Chapter 3628-3643 [Advice for Rum]
Curaçao flipped in mid-air. Although she was thrown into the air currents, she wasn't entirely blown away—her alertness had been heightened the moment Bourbon stopped her. And upon hearing the cry of "Die!", Curaçao's body reacted faster than her mind.
The flying manhole cover didn't hit her, but the blast of air made her feel a little uncomfortable, though not seriously. After regaining her balance, Curaçao was about to land when she suddenly heard an anxious cry, "Miss Shirai!"
"?!"
The terrifying voice etched into her DNA instantly disrupted her balance, and Curaçao fell to the ground with a thud, rolling several times before finally getting up, covered in dust.
Bourbon, on the other side, rolled a few times on the ground before standing up at the same time as her. Curaço gritted her teeth and glared at her unfortunate colleague, a murderous intent rising in her heart: She should have known that getting too close to Bourbon would never end well!
But... knowing it doesn't seem to help. That madman Bourbon actually chased her all the way from the coffee shop to here.
"Uzo is using him way too well. It seems that his time at Amuro Detective Agency was well worth it."
In a flash, a ton of complex thoughts raced through Curaçao's mind: she had genuinely thought Bourbon was a talented person—and that probably wasn't a misperception, because Rum had also thought highly of him. With that one-eyed man's discerning eye, Bourbon must have indeed had a glorious period.
But ever since he let a wolf into his house and hired an employee named Jiang Xia into his Amuro Detective Agency, his IQ has visibly begun to decline sharply.
"Speaking of which, Bourbon was closer to the manhole cover just now, and he was straddling his motorcycle, making it even more difficult for him to move... It's amazing he didn't die, he's really hard to kill." Curaçao had uttered this sentiment for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
"I have to admit, he's got some skills. Yet, this guy is being completely manipulated by Uzo, and he doesn't even realize it..."
Therefore, the most crucial factor in Bourbon's downfall should be "letting the wolf into the house".
When Curaçao thought of this word, he couldn't help but think of a certain one-eyed boss with terrible taste who was obsessed with recruiting Uzo.
Just as she was exuding a chilling murderous aura, a sudden thought struck her: "If I report today's case to Rum, focusing on how Bourbon was controlled by Uzo and chased me for several tens of minutes, even precisely stopping me right above a bomb and waiting to be blown up, would he, like me, reconsider Bourbon's current situation and re-evaluate Uzo's dangerousness?"
The thought flashed through her mind, and almost immediately she wanted to take a picture of Bourbon's miserable state and then write an email to Rum.
But after glancing at the chaotic scene, Curaçao finally turned and left before Bourbon could react.
—It will be too late if we don't run now.
These two guys are dangerous enough on their own, but together they're like a master swordsman wielding his foolish divine sword, multiplying their destructive power many times over.
"Anyway, I have nothing to do with this bombing. If the police insist on taking my statement afterward, I will go directly to the Metropolitan Police Department. I can't stay with them, otherwise who knows how much trouble will follow."
As she thought about it, she ran at top speed, like an arrow, towards the nearby tram station.
And after she ran over in a flash.
At the intersection a dozen meters away, an armored truck stared in disbelief at the scene. After a long while, the driver hesitated and asked, "Isn't that the woman from earlier? The one who was arguing on our armored truck route?"
The co-pilot nodded: "It should be. And that explosion just now..."
The two exchanged a glance, as if they had already seen a bombing murder case on tomorrow's headlines.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" the co-pilot urged. "It's not safe here. Honestly, who planned this route? Luckily, we made a quick decision and changed our route."
The two lucky security guards muttered to themselves as they sped away from the troublesome area, pushing the limits of speed.
...
Half a minute ago, next to the explosion site.
Hirukawa Takuji pressed the detonation button hard, and then watched with great satisfaction as the manhole cover, motorcycle, and people flew into the air with a loud bang.
Just as he was about to say "Be careful in your next life" and leave gracefully, he looked up and saw that the two people who had landed had actually gotten up after rolling around a few times, as if nothing had happened.
Hiruchuan Zhuoji: "...?"
That doesn't make sense.
Normally, shouldn't those two bastards who blocked his fortune be lying on the ground, their bones broken, dead, like tattered sacks?
"Could it be that it bounced after falling to the ground, making it look like it 'sat' up?"
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked again, only to see that the two people were no longer sitting—they had both stood up.
Hiruchuan Zhuosi: "..."
...Did it blow up a ghost?!
His legs went weak, and he almost fell. But just then, someone called out a name and ran quickly toward the two people.
"Others can see them too, so they must be alive?" Hirukawa Takuji was muttering to himself when he suddenly noticed that Jiang Xia, who had run closer, turned around and glanced in their direction.
"?!"
Hirukawa Takuji finally came to his senses and turned to run. After running for about ten meters, he turned back, still shaken, only to find that the famous detective hadn't chased after him at all.
"...You scared me. Why are you looking at me if I'm not going to chase you!" Hirukawa Takuji cursed, then suddenly realized he understood: the detective probably just saw someone here and that's why he glanced over.
Thinking about it this way, he immediately felt a little relieved. As he ran, he muttered to himself, "I was the only suspicious person around. I even shouted before detonating it. How could that detective not have thought that I was the one who detonated the bomb? Humph, reputation is just a facade. I guess I made the right choice by sending him that sample."
After mocking the young detective, Hirukawa Takuji immediately became worried again: "The armored truck that was almost in our hands just flew away like that, what should we do next?"
He thought for a moment, then continued to flee into the distance while taking out his phone and dialing a number.
...
Next to the empty sewer.
The flying manhole cover crashed back to the ground with a clang, smashing a large crack in the solid concrete pavement. Kidd was grazed by the flying debris, his face turning pale: luckily, he was alert and stopped in time; otherwise, if he had run any faster, this deadly weapon would have landed right on his head.
"Is the detective my nemesis?" The phantom thief muttered to himself, rubbing his head which was almost bursting open. "Every time I run into you guys, nothing good ever comes of it."
Jiang Xia pretended not to hear and, like a good employee, came to Amuro Tooru's side: "Boss, are you alright?"
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