Chapter 66

The bomber understood with just one sentence. How could these two bikers be robbing others for ransom? They were simply severe cases of Chuunibyou. They suddenly had an attack and ran to the street to spread rumors, and he just accidentally bumped into them.

There was a moment when the bomber really felt that he was very unlucky.

Why park on this road where there are many biker gangs when there are so many other roads to park?

Moreover, I meet quite a few biker gangs on a daily basis, but I have never seen them have so many problems.

Why did I suddenly meet someone who was trying to provoke me at this time?

The bikers on the other side were still saying some strange words one after another, and the bomber began to think that he had to get rid of these two guys as soon as possible.

And the motorcycle parked in front of the car also needs to be moved away, it's really inconvenient.

Otherwise, when his companions come back, if they are still entangled by these two guys, it will delay his and his companions' escape.

Thinking that a well-planned action plan was ruined by two biker gang members, the bomber felt a surge of anger in his heart, and his eyes turned fierce as he looked at the other party.

Ichiro Fujita noticed the sudden change in the bomber's expression and attitude, and was delighted:

"Great! The commander's battle plan really worked. The first step of attracting the monsters, attracting hatred, has been successful! Next, we need to work harder to make the enemy leave the barracks on their own, and then they will fall into our trap!"

If it were normal, Ichiro Fujita would have taken advantage of the situation to launch a long-range attack and completely angered the opponent. But before coming this time, he had no preparation in advance, and he had nothing in his hands, so he really couldn't make any effective attack.

Ichiro Fujita felt his pockets. Cell phone, tissue, signal jammer, coin purse, these were definitely not acceptable. He looked inside again, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

I saw him take out a piece of chewing gum that he had wrapped in paper after eating it but had not had time to throw away.

This is the gum that the commander specially distributed to everyone before leaving Asai Apartment yesterday. Everyone got one, and was told not to throw it away after chewing it, but to wrap it in paper and put it in your pocket, and to throw it where it should be thrown.

Ichiro Fujita suddenly realized.

So that's it! I didn't expect that the commander had anticipated this and even prepared long-range weapons for me in advance. Isn't the so-called "place to throw" referring to the enemy's military camp?

As a throwing weapon, this thing doesn't have much damage effect, but it can steadily increase the hatred value!

What I need most now is to increase my hatred value!

The commander was amazing. He saw that I was going to get into trouble and figured out a solution for me before it happened!

As expected of a commander! I am impressed by his brain!

In this case, I must perform well and not let the commander down.

Ichiro Fujita confidently opened the wrapping paper, pointed the side with the gum in the direction of the enemy's "barracks", and then threw it forward with great momentum in the unbelievable eyes of the bomber...

“Bang!”

The chewing gum, wrapped in the precise force that the bikers had honed when controlling their speeding motorcycles, and along with the wrapping paper stuck to the back, stuck heavily to the rearview mirror of the van.

Although the rearview mirror is much stronger than chewing gum and will not break due to such a small force, it is covered tightly by the candy and the paper, and you can't see the road conditions behind the car at all!

For a van that has the important mission of running away and needs to observe the situation behind the car at all times, this is a major blow comparable to losing an eye.

After doing all this, Ichiro Fujita even stood there with his hands in his pockets, giving the bomber a mocking smile.

The bomber was still hesitating whether to take direct action to deal with the two troublesome bikers, but he was so angry at Ichiro Fujita's behavior that he kicked the car door open on the spot.

No matter what, today I will make these two bastards who dared to ruin my business pay the price!

However, no matter how angry he was, he at least remembered that he was in the stage of running away, so he restrained his strength so as not to kick the car door in before he started running.

Then he threw the bomb detonator that he had been holding in his hand directly onto the passenger seat to avoid accidentally breaking it when the fight broke out.

Yes, he must give these two hateful biker gangs who have been ruining his plans a good beating.

The bomber briefly weighed his own muscular body and compared it to the thin and developing bodies of the two men in front of him, and he felt very confident about this confrontation.

Haven't they always been clamoring to fight the pirates? Let them taste the wrath of the Caribbean pirates!

However, what the bomber did not expect was that after he stepped out of the car door in a domineering manner, Ichiro Fujita, who had been deliberately provoking him, not only did not panic at all about being picked on for doing something bad, but instead smiled at him strangely, as if he was a cunning hunter smiling at his prey falling into a trap.

The bomber's heart tightened, and he suddenly had a very bad premonition.

The next second, the biker gang who had been riding a motorcycle and blocking the front of the van suddenly jumped out from in front of the vehicle.

He took advantage of his position and swiftly slammed the open door shut, blocking the bomber's way back into the car.

Then, a group of biker gang members suddenly rushed out from a messy and inconspicuous alley nearby, waving their fists and shouting, and smashed towards the bomber.

One second he was trying to teach someone a lesson, the next second he was being taught a lesson. The bomber squatted on the ground with his hands on his head, uttering miserable cries, hoping that his companion who went to make the phone call would find out about his plight in time and find a way to save him.

However, in the telephone booth, the bomber who specialized in jumping out of cars to make phone calls and was highly regarded by his companions, encountered a crisis no less serious than that of his companions in the dark.

He contacted the Metropolitan Police Department in a hurry at first, and he did not want to hurt innocent people, so he told them how to defuse the bomb.

But as the call went on, he felt more and more that it was a bit strange to talk to the police officer he was talking to.

Obviously, the other party is also a police officer in charge of bomb disposal, so he should not be a novice. However, when I told him the correct steps to defuse a bomb, he acted like a completely ignorant novice.

Not only are his reactions slow, but he also occasionally asks questions that are very basic or even brainless to bomb disposal police.

"So I need to cut this white line here? But why? Can you tell me?"

"It turns out the blue one is the trap, but I think the red one is more like it. What went wrong?"

"Wow! So you designed such a powerful bomb? This is amazing! It's amazing! Can you tell me what your design ideas are?"

There are too many problems like this. Although the bomber was praised very proudly, he always had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

At this time, the biker gang members scattered outside the phone booth also felt that something was not right.

"Guys, don't you think this thief took a little too long to make the call?"

"It's nothing, just a phone call. And didn't the little scholar say that we just need to keep an eye on him and prevent him from running away. When the police come, we will hand him over."

After a few people discussed it together, someone suddenly asked a very sharp question.

"But how did the little scholar know that the police would definitely come? Did he arrange for one of you to be responsible for calling the police?"

"Well... I haven't heard of anyone being tasked with reporting the incident..."

"Could it be that the person who received the mission forgot about it? That won't do. Remember it quickly!"

"Don't panic, maybe the little nerd called the police himself."

Some people nodded in agreement.

However, one of the biker gang members who had been thinking hard and not saying anything suddenly raised his head and exclaimed as if he had figured something out:

"No! I remember now! When Fujita was conveying the action plan to the little nerd, he said that this is a large-scale game that everyone can participate in! Since everyone can participate, it doesn't make sense that their group can go find the hidden accomplices, while we can only wait and not be exposed? This doesn't match the action plan!"

The others looked at each other, and then all focused their attention on that member:

"So? What did you come up with?"

"Do you remember yesterday? The little scholar said that our goal was to catch the thief ourselves and then hand him over to the police as our trophy. That way we can get more honor and recognition. But why did today's plan become that we have to wait in secret until the police come?"

The member's expression was as if he had glimpsed the answer to some difficult puzzle, and he smiled mysteriously and proudly.

Seeing this, everyone immediately raised their fists with a serious look on their faces and began to threaten him. He finally spoke in a tone that seemed to show concern for the mentally retarded child and gave everyone an answer that suddenly made everyone understand:

"In fact, Fujita has already reminded us. Although this is a thief-catching operation, it can also be seen as a large-scale game! Our mission is to keep an eye on the thief and wait for the police to catch him, but we also have to catch the thief ourselves and hand him over to the police to claim the credit. It seems contradictory on the surface, but in fact, it means that in this chase, we are playing the role of the police!"

Everyone suddenly understood, and a sense of clarity that "so that's how it is" spread throughout their bodies in an instant after the answer was revealed.

This is indeed an invincible and perfect plan, combining pursuit, stalking, decryption, role-playing, group battles, and maybe even street fighting.

This kind of group activity is so much better than the motorcycle chase games they usually play when they skip classes!

He is indeed a little academic master!

This plan has really tickled their hearts, and the experience is truly amazing!

Several biker gang members quickly got into the game, made plans with a sense of the overall situation, formulated an action plan, and then turned their heads in unison to look in the direction of the telephone booth.

stare--

The bomber who was on the phone felt something was wrong. His keen intuition told him that the police on the other side must be using a language trap to deliberately delay time, and they might be planning some big move.

However, before he could think further, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if he was being targeted by some tricky trouble, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The door of the telephone booth was knocked on in a very rough manner.

The Bomb turned around in annoyance, but saw outside the glass door, a guy with his hair standing up, dressed in a very arrogant and alternative way, staring at him with an impatient look.

"You guys are so slow even for a phone call. How long are you going to take to come out?"

The bomber was instantly recognizable. Just by looking at his attire and attitude, one could tell that he was either a member of some bad gang nearby, or a member of the biker gang that hangs out in groups all day to show off their cool culture.

The other party seemed to be in a hurry to use the phone booth. Could it be that he thought I was wasting too much time, so he came to cause trouble on purpose and wanted to scare me away?

The bomber felt that as a senior who had just committed such a big crime, even the Metropolitan Police Department had to bow to him. How could he be scared by a furry kid who dressed differently?

But now is not a good time to establish authority. He is busy figuring out the police's tricks and then running away with his accomplices...

Oh, right! Run away!

The bomber finally reacted.

No wonder the police on the other end of the phone kept hesitating and refused to defuse the bomb quickly. No wonder I kept thinking something was strange. It turns out that the police had this in mind!

They wanted to delay me under the pretext of defusing the bomb and come and arrest me before I could escape!

This is so cunning!

Fortunately, I reacted at the critical moment. As long as I leave here in time, the police's plan will be thwarted again.

The bomber did not hesitate any longer, nor did he bother to pay attention to the alternative guy shouting outside the phone booth. He rushed out directly and ran towards his companion's van at the end of the road without thinking.

However, what the bomber did not expect was that just as he walked out of the telephone booth, the alternative guy who was in a hurry to make a call suddenly stretched out his foot, causing him to stumble and almost fall, and his original forward movement suddenly slowed down.

Before he could regain his balance, he saw several guys dressed in similarly unconventional styles suddenly rushing out from behind the nearby bushes, from the crowd strolling in the streets, and even from behind telephone poles. They rushed up and pinned him to the ground.

The bomber: “…”

What's going on? Is the pain of waiting in line for a call so great?

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