa Jin appeared like a ghost behind the bomber and said in a sinister tone, "If you dare to move, I can send you to meet the King of Hell in the next second."
The sound, like a vengeful spirit demanding its life, combined with the gun at the waist of the bomber by Kurosawa Jin, made the bomber stiffen and dare not move.
Give me what you have in your hand.
"Okay...okay..." The bomber swallowed hard and obediently handed the thing in his hand to Kurosawa Jin behind him. He didn't dare to gamble with his life.
"Walk."
Yes, yes, yes.
The two walked toward a secluded, deserted alley, and along the way, the bomber kept trying to recall when he had offended Kurosawa Jin.
"Brother, I have no grudge against you. We can talk things over."
"Heh, who said there's no enmity?" Kurosawa Jin sneered.
The weather in November was getting colder. Although it hadn't snowed yet, the wind was howling. If Kurosawa Jin hadn't appeared, Kenji Hagiwara would have perished in the intense explosion in such weather.
Kenji Hagiwara's sacrifice marked the beginning of the five deaths and four injuries in the police academy group. Then, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, one after another, came Matsuda Jinpei, Morofushi Kagemitsu, and Date Wataru, whom he had never met.
Thinking of this, Kurosawa Jin was furious. Of the approval points he had accumulated so far, four were from the police academy group, and all four of them had reached the maximum approval points.
He asked Xiao C if the approval value would be reset to zero if the target of the approval value died.
Reset to zero!!!
Cutting off someone's approval rating is like killing their parents; it may be tolerable, but Kurosawa Jin cannot tolerate it.
With a swift movement, Kurosawa Jin kicked the bomber to the ground, causing him to land face down. At the same time, Kurosawa Jin instinctively aimed his pistol at the bomber's head.
"Ahhh, big brother! Big brother! Spare me, spare me..." The bomber realized what he was about to encounter and started howling like a banshee, begging for mercy.
No matter how much the bomber begged for mercy, Kurosawa Jin remained unmoved. The silver-haired man, like the Grim Reaper from hell, came to pronounce the bomber's death sentence.
"Heh." Kurosawa Jin laughed, looking even more villainous than the bomber. "Go tell those things to the King of Hell!!!"
"No—no—" the bomber screamed, his eyes bulging and bloodshot.
Meow~
Just as Kurosawa Jin was about to pull the trigger, a faint meow was caught by his keen ears, interrupting his action.
He was slightly stunned, and his hand holding the gun trembled slightly.
A calico cat with a collar around its neck darted past Kurosawa Jin from behind, skimming along the wall, and came running at top speed.
Kurosawa Jin watched the calico cat disappear into the distance and sighed. Then, with incredible speed, he kicked the bomber unconscious.
After spending so much time at the distillery, Kurosawa Jin reeked of alcohol, and he almost forgot that he was a police officer who upheld justice.
As a police officer, even if he's undercover, he can't just kill people whenever he doesn't have to act.
Picking up the bomber's phone, Kurosawa Jin stomped on the head of the person on the ground, then pretended to be a concerned citizen and called the police.
Having done all that, and thinking that the police would handle the rest, Kurosawa Jin left with peace of mind.
To be honest, Kurosawa Jin wanted to teach Hagiwara Kenji a lesson for not wearing a blast suit, but due to time constraints, he had to give up.
There's plenty of time in the future. I'll teach them a lesson another day," Kurosawa Jin thought to himself, then sighed and lit a cigarette, putting it in his mouth.
A cold wind swept through the alley, and in the dimly lit lane, a silver-haired man with his hair flying everywhere held his black top hat in place with one hand, and walked away alone with his back to the light.
Looking at that figure from behind, one inexplicably feels a sense of desolation and loneliness.
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"Baka yarou!!!" Matsuda Jinpei punched Hagiwara Kenji's handsome face without any hesitation.
"Hey, hey, hey, Jinpei, what are you doing? Let's talk this out!" Hagiwara Kenji retreated repeatedly, feeling guilty, so he didn't fight back.
"You bastard, how dare you say that? You're not even wearing a bomb suit! Do you think you have too much time on your hands?!" he yelled, but his fists didn't stop.
"Hahaha..." Kenji Hagiwara laughed, knowing he was in the wrong, and let Jinpei Matsuda punch him again.
"Ouch—be gentle!" Kenji Hagiwara rubbed his swollen face.
"I'm perfectly fine!"
"Baka! Do you even know you almost died?" Matsuda Jinpei was furious as he looked at Hagiwara Kenji, who was grinning with his big teeth showing.
"The bomber has been caught. The squad leader interrogated him and found out that the bomb could still be remotely detonated even after the countdown stopped."
"If that criminal controls the bomb to explode, you're finished." Matsuda Jinpei glared fiercely at Hagiwara Kenji.
"Huh?" Kenji Hagiwara asked dramatically, actually changing the subject, "Has the bomber been caught? How was he caught?"
"It seems a concerned citizen who wishes to remain anonymous reported this... Baka! Don't change the subject!"
"A kind citizen who doesn't want to reveal his name?" Kenji Hagiwara frowned, deep in thought. "This is... too much of a coincidence."
From the Metropolitan Police Department, Ichiro Wataru stared intently at the bomber sitting in the interrogation chair.
"I don't know, I really don't know," the bomber said with a bitter expression. "I didn't see his face, really. He held a gun to my waist, and I followed him into the alley, and then he knocked me unconscious."
Have you offended anyone?
"No, I wouldn't dare offend someone like him!" The bomber felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled that cold voice.
Seeing that the prisoner couldn't vomit anything, Date Wataru left the interrogation room.
Everything about this incident is strange: the bomber was captured inexplicably, and the "helpful citizen" who disappeared was actually an outlaw with a gun!
Logically, why would an armed outlaw choose to call the police? It would be more in line with his character to shoot the bomber directly.
"Strange, very strange," Date Wataru muttered to himself.
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Black, a warm-hearted citizen, Ze, an outlaw, and Zhen are currently preparing a "gift" for the first meeting with the newcomers at the distillery.
As the head of the whisky group, how could he possibly come empty-handed? Of course, he had to leave a "good impression" on them.
As for the so-called gift, it's of course giving them a mission.
"Hehehehehehehe—" Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Kurosawa Jin let out an evil laugh, "Akai Shuichi, hehehehe, now that you've fallen into my hands, hehehehe, you're finished! Hehehehe—"
Let's all observe a moment of silence for Shuichi Akai. Jin Kurosawa is about to make a huge mistake.
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