Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Chapter 36 This scene before my eyes made me...
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The scene before them made Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara's pupils shrink suddenly.
"……What?!"
The bomb timer has restarted, and the bomb maker is operating it remotely!
This thought flashed through their minds quickly.
But it was too late.
The numbers on the display on the bomb changed, as if the Grim Reaper's scythe was falling inch by inch.
“5”.
Time seemed to be stretched, the scene before my eyes seemed to be frozen, and yet it was rushing forward like a flying bullet!
Matsuda Jinpei turned around and shouted fiercely, "Run!!"
This is the top floor of the teaching building. All the students have been evacuated and only a few fully armed policemen are left on the entire floor.
The police behind him seemed to be suddenly awakened by the shout, and reacted suddenly, running out desperately and desperately.
But how far can they move in the few seconds left while wearing heavy protective suits?
The power of this explosive is estimated to be around 20 kilograms of TNT, which is powerful enough to reduce the entire three floors here to ruins!
No one can escape within 5 seconds.
All thoughts disappeared, and Matsuda Jinpei's mouth was filled with the taste of blood from gnashing his teeth. He caught something from the corner of his eye and turned around suddenly to see Hagiwara Kenji picking up the bomb and running in the opposite direction of them.
"Hagiwara——!"
Jinpei Matsuda followed without hesitation.
No protective clothing, no protection at all.
Therefore, it is more flexible and can move away from them with the bomb.
Are you kidding me? No, no—
“3”.
The noisy and chaotic sounds in the headphones disappeared. The world became extremely quiet.
There was no time to speak, no time to react, life and death happened in a split second.
Jinpei Matsuda finally caught Kenji Hagiwara.
The next second, the bomb was thrown into the sealed elevator by Hagiwara Kenji. The elevator door closed and Matsuda Jinpei pulled him downstairs.
This is not a special explosion-proof elevator and cannot withstand much of the power of the explosion, but in the current situation, we can only try our best.
The protective suit weighing several hundred kilograms dragged down the body like a mountain.
Hard, disjointed breathing.
Jinpei Matsuda seemed to hear the sound of Hagiwara Kenji smiling with the corners of his lips twitching.
"Matsuda, dying on the same day of the same month of the same year is quite romantic."
***
“3”.
The bomber looked at the university from afar, and his excited and trembling voice sounded in the car.
Bomb it! Bomb it! Damn the police! Kill them all!
At this moment, a sudden and careless voice came from behind him, which almost scared him to jump.
"How interesting! Is this the will of the world?"
The bomber's pupils shrank in fear. Just as he was about to turn around, a cold hand suddenly reached out from behind him and firmly grasped his wrist holding the remote control!
Her fingertips dug into the flesh of his arm.
The bomber screamed in pain, and the remote control device instinctively slipped out of his hand and fell straight down - then was caught steadily in mid-air.
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and pressed a few buttons on the remote control.
The remote control didn't respond, as if it was malfunctioning.
Same as before.
At that moment just now, he clearly wanted to stop it in advance, but suddenly became unable to move, as if he was really unconscious.
It seemed as if the whole world was stopping him from saving people.
"I really can't accept it."
"How is it possible that there is a destined death?"
Mo Shiyu suddenly sneered, and the strength in his hands was so strong that he almost broke the bomber's arm.
The bomber screamed and turned around, struggling to break free, but the man who had been unable to break free from his hands just now seemed like a different person. His face was pale, and when he looked at him with his eyes lowered, the corners of his narrow eyes added a bit of chilling and fascinating coldness.
The bomber looked familiar and trembled, and was filled with shock and anger. "You——"
Mo Shiyu threw the remote control device away, pulled out the black rope from his pocket, and when the bomber instinctively bent down to pick up the remote control device, he wrapped the black rope around his neck.
"Stop the bomb timer."
As he said this, Mo Shiyu twisted the black rope backwards, tightly strangling the neck of the bomber who was in the driver's seat.
The black rope automatically tightened, and a deep red dent was almost immediately left on the neck, while the sides turned a deathly white.
“2”.
The bomber's eyes widened, his body was forced to lean back, his back pressed against the seat. Due to the huge force on his neck, his body was suspended in the air, and all the support points of his body were on his neck. The feeling of suffocation made him kick his legs frantically, and the lack of oxygen to his brain caused layers of images to appear in front of his eyes. He couldn't even hear what the people behind him were saying.
"Stop, bomb, time it up." Mo Shiyu repeated it again in a low and slow voice.
"Please...ah...yes..." The bomber relied almost on the instinct for survival. He kept his bloodshot eyes wide open and pressed the pause button with trembling fingers.
“1”.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Mo Shiyu turned his head and stared at the school building in the distance.
There was no explosion.
It was clearly the same operation, Mo Shiyu failed, but the bomber succeeded.
He can't change the plot himself, is that what you mean?
Is it because he is not a native that he should not exist?
It was obvious that this world had played a trick on fate and changed his life.
"This kind of rule is bullshit." Mo Shiyu said softly in a voice that only he could hear.
The bomber's glasses had fallen somewhere and he was shaking like a sieve. He looked at Mo Shiyu with extremely terrified eyes.
At this moment, the bomber no longer had the energy to think about his strange mumbling. Any romantic thoughts were thrown out of his mind. He said in a trembling voice, "Is that enough? Can I go now?"
Mo Shiyu came back to his senses, looked at him and said, "...Of course."
The next second, he turned around and broke the bomber's neck cleanly.
“…”
There was a creepy "bang".
The bomber's neck was twisted 180 degrees, his expression frozen at the moment when joy turned to hopelessness, and his body twitched and then collapsed.
Mo Shiyu put down the body, his eyes drooping with no emotion.
"If you had any memory, you'd probably think I was despicable and unfair. You could have killed two excellent police officers, causing countless people to suffer and cry, and only then was you caught after seven years of escaping impunity. And now, you've died in this dark place, all because of me. But there's no such thing as fairness in this world."
"What a fitting way to die for you. I loved it."
Mo Shiyu casually dragged the corpse to the passenger seat, then flipped over into the driver's seat and fastened the seat belts for himself and the corpse. He glanced at the rearview mirror, and before the police in the distance gathered around him, he stepped on the accelerator and the car sped forward.
***
FBI agent Judy Starlin parked the car 200 meters away, a distance that was difficult to detect and track.
"It's really unlucky."
Judy clicked her headphones and complained softly.
They finally found clues about the code name of the organization's member, who was Gin's confidant, Valentine.
The name of this code-named member is often mentioned together with Gin in FBI files, and he is present in the dark in many assassination activities led by Gin.
In fact, Valentine's experience is not that deep. He has only emerged in the killer world in the past two years.
Compared with the notorious Gin and Vermouth, not many people have seen this codenamed member. Even within the FBI, there is only one relatively clear photo that has been captured and preserved.
Judy remembered the photo. The person in the photo was carrying a heavy guitar bag on one shoulder, wearing a black woolen hat and a black turtleneck windbreaker. With his head lowered, he walked out of a bright and beautiful five-star hotel alone and stepped into the gloomy streets of New York.
That was the only photo the FBI took of him. His pale, drooping face was hidden by his hair, so it was impossible to see it clearly. Only his iconic long, smoky-gray hair hanging from his knitted cap looked like smoke from a poison hook. It was hard to forget once you saw it.
That day, a veteran mafia boss who lived about 350 yards away from the hotel was shot in the head by a sniper rifle the moment he stepped out of his car. The entire car window was covered with blood and brain matter.
Judy, who had traveled all the way from the United States to Japan, met Valentine in person for the first time today. He was so young that she still couldn't believe it. "This college student is Valentine? How old is he? 19? 20?"
Although she knew that she shouldn't judge a book by its cover, this was too far from what she had imagined, wasn't it?
The FBI hacked into the school's internal surveillance system, and the agents squatted in front of the display screen all day, watching this student attend class obediently, be woken up by the professor to answer questions because he dozed off, eat in the cafeteria at noon, and go out to play ball with classmates... Judy was deeply depressed.
Even if it was a disguise, it was truly too dedicated. Judy felt like she was playing house with him. Could a murderer who had killed countless people actually be enjoying campus life?
It's a conspiracy theory no matter how you look at it.
However, Akai Shuichi in the headset said, "It's him. Be alert."
Judy was stunned, "...I know."
Just when Judy thought she would have to accompany the other person to class for another afternoon, this unchanging life finally encountered a change.
Two bombers planted a bomb in this university, and Valentine was kidnapped by the bomber.
Several FBI agents were following the case live at the school. "They extorted 1 billion, and the Japanese government paid them."
"He got robbed on purpose, right?" Judy said, propping her head up against the headset. "You don't often get a billion dollars for nothing. And you can put the blame on someone who's already unlucky."
Shuichi Akai was at the headquarters, looking at the real-time situation at the school.
"The bomb started counting down again, but stopped at the last second," the FBI responded in real time.
"It's like the bomber suddenly had a change of heart."
No, it wasn't the bomber who had a change of heart.
Shuichi Akai bit the cigarette in his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke.
Through the smoky gray mist, the dark green eyes are deep.
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