Chapter 88 He's fishing for an organization.
After studying it for a while, Matsuda Jinpei said, "This signal jammer seems to be much smaller than the one the police station just got?" He gestured.
This little box is only the size of a palm; you can easily slip it into your pocket and take it with you. In contrast, the smallest piece of equipment that the police station received was the size of a large backpack or suitcase. The size difference is indeed quite significant.
“Yes,” Nekono Ikuya nodded, explaining casually, “Reducing the size means simplifying some functions and compromising power consumption. Therefore, larger devices are superior in terms of shielding range, duration, and anti-interference capabilities, making them suitable for large-scale on-site management.”
In short, it is more suitable for routine police applications.
Matsuda Jinpei understood perfectly; indeed, portability and performance are often difficult to balance.
He casually added, "That's true... but this mini size is so convenient for covert operations or emergencies. Our big ones in the police station are a struggle to carry around."
Then, as Matsuda Jinpei was speaking, he suddenly realized a blind spot: "Wait, how did you know our police station received new equipment? The Security Bureau's Equipment Division only distributed the new equipment today. Before that, the Bomb Disposal Team didn't have any signal jammers!"
They always rely on luck, speed, and skill to outmaneuver bombers!
Every wire-cutting is a brush with death. Any momentary lapse in thought or trembling of the fingertips could ignite the fuse of death. There is also the constant vigilance against a bomber who might be lurking in the shadows, pressing the remote control button with a mocking smile.
—The feeling of bearing the lives and property of thousands of people on one's own shoulders, the ticking of the countdown resonating with one's heartbeat, sweat wetting one's eyelashes yet daring not to blink—only those who stand in front of a bomb, confronting machinery with their own flesh and blood, can truly understand.
The mortality rate among bomb disposal police officers remains consistently high, resulting in a manpower shortage every year despite recruitment efforts. Survival is a matter of luck, while sacrifice is the norm. Members of the bomb disposal team never know which mission will be their last, so everyone meticulously writes their wills and updates them regularly.
Such as Hagiwara Kenji, such as Matsuda Jinpei himself.
That's why he was so anxious when he couldn't get through to Hagi, but Nekono's first thought was that Hagi had also installed a signal jammer!
Is it because he doesn't understand the explosion-proof equipment equipped by the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Team and because he also possesses this technology that he makes this guess? Matsuda Jinpei felt that it wasn't that simple.
Under his intense gaze, today's blonde version of Nekono Ikuya's blue cat eyes curved slightly, and a faint smile that was somewhere between innocent and cunning suddenly appeared on her face.
He casually dropped a bombshell: "It's probably because the police station also gets its equipment from me."
Tilting her head slightly, Nekono Ikuya added casually, "Friendship price?"
Actually, after Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu went to the police academy, Nekono Ikuya specifically looked into the technology equipped by the police and found that the police technology was unexpectedly backward.
When Xiao Ai and I were in kindergarten, we used flying machines to play hide-and-seek. Twenty years have passed, how come you still seem to be living in the primitive society?
Fate, fate, isn't the technological development of this world a bit off?!
Nekono Ikuya was shocked and, in turn, pushed for the upgrade of police equipment, which greatly improved the police's crime-solving rate and survival rate.
Nekono Ikuya: Please call me the Friend of the Metropolitan Police Department and the God of Survival!
Upon hearing Nekono Ikuya's reply, Matsuda Jinpei exclaimed, "...?!"
Wow, a tycoon is right next to me? Matsuda Jinpei sees Nekono Ikuya in a completely new light.
Oh, Matsuda Jinpei, whose father had a collaboration with a brand under the Nekono Group, certainly knew that Nekono Ikuya was the eldest son, but only now did he truly understand Nekono Ikuya's arrogance.
Was it for the sake of Rei Furuya and Kagemitsu Morofushi that their group of police academy students happened to be collaborating with the police to update their equipment just as they were graduating and heading to their respective posts?
This is not just about recruiting two outstanding police officers; it's also indirectly bringing the Metropolitan Police Department a gold mine equipped with cutting-edge technology.
Matsuda Jinpei thought deeply, "Furuya, I'll definitely treat you better from now on." He jokingly thought, "Maybe from now on, when the virginity-exploding group prays for safety, they shouldn't go to temples to pray to gods, but just pray to Furuya and Morofushi. The god of survival, Nekono, will protect them."
(Nekono Ikuya winks mischievously: Why not for you and Hagiwara? And for the class president and Natalie! For the safety of my police officer friend and to keep Natalie from being sad? Don't underestimate your charm, Officer Ikuya!)
Remembering his two classmates who had disappeared without a trace after graduation, Matsuda Jinpei looked up at Nekono Ikuya and suddenly asked vaguely, "Nekono, do you know those two guys...?"
Of course I know!
Even if they were slow to react, the fact that the frequency of communication had remained unchanged for several months should have made them realize something was wrong. This certainly couldn't be explained by their initial confusion and lack of experience when they first started working.
On a quiet night, Nekono Ikuya was chatting with Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu about everyday things, complaining about American food and sharing interesting anecdotes. As the conversation progressed as usual, he unexpectedly sent them a message simultaneously on two separate threads: "Waiting for you to come back? Be safe."
While abroad, Nekono Ikuya tells Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu back home that they'll wait for them to return...
Rei Furuya and Kagemitsu Morofushi, who were preparing for their undercover mission, remained silent.
The "Typing..." message at the top of the chat window remained displayed for a long time. After much deliberation, Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu finally replied with only a brief reply:
"good."
Everything will be alright.
Without further questions or explanations, this response itself is a silent confirmation.
So Nekono Ikuya found out.
He blinked innocently, wondering if Zero and Hikari were aware of each other's state. They should be... right?
Let's go back to the present.
"Shh—" Nekono Ikuya winked playfully, put her index finger to her lips and mysteriously gestured for Matsuda Jinpei to be quiet, her expression lively and sly.
"It's a confidential matter, Officer Matsuda." His tone was light but firm.
So, no comment. That's what his eyes said.
Matsuda Jinpei's heart sank, then relaxed again.
What's worrying is that, as expected, those two guys have indeed gotten involved in dangerous and troublesome matters. What's reassuring is that, judging from Nekono Ikuya's unconcerned appearance, at least they are safe for now.
"Tsk," Matsuda Jinpei clicked his tongue in annoyance, raising his hand to scratch his already curly hair, but his tense shoulders relaxed imperceptibly.
"They're all like this... all mysterious." Xiao Zhenping pouted unhappily, "Tch!"
But he didn't press the matter. Not knowing some things is a form of protection, both for them and for him.
As long as we know that the blond bastard and Master Jing are safe and sound, that's enough.
Nekono Ikuya smiled but didn't say anything. Zero and Kagemitsu had gone undercover; mystery was the best protection for them.
He planned to personally review their files after learning about the cooperation from the Metropolitan Police Department, and then keep those in the know quiet. He wasn't entirely at ease knowing that the police had limited manpower and couldn't cover everything.
"Hey, Jinpei, what brings you here?"
Just then, a commotion came from inside the blockade, and Kenji Hagiwara emerged with his bomb disposal team. His bangs were damp with sweat, and he wore his signature somewhat cynical smile. He spotted Jinpei Matsuda at a glance.
"Look, Jinpei!" Kenji Hagiwara's eyes lit up, and he strode over to Jinpei Matsuda, holding up his toolbox and enthusiastically showing it off: "The newly issued bomb disposal equipment is super useful! The water cannon is precise and artistic, blah blah blah..."
He was excitedly preparing to describe in detail how he had just used these new devices to "show off his prowess" against the bomb when a faint voice came from behind him.
One of his teammates, who had come out with him, couldn't hold back any longer and quietly reported to Matsuda Jinpei: "Captain Matsuda! I'm reporting him! Hagiwara wasn't wearing a protective suit just now!"
Don't gamble with your safety! If they can't persuade Hagiwara, can't they at least talk to his childhood friend, Captain Matsuda? Reported! Reported!
Kenji Hagiwara: "...Gah!"
The surrounding air froze instantly.
Kenji Hagiwara's boasting came to an abrupt end.
Matsuda Jinpei, who had just been smiling, suddenly turned grim. He slowly raised his head, and a surge of rage and palpable killing intent rose within him.
"Oh no!" Kenji Hagiwara swallowed hard, thinking to himself, "I'm doomed!"
Sure enough, the next moment, a loud roar resounded all around, startling everyone who was nearby to turn around.
"Kenji Hagiwara! You bastard!! Want to get beaten up again?!"
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"Waaaaah! Gently! Gently! Jinpei, have mercy! Kenji-chan really knows she was wrong—!!!"
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"I see you're all eager to admit your mistakes but unwilling to change! No way! I have to teach you a lesson today!"
Matsuda Jinpei was furious!
"Waaah, second-year graduate student, second-year graduate student will never go without a protective suit again...really! QAQ!"
Kenji Hagiwara knelt down.
KO!
The noisy and lively sounds echoed downstairs from the apartment building, dispelling the unease of nearby residents who feared a bomb had been planted in their homes.
The onlookers smiled knowingly; the bomb disposal officer who had cleared the bomb threat was himself a young man who looked like he had just graduated. The older people around him looked at him with a strange sense of sympathy. Of course! Defusing a bomb without wearing protective clothing is unacceptable!
Nekono Ikuya chuckled softly and silently withdrew her hand from the camera.
Another embarrassing photo of a new friend! Second-year graduate student, not wearing protective gear is absolutely unacceptable. Get ready to be monitored!
Matsuda Jinpei is watching you!
...
One year later, in Paris, France.
The evening breeze along the Seine carries a slight coolness, brushing past the ancient buildings and strolling crowds, bringing with it the aroma of coffee and desserts—a languid and leisurely atmosphere. This is the world-renowned city of romance.
At that moment, in a charming open-air café by the river, a young man was leisurely sitting there, enjoying the scenery and sipping coffee, making the corner of the street stand out.
He was a young man with thick, long, curly black hair, which cascaded casually over his shoulders, making his skin appear even whiter. His eyes, as blue as the Aegean Sea, looked poetic and affectionate against his delicate, three-dimensional mixed-race features. He exuded an aura of romance and art, making one immediately guess that he was a poet or a painter.
This is Samuel, the young artist who is currently gaining fame in Paris, also known as Ikuya Nekono.
He's fishing for the organization.
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