136.

Canadian Whisky thinks this mission is really weird!

After much difficulty, I got a high-paying, low-risk sniper mission from Gin, but the VIP suddenly changed his schedule and decided to travel by Shinkansen.

He abandoned his planned sniper attack and intended to kill the key figures with bombs. However, someone took away all the maximum amount of explosives in the organization at once, and he had to wait another day to replenish them.

After thinking for a while, Canadian Whiskey didn't want to pay for the mission out of his own pocket, so he reluctantly chose the most common shooting plan. Unexpectedly, not long after getting on the Shinkansen, he received a threatening message from another member of the organization, Shinsou.

There was no chance of a conflict in a mission like assassinating an important official. Canadian Whiskey even thought that this person was trying to steal the mission from him. Just when he was about to say no, he saw the other party bring up gin.

Damn it, why would Gin send him a message for no reason!

Canadian Whiskey quickly went to find Gin again, only to learn that Gin was carrying a large amount of explosives on the Shinkansen to kill someone.

Someone on the Shinkansen: “……?”

He hurriedly asked the other party about the specific plan, but got no response. The guy didn't even tell him how many bombs were in the car and when they would explode.

When I asked Gin about Canadian Whisky, I only got a cold "I don't know".

As time passed, the dignitaries who were supposed to come out for afternoon tea did not move. The threat of the bomb was looming, and Canadian Whiskey became more and more restless.

If we continue now, it will mean that the mission will be overdue, and giving up the plan will mean that we will not only have no money but also have our bonus deducted.

This is all money!!

Thinking of the little balance he had left, Canadian Whiskey's heart was bleeding. He had to get this money, otherwise he really couldn't afford it...

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at Rumachi Station. Passengers who wish to get off please take your belongings with you..."

Canadian Whisky estimated his route and found that there were only four stops left. If the important person did not come out during this period, he would have to find another plan.

But this is based on the assumption that the bomb that Shinso guy made will not affect him.

The people in the organization shouldn't be that crazy, right? He said he was in car number six. If he was going to cause trouble here, he should have been notified, right?

"Can I use the restroom in stall number six? The ones in front seem to be occupied."

Hearing some voices, Canadian Whiskey looked up and saw that it was just a young student with a small bag asking the bodyguard for help with the restroom, so he looked away in boredom.

He took out his phone again and sent a message to Shinsou, trying to find out his plan.

Not long after he sent the message, a voice message popped up from the other party, and before he even reached for his headphones, the message started playing automatically.

"Ah...bomb, I'll give you one more stop. Get off before Nagoya Station, or I can help you with your mission." A hoarse voice that was so hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman rang out, "I put it in the toilet."

Damn, he only has time for one stop? Isn't it too late for him to hear the news now?!

The moment Canadian Whiskey heard the sound from his cell phone, he quickly lowered his head and pressed the speaker with his clothes. The sound was not loud to begin with and did not travel far, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

But the next second, there was a somewhat unbelievable murmur from the side: "Bomb?"

Canadian Whiskey looked up and saw the boy who had just used the restroom passing by him. He probably heard the voice by chance.

"You heard wrong." He let go of the phone that had finished playing with a bit of indifference. His tone was gloomy and he looked like someone who was not easy to mess with.

Ordinary people like this who are timid probably wouldn't dare to say anything after being frightened...

"This man said there was——"

"Shut up!"

Before Canadian Whiskey could figure out a plan, he suddenly felt his collar tightened and was lifted up by the young man in front of him with one hand.

The young man panicked and shouted to the bodyguard standing outside the VIP private room: "He just mentioned..."

"Shut up!" Canadian Whiskey interrupted him rudely again, "What are you talking about, little brat!"

The security guard looked over with some caution.

The young man seemed to be frightened by his voice. He shook violently, and Canadian Whiskey staggered by the collar, and the gun in his arms fell to the ground with a "click".

For a moment, the whole place was strangely quiet.

The next second, the young man shouted in panic, and the other party, like a frightened rabbit, instantly let go of his collar and rushed to the toilet inside without looking back.

Canadian Whiskey looked at the bodyguards who had reacted and were surrounding him, and remembered the train that was about to start and Cinsou's warning.

There's only time for one stop... these guys are going to die by then anyway.

He suddenly became ruthless, picked up his gun and shot at the window, creating a big hole in the glass.

As people screamed, he put his arms in front of him and threw himself towards the window, crashing onto the platform just before the train started.

The train started moving the next second without any timely feedback, leaving Canadian Whiskey in a panic to face the guards who rushed over after hearing the noise.

A code member who lost his wife and his troops: "...Fuck!"

137.

Chiyoya Saori rushed into the toilet in carriage number six with the disguise props, quickly changed her clothes, and listened to the movements in carriage number three through the eavesdropping device.

The next stop was Nagoya Station, which was the time of the "explosion" she had scheduled. It was estimated that the person involved in the case of the ski group would take action before arriving at the station and run into them head-on.

It's quite exciting.

Chiyoya Sayori took a breath and put on her adjustable sunglasses, switching to the type with the highest visibility, and tied them up with a thin rope to prevent them from slipping off.

She stared at herself in the mirror, checking her disguise, listening and thinking about her plan.

The voice message sent to Canada was scheduled by her, and with a little trick she could make it play automatically, so Gin couldn't find any clues.

She only needed to use the excuse that the toilet in front was occupied or out of order, to lock onto the location of the Canadian whiskey when the recording was played, and to "coincidentally" hear the word "bomb".

As for shaking out the gun...

Pure accident!

Who told him to just put it in his arms and not buckle it up?

However, hearing the sound of gunfire and breaking glass outside, the guy must have been forced to abandon his mission and jump out of the window to save his life.

Canadian Whiskey will definitely hold a grudge against Chiyodani Toru because of the failure of his mission, so the mistake in Shinsou's text message will not seem that important.

However, with this integration, the living environment of her vest becomes even more dangerous.

Chiyodani Saori curled the corner of her mouth, thinking that Chiyodani Toru had already faced off against the three members of the "Gin", "Sinsou" and "Canadian Whisky" organizations to a certain extent, which could be considered bad luck.

It seems that after finishing this wave of scripts, we need to think about the next plan quickly and get Chiyotani Toru out of the police academy as soon as possible so as not to affect those five guys...

As if she could sense the noise coming from her earphone, Chiyoya Saori took out Chiyoya Toru's cell phone and started sending messages to her companions.

After sending the message, she took a deep breath, tied the small bag containing Chiyodani Toru's clothes to her body, opened the toilet window for ventilation, stepped on the top of the door, hooked her hands on the edge of the window, and kicked hard.

The fast wind brought by the moving train blew her loose black hair backwards. Chiyoya Sayori was like a flag fluttering in the wind, hanging outside the train!

138.

The crisp sound of gunfire coming from carriage number six was noticed within a minute after the train started moving. The panicked staff began to call the headquarters and ran back and forth, causing people in other carriages to become uneasy and restless.

Councillor Masaki Omori, who was sitting in the innermost private room of carriage number six, also stood up at this time and was loudly comforting the crowd.

Soon, he learned the news and immediately followed his personal bodyguard to the back of the carriage.

"We just received a warning from the police saying there was a killer in the car and asked us to stay alert. I didn't expect the case to be solved so quickly."

Masaki Omori said to his secretary standing beside him with some lingering fear, "Cancel the next trip. The back of this train is not safe either. Try to get as many people as possible to evacuate to carriages other than carriage number seven."

"So, how did you find the killer?"

The bodyguard was stunned for a moment: "Uh...it seems that a young man and the killer had an argument, and the killer's weapon was knocked off during the scuffle. It must be an accident."

"Oh? That's really lucky." Omori Masaki said with some emotion, "But I still have to thank him for his help. Where is that young man? I'll thank him in person later."

The bodyguard looked at the tightly closed door not far away and was a little confused: "Maybe he is still using the toilet?"

…

Taking advantage of the sudden gunshot just now, with the cooperation of the staff, the passengers began to change their positions in confusion.

On the other hand, the robbers, feeling agitated, thought they had just met their colleagues and could no longer sit still.

Seeing the train about to stop at the next station, a man in the middle of the tour group took out a pistol from his pocket and fired into the air, shouting, "No stopping! Everybody, get down!"

"Damn it!"

The five-man team who were searching for the bomb and preparing to go to carriage number six were forced to stop when they heard gunshots. They looked at the gangsters who suddenly appeared in carriage number two with anger in their eyes.

Hagiwara Kenji said in disbelief: "What kind of death train is this? Bombs and gunfire, and it looks like more than one wave?"

Furugaya Rei said sullenly: "The police should have been informed, so why did the train start just now? There are still so many passengers who have not been evacuated!"

"The time is too tight. If one train is delayed, it will affect other trains. We cannot delay it at will, otherwise it will easily cause a chain accident."

Morofushi Jingguang frowned and said, "These three people seem to be the tour group that got on the train at Shinagawa Station..."

Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but exclaim: "No way? Toru is really a psychic? There's something wrong with these three people!"

"Don't talk nonsense. All passengers must be evacuated away from carriage 3!"

Idahang's tone was rarely excited. He clutched Natalie's photo tightly and said, "We have to get rid of the criminals first."

Several people had been quietly transferring the passengers, but suddenly these three gangsters appeared and stopped all the passengers in front.

"Wait, Toru has a message." Several people's cell phones rang at the same time, and when they opened them, the contents were exactly the same.

[The bomb is in the toilet! I'll look from number six forward, you guys look from front to back!]

"No, how did he know?" Matsuda Jinpei was a little confused, "We have already looked for it once."

"No." Furuya Rei said solemnly, "We checked the compartments that were under maintenance and had been used, but there were still a few locked compartments that might have been occupied at the time that we didn't check."

"Let's not worry about why he knew about it. Since Toru specifically sent the message, it means he is sure to get it."

Yi Dahang rubbed his brows tiredly and said, "Let's divide the work. You two will follow the guards to deal with the criminals, and the other two will stay to find the bomb."

"But what if they find it? It's too late to notify them now, and the bomb disposal police can't get on the car at all!" Zhu Fu Jingguang said excitedly, "If we find the bomb now and still throw it away, the risk is..."

Matsuda Jinpei interrupted them directly: "I can!"

"It was risky from the beginning when we got in the car. After all, even if time was not so urgent, we planned to find the bomb and then contact the police, right?

After all, you see, the passengers are in a state of confusion right now, and if it weren’t for the shooting, we wouldn’t be able to evacuate the crowd.”

Matsuda Jinpei shrugged: "The current situation is just the opposite, it's not that different."

He shook the screwdriver in his hand and turned around: "Leave it to me."

"Let's go ahead then. The bombs will be left to Toru and Matsuda!" Date Ko stretched his muscles, crouched down, and his eyes became sharp.

…

On the other side, Chiyoya Hayato struggled to climb out of the train, and using the irregular protrusions on it, she climbed directly from car number six to the vent of car number four.

The earphones in my ears made a crackling sound of electricity, and I could also hear Matsuda Jinpei's breathing and footsteps as he searched for the bomb.

When she and Furutani Rei were inspecting the toilet cubicle, she would deliberately turn the door lock above the location where the bomb was installed to make it look like there was someone inside, and this was how she got through two inspections.

Without her interference at this time, it must not be difficult for Jinpei Matsuda to find the bomb stuck at the top of the compartment.

"Tsk, it's actually here." Matsuda Jinpei muttered in the earphone, "It doesn't look that difficult."

Nonsense! She specially assembled a replica bento-style bomb. It looks simple on the outside, but if you’re not careful, the countdown will restart when the arrival announcement sounds!

Chiyoya Saori felt like she was a Spider-Man who could fly over walls and rooftops, and she had to worry about these idiots all the time.

She went in through the vent, hid the small bag containing her clothes, smoothed her long hair that was messed up by the wind in front of the mirror, pushed her sunglasses, and walked back to the train.

The unfortunate gangsters were quite smart. After realizing that they would inevitably misfire and would miss anyone, they quickly grabbed a passenger nearby and started threatening him.

Morofushi Kagemitsu and Hagiwara Kenji had sweat on their foreheads and their voices were a little hoarse. One was escorting the crowd back, while the other was responsible for attracting the attention of the criminals and trying to get them to lay down their weapons.

And Furuya Rei and Date Kou were on guard, ready to grab the knife at any time.

It seems there is no risk.

Two minutes left.

Chiyoya Hayato walked around the crowd and headed towards the third carriage like an ordinary passenger, finally standing outside the toilet door.

She reached out and touched the sign hanging on the door, pushed her sunglasses, and leaned aside quietly.

"I should cut this, and then..."

The bomb that was originally hung on the wall had been removed from its shell and placed on the sink after being checked for category. Matsuda Jinpei muttered something while the small scissors in his hand moved freely among the dense wires.

Bomb disposal requires not only eyesight, but more importantly, patience. The high-intensity deduction and the technique that can't afford to make mistakes put this young police academy student under tremendous pressure.

At this time, his forehead was already covered with sweat. Although he kept telling himself that this was very simple, when he saw the countdown above start, the curly-haired young man couldn't help but tremble in his voice.

"then……"

Five or six intertwined lines, like the intertwined fate of six people, became the most difficult choice for Jinpei Matsuda at the moment.

Jinpei Matsuda wiped the sweat from his forehead and subconsciously reached for the cell phone in his arms.

It seemed like there was no battery when it was turned off, but now it seems there is still time to make a phone call for help.

This is the last thread.

Jinpei Matsuda immediately took out his cell phone and used the last 3% of the battery to call the officer in the police academy who was trying to recruit him to the Explosives Unit.

"Officer Songdao, I don't have time to explain so much right now. It's like this..."

Chiyoya Saori was outside listening to someone's request for help and pushed her sunglasses helplessly.

Well, now it seems that she is not necessary to appear?

But come to think of it, compared to the much more mature Jinpei Matsuda in the plot, at this time he was still a police academy student who had just entered school not long ago. It was already amazing that he could dismantle the bomb to the last step.

This kind of bomb has a hidden line that needs to be cut. Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara when he first joined the company may not know this, but there is no reason why the seniors in the Explosives Division would not understand this.

But she seemed to be bothered by the lunch boxes of several people...

Last ten seconds.

Chiyoya Saori seemed to hear the screams of the gangsters outside. She put her hand on the cold iron gate and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"So we're going to cut the blue one?" Jinpei Matsuda said through the door. "Okay, this should be the last line... Hey, Officer Matsushima!"

"Tsk, it's still out of power!"

Jinpei Matsuda cut the blue thread, and the countdown on the bomb stopped at five seconds and turned gray.

The curly-haired young man, sweating all over as if he had just been pulled out of the water, put his cell phone aside and took a breath of relief. He looked at the bomb in front of him that had been dismantled into pieces and smiled with a smug look on his face.

"Well, I told you this kind of thing wouldn't be a problem for me..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at Nagoya Station..."

Before Jinpei Matsuda could finish talking to himself, he heard the arrival announcement in a clear and melodious voice.

Then, the screen, which had turned gray, lit up again with a beep, and continued to turn upside down from the fifth second.

“4.”

Matsuda Jinpei's eyes suddenly widened. He grabbed the scissors beside him, his hands shaking constantly, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.

“3.”

No, we can’t let the bomb explode here. This is a platform and there are many people around!

“2.”

It was too late to leave, so Jinpei Matsuda turned around and hugged the bomb, trying to use his tiny body to block the impact of the explosion.

His heart was beating like a drum, and even his ears were ringing. His brain, which was completely unable to think in the emergency, was quickly overloaded, causing his face to turn red in an instant.

"Bang——" It seemed like the sound of a door being knocked open, and a gust of wind rushed in.

“1.”

Someone grabbed his hand, and it was cold and bloody, like an embrace of death.

As if he had rehearsed it thousands of times, the hand still bearing scars guided him to pull the scissors and directly cut the inconspicuous wire hidden among a pile of wires.

At the critical moment, the screen turned black again.

A low, hoarse voice sounded, trembling slightly.

"Fool."