Chapter 3488 3500 [Vodka: Connected! ] Ask for monthly ticket ()
Under the guidance of the enthusiastic police officer, Inspector Megure turned to look at the bridge... and then his eyes went dark.
If the explosion had only affected nearby vehicles, it could be assumed they were accidentally ignited by the flames. But the explosion happened on the bridge nearly a hundred meters away... What does this mean? It means someone deliberately set it off!
Before we could catch all the lawless criminals, a new one suddenly appeared.
Inspector Megure grabbed James who had just been caught and said, "What the hell are you doing?"
"No! No! It wasn't us!" James tried to look sincere. "Look, we only had tranquilizer guns with us when we went out. How could we go and blow up an innocent bridge for no reason? We're your allies, not some bombing spree."
Inspector Megure was skeptical: Theoretically, what this foreign old man said made some sense, but in reality, this also meant that there was really one more outlaw nearby.
"Go after them!" He sent his men weakly. "Watch out for other bombs on the way. Seriously, every time it's this time of year, there are always people setting off explosions. Do they think that one explosion will make the weather warmer? ... They deserve a beating!"
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As the police gave chase.
In the distance, the man who had just detonated the bomb drove away in his car hidden in the woods.
"Haha!" Thinking of the chaotic scene just now, the bomb demon pounded his thigh hard, and the muscles all over his body trembled with tension and excitement.
Originally, he just wanted to find a deserted place to test the bomb, but when watching the news two days ago, he suddenly discovered that near the place where he planned to conduct the experiment, there was actually a congressman who was going to hold a charity tennis tournament.
The two events collided, and the bomber's mind suddenly became active: since he was going to blow up the bridge anyway, why not plant the bomb on the bridge? When the congressman returned triumphantly from the charity tennis match, he would suddenly detonate the bomb! This would give the congressman and society as a whole a sufficient shock, and a little warm-up.
"It's out in the middle of nowhere. By the time the police arrive after the explosion, I'll have already run away." The bomber thought about it and it seemed more and more feasible. "It's safe, and the response would be huge—a congressman, and one who's such a popular figure..."
The bomber was so excited that he couldn't sleep when he thought about the news that would be everywhere after the explosion he caused.
So he stayed awake all night, came here with full of expectations and dark circles under his eyes, and then waited and waited...but the congressman never returned, and all he got was a long line of police cars, a long line of second-hand cars, and a long line of unmarked black cars.
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Looking at the rows of convoys, the bomber was briefly bewildered: When did this sparsely populated suburb become a tourist destination? Why were these people arriving in such large groups?
He belatedly stopped the little drama in his head, took out his phone to search the news, and was shocked to find that the congressman was actually dead.
Not only that, but a kidnapping case also occurred nearby. Also, some people reported seeing flames and faint ping-pong sounds at the dock, suggesting a gang fight.
It was not until then that the bomber realized that the noises he had just heard were not from the dock or factory - but someone was trying to steal his thunder!
“Who on earth is it!?”
His dream of making headlines was shattered. Everything was completely different from the small theater he had been performing for so long. Now, let alone dominating the news with his own explosion, it was doubtful whether he could even get a small page in the newspaper tomorrow.
Now that things have come to this, if you are sensible, you should pack your bags and get ready to leave.
However, in reality, the bomb demon could not swallow this humiliation no matter what.
He gritted his teeth and held the remote control in his hand, intending to use the bomb he had secretly hidden on the side of the bridge to severely blow up the bridge and shock the police and those guys who were trying to steal his limelight.
However, a closer look revealed no vehicles were passing on the bridge. Detonating the bridge for no apparent reason at this moment seemed to offer no demonstration of power; it would only make him look like a fool punching the air at a fighting tournament.
Just when he was in a dilemma, suddenly, he noticed that on one side of the bridge, a group of people were driving a small boat and sneaking into the bridge hole.
The bomber was silent for a moment: At this time, at this place, under the bridge...why are there so many people in black?
Although he was a little confused, he soon became ecstatic: Hey, what good luck! Isn't the news I wanted here?
He didn't blow up the bridge just for the sake of blowing it up; he was a cold-blooded, heartless bomber. He'd been waiting here for so long tonight just to attack the group under the bridge!
While imagining tomorrow's news headlines, he pressed the detonator button with a grim smile as the other party was about to come out through the bridge hole.
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sea miles.
Amuro Toru, who was floating face to face with Akai Shuichi, looked at the bridge that had exploded on one side, and his eyes twitched slightly: The secret ambush team he arranged was ambushed by others before it even appeared?!
Who did this?! Is it ouzo again?
...If that's the case, then has my current identity been exposed?
"No!" Amuro Toru took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "If they really think I'm an undercover agent, then given the distance between me and the ghost ship, they can easily snipe at me and Akai Shuichi from the ship."
"But nothing's happened yet... The situation shouldn't be too bad. I need to stay calm and not get too excited and expose myself."
With this in mind, facing the approaching ghost ship, Amuro Toru showed no fear at all. He turned around as if nothing had happened and said to Vodka on the ship, "What are you standing there for? Come and catch Akai!"
While admiring the moon, I saw a bottle of bourbon vodka: "?!"
Why are you here?! Who do you want me to arrest?! What do you want to do?!
He took a step back in shock, and then found that the annoying hand on his shoulder had been released without him knowing when.
Vodka was overjoyed and turned around to run into the cabin, but at this moment, he suddenly stopped.
"No!" Vodka took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Why did Wuzo suddenly stop holding me down? He didn't even whisper threats and tell me to stand there and not move?"
After much thought, there is only one answer - his escape fits the script that Uzo wanted!
If that's the case, then you must never run!
Thinking of this, Vodka gritted his teeth and turned back.
Only then did he belatedly digest Bourbon's call: "Akai Shuichi?"
Why are we talking about that silver bullet again?!
Wait, Silver Bullet!
Thinking of the key glass of wine in the case just now that revealed the werewolf's identity, Vodka suddenly felt refreshed and felt that everything made sense.
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Thanks to the big guys for the [monthly ticket] (σ≧▽≦)σ.
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