27 Chapter 27
◎Not all chimney climbers are Santa Claus◎
Chapter 27 [Not all chimney climbers are Santa Claus]
Mao Lilan is good at karate. Judging from the skills of a junior high school girl, it can be judged that she has a certain ability to protect herself against criminals armed with cold weapons.
The hairpin was given to Suzuki Sonoko as a "weapon", but what about Agatsuma Sayuri?
She judged her own status and abilities:
Physical strength: Running 3,000 meters is difficult, but running 800 meters is definitely acceptable.
Fighting: Although this body has not been trained, she still remembers the Mulan Fist she learned in college
Weapons: If metal accessories on clothes can be considered weapons, then she has a lot of them.
So, apart from her three-kilogram skirt, the metal accessories are her biggest weapon.
The hostages were exhausted from squatting on the ground. Some had already changed positions and sat down, while many more continued to silently endure the pain and panic. As time passed, some of the girls could no longer bear the pressure and began to sob.
This caused the criminals to look more towards the hostages and fiercely prevent them from making any sound.
The leading man turned on the machine used by the dessert shop to play promotional advertisements, deleted the original advertising slogan, and said "Hello" twice.
A clear and loud voice came from outside the dessert shop. He cleared his throat with satisfaction and shouted loudly: "Listen to me, police outside, immediately prepare 10 billion yen, an armored car and a helicopter to ensure that my people can leave safely. Otherwise..."
He turned to his younger brother and asked, "How many hostages do we have?"
"36 people."
He roared into the microphone again: "I'll give you half an hour to prepare what I want. If you don't, I'll kill a hostage every five minutes and detonate a bomb in Tokyo every half hour."
Agatsuma Sayuri was speechless. Anyone who's watched TV dramas knows that there's been no successful case of hostage-taking to demand money from the police. Either the hostages all die, they don't get what they want, and then they're rounded up by the police. Or some of the hostages die, they don't get what they want, and then they're rounded up by the police.
There is another worst-case scenario for the criminals: the hostages remain safe, they don't get what they want, and are apprehended by the police, who can then improve their reputation among the public. This is essentially giving the police a leg up.
Besides, they really don't know how heavy 10 billion yen is.
If 100 million yen weighs about 115 kilograms, 10 billion yen would weigh 11.5 tons. Even if there were armored trucks and helicopters, which armored truck could carry 11.5 tons at once?
They just need a truck with a load capacity of 20 tons, and load his accomplices on the truck to make it easier for the police to arrest them all at once.
If even the hostages could think of this, how could the criminals not consider it when they were about to do something big? They must have a backup plan.
My wife, Sayuri, was thinking this, but she didn't expect someone to grab her collar and force her to stand up. In order not to implicate the two girls, she let go and screamed softly, feeling weak, pitiful and helpless.
The bow, having been removed from its locator, hung loosely on her chest, tilted to the right, losing its original graceful trembling. A few strands of the wig, held in place by pins, fell off as she was pulled, making the girl look even paler and weaker.
As for the fact that she had applied thick foundation, even if her face turned pale, it would not be noticeable, and this was obviously overlooked by the criminals.
My wife Sayuri was dragged by the gangsters and staggered to a stop in front of the leading man. Her legs were shaking and it took her a long time to stand up straight - she had been squatting for too long and her legs were numb.
The leading man held a gun in one hand and stood in a blind spot where he could not be targeted by a sniper rifle.
The gangster who was holding my wife Sayuri loudly reported: "Boss, the hostage has been brought here."
"Yeah." The man nodded, then looked at my wife Sayuri.
My wife, Sayuri, had just straightened up. A memory from a past life had her standing with her feet shoulder-width apart, unsteadily. To enhance the beautiful curves of her skirt, she cupped her hands, actually holding the loose bow. At the same time, she kept her chin slightly lowered, her gaze straight ahead, her shoulders open, and her chest and stomach pulled in.
One of them looked over indifferently, the other looked over timidly, and then they adjusted their perspectives at the same time.
Agatsuma Sayuri also didn't expect that the criminal was half a head shorter than her (with shoes on). If she wanted to act pitiful, she had to lower her head. But this angle would greatly reduce the "pitiful" expression.
You know, the most perfect expression of pity is looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, against the backdrop of the blue sky and the transparent skin illuminated by the light.
The feeling of fragility, as if about to dissipate in the light, is the wonderful atmosphere that this expression can create.
But if the "actor" himself is half a head taller than the audience...
It was clear from the gangster's attitude of taking half a step back that he felt his "superior" status was challenged and that the hostage was too strong.
Of course! My wife Sayuri would never admit that she is too strong!
Even if he is a gangster or the leader of a robbery gang, if he dares to say something like "Why are you so strong?", my wife Sayuri will beat him up even if she risks her life today!
Perhaps the threat in my wife Sayuri's eyes was greater than pity, and the criminal did not dare to say the words that the girl was worried about.
He looked him up and down, then sneered as if he had realized the difference in fighting power between the two sides.
"May I have your name?"
"Sayuki Agatsuma." In the current situation, any acting is meaningless. Sayuki Agatsuma no longer pretends to be pitiful, but answers in a serious manner.
Perhaps this was considered "obedient" in the eyes of the criminals. The man waved his hand and signaled his younger brother, "Bring those things over here, let's decorate the lady."
A few minutes later, several more cumbersome things appeared under my wife's soft half-cloak. The man gestured to the girl with the remote control in his hand and patted my wife's face.
"Little guy, be good and obedient, so you can live a little longer."
My wife Sayuri: "..."
Could she still disobey now? Would she dare? With a click of the remote control in your hand, she would go to heaven to wait for Zhu Fu Jingguang.
The leader, very pleased with the obedient expression of the taller girl, flashed a smug and complacent grin. Suddenly, as if realizing something, he grabbed my wife Sayuri's arm and dragged her out to a position where the sniper could see her, and also where the police outside the door could see her.
Deliberately positioning the girl's body in front of him, the leader turned on the microphone and fiercely declared to the police, media, and the crowd outside the store: "If you don't act, I can turn this girl into a starting pistol, 'bang!' Just a reminder for you to run."
Considering the fact that the explosives on Agatsuma Sayuri's body were totally inconsistent with her clothes and the remote control in the hands of the criminals, anyone could understand that once the starting gun was fired, the child would be torn into pieces.
The leader's speech was so brilliant that not only the people outside and the hostages, but even the criminals themselves were attracted and focused their eyes on their dazzling leader.
Ever since my wife Sayuri was kidnapped, Mao Lilan has been ready to take action. She is ready to take a risk. At least she can't watch my wife Sayuri being killed and do nothing.
Suzuki Sonoko had no confidence in her own fighting ability, but if Mao Lilan was going to charge forward... she couldn't be the one holding them back. She had to at least do something within her ability.
The situation at the scene was overwhelmingly unfavorable. The media outside the store were chattering and making inflammatory remarks, and other onlookers also remained distrustful of the police.
Kudo Shinichi didn't bother to look at the mess at the scene. He called his father for help, and the reply was: "Come here immediately, don't act rashly."
This means that Kudo Yusaku dropped his work and went to the scene to help. Kudo Shinichi did have an unreasonable trust in his father, but at the same time, he also had his own judgment on the emergency situation at the scene.
Of course there is no problem in waiting for Dad to come and help, but he is going to be a detective in the future. How can he back down when faced with difficulties?
Yusaku Kudo is his most reliable supporter, but that cannot be a reason for him to not take action.
He went to the back door of the fast food restaurant and, while the police weren't paying attention, took the employee ladder and climbed to the roof. He observed the distance between the two buildings, took a few steps back, accelerated, sprinted, and then jumped.
The boy, who had just entered junior high school and hadn't yet begun to develop, had a light body. His strength and explosive power, maintained through long periods of exercise, allowed him to land as gently as a cat. He didn't even need to roll to dissipate the force; simply by slightly bending his knees and taking a few steps forward, he absorbed the impact.
There were several policemen guarding the back door against the wall, but the door to the employee passage could not be opened. It was probably that the criminals had sealed the door from the inside.
To create a natural and warm atmosphere, the dessert shop uses large floor-to-ceiling windows in the lobby where customers are received. At the same time, there are almost no windows in the staff areas, or only small windows that are wide enough to extend a palm.
This thwarted the police's plan to enter through the back door. At the same time, there were a large number of hostages at the front door, and the police's actions could be greatly curbed by simply threatening them with hostages.
The police couldn't find a suitable opportunity to take action for a while, so they could only raise funds and delay time.
Kudo Shinichi looked around the top floor. This kind of non-pre-made dessert shop does require baking. However, the kitchen room has no windows, so an additional airway is needed to quickly exhaust the gas from the kitchen.
This allows the aroma to spread not only inside the store, but also attract more customers on the street.
Modern commercial kitchen air duct designs usually have very large diameters to meet the needs of large displacement.
At this moment, perhaps Kudo Shinichi can also cosplay as Santa Claus and climb into the room from the "fireplace chimney".
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