Chapter 3623-3635 [Rum's Eye for Choice]
"The pachinko parlor and the zoo, the two places that were bombed today, both seem to be amusement parks. According to this pattern, at first glance, the parking lot and my car seem to be very safe."
Curaçao rested one hand on the car door, looking down at his car, his gaze slowly turning serious: "But is that really the case? — What if Uzo predicted I would think this way, and planted the next bomb in my car?"
Outside, she could use her skills to maneuver and avoid potentially bomb-laden locations. But once inside the car and driving...
Recalling the time recently when he was in a car, he saw Ireland and Vodka jumping up and down on a speeding vehicle like monkeys from afar, Curaçao's eyes twitched and he instinctively took two steps back.
She stretched out a finger and slammed the car door shut, making a decision: "Maybe I should walk a few more steps to the station and take the train. Uzo is good at conserving human resources and doesn't have a habit of mass killings. Taking the tram or subway should be safer than driving myself."
"As for this car, we'll have one of our outside staff come over tonight to get some equipment to check it out. If there are no problems, then we'll let him drive it away."
A cold-blooded boss made this decision.
Then she recalled the traffic conditions in the vicinity and started walking in one direction.
After taking only a few steps, Curaçao noticed out of the corner of her eye that a striking blond-haired, dark-skinned man was walking towards her from the direction she had come from.
"..." Bourbon!
Wasn't he with the police and Uzo? How did he suddenly end up here?! What...what does Uzo want him to do?!
Curaçao's heart, which had just begun to relax, suddenly jumped again.
She immediately looked away and casually slipped into another alleyway nearby.
At the same time, she caught a glimpse of Bourbon glancing around. Then, the dangerous man turned his head and looked in her direction.
Curaçao: "..."
Don't recognize me.
...Don't come any closer.
...Get out of here!
Things didn't go as planned.
As the footsteps grew closer, Curaçao's vision blurred, and he could only quicken his pace, adopting the same style he used when stealing intelligence and running away. He hurried through the alleyway while constantly keeping an eye out for any bombs nearby.
...
Curaçao is hiding from Amuro Tooru, who is chasing after a suspicious person ahead.
The two figures disappeared one after the other. After a moment of silence, Jiang Xia emerged from the shadows of the alley.
One murderous aura chasing another—this scene is far more interesting than a boring bomb.
Both are highly skilled and experienced intelligence agents, employing a variety of tracking and counter-tracking techniques, and their escape and pursuit routes are also full of twists and turns.
However, for the medium, none of this was a problem. Jiang Xia sniffed the air and quickly followed in one direction at a leisurely pace.
While I was happily watching, a phone call suddenly came in.
Jiang Xia took out his phone and saw it was Officer Sato calling him. Remembering the bomb hadn't been defused yet, he answered, his voice grave: "How's it going on your end?"
Sato Miwako didn't have time for pleasantries and quickly described the situation: "The time bomb's countdown was 20 minutes. Takagi arrived at ISOBE Flower Garden in less than 10 minutes, but the bomber gave no further instructions, and the countdown never stopped."
As she spoke, she glanced at the electronic screen not far away and said anxiously, "There are less than nine minutes left now. And the text messages received on that anonymous phone are also constantly urging us to hurry up..."
“ISOBE Floral Garden.” Just then, Jiang Xia’s voice came from the other end, sounding somewhat surprised, “Isn’t the answer to that riddle Jin Song Park?”
Officer Sato was taken aback: "Kinsong Park?"
Jiang Xia recalled for a moment: "Didn't you say that just now?"
Inspector Megure, who was listening in: "..." No! As soon as that despicable boss Amuro ran away, you immediately followed him without saying a word!
Jiang Xia smiled, pretending that she hadn't asked anything, and continued in a calm tone: "It's not a big problem, anyway, the two parks aren't that far apart. The Romanized name for Jinsong Park is KANEMATSU PARK, and the first message I received on my phone at the time said 'Name → Production'."
"The English word for name is 'NAME', and the word for production is 'MAKE'. The arrow in the middle means conversion. In other words, to solve this mystery, you need to convert 'NAME' into 'MAKE'."
Officer Sato was a little confused, but after writing it down in his notebook, he understood: "So you replace N with M, and M with K?"
Jiang Xia responded, "Following this pattern, if you change the Romanization of Jinsong Park, it will become 'KAMEKATSU,' which means 'the tortoise won.'"
The tortoise won, which means the race between the tortoise and the hare has reached its finish line.
Officer Sato suddenly realized and turned to the side: "Takagi, go to Kinsho Park right now! That's the right place."
Officer Takagi, still catching his breath: "!"
Still, are we going to run away?
He gritted his teeth, picked up the bag from the ground, and resigned himself to his fate and started running around again.
...
In the alley.
Curaçao had tried everything she could, but it was daytime, not a convenient time to hide. She also felt there were bombs everywhere she looked, her route was blocked, and Bourbon was no pushover...
After a 20-minute chase and counter-chase, Curaçao was still unable to shake off the guy behind him.
Moreover, perhaps sensing that her escape skills were different from ordinary people, Curaçao clearly felt that Bourbon's fighting spirit had been ignited, as if he had a determination not to give up until he caught her.
"...This idiot."
The thought that Bourbon had been in face-to-face contact with Uzo for so long, yet hadn't discovered any flaws in the other's abilities, and had instead been completely manipulated, appearing to have become a seasoned puppet weapon, made Curaçao deeply doubt Rum's judgment—this is the genius intelligence agent you carefully selected?
I really want to pack those two up together and stuff them into Black Panther's belly.
but……
"He was as stupid as a pig when facing Uzo, but how come he's so cunning and difficult to deal with when tracking me? Of the three of us, who is the problem?"
After a brief moment of confusion, Curaçao slowly came to her senses and realized that now was not the time to think about these things.
The most urgent thing is to figure out how to shake off this guy behind me!
"It's probably impossible to do it using the intricate network of alleys," Curaçao sighed, and had to change her approach:
"Why don't I find a crowded place and try to blend in? My coat is a different color when turned inside out, and I also have a spare wig in my bag. If I can use the crowd to cover up my disguise and change my makeup, I'll have a chance to confuse people and leave smoothly."
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