When Gin loses the nether filter

The explosion was caught off guard, and no one reacted.

After a few seconds of suffocating silence, the tourists under the Ferris wheel fell into panic, and everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department quickly joined the team to evacuate and appease the masses.

"What's going on here, the prisoner detonated the bomb in advance?"

Miwako Sato walked up to Matsuda Jinpei and lowered her voice.

She looked at the young man with complicated eyes and guilt.

Matsuda Jinpei's behavior of rushing out of the police car without hesitation just now made her realize that this police officer is not as irritable and irresponsible as she thought.

In fact, after Matsuda Jinping got out of the car, several police officers in the car immediately followed, but they couldn't do other things because they didn't know where the prisoner was hiding to monitor the scene.

There is no other solution.

It is too difficult for them, whose duty is to protect the masses, to choose between the many innocent people and the colleagues who sacrificed voluntarily.

Matsuda Jinhei hummed, then frowned, and stared up at the top of the Ferris wheel, his eyes seemed to be squinted by the scorching heat.

"How many people were injured."

he asked quietly.

When Miwako Sato heard this, her face became more complicated: "...At present, there is no."

"..." Matsuda Zhenping was stunned for a moment, then quickly calmed down, "What do you mean?"

"The monitoring of the amusement park that was destroyed just now returned to normal for some unknown reason. The technical department found that since more than ten minutes ago, the line of tourists under the Ferris wheel began to slow down, and the tourists who were supposed to sit on the Ferris wheel, They were all led to the lounge on the side by a staff member wearing a mask and a hat on the grounds of Ferris wheel inspection."

Miwako Sato paused: "Officer Shiratori has already led a team to look for that staff member, but from the monitoring, the man left half a minute before the explosion..."

While Matsuda Jinpei evacuated the crowd, he pulled up the cordon around the Ferris wheel, and Sato Miwako was doing the same thing beside him.

He was silent for a while: "So there is no one on the Ferris wheel."

"Yes."

The young man frowned even tighter.

This is strange.

It's impossible for the prisoner to stop by himself, so besides the police, who else stepped in to help?

He was just about to speak.

Suddenly, a strange intuition made him suddenly raise his head and look forward.

About five steps away from him, a middle-aged man wearing a hat was looking at him with a grim expression, holding a gun in his hand.

The safety catch of the gun was pulled.

The man stared at Matsuda Jinpei viciously, gritted his teeth, and said in a tone of disgusting malice, "Damn it... you despicable policemen let you get away with it, even the other bomb..."

"go to hell--!!!"

He yelled that he was going to shoot in the next second.

Matsuda Jinpei immediately raised his hand and pushed Miwako Sato away beside him, and then he was about to hide to the side.

His body must not be able to match the speed of the bullet, and he was ready to be injured.

however--

Something unexpected but familiar happened.

Hearing a sudden sound piercing the sky, the man who had not had time to fire his gun suddenly fell back.

A bloody hole was punched in his chest by a sniper bullet.

His expression still remained in the ferocious complacency that he was about to kill the policeman.

Matsuda Jinpei staggered, quickly stood still, and looked around sharply.

——No suspicious person was seen.

His brain felt sluggish, his chest tight, and it took a few seconds for him to realize that he had forgotten to breathe.

This series of erroneous and interlocking coincidences, like a densely woven net, enveloped their heads irresistibly.

Whether it is the Metropolitan Police Department or the bomber, they are nothing but tiny mayflies under this net.

"Same as four years ago..."

Zhen Ping murmured.

Four years ago it was Hagi who was in a life-and-death crisis, and it was him four years later.

But there is a sniper who kills the culprit in an instant.

His thoughts are still stuck in the case four years ago, but his brain has already instinctively manipulated his body to respond: "Officer Sato, please feel free to call the search department to investigate the identity of the deceased. I suspect that he is probably the The culprit of this bombing."

Matsuda Jinhei changed his usual sloppy look, with a serious expression and a cold tone: "I will inform the bombing team that another bomb in Tokyo was probably also detonated by the bomber...but maybe he didn't succeed, and investigations are still needed."

Miwako Sato recovered from the shock and said seriously: "Yes!!"

……

Among the evacuated crowd, two tall men blended in in a low-key manner. One of them leaned against the wall of the nearby building, and the other stood aside with his hand pressed against the brim of his hat.

Toru Amuro was wearing a peaked cap, looking in the direction of the Ferris wheel complicatedly.

He followed Qin Jiu to watch all the developments of this succession.

God knows how hard it took him to hold back his expression and hold back his movements when he saw that guy Matsuda Jinpei's life hanging by a thread several times!

But when the case subsided, Toru Amuro suddenly couldn't understand it.

Why on earth would Gin do this?

Without hesitation, he directly opened his mouth and asked, "Qin Jiu, what did you bring me here to see?"

He chuckled: "To see how these policemen and the bomber tease each other?"

"Or... Gin, what did you do in it?"

For a moment, he put aside his original intention of coming to Gin's side, and no longer concealed his suspicion and aggressiveness in his words, obviously different from the obedient young man in the coffee shop before.

Gin still leisurely took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit it between his lips and teeth, and lit it casually.

He turned his head to look at Toru Amuro, who was staring straight at him.

"……Humph."

Gin didn't suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth, mockingly.

He suddenly raised his hand to hold Toru Amuro's shoulder, and moved to his side. The two of them changed directions. Before Toru Amuro had time to be surprised, he felt his back hit the wall.

Gin, on the other hand, stood in front of him, almost blocking all the light that came from him.

Amuro frowned, just about to say something.

Qin Jiu suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the cigarette, lowered his eyes, looked at the sparks on the cigarette, and flicked it casually twice.

He didn't explain his actions, but answered Amuro Toru's previous question: "Bourbon, do you know why I transferred you here?"

"……do not know."

"Oh? Don't you know this?" Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows, "I called you here to help me."

Toru Amuro was still looking at the gin, waiting for the next thing in silence.

While the man was talking slowly, the light and slightly pungent smell of burning tobacco leaves permeated little by little, and the burning cigarette was still tirelessly puffing out winding white smoke, which drifted between the two of them. .

"If you want to help, there is no need to ask so many questions, are you right?"

"Learn more from Scotland when you have time."

Hearing the last sentence, Toru Amuro froze.

What does it mean?

For Gin, Scotland is both an undercover and a traitor.

Why... you have to tell him like this...

The young man took a deep breath, then stood up straight, calmly and docilely: "Yes, I understand."

Gin casually hummed.

Then he glanced in the direction of Matsuda Jinpei just now.

That kid almost saw it...

The silver-haired man was biting his cigarette again, ignoring Toru Amuro who had no idea what was going on in his head, but took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to a new number that had not been noted yet.

[Good job, Scotland]

After sending this text message, Gin Jiu said lightly: "Let's go back to Mihua Town."

Back to...Mihua Town?

Amuro regained consciousness in an instant.

He unconsciously pursed his dry lips.

...Are you finally going to Gin's house?

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"Are you sure that person is still here?"

"Sure! Officer Shiratori! That guy just ran towards this road!"

"But there's not even a single one now... Forget it, keep searching around here!"

"Yes!!"

"..."

Several uniformed police officers scattered.

And just beside where they had just gathered, on a tall banyan tree, there were two dark shadows squatting furtively.

"...These policemen are like dogs, they can't be shaken off!"

Margo cursed.

The red-haired man in a long trench coat beside him rubbed his hair lazily: "Okay, hurry up, deal with the monitoring again, and we will withdraw."

Margot was spitting, but the movements of his hands were not delayed at all, and the crackling keyboard sounded very fast.

After complaining, he still had time to glance at Seto Falcon next to him: "Hey, you guy, just forgot to drop the bomb there, didn't you get hurt?"

Seto Hayabusa sneered: "Do you think I'm you?"

"—Fuck! Are you sick?!"

The red-haired man had a half-smile: "Boss doesn't like other people's swearing."

Margo's eyes were speechless: "You are really..."

Remember who couldn't leave dirty words in half a sentence? !

This big red bird is getting more and more arrogant day by day... Heh, it's not the same as us, it's not brought by the adults!

While dealing with the monitoring, Margo said sinisterly, "Seto, did you just see that guy next to your lord?"

Seto Hayabusa's relaxed and lazy expression suddenly froze, and then a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What bourbon are you talking about?"

"Otherwise which bastard could it be?!" Margot could hardly control the volume, he was extremely depressed, "What Vodka said is actually true?!! My lord really chose a guy who has never heard of it to be with By my side?! Is it because of that bastard in Scotland that adults really don’t trust us?!”

Seto Hayabusa clicked his tongue: "If the boss doesn't trust us, he won't let us do this mission."

This is Gin's private operation, and it still involves the Metropolitan Police Department!

"And who—didn't Bordeaux say it? Bordeaux was the one who took the codename assessment with her in Osaka back then, so the boss probably met there."

Margo glanced at Falcon Seto.

Heh, this guy said it calmly, the tree trunk next to him was about to be crushed into a layer of skin, what are you pretending to be, the few of us in the group, you are the most abnormal brain!

Margot hit the last button, and said coldly: "Bourbon... this bastard is purely lucky on shit, fuck... drag him down when you get a chance! He has a fart to jump in line!! !"

Seto Falcon: "Oh, dog thing? He deserves it too?"

Margot: "...you are enough, Seto!"