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Kirsch's assistant handed over the five captured people to the police who arrived late, and described to the police what the man in the green coat did, showing the dangerous items in his backpack and the Bomb remote.

The waiter No. 073 standing on the side also seemed to be possessed by a showman, and tearfully described his panic and fear of being attacked at that time.

The other party had fainted, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he couldn't defend himself at all, while his four companions were whimpering and complaining about their grievances.Especially the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, who was almost cursing, saying that he had a very bad relationship with this person, that he had no idea what his plans were, and that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"But it's up to me to judge whether it matters or not. Four gentlemen and ladies, please come with us." The policeman acted sternly.

Bolivar hid in the security team and watched Kirsch's subordinates send the police away and arrange the customers.

"Manager," an employee from the control center approached, with a solemn face, "Assistant Ivy, please go over."

"Is there news over there?" Bolivar remained calm, and he followed the employee back to the basement.

Deep in the basement, in a room specially used to hold prisoners, two men were tied up and thrown inside.

They are about 30 years old.One of them looked like a type of person who was idle and had no ability to survive, commonly known as a hooligan.The other one had a sad face, and when he saw Bolivar and Ivy in neat suits, his eyes showed complex emotions such as jealousy and resentment. He seemed to be a social animal who was oppressed too much by the boss and finally broke out.

They looked exhausted, as if they were still wondering why they were arrested all of a sudden.

"It's these two people who made fun of our employees and our elites? They even almost bombed our base?" Bolivar's words were ambiguous.

The surrounding organization members lowered their heads with shame on their faces.Ai Wei also blushed, and glared at them a few times, as if she was dissatisfied with her subordinates who were so embarrassing and made herself lose value in front of the boss.

"Boss," Ivy cleared her throat, and said seriously, "The team members who searched the entire shopping mall have received news."

"They found the huge package that Target No. [-] brought when they first entered the pop-up center. It was just above the water tank in one of the restrooms on the tenth floor. Inside was a complete set of clothes, shoes and other accessories."

"It is basically certain that the other party has nothing to do with the bombing. He carried the murder weapon and hid the package in advance to prepare for the attack. It should be trying to confuse the witnesses around the target by changing his clothes and giving false testimony to the police. , so that he can escape."

"Wait until two days later, when the police come, pretend to just find out and hand it over to them." Bolivar said, "Behave naturally, don't let the police pay attention to our problem."

Ivy nodded: "As for the remaining two people. Target No. [-] and Target No. [-] should be the main murderers in the case. The two of them entered the mall at the same time, installed bombs, and cooperated with each other. Finally, in the fast At the viewing platform next to the flash center, use binoculars to observe the situation of the mall."

Ivy's tone gradually became cold. She gave Bolivar a look, and Bolivar nodded. Several subordinates of the organization in black behind him consciously came out and took the two of them to their respective interrogation rooms.

"Wait! Who are you! Why are you arresting us all of a sudden!"

"You caught the wrong guy, I have nothing to do with the bomb."

The two people also felt that something was wrong, and tried to struggle and beg for mercy, babbling and evasive, and when they found it was useless, they changed it to swearing.

Bolivar sneered, watching them perform.Today he had a good experience of the feeling that his life was hanging by a thread, and he had to let them shed their skin no matter what.

Before, he asked the little gray snake to follow the smell on the bomb to find it. After comparing it for a long time, he determined that the other party should be a close contact of the bomb.In addition, in order to prevent the wrong person from being caught, Bolivar specially asked members of the security team to observe secretly for a long time, until he was sure that the other party had been anxiously looking at the direction of the flash mob center and trying to contact someone by phone, then he determined the target and sent They tricked them to a place where no one was around and captured them.

Even if the policemen in Milijian arrest people, they are not as reasonable as him.There are all witnesses and material evidence, these people still want to quibble?

He didn't stay here, but took people directly to the old designer's house. When he got the news about the toy design drawings and left the old designer's place, Ivy sent the compiled information to Bolivar.

"Target No. [-] is a native of Millikin, a laid-off employee. The former boss was a contractor of the film city on the tenth floor. Because he was fired, he was resentful and wanted to take revenge on his boss. Target No. [-] was met when Target No. [-] tried to contact the black line. The low-level gangsters, residents of the East Andy area, have some connections with the largest underworld in the area."

"Their bombs were purchased on loan from a sheath company called M·W. The relevant technical services, installation skills, and the entire action plan were provided by the company. It is speculated that behind this incident, it may be This holster company might be Black Road in East Andy."

"..."

M.W. Co.

Bolivar's gaze paused.

This is the first time he has heard the name of this company since he came here?

The first time was in the Grid case. Nuvent seemed to be in contact with the other party, and used his position to embezzle public funds and send money to M·W Company.

In the second case in the bar, Aite and the other three borrowed high interest loans from M·W Company to buy powder, which indirectly led to the death of Martin and the breakdown of the relationship between the couple.After that, the three of Aite were taken away by Amuro Toru.When he uses the identity of cognac to come out for activities now, he uses Aite's mask.

The third time was to follow the news from the ants of Toru Amuro. Gin's task was to clean up the M·W company that had recently expanded rapidly and seized the organization's resources.

And now, it's the fourth time...

"How much does the movie theater contractor know about the organization?" he texted Ivy.

"It's an insider who has cooperated with the organization before, but he doesn't know the deep secrets. He doesn't know that flash mob is the industry of the organization."

Bolivar was lost in thought, and it seemed that the flash mob involved was a coincidence.The other party probably speculated that the owner of the movie theater had something to do with the organization, and tried to use this little pawn to retaliate against the organization.It feels a bit like a small organization that got rich in one step. It doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth. With a little strength, it provokes everywhere, trying to show its own ability by attacking the organization.

M·W seems to just want to attack the periphery of the organization, who knows that his marksmanship is so precise that he almost sent the organization's lair to the sky.

And the other party seems to have a relatively deep relationship with the aborigines in East Andy, it may be cooperation or mutual use.

"Wait a minute, I remember they announced on the mall screen before that this bomb incident is a challenge to Yusaku Kudo?" Bolivar suddenly found a problem, "Why did it change to revenge for the boss?"

"The other party said that this was a suggestion given to them by MW, to get involved with a celebrity to expand their influence. So they deliberately chose the day when Mr. Yusaku Kudo arrived."

"MW told them about Yusaku Kudo's itinerary," Ivy explained.

"That's why the manifesto is so nondescript, it sounds like a social animal whining, and it also has the taste of a forced anti-social element." Bolivar's brows slightly relaxed.

"Send this message to Gin and let him complete the task quickly. Don't procrastinate, let the little thief jump for too long." Bolivar said to Ivy.

"But don't let your guard down, send someone to carefully check their social relations and recent experiences, and then let another person take over and review it again."

"Of course, don't worry." Ivy nodded.

In the bar outside the pop-up sports center, Curacao staggered towards the staff dormitory with a drunken Rachel.

There are no taxis on the road.After all, the driver can tell at a glance that this is a drunk, and will be worried that the other party will vomit in the car.

At night, even the lights were dimmed, Curacao didn't feel that he was heavy with a drunk, but Rachel had been moving around dishonestly, which caused him a lot of trouble.She raised her head and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and seemed to see a few people standing there in the corner talking about something.

One of the small men took out a handful of banknotes and handed them to the other strong men, and the strong man handed him a small bag with a strange smile.

Curacao subconsciously held her breath, and Rachel, who was carried on her shoulders, retched in a daze, which startled several people in the corner.

"..." Curacao took a few steps back and wanted to take Rachel away quickly, she was not in the mood to meddle in other people's business.

But she doesn't want to be nosy, it doesn't mean that others are willing to let her go.

"What's the matter!?" The strong man came out, glanced at Curacao's face, his eyes suddenly changed, and then glanced at Rachel's blurred appearance, his eyes stayed on the other's chest for a few seconds, A wicked smile curled up on the corner of his mouth,

"Hey, little girl, are you still out to play so late? Do you want to have a drink with my brother and show you something good?" The strong man's tone was very obscene.

"Wait a minute, they're just passing by, and you don't want too many people to know about this." The little man standing opposite came out, and he was discussing with those strong men, as if he was trying to stop them. Several people troubled Curacao and the others.

Only then did Curacao see the other party's face clearly, it turned out to be a minor.He dyed his hair blue, dressed in a very 'trendy' punk style, with studs everywhere, and even a chain hanging from his mouth.

"Run!" He didn't seem to convince the strong men, standing between the two groups of people, he shouted at Curacao.

Curacao didn't move, and the temperature in her eyes faded little by little: "Are you selling fans? Or selling fans to minors!?"

"Huh? What kind of powder, it's clearly a good thing, what kind of eyes do you have?" The strong man was uncomfortable with Curacao's eyes, and he had a drink break, "Yo, I want to be a good person, I advise you not to have a finger in the pie."

Curacao took a few steps back and put Rachel on the bench by the side of the road. Before a few people understood what she was going to do, he stepped on his high heels and rushed up.Her two arms were almost waving to the afterimage, and she swung back to the sky with Baguazhang, beating several men into a spiral.

"what!"

"what!!"

"what!!!"

In a few seconds, half of the strong men present collapsed, leaving only two men standing in the corner, subconsciously took a step back, without being directly knocked out.

The man lost his head and touched his chin. His face was covered with blood and his nose was broken.Shocked by the bright red color, he became impatient, and took out the small pistol on his waist and pointed it at Curacao: "Stinky! I want it! I want to kill it!"

Curacao didn't even blink his eyes, he just slapped the gun crookedly and put his palms together, crushing the entire barrel of the gun, scaring the remaining two punks sober.

"you you you!"

"Don't come here! I'm telling you! Our boss is M·W's celebrity! If you dare to touch us, M·W will not give you good fruit!"

With such vicious words on their lips, the two big men were smearing oil on their feet, and they were about to run in the opposite direction, cursing: "Wait! You offended our East Andy people! You are in Millican There is no way out!"

Curacao didn't care what they were talking about, and planned to catch up with the two of them, but noticed that at some point, the boy standing at the corner had already run away.

Curacao struggled for a second between chasing the big man and blocking the white powder in the boy's hand, and decisively chose to chase the boy.

"Wait! You stop!"

She yelled, and saw the young man was terrified and ran even faster, but tripped over a stone and fell firmly to the ground.

"Don't run!" She took the opportunity to rush to the opponent, reaching out and grabbing the opponent's shoulder.

The boy flinched, raised his arms to block his face, and half-closed his eyes, as if he was afraid that Curacao would hit him.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hit anyone." Curacao softened his expression and coaxed at the boy.

She watched the other person open his eyes, and moved his gaze to the big man who fell not far away and was still unconscious, and then to the barrel of the gun that was squeezed into scrap iron in Curacao's hand

"..." Curacao quickly let go, and threw the iron block away, smiling awkwardly.

"It's because they are bad people." Curacao laughed, his ears turned a little red, "How old are you? Why haven't you come home so late?"

"The thing in your hand is very dangerous, can you give it to me?" Curacao tried not to look so fierce, pointing to the small bag.

When not showing his strength, Curacao's face is still very friendly. The boy glanced at it a few times, and gradually calmed down his panic.

"Sixteen..." the boy whispered, but obediently handed the small bag in his hand to Curacao.

Hearing the age of the other party, Curacao's smile froze slightly, and he took a few deep breaths subconsciously, feeling that he had just been beaten lightly, and he should hit those scumbags a few more times.

"Do you know what this is?" She paused, put her hands on her knees, and slowly squatted down in front of the boy.

"Why do you want to do this? Did you encounter something unhappy? Or some difficulty? Maybe I can help you share it? If you want to talk about it."

"But don't choose this kind of stuff."

This is the first time she has encountered such a thing.She shouldn't have meddled in her own business, and she shouldn't have rashly approached people on the bright side.But I don't know why I can't let go when I look at the other party's expression that seems to have been abandoned by everything.She seems to have seen the useless, to be disposed of, the past self.

For a while, the surroundings were quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves could be heard, the street lights were dim at night, crows sang shrill horns, and flew past with fluttering wings, the darkness was terrible, only the people in front of us The white hair is still reflecting a faint light, which is a very gentle color.

"...my girlfriend gave up on me because of my career..." Looking at Curacao's gentle expression, the teenager couldn't help but feel a sore nose, and tears fell, "I have no home, and my father and brother don't welcome me , and even changed my room into a study..."

With a slight surprise on her face, she reached out to catch the boy who threw herself into her arms, enduring the slight uneasiness of being in close contact with someone.Curacao used a little strength in his hand and patted him on the back lightly.

"My sister is so gentle. If it's my sister, I can give you a discounted price." A few minutes later, he suddenly raised his head with a smile and said this sentence, with a little tear on his face.He was even afraid that Curacao would not understand what he meant, so he deliberately rubbed her chest.

"!!!!" Curacao's expression was blank for a moment, as if he had been electrocuted, he pushed him away suddenly, and staggered back several steps.

"you you you you you!"

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The author has something to say:

The last two chapters are a little bit dull, and they are excessive chapters.

So far, M·W's dark thread has finally been released!

感谢在2021-11-1312:12:17~2021-11-1316:35:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Scale; 5 bottles of summer cloud; 2 bottles of wolfberry Mingming tea;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!