Chapter 53 Daily Life in Police Academy



170.

"interesting……"

On a floor of another taller building, a silver-haired killer wearing a black hat slowly lit a cigarette. He put the sniper rifle aside, and the hot barrel created a thin layer of white mist on the glass.

The sunlight was hot and bright, making the black spot running cautiously on the rooftop in the distance stand out even more.

The two men under the threat of the sniper rifle were like two ants on a leaf, placed in the water flow. They could only dodge in panic and pray for mercy from the wind.

This situation where everything was under control greatly satisfied Gin's desire for control, and even the annoyance caused by certain people a few days ago was transformed into pleasure within just a few shots.

He reached out to the side, and Vodka was quickly passed to the telescope.

The strong man, who was still wearing a black suit and sunglasses in the middle of summer, now had sweat on his forehead. I don't know if it was because of the heat or fear.

Vodka whispered, "Brother, is this mission... a failure? Isn't that police academy student the one who is related to Shinso?"

"Shut up!" Seeing Vodka mention the woman's code name, Gin's lips, which had just raised a little, drooped instantly. He said coldly, "Don't you have eyes?"

Vodka froze for a moment. He pushed his sunglasses and stopped talking, only complaining in his heart.

Is it because the weather is too hot recently? Why is Big Brother getting more and more angry? It can't be that Shen Suo is provoking Big Brother again when he doesn't know, right?

Thinking of Gin's mood that had been fluctuating over the past few months, Vodka felt a pang in his heart.

If I had known, I would have practiced sniping from the beginning...

Thinking about how Chianti and his group still had time to go out with Cinsou to eat, drink and do their mission, Vodka felt how miserable he was.

Gin didn't know that Vodka was complaining in his heart about his fate as a corporate slave. He raised the binoculars again, followed his line of sight, and focused on the two black spots.

The black-haired young man in the picture has a face that is 80% similar to Shinsou. Except for his short and neat hair and more distinct facial angles, the two of them are almost carved from the same mold.

Through the organization's investigation, it has been confirmed that Chiyodani Toru and Shinsou are related by blood, but the former was stranded outside when he was young, and the two have basically never met.

And now it seems that Shinsou has no special feelings for Chiyodani Toru. The latter is still holding back a strong desire to find his sister, not knowing that he almost lost his life at the hands of his relatives.

When Gin thought of this, he felt a little happier.

Compared to Shinsou, Chiyodani Toru was the one Gin met earlier. Even now, he still remembers the young man who held an umbrella, boldly pushed him away to coax the child, and glared at him before leaving.

Bold and ignorant, sincere and enthusiastic, he can be said to be the type of person that the police respect and like the most.

If he is allowed to graduate and enter the Metropolitan Police Department like this, he might become a powerful enemy in the organization as he grows up.

But his contemporaries...

Gin thought about it carefully and found that he couldn't think of a second person who could compare with Chiyodani Toru.

——It should all be irrelevant garbage.

Then there is no need to pay attention.

At this point, seemingly noticing that the sniper was no longer attacking, the black-haired young man moved much more aggressively. He untied his backpack, took out a pair of scissors and a screwdriver, and put his cap back on his head.

His sweaty black hair stuck to his cheeks, which must have been itchy, but he didn't even bother to wipe it off and immediately started dealing with the bomb.

At this moment, Oigawa Arata was leaning against the guardrail at the edge of the rooftop, his entire body completely hidden by the railing. From Gin's perspective, he could only see Chiyodani Toru's half-squatting figure and his increasingly trembling arms.

Chianti was supposed to be in charge of today's mission, but the woman was called away by Shenso a day in advance to handle another mission. Her partner Calvados was too dull and it was easy for him to go wrong if he went on a mission alone.

Too lazy to mobilize other members, Gin came here to kill time after finishing another mission, but he unexpectedly encountered an unexpected surprise.

The shot that should have sent Oigawa Arata to the west was blocked by the young police academy student without hesitation, leaving a deep wound on his arm that was enough to see the bone. What was even more ridiculous was that the bomb that Oigawa Arata was supposed to use to die with them actually worked on himself at this moment.

There was an obvious hint of mockery in Gin's green eyes, but it was quickly replaced by irritation.

"Brother, if the two of them die up there..." Vodka swallowed and said, "Aren't we going to capture that police academy student alive?"

Gin said coldly: "Isn't he defusing the bomb now? Why are you so worried? Go and help him defuse it."

Vodka choked and said angrily, "If he can dismantle it in this situation, he is really amazing."

Bomb disposal is an activity that requires extreme concentration and calculation ability. Not to mention that Chiyodani Toru has been shot and his left hand cannot move. The two negative effects of excessive blood loss and high temperature are enough to disrupt his thinking and make it impossible for him to concentrate.

Not to mention the pain after being shot, Vodka himself found it unbearable just thinking about it.

In this situation, with just a slight shake of the hand, the bomb would explode mercilessly, and Chiyodani Toru and Oigawa Shinto would be reduced to ashes.

"After all, he was the one who dismantled the bomb that Shinsou had set up in a critical moment." Gin exhaled smoke, "Now I believe that Shinsou was not lying."

Despite the existence of truth serum, Gin still doubted the authenticity of the bomb disposal - how could a student who had not even graduated from the police academy dismantle a bomb in such a short time?

Now it seems...

"Chiyodani Toru." He uttered the name, his eyes full of interest. "If he is not dead this time, he is indeed worth bringing back to the organization."

Vodka still hesitated to speak: "Brother, but isn't it more likely that he died like this?"

"No——" Gin glanced at him sideways, "You don't understand these policemen. Even if they die, they will find a way to save Oigawa Arata's life."

Not to mention that he is a well-known justice star in the police academy who will patiently comfort a crying child and would rather get hurt than protect others.

"Besides, he's not stupid."

Thinking of the cases in the past few months where people from the organization had failed inexplicably when approaching him, Gin didn't think that this simple bomb could kill Chiyodani Toru.

And Gin himself just added some spice to the show that was not that exciting to begin with.

The silver-haired killer crushed the cigarette butt and threw it into Vodka's pocket. He picked up the sniper rifle beside him and turned away.

“I am looking forward to his arrival.”

Regardless of life or death, the organization is best at destroying all beautiful things.

171.

15:50

There are still ten minutes until the bomb is scheduled to detonate.

The iron gate at the rooftop exit kept ringing, as if someone was banging on it from inside. However, the old iron gate without a key seemed particularly sturdy at this moment. Apart from shaking off some iron filings, there was no change at all.

The two people leaning against the balcony railing had no time to pay attention to what was happening behind them, so they could only let the sound of banging on the door continue.

"Mr. Oi, please help me put some pressure on the wound with a piece of cloth."

The young man's voice was already noticeably weak. Unable to stop, blood flowed down his arm, split at his elbow, and fell onto his backpack, soaking the sundries in the black backpack.

The backpack also contained drinks sent by Hagiwara Kenji, homemade cookies by Morobushi Kagemitsu, and the speaker that Matsuda Jinpei had repaired...

I don't know if he broke it again.

Chiyotani Toru, wearing a duckbill cap to reduce the heat from the sun on his face, lowered his head and used a screwdriver to unscrew the bomb's outer casing.

He tore off the hem of his clothes, revealing his slender, white waist.

The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss interfered with his movements more than the pain. The black-haired young man blinked hard, and what he saw in front of him were like bright white, gray and black snowflake fragments attached to the fuse of a bomb, making the already chaotic lines even more complicated.

Not wanting to waste energy squatting anymore, he ignored the hot ground and knelt down, moving in front of Oigawa Arata.

"Is it okay to just press it on my arm?" Oigawa Arata held the strip of cloth, his hands trembling slightly, and even his voice revealed his helplessness. "I've never done this before, it might hurt."

"It's okay, just tie it up, it won't hurt."

Chiyodani Toru said this casually, calmly lifting up his sleeves. He did not look at the wound, but squinted his eyes to observe the model of the bomb.

Oigawa Arata tried hard to keep himself still, but stretched out his stiff hands, almost trembling as he pressed the wound with a clean cloth to stop the bleeding.

This can only stop the bleeding temporarily, but if it continues for a long time, it will still be life-threatening.

The gray cloth strips wrapped around him, and blood gushed out in an instant. Oigawa Shinmei clearly felt the young man's body tremble for a moment, but soon calmed down.

He looked closely and saw that apart from the more intense sweat on his face and the bloodless lips, Chiyodani Toru did not show any expression of pain. His black eyes were full of concentration and persistence, and all his attention was focused on the bomb.

The top of the black bomb flashed red, again and again, just like their rapid heartbeats at the moment.

——Toru Chiyodani is just a police academy student who has not yet graduated from the police academy training, and he is not even a major in bomb disposal.

Oigawa Arata is well aware of this fact, but until now, he has had a sense of unreality, as if he were dreaming.

Putting aside whether Chiyodani Toru could defuse the bomb or not, in a situation where he could die if he wasn't careful, how could he close the only way to survival without hesitation and walk towards him with such determination?

Just because he's a policeman?

Oigawa Arata has been doing business for many years and has dealt with the police many times, but he has never seen anyone with such courage.

It seemed as if this was the meaning of his existence. He completely disregarded the danger to himself and was determined to save people who had nothing to do with him.

A twenty-year-old can bear such a heavy responsibility. What is he thinking?

When he thought that the young man in front of him had the same birthday as his daughter, and that it happened to be today, Oigawa Arata felt uncontrollable panic and guilt.

"I'm sorry." He had no other words to say, he could only repeat woodenly, "I'm sorry for you."

Chiyotani Toru propped his injured hand on the ground, and finally started to work on the bomb with his other hand. The scissors danced in the complicated fuse, with a dangerous cold light. He still said calmly: "We will all be fine."

Even at this moment, he was comforting Oigawa Arata.

"Mr. Ooi, when you go back home today, celebrate your birthday with Miss Ooi Yui, and then go find the police." He said, "Do you have any ideas about the person who assassinated you?"

Oigawa Arata nodded randomly: "I know it's them - don't say anything now."

If I lose my concentration again, I will die without a burial place.

Oigawa Arata was not afraid of his own death now, but he did not want to drag the young man in front of him down with him at all.

He raised his head slightly. The railing was not high, and he tried hard to look to the side. He could vaguely see a corner of the screen.

If it really doesn't work... he might as well just jump down from here. As long as he jumps down and the bomb explodes in the air, the young child in front of him will still have a chance of survival.

The fear of heights disappeared in an instant, and Oigawa Arata felt very calm at the moment.

"Don't underestimate me." Chiyodani Toru raised his lips slightly. Although his face was pale and almost transparent, he still said with energy, "I am also the No. 1 of this year."

"But there's also a golden retriever guy who competes with me all the time, and it's really hard to beat him."

Oigawa Shinichi was confused by the intimate complaint in his tone, and couldn't help but say: "You two have a good relationship, right?"

Another line was cut, and Chiyodani Toru said, "But there's not only him, there are four others..."

Seeing the young man become more active, Oigawa Shin said with emotion: "That's great. I don't have a brother who has such a good relationship with me."

"In fact, no matter who it is, if they were in this situation, they would stay without hesitation."

Chiyotani Toru's hands kept moving. He bent down slightly, raised his other hand with some difficulty, and untied the wires, finding the right one from the densely packed ones: "So you really don't have to feel guilty."

At the same time, he said with some annoyance: "But even so, after this is over, I guess I will still be beaten up by them, right?"

Oigawa Arata said without hesitation: "Then come to me and I will help you stop them!"

"By the way, your phone keeps ringing, don't you want to answer it?"

Chiyodani Toru smiled, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks like tears. He did not answer, but continued: "But... they usually can't beat me."

Oigawa Arata accidentally bit his tongue. The severe pain came from the tip of his tongue and went straight into his brain, making him tremble for a moment.

The young man paused and took a beat longer to move the scissors away. He still spoke in a comforting tone, but his voice was a little harsh: "Don't be nervous, I can defuse this bomb."

Even though it was so hot that it was almost smoking, Oigawa Arata felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

"Chiyodani-kun." He steadied himself and trembled as he shouted, "Call me Mr. Oi again."

This time the other party did not reply. He lowered his head, and Oigawa Arata could only see the brim of his hat which was wet with sweat.

The faint breathing sounds and the clicking sounds of scissors opening and closing were particularly obvious at this moment. The ringing of the ring in the young man's backpack and the banging sounds outside the door never stopped.

Oigawa Arata only reacted belatedly at this time. Due to excessive blood loss, Chiyodani Toru could no longer hear his voice. He had been relying on the support of his will to continue to dismantle the bomb in an orderly manner.

Just to appease his emotions, he pretended nothing happened and acted as if everything was fine.

15:57

“It’s almost over.”

The young man in front of him murmured.


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