[Toru Amuro] Those years when I worked at Poirot

I knew they wouldn't give me the gun that easily.Because at this moment, I am very suspicious no matter how I look at it.

"Hey, where did you come from? Are they an accomplice?" The man I patted on the shoulder asked in surprise.

I shook my head: "How is it possible? If I were one of them, I would have already played tricks behind my back, and would I take the initiative to talk to you?"

He seemed to think that what I said made sense, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. I saw the gunman in the glass window yelling angrily, kicking and pushing the two children rudely.

Ayumi was already in a semi-conscious state, and Xiao Ai was not much better, squatting next to Ayumi with her small body in her arms.

If there is no progress like this, it will cause a great psychological shadow on the two of them.It's okay for Xiao Ai, after all, she is an adult and has been in the organization again, but Ayumi is just an ordinary first-year elementary school student, so she will definitely be stimulated.

Many adults who have been held hostage suffer from varying degrees of PTSD, leading to a messy life.The police in Japan are so inexperienced with such incidents that I must act immediately.

It's not that they are incompetent, the circulation of guns in Japan is restricted, and such incidents of holding hostages with guns will not happen a few times a year.But it is different in the United States, where similar dramas are happening almost every moment.

"Can you please contact Officer Sato for me? She and Officer Chiba are in charge of this incident, right? I have something to tell her." I said as calmly as possible, as if I was talking to the two officers. It is an old friend who has known each other for many years.

Hearing his colleague's name let his guard down, he hesitated for two seconds, agreed, and handed me the walkie-talkie.

"Which one?" Sato, who was in a panic at the scene, asked in surprise on the walkie-talkie.

"Hello, Officer Sato, I think we must carry out sniping now. Those two people's emotions are too unstable, and they may be in danger at any time." I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

The other side was blank for a while, and just as I was about to explain, Sato's voice came over: "Who are you?"

"An old acquaintance of an old man." I had already thought about the rhetoric.

"Old man?"

"Well, Officer Matsuda. Matsuda Jinpei, we used to be...classmates." I made nonsense without blushing.

Women have a tendency to believe in fate. I deliberately didn't say which period I was Matsuda's classmate, so that even if it was exposed, I can say that I was just a middle school classmate or something like that.

Sure enough, Sato's voice began to tremble: "Then you are—"

"It doesn't matter who I am, as long as I'm an enthusiastic person passing by. If I can let these brothers around me lend me a gun, I promise I can disarm the robbers."

"Your tone seems to be very confident." Sato's voice returned to sassy and capable, "but you have to know that if you miss even a little bit, it will cause an irreparable tragedy. It's getting late now, and there is still a layer of glass , how can you disarm the gun in his hand?"

"It's all fine." I said calmly, "The darkness is within an acceptable range, and the error caused by the glass has been calculated. Just give me a gun, and I promise to finish it within a minute."

Perhaps it was my firm tone that convinced her that I was not a lunatic who happened to pass by, but the duty of the police prevented her from drawing conclusions at will.

"I know you won't agree easily, and it would be the same for me, after all, human life is at stake." I said rationally, "Officer Sato—"

Before he finished speaking, the robber inside suddenly fired a shot like crazy. I couldn't hear the gunshot, but I saw Xiao Ai fell to the ground with her arms folded, and a pool of blood spread under her body.

She was shot to protect Ayumi, but the bullet was shot in the arm, so it would not be fatal, but it would be dangerous if she could not get help for a long time.

"Damn it!" I heard Sato shout angrily.

"Officer Sato, hurry up and ask your companion to give me the gun, I am very experienced in handling such incidents!" I shouted eagerly.

"I understand, there is no other way now. Please, Hiroya, give her your gun."

Haoya is the leader of the team, he is still in a state of ignorance, but he can only hand me the gun under the order of the superior.

I took the gun and gave it a firm grip, the feel of this model is unfamiliar to me, but it wasn't a big deal.Suddenly I thought of glass, and asked them: "Which one of you has a large-caliber gun?"

The burliest man in there raised his gun forward, and I switched guns with him.

Because to penetrate glass, the stability of the trajectory is very important, and a larger caliber will be more secure.It would be even better if there were heavy bullets. Unfortunately, the bullets they equip their guns with are very common and used for sniping through the air.

I go around the three of them, get down on a clearing they think is a bit off, raise the mount, and move the sight slightly to the right.

No, you have to move forward.It's still too far here, and the kinetic energy of the fired bullet will be lost too much in the air. After all, I'm not Erica herself, so I can't be [-]% sure of success.

After making repeated decisions, I moved to the edge of the road amidst their low exclamations, hid behind two bushes, and held the gun in a half-squat position.

A feeling of familiarity surged up in an instant, and I stared at the robber's constantly waving hand holding a gun, waiting for the moment when he paused briefly.

After ten seconds, he finally stopped moving, because his companion was on the phone, and he was also listening intently.

The opportunity is coming!

Without thinking, I fired the bullet instantly, and a second later, I saw the gun explode in the man's hand.

Sato was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that I had succeeded, and immediately led his companions to break the glass and rush in through the window.

A prisoner without a gun is like a fish out of water, quickly subdued.Xiao Ai and Ayumi were also stretchered on the stage and sent to Kuwado Central Hospital for emergency treatment.

I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like the sword is not old.

"It's amazing, what the hell are you—" Haoya stared at me, eyes full of shock and admiration.

I shrugged embarrassingly: "It's just an enthusiastic crowd passing by."

After that, I quickly shoved the gun to the big guy, and trotted away before Sato rushed here with an excited face.

"What a good shot." Okiya Subaru's voice echoed in the darkness as I ran to a nearby empty parking lot.

I sighed, turned my face to the side, and saw him leaning on the red sports car with his arms folded, with a mysterious smile on his face.

I spread my hands: "It's just intuition. Have you been watching the show there? You run pretty fast."

He smiled noncommittally.

"You remind me of a friend I once had," he continued.

"I feel the same way." I pushed back a strand of reddish-brown curly hair that was blown to my forehead by the wind and put it behind my ear, "I just had a feeling of memory gradually waking up, as if it started from the moment I got into the car with you."

We stood silently facing each other for a while, seeming to be thinking about the next sentence.

but--

"Ah!" I screamed suddenly, "Oops, Oops! I forgot to close Poirot's door! The cash is inside, and the valuable ingredients are inside, ahhh, if the boss finds out, I will be fired! "

The atmosphere was instantly broken.

He pushed up his glasses and opened the car door: "Then take my car back, it will be faster."

Ten minutes later we were back at Poirot's gate.The customers had already left, the store door was half-closed, I sprinted to the cashier, and was relieved to see that the cash was still there, and there were many things that could be seen with a clear eye.

"Saved," I said with a lifeless look on my face, grateful to hold the bourbon bottle I just used.

Fortunately, no one drank it secretly. This bottle is equivalent to several hundred RMB.

"Upstairs is the detective agency, and it is estimated that there will be no thieves committing crimes against the wind." He took the wine bottle from my hand and looked at it meaningfully.

After about half a minute, he put the bottle back and said to me:

"I'll take you home."

go home.

To be honest I don't want to go back at all.Seeming to see through my instantly desolate expression, he asked me what happened.

After hesitating for a while, I told him about the bomb and the anonymous call.

"There is such a thing, it seems that you are being targeted by some terrible people." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then suddenly raised his face, "How about it, why don't you come to my house for a while to avoid Shelter from the wind?"

Huh?

How did things get to this point?But going to his house seems to be the safest option at present.

Unparalleled reliability, unparalleled reasoning ability, I can't think of anyone who feels more secure than him.

"Actually, it's not my own home." He laughed. "It's a friend's house I borrowed. It's very big. I'm the only one. We can live together without affecting each other. Maybe you will remember more What about the past."

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