Sente Eiji's Black Friday

In the process of rushing to the scene, I got in touch with Mr. Totsukawa and learned the whole story of this extremely bad bombing.

There were two gangsters in the case. They installed bombs in two apartment buildings in the urban area, demanded 10 billion yen as a price for stopping, and threatened that if even one resident left before they got the money, Immediately detonate the bomb.

When I first heard the broadcast, the bomb in one of the apartment buildings had been defused by Matsuda Jinpei.

However, it seems that the structure of the second bomb is more complicated. Kenji Hagiwara, who was working at the second site, said that it could not be dismantled before the bomb exploded. Therefore, the police agreed to the request of the gangsters and prepared 10 billion yen for them. .

When I stopped not far from the scene, the criminals had already stopped the bomb timer with the remote control, and the residents in the apartment also began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

I raised my hand and pressed the headset: "I'm at the scene, do you need me to go out?"

As a dedicated gold medal undercover agent, I am a top-notch talent who is proficient in fighting, infiltration, hacking, torture, intelligence gathering, etc., and such trivial matters as bomb disposal are no problem!

["According to the meaning from the Metropolitan Police Department, it should not be used."] Mr. Totsukawa replied, ["The bomb timer has stopped, and it is better to continue the bomb disposal after the evacuation of the residents is completed-compared to this, then How's the harvest?"]

"Over there" is the Black Organization.Mr. Totsukawa knew that I was using my annual vacation to infiltrate the organization's experimental center recently, but I haven't told him exactly where I infiltrated and what I found.

Just as I was about to say that I had found very important information, an unfamiliar number called Eiji Kurosawa's cell phone.

I paused slightly: "...Teacher, the things I found are not suitable for talking on the phone. I will tell you when I have a chance next time. That's it."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the teacher to answer, I hung up the phone dedicated to the public security undercover Eiji Natsume, and then picked up the new mobile phone I bought after becoming Eiji Kurosawa: "Hello?"

No one on the other side spoke.

I blinked and was about to ask another question when I heard a strange small sound.

["Da da da, da, da da..."]

["Wow..."]

This is……

I froze, and slowly frowned.

There was no more sound from the other end of the phone.

Toru Amuro put one hand under the faucet, cold sweat dripped from the palm of the other hand, and his fingernails kept tapping the screen.

Just now, there was a car accident outside the cafe where he was.

The deceased was a man who ran out of a public phone booth in a panic. After he was hit by a truck without noticing, a group of plainclothes police immediately surrounded him and checked his vital signs with solemn expressions.

Of course, most people would not be able to tell that they were plainclothes, except for Toru Amuro who was trading with his "senior" in the cafe.

He didn't feel good at the time—in fact, he already felt bad when he learned on TV that his two friends were face-to-face with the bomb, and this feeling reached a few minutes ago peak--

According to the latest broadcast, the gangsters have already got one billion yen and stopped the bomb timer remotely; however, the news was rebroadcast a few minutes ago, and the content of the rebroadcast was still before the timer stopped. Stop the timer.

What if the gangsters hear this rebroadcast and they misunderstand that the police are playing tricks?They have a remote control in their hands!

And now the second bomb has not been dismantled, once they want to be reborn and restart the countdown regardless, then Kenji Hagiwara, who was waiting to dismantle the bomb before the bomb, will...

Toru Amuro was startled by his own imagination and broke into a cold sweat.

He wanted to make a phone call to remind Kenji Hagiwara on the excuse of going to the toilet, but the "senior" of the organization patted him on the back before he set off and told him to go and come back quickly.

At that time, Toru Amuro felt cold all over his body - bugs!That man must have bugged himself!

Before he could figure out a way, there was a loud noise outside the window. A man was hit by a truck, and another man hid behind a corner, looking horribly at the plainclothes policemen who surrounded him, holding a gun in his hand. remote control.

For some reason at that moment, Toru Amuro suddenly had a strong premonition—those two people were the culprits in the bombing.

They were misled by the rebroadcast news and called the police to ask what it meant, but the police found out the location of the phone booth in turn. When they fled in a hurry, they were accidentally hit by a truck and died on the spot.

——Still being watched to death by his accomplices.

Go on like this... go on like this...!

Amuro Toru's distorted expression full of hatred and the remote controller in his hand appeared repeatedly in front of Toru Amuro's eyes.

The clothes on his back were unknowingly wet with cold sweat, especially after he found the bug on his coat with the help of a mirror, he almost felt despair.

The Black Organization adopts a 24-hour monitoring system for new members.Once there is something wrong with this member, he will be immediately abandoned by the organization.

Toru Amuro can't show his feet here.

——So, when he came back to his senses, he had already turned on the faucet in the bathroom to cover up, and called Eiji Kurosawa.

It is not acceptable to call Hagiwara Kenji at this time.When the gangsters will restart the countdown at some point, Kenji Hagiwara, who is a bomb defuser, must be busy operating, and every minute and every second of him is precious.

More importantly, Kenji Hagiwara should still be wearing a heavy protective clothing specially designed for dealing with explosives. That kind of protective clothing has no gaps from the body to the helmet. If he is asked to answer the phone at this time, he can't even speak at a normal volume. You may not be able to hear it, let alone the slight knocking sound.

Or, even if he heard it, he might not be able to realize that Toko Amuro was speaking Morse code in that state of high nervousness and all his attention on the bomb.

But apart from notifying Kenji Hagiwara, who is the person involved, is there any way for him to escape the danger?

...Sense told Toru Amuro this way.

But his fingers still uncontrollably dialed the phone number of Eiji Kurosawa who did not know where he was, and used Morse code to type out a desperate signal——

Save Hagiwara.

The fingertips of the blond youth trembled.

If it's the instructor...if...if it's that person, he will definitely have a solution!

[“…”]

There was a long, desperate silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, with a "click", the phone was hung up.

At that moment, Toru Amuro only felt a "buzz", and his eyes even went dark as he was spinning around.

He stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly heard a voice from outside.

It's the voice from the TV.

The blond young man's heart trembled, and he ran out suddenly, trying to stabilize his footsteps before stepping into the sight of the "senior", walked out and pretended to watch the TV inadvertently.

next second.

"...The private car that suddenly rushed through the traffic control just now and rushed straight towards the building! !Omg, this is amazing, what the hell are the people in the car trying to do? ! ""

After the host tried his best to control it, he couldn't hide his astonishment and shouted suddenly. Toru Amuro stared at the TV screen with his eyes wide open in shock.

His reaction was not outrageous, because the other people in the cafe were even more exaggerated than his reaction, and they all stared dumbfounded at the crazy car like a wild horse on the screen.

I saw that the black car broke through the cordon and roared into the three-dimensional parking lot next to the apartment building under the hastily dodged by countless policemen.

The buzzing sound of its engine was piercing even through the screen. After a while, it rushed to the top floor, and then stepped on the accelerator continuously, rushing towards the apartment building like a flying arrow! !

""Ahhh——! ! ""

Screams came from the TV and the coffee shop simultaneously, and the host's explanation became more and more excited:

""incredible! !The mysterious private car rushed to the apartment building! !Does it want to go to the place where bombs exist?Everyone please look!That car is floating in the air!The car started to fall!That car—ah! !The sunroof of that car is open! !A figure jumped out from the car, that figure he—ah! !That figure turned out to be——! ! ""

The camera zoomed in in time, and at the same time, the host's commentary turned into an unbelievable, heart-piercing cry——

""Masked Rider? ? ! ""

"Eh--??!"

It was as if all the people in Tokyo who were paying attention to this incident were stunned and exclaimed.

Fake, Kamen Rider...

Amuro's anxious and even desperate mood turned into speechless, the corners of his mouth twitched crazily, staring half-moon eyes at the man flying in the air and wearing the headgear of the children's favorite animation character - "Kamen Rider" .

That man actually caught the camera and posed a handsome pose in the air! !

Hello... what time is this?

Holding his forehead dumbfounded, Amuro Toru's stiff expression unknowingly loosened, his clear light blue eyes stared at the person on the screen unblinking, the tension inside was still there, but his eyes were When I didn't even know it, I showed undisguised trust and hope, like lighting two lamps of hope.

"Kamen Rider" broke through the glass and jumped into the apartment building.

A few seconds later, there was an earth-shattering big bang, which shocked everyone inside and outside the TV—didn't it mean that the countdown had stopped? !

So, "Kamen Rider" desperately entered the apartment building, is it to rescue the police inside? !

But it was only a few seconds before he entered, such a short time, even the real Kamen Rider, I'm afraid...!

In the tense silence, Toru Amuro stood upright, his eyes fixed on the TV screen all the time, and the light in his eyes never went out.

Finally, under the floor where the explosion occurred, a window was suddenly opened, and Kenji Hagiwara, who was not wearing protective clothing, was locked up by "Kamen Rider" and showed his head, and followed him in an "ok" gesture miserably. .

"Oh oh oh-!!"

Deafening cheers resounded over Tokyo.

Toru Amuro let out a long breath, and supported the wall next to him as if he was exhausted, and then couldn't help feeling angry——

That guy Hagiwara, he didn't even wear protective clothing when dismantling the bomb! !Does he think his life is too long? !

If it weren't for the instructor, he would definitely have——! !

The same raging anger was also burning in the heart of Matsuda Jinping who was waiting downstairs at this moment.

Regardless of other people's obstruction, he rushed into the building holding his breath, and went all the way to the floor he saw before. He roared angrily when he was still at the stairs, and he was so angry that he didn't even call his nickname: "Hagiwara!! I told How many times have you had to wear hazmat suits—”

"Ow-!!"

A cry of pain interrupted his roar.

Matsuda Zhenping was slightly stunned, and turned a corner without stopping, and saw You Shuran who was being beaten up by "Kamen Rider" at a glance.

Hagiwara Kenji has already been beaten into a black eye, and at the moment he is protecting his handsome face under the silent crowd of his subordinates, dodging from left to right and screaming miserably:

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I beg you to spare me—oh! Please don't slap me in the face—Kamen Rider!!"

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Matsuda Jinpei let out a sinister grin, rolled up his sleeves and walked up: "Kamen Rider! Leave the rest to me!"

"What! It's too much, Zhenping-chan!!"

"Stop rambling!! I'll let you know what anger from a friend is! Let's see if you dare to do it next time, bastard!!"

"Don't dare, dare not, really dare not—it hurts!!"

The noise of chicken and egg fights away the fear of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, and the members of the explosive disposal team around looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

At this time, someone suddenly thought of his savior: "That's right! Where is that Kamen Rider?"

"Huh? You were standing next to Captain Hagiwara just now, weren't you?"

"Why is it gone...We haven't had time to say thank you to him yet!"

"Yeah yeah!"

Amidst the twittering, Matsuda Jinpei stopped beating Hagiwara Kenji, grabbed his collar and remained silent for a while, then suddenly hugged him.

Hagiwara Kenji was taken aback: "Jinpei-chan..."

"Hagi." Matsuda Jin called him in a low voice, and when Hagiwara Kenji thought he was about to say something provocative, he asked in a hoarse voice: "That just now...was instructor Kurosawa?"

"...Ah." Hagiwara Kenji twitched the corners of his mouth, then smiled helplessly, and looked up at the huge pothole above his head.

It was the "Kamen Rider" who appeared like a hero in a crisis. In the last few seconds of the explosion, he punched and shattered two floors of the ground, allowing them to escape from death.

He sighed gratefully: "It can't be wrong, that kind of skill and strength that is different from ordinary people... definitely is the instructor himself."

Matsuda Jinpei's hand holding his clothes tightened silently, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

He closed his eyes, leaned on his friend's shoulder and took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn...he is really abominable, why hasn't he heard from me for so long, but he didn't even talk to me when he showed up?" I don’t even want to… I don’t know about me…”

"Jinpei-chan." Hagiwara Kenji called him helplessly, and said softly as a reminder: "The instructor should have a secret mission, just like Fugu-chan."

So even if they recognized him, they could only pretend not to know him, for fear of causing him any trouble.

"...I know." Matsuda Zhenping responded in a low voice, let go of him with his head down, his eyes behind the sunglasses were a little emotionally unclear.

Hagiwara Kenji sighed softly in his heart, didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder silently.

As the young boy who is most familiar with each other, others can't see Matsuda Jinpei's thoughts, but it's impossible for him not to.

ya ya ya...

Who said that wild boys who always play with machines don't have the nerve to fall in love?

A moment later, there was no one in the alley.

A man was thrown on the ground like a torn sack, rolled around in embarrassment a few times and then stopped in the corner.

The glasses on his face have been shattered, only the frames are left, his hands and feet are tied behind his back, his ten knuckles are distorted unnaturally black and purple, his toothless mouth is stuffed with a rag soaked in blood, like a pool of rotten It trembled unconsciously like flesh.

Footsteps suddenly sounded at the entrance of the light-transmitting alley.

A young man walked over slowly, his footsteps were light and regular, and his tone was obviously cheerful and playful.

"What's the matter? Why are you so scared? When you pressed the remote control of the bomb just now, you were very proud!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!"

The man shook his head with difficulty, his face was covered with tears, snot and blood, looking miserable and pitiful.

But the devil in front of him would not feel pity for him just because of this level.

"Look, how disgusting it is to cry."

The blue-haired young man in the open suit stood in front of the man with his hands in his pockets, grinning slowly in response to his desire to shrink himself into a ball, showing a devilish, cruel smile.

"Don't worry, as an excellent policeman who protects the citizens, I won't kill you—even if you cry like a pig, you almost kill my lovely students."

He bent down and approached the frantically trembling man, his voice was low and smiling like a lover's whisper, even containing a bit of gentle comfort.

But to the man who was limp on the ground, what he said was like a poisonous snake circling around him, extremely gloomy, cold, and terrifying.

"So, before handing you over to my colleagues, let's have a good time... shall we?"

"Woo! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

The man seemed to have been touched by some switch, and shook his head in horror and tears, his face was full of fear that penetrated to the bone marrow.

However, this look of being so frightened that his expression was distorted made the blue-haired young man laugh happily as if he had been delighted:

"Really, you want to play with me too? That's great!"

"Woooooooooooooo!"

There was a heart-piercing scream from the man's throat, and he looked at him almost tearfully, as well as his creepy and cruel smile.

"rest assured."

Eiji Kurosawa said cheerfully, and put on elegant white gloves with a smile that could not see his eyes.

"Even if you turn into a pile of rotten meat that you can't see clearly, I will cure you later, okay?"

……

…………

The voices in the alley stopped.

The tall young man walked out expressionlessly, took off his blood-colored white gloves, and threw them behind him without looking back.

A handkerchief suddenly protruded from the side, light green exuding a soft fragrance.

"Please wipe your face."

Akai Shuichi, who had been waiting at the entrance of the alley, said so, his face turned slightly pale.

Eiji Kurosawa stopped in his footsteps, his abyss-like pupils slanted over emotionlessly, the coldness in his eyes remained undiminished, and the angle of looking down had a cruel taste.

Akai Hideichi faced such gazes abruptly, and his face turned pale again unconsciously, but the outstretched hand did not waver, but stretched forward after a moment of stiffness.

... Carefully wiped the blood on the side of his cheek.

Eiji Kurosawa did not object.

So Akai Hideyoshi lowered his eyes, restrained his breathing and wiped him more gently, wiped off the blood spattered one by one, and restored the cleanliness of his face.

Then, lightly press a kiss on it.

"In the future, please let me do the work that will get your hands dirty like this."

He put away the soiled handkerchief and held up the young man's hand instead.

Those hands were very slender and fair, and the joints were as strong as steel and iron bones. They were powerful and beautiful hands.

He held those hands, staring at them intently for a moment with his olive green eyes, then slowly raised his eyes to look at Eiji.

The man's gaze never evades, even after witnessing the terrible things just now, there is still no fear in the eyes staring at Eiji, just like what he said before, "I believe that Mr. Eiji is a person with strong feelings".

Under such gazes, Eiji Kurosawa finally moved.

"Look at your reaction... don't tell me, do you still want to stand by my side?"

He raised his hand to caress Akai Shuichi's neck, and put his fingertips on his carotid artery. The fingers that had just experienced violence and blood baptism still seemed to contain a terrifying sense of power, which made it impossible for anyone to doubt that they only needed a little force, It can easily pinch a man's throat.

—As long as his answer is even slightly unsatisfactory.

But Akai Shuichi just kept his original posture and stared straight at him, not even tense for a moment, the heat in his eyes could almost burn his eyesight.

"Yes. I'm still so eager."

He answered without hesitation, his thin lips almost evoked a smile, his long and narrow eyelashes were like hooks, and his magnetic voice was soft and soft, making one unconsciously think... what it would be like when it cried flavor.

So Eiji Kurosawa finally laughed.

"So."

He casually pinched Akai Shuichi's chin, hooked his lips and kissed it.

"as you wish."