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136.

Canadian Whiskey thinks this task is really his evil way!

After finally getting a high-paying, low-risk sniper mission from Gin's hands, the important person temporarily changed his itinerary and took the Shinkansen to travel.

He gave up the sniper plan he had arranged and planned to use bombs to kill the VIPs, but he didn't know who had withdrawn all the explosives with the highest amount in the organization at one time, and he had to wait another day for replenishment.

After thinking about it for a while, Canadian Whiskey, who didn't want to spend money out of his own pocket to do the mission, chose the most common shooting plan with heartache. Unexpectedly, not long after boarding the Shinkansen, he received a message from another organization member, Shinsuo, who was almost threatening.

The task of assassinating an important official is unlikely to conflict. Canadian Whiskey thought that this person was trying to compete with him for the task, and just as he was about to refuse, he saw the other party bring out gin.

Hell, how could Gin send him a message if he had nothing to do!

Canadian Whiskey quickly went to find Gin, but turned around and learned that the other party was carrying a large amount of explosives on the Shinkansen to kill individuals.

Someone on the Shinkansen: "...?"

He hurriedly asked the other party's specific plan, but got no response. The guy didn't even tell him how many bombs were in the car and when they would explode.

Canadian whiskey went to ask about gin, and only got an indifferent don't know.

As time passed by, the dignitaries who should have come out for afternoon tea did not move, the threat of bombs followed, and Canadian Whiskey became more and more restless.

If we go on now, it will mean that the task is overtime, and if we give up the plan, it means that we have no money and have to deduct bonuses.

It's all money! !

Thinking of his little balance, Canadian Whiskey's heart is bleeding, he must have this money, otherwise he really can't afford it...

"Ladies and gentlemen, Ruimachi Station has arrived. Passengers who want to get off the train, please bring your belongings..."

Canadian Whiskey estimated his route, and found that there were only four stops left, and if important officials hadn't come out during this period, then he had to find another plan.

But this is only on the premise that the bomb that Cinsault made will not affect him.

The people in the organization shouldn't be that crazy, right?He said that he was in the No. [-] car, if he would interfere here, he should be notified anyway, right?

"Excuse me, can I borrow the toilet in compartment six? It seems that there are people in the front."

Hearing voices, Canadian Whiskey looked up and saw that it was just a young student with a small bag who was borrowing the toilet with the bodyguard, so he looked away bored.

He took his mobile phone and sent a message to Cinsuo again, trying to find out his plan.

It didn't take long for him to send it, and the other party jumped out with a voice, and before he even got to get the earphone, the voice started to play automatically.

"Ah... Bomb, I'll give you another stop. Get off before Nagoya Station, or I can help you with your task." The voice was so hoarse that it was hard to hear a man or woman, "I pretend to be into the toilet."

Hell, so he only has one stop?Wouldn't it be too late for him to hear the news now? !

Canadian Whiskey quickly lowered his head and pressed the loudspeaker with his clothes the moment the phone rang, and the low voice did not spread very far, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

But in the next second, there was an unbelievable murmur from the side: "Boom, bomb?"

As soon as Canadian Whiskey looked up, he saw the boy borrowing the toilet passing by him just now, and probably heard the voice by chance.

"You heard it wrong." He let go of the phone that had finished playing, a little indifferently, his air pressure was low, and he looked very difficult to mess with.

This kind of cowardly ordinary person probably wouldn't dare to say anything even if he was frightened...

"This man said there was—"

"To shut up!"

Before Canadian Whiskey could think clearly about his plan, he suddenly felt his neckline tighten, and was directly picked up by the young man in front of him.

The young man panicked and shouted to the bodyguard who stood aside and guarded outside the private box of the VIP: "He just mentioned..."

"Shut up!" Canadian Whiskey interrupted him once again, "What nonsense are you kid!"

The security guard looked over with some vigilance.

The young man seemed to be frightened by his voice, and shook violently. Canadian Whiskey was staggered by his collar, and the gun in his arms fell to the ground with a "click".

For a moment, the audience was eerily quiet.

The next second, the young man shouted in panic, and the other party, like a frightened rabbit, instantly let go of his collar, and then rushed towards the toilet inside without looking back.

Canadian Whiskey looked at the bodyguards who had already reacted and surrounded him, remembering the imminent train and Cinsault's warning.

There is only one stop... Anyway, these guys will all die by then.

He suddenly felt ruthless, picked up the gun and fired at the window, breaking a big hole in the glass window.

Accompanied by the screams of the people, he directly blocked his arms in front of him, slammed his whole body towards the window, and hit the platform a second before the train started.

The train, which did not receive the feedback in time, moved in the next second, leaving only Canadian Whiskey in a mess facing the guards who rushed over after hearing the movement.

A certain code member who lost his wife and lost his army: "...Fuck!"

137.

Chiyotani Saori rushed into the toilet in the No. [-] car with the disguise props in hand. After quickly changing inside, she listened to the movement in the No. [-] car through the bug.

The next stop was Nagoya Station, which was the time she had scheduled for the "explosion". It was estimated that the person involved in the case of the skiing group would also make a move before arriving at the station, and collided with them.

It's kind of exciting.

Chiyoya Haori took a breath, put on the adjustable sunglasses, replaced them with the most visible type, and tied them with a string to prevent them from slipping.

She stared at herself in the mirror and checked her disguise, while listening and thinking about the plan just now.

The voice sent to Canada was scheduled by her, and it could be played automatically with a little trick, and there was no clue on Gin's side.

All she had to do was use the excuse that the toilets in front were occupied or out of order, lock on to the location of Canadian Whiskey when the recording came out, and "coincidentally" heard the word bomb.

As for shaking the gun out...

Pure accident!

Who told him to put it in his arms and not buckle it up!

But hearing the gunshots and the sound of glass breaking outside, that guy must have been forced to give up the mission and jump out of the window to save his life.

Canadian Whiskey will definitely bear a grudge against Toru Chiyoya because of his failure in the mission, but Cinsault's text message mistakes will not be so important.

It's just that with such an integration, the living environment of her vest is even more dangerous.

Chiyoya Haori twitched the corners of his mouth, remembering that Toru Chiyoya had met the three members of the "Gin", "Cinsault", and "Canadian Whiskey" to some extent, it was bad luck.

It seems that after this wave of scripts is finished, we must quickly think about the next plan, and remove Chiyoya Toru from the police academy as soon as possible, so as not to affect those five guys...

As if sensing the commotion coming from the headset, Chiyoya Haori took out Chiyoya Toru's cell phone and started sending messages to his companions.

After sending the message, she took a deep breath, tied the small bag containing Toru Chiyoya's clothes on her body, opened the window of the toilet for ventilation, stepped on the upper end of the door, hooked the edge of the window with her hand, and kicked hard.

The moving train brought a swift wind, and the loose black hair was thrown back. Chiyoya Saori was like a flag fluttering in the wind, and the whole person was hung outside the train!

138.

The crisp gunshots from carriage No. 1 were noticed within one minute of the train starting to move. The panicked staff began to call the headquarters, running back and forth, and even the people in other carriages were anxious and made restless noises.

Councilor Masaki Omori, who was sitting in the innermost single room of the No. [-] car, also stood up at this time, and was calming the crowd loudly.

Soon, he learned something, and immediately followed the bodyguards of his bodyguards to the compartment further back.

"Just now, we received a warning from the police, saying that there was a killer in the car. Let us stay vigilant. We didn't expect it to be resolved so quickly this time."

Omori Masaki said to the secretary standing aside with some lingering fear, "Cancel the next trip, the back of this train is not safe, try to get as many people as possible to evacuate to the compartments away from No. [-]."

"By the way, how did you find that killer?"

The bodyguard was stunned for a moment: "Ah... It seems that a young man had a dispute with the killer, and knocked off the killer's weapon while arguing. It should be an accident."

"Oh? That's really lucky." Omori Masaki said with some emotion, "But I still have to thank him for his help. Where is that young man? I will thank him in person later."

The bodyguard looked at the closed door not far away, and was also a little puzzled: "Maybe you are still using the toilet?"

……

With the sudden gunshot just now, with the cooperation of the staff, the passengers also began to change positions in a daze.

On the other side, the robbers who felt restless thought they just saw their colleagues, and couldn't sit still.

Looking at the train that was about to make a forced stop at the next station, one member of the tour group took out a pistol from his pocket and shot it into the sky, shouting: "No parking! Everyone squat down!"

"damn it!"

The group of five who was searching for bombs suddenly heard gunshots and was about to go to the No. [-] car. At this time, they were forced to stop. Seeing the gangster who also appeared suddenly in the No. [-] car, their eyes were burning.

Kenji Hagiwara said in disbelief: "Is this some kind of death train? There are bombs and gunshots, and this seems to be more than one wave?"

Jiang Gu Ling had a cold face: "It is reasonable to say that the police have been notified, why did the train start just now? There are still so many passengers who have not been evacuated!"

"Time is too tight. The mediation of one train will affect other trains. The delay cannot be arbitrarily delayed, otherwise it will easily cause a series of accidents."

Zhu Fu Jingguang frowned: "These three people seem to be the tour group that got on the bus at Shinagawa Station..."

Matsuda Jinping couldn't help but be speechless: "Isn't it? That guy Toru is really psychic? There's really something wrong with these three people!"

"Don't talk so much about what's there and what's not, now all passengers must be evacuated to a position away from the third carriage!"

Itahang had a rare tone of excitement, he held on to Natalie's photo tightly: "We have to get rid of the criminals first."

Several people were already quietly transferring passengers, but these three gangsters suddenly appeared and stopped all the passengers in front of them.

"Wait, toru has a message." Several people's mobile phones rang a notification sound at the same time, and when they opened it, the content was exactly the same.

[Bomb in toilet!I'll look forward from No. [-], and you will look from front to back! ]

"No, how did he know?" Matsuda Jinhei was a little puzzled, "Obviously we have already looked for it once."

"No." Rei Furuya said in a deep voice, "We checked the compartments that were under maintenance and used up, but there were still a few locked compartments that might have been occupied at the time that we didn't check."

"No matter why he knows now, since Toru sent a special message, it means that he is sure."

Itahang rubbed his brows wearily: "Let's divide the work, you follow the guards to deal with the gangsters, leaving two to go find the bomb."

"But so what if you find it? The notification was too late just now, and the bomb disposal police couldn't get in the car at all!" Zhu Fu Jingguang said a little excitedly, "If you find the bomb now and throw it out, the risk..."

Matsuda Jinpei interrupted them directly: "I will!"

"It's very risky to get in the car at the beginning. After all, even if the time is not so urgent, we plan to find the bomb and then contact the police, right?

After all, you see, the passengers are very chaotic now. If it weren't for the excuse of shooting, we wouldn't be able to fish in troubled waters to evacuate the crowd. "

Matsuda Jinping shrugged: "The current situation is just reversed, there is no difference."

He shook the screwdriver in his hand, turned around and said, "Just leave it to me."

"Then let's go, the bomb will be handed over to Toru and Matsuda!" Itahang stretched his muscles and bones, squatted down, and even his eyes became sharper.

……

On the other side, Chiyotani Haori struggled to pull outside the train, and climbed directly from the No. [-] car to the vent of the No. [-] car by using the irregular raised points on it.

The earphones in the ears emit a piercing electric sound, and Matsuda Jinpei's panting and footsteps in search of bombs can also be heard.

At that time, when she and Jiang Guling checked the toilet cubicle, she would intentionally turn the door lock above the position where the bomb was installed to make it look like there was someone inside, and only then did she pass two inspections.

Without her interference at this time, Matsuda Jinhei must have found the bomb stuck on the top of the compartment without difficulty.

"Tsk, it's really here." In the headset, Matsuda Jinpei murmured, "It doesn't look very difficult."

Nonsense, she specially assembled a replica bento version of the bomb, which looks simple on the outside, but if one is not careful, the countdown will start again when the arrival notification sounds!

Chiyotani Saori felt like a Spider-Man flying over the wall, worrying about these idiots anytime and anywhere.

She got in through the air vent, hid the small bag of clothes, then stroked her long hair that was blown by the wind in the mirror, then pushed the sunglasses and walked directly back to the train.

That group of unlucky gangsters could be considered smart. After realizing that their shots would go off without hitting anyone, they quickly hijacked a passenger next to them and began to threaten them harshly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang and Hagiwara Kenji were sweating on their foreheads, and their voices were a little hoarse. One was escorting the crowd back, and the other was responsible for attracting the attention of the gangsters, trying to get them to put down their weapons.

Fuguya Rei and Datehang are on standby, ready to grab the knife at any time.

Looks like there should be no risk.

2 minutes left.

Chiyoya Saori bypassed the crowd against the current, like an ordinary passenger, walked silently towards the third carriage, and finally stood outside the toilet door.

She reached out to touch the sign hanging on the door, pushed her sunglasses, and leaned quietly aside.

"It should be cut this, and then..."

After checking the category of the bomb that was originally hung on the wall, the shell has been dismantled and placed on the sink. Matsuda Jinpei muttered in his mouth, and the small scissors in his hand were wandering among the densely packed lines.

Bomb disposal not only requires eyesight, but more importantly, patience. The high-intensity deduction and error-free techniques put the young police cadet under tremendous pressure.

At this moment, his forehead was already covered with sweat. Although he kept reminding himself that it was very simple, the curly-haired youth couldn't help but tremble when he saw the countdown on it start.

"Then……"

Five or six entangled lines, like the entangled fate of six people, became the most difficult choice for Matsuda Jinpei at the moment.

Matsuda Jinpei wiped the sweat from his forehead, and subconsciously touched the mobile phone in his arms.

When it was turned off, it seemed that there was no power, but now it seems that it is still too late to try to call for help outside the venue.

This is the last thread.

Matsuda Jinpei immediately took out his mobile phone, and with the last 3% of the charge, he made a direct call to the police officer in the police academy, trying to recruit him to the bombing squad.

"Officer Matsushima, I don't have time to explain so much now, it's like this..."

Chiyoya Saori was outside listening to someone asking for help from the sidelines, and pushed his sunglasses helplessly.

Well, now it seems that there is no need for her to appear?

But thinking about it, compared to Matsuda Jinpei, who has matured a lot in the plot, he is still a police student who has just entered school at this time, and it is already remarkable to be able to dismantle the bomb to the last step.

This kind of bomb still has a hidden thread that needs to be cut off. Matsuda Jinhei and Hagiwara Kenji may not have known it when they first joined the job, but the seniors of the explosion department have no reason to understand.

On the contrary, she seems to be obsessed with the bentos of the few people...

The last ten seconds.

Chiyotani Haori seemed to hear the screams of the gangsters outside, she put her hand on the cold iron door, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.

"So you cut the blue one?" Across the door, Matsuda Jinpei was talking on the phone, "Okay, this should be the last line... Hey, Officer Matsushima!"

"Tsk, the battery is still out!"

Jinpei Matsuda cut the blue thread, and the countdown timer on the bomb stayed at the five-second position and turned gray.

Sweating all over, the curly-haired young man who seemed to be fished out of the water put his mobile phone aside and took a breath for the rest of his life. He looked at the bomb that had been dismantled in a mess in front of him, showing a somewhat smug smile.

"Well, let me just say that this kind of thing can't trouble me at all..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, Nagoya Station has arrived..."

Matsuda Jinpei hadn't finished talking to himself when he heard the sound of the arrival announcement.

Then, the gray screen turned on again with a beep, and continued to reverse from five seconds on.

"4."

Matsuda Jinpei's eyes suddenly widened. He grabbed the scissors next to him, his hands trembling, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

"3."

No, this bomb cannot be allowed to explode here, this is the platform, and there are many people beside it!

"2."

It was too late to leave, Matsuda Jinpei subconsciously turned around and hugged the bomb, trying to resist the impact of the entire explosion with his thin body.

His heart was beating like a drum, and even his ears were ringing. His brain, which was completely unable to think in an emergency, was quickly overloaded, making his face flush instantly.

"Bang—" It seemed to be the sound of the door being knocked open, and a gust of wind rushed in.

"1."

Someone grabbed his hand, with a cold and bloody smell, like the embrace of death.

As if he had rehearsed thousands of times, the scarred hand guided him to buckle the scissors and directly cut off the unremarkable line hidden in a pile of lines.

At the nick of time, the screen turned black again.

A low and hoarse voice sounded, trembling slightly.

"Fool."