Why aren't people raising me

Ida quickly took a photo of Masaharu Nakahara's appearance, then threw the phone out of the window, started the car and drove away.

Masaharu Nakahara didn't even fasten his seat belt, so he slammed into the back of the passenger seat. Without restraint, he sat up straight, looked down at the bomb strapped to his waist, and said nothing.

The man is full of madness, and he doesn't care if the speed is too high or there will be no accidents. He overtakes all the way and changes lanes back and forth, but from time to time he pays attention to the state of Masaharu Nakahara.

Masaharu Nakahara tightly grasped the handrail with one hand, today is a rare sunny day, the glaring sunlight still hits him through the window, but he quieted down strangely, as if he was frightened out of his wits.

Ida is very satisfied, he may also be nervous, so he needs to relieve his emotions through unnutritive communication, "Why, it's quiet now?"

"I installed a bomb in a certain corner of the city. They will find our location through positioning, but it is useless. They need to disarm the bomb before they can find the trading place I designated inside the bomb."

"If it fails...heh."

The cost for the villain to do evil is extremely low, and he can put forward all kinds of excessive conditions, while the good person must endure and be influenced by him again and again, and must release people, dismantle the bomb, and rescue the hostages. Penalties will be imposed.The detonator and Masaharu Nakahara in his hand have almost become the chips to control the overall situation.

"When I contact them again later, you should cry a little more if you are sensible. Your brother will definitely feel so bad."

As he said that, Ida took out another mobile phone and called the person on the other side, "I have already created the opportunity, and I should have transferred all the police force by now, so hurry up."

In the quiet environment, Masaharu Nakahara could hear the answer clearly, "I know, you'd better be useful, if you can't give those police a critical attack, you don't want to take our helicopter."

Masaharu Nakahara looked down, and the small space in front of the car seat, where the sun can't reach, was pitch black, and he could complete ghosting in an instant as long as he retracted.

But Masaharu Nakahara didn't do it.

He said, "So you still have an organization."

"Huh?" Ida glanced in surprise, then narrowed his eyes mockingly, "This is not a police officer's game, brat."

He hung up the phone, untied his lower body with one hand, and cursed, "I kicked you so hard, I'll return it to you later."

Masaharu Nakahara examined him carefully, his eyes wandering inch by inch, hair, glasses, dust on his coat, skin on his palms, stains on his nails, water marks on his pants, and soil on the soles of his shoes.

Yaji said, "You planted the bomb in the fountain in Third Park, right?"

Ida was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head in a daze,

"The fountain exhibition is being held there today, and there are many people taking pictures around." Masaharu Nakahara looked back, "If I guessed correctly, the countdown to the bomb will be reset at [-]:[-], because that is also the time when the fountain ends. The loneliness of a feast accompanied by horror has always been the favorite scene for people like you."

Ida retorted, "You are wrong, I set it to 11:58, the time when the fountain started to operate."

"Oh, 58:[-]." Masaharu Nakahara repeated without any emotion,

Playing with the police officers in this way, asking them to find the hiding place of the bomb one by one, race against time, and compete with the god of death, I have to say, it is extremely abhorrent.

"How do you know?" Ida felt terrified, always feeling strange,

"My guess."

"It's not a detective game, kid."

Masaharu Nakahara fastened his seat belt, then adjusted his position with the bomb bag on his waist, and leaned against the back of the chair.

Ida: "?"

Ida: "You don't think those people will rescue you in time, do you?"

He felt weird, and his facial expression was threatening, "This thing is not a toy."

The vehicle drove to a remote unfinished building, and the surrounding buildings cast a shadow on the ground. Ida grabbed Masaharu Nakahara by the collar and lifted him to the fourth floor.

There are no stairs built in this place. Ida was pulled up by a rope with the support of his accomplices. Masaharu Nakahara was held tightly by him. The perspective gradually moved up. Five or six well-armed people appeared in front of him. A helicopter is parked in the open space.

……these people……

Masaharu Nakahara's eyes narrowed slightly.

Appears to be a professionally trained police officer.

Their clothes, standing postures, calluses on their fingers, and even the weapons they used seemed to be copied from the hands of the police.

Seeing Yazhi, the leader put down the cigarette butt in his hand, "It came very quickly."

Afterwards, his expression was a little strange, "You tied a lot of things to him..."

Ida pushed Masaji forward as if showing off, "The biggest pain for those guys is that the people they just saved were wiped out in front of their eyes."

The other people present didn't agree, and exuded a faint displeasure. Someone stepped forward to check the two of them skillfully. Ida ignored them and asked, "Have all your people returned?"

"There are still two more." The leader pinched out the cigarette and looked at Jing Tian coolly, "Where's the money?"

"I replaced it with gems and gold, and I carried them with me."

The member who had been staring at the news said, "The police are still dismantling bombs. We just need to take advantage of this to fly to the passenger ship and swim into our submarine from the bottom of the ship to leave the country."

At this time, the inspector paused because the survey machine issued a warning sound,

The scene suddenly became tense, and the leader stood up abruptly, "Are you an idiot! You keep electronic equipment for this kid!"

Ida was stunned, "I, of course I searched him!"

"Let's go! Now there is no advantage for the enemy to be open and we are in the dark, even the time difference is gone! They must have ambushed!"

Ida was terrified by the yelling, "Wait... I have taken hostages, it will be of great use..."

"Boom!"

The helicopter parked in the open space seemed to be crushed by some invisible heavy object, and it made an overwhelmed shattering sound. The person in the driver's seat could not escape, and it was probably crushed to blood. Qi froze, and quickly backed away.

Masaharu Nakahara sneered, "What are you running for?"

He raised his foot and kicked hard between Ida's legs. The man curled up with a distorted expression and his limbs were weak. Masaharu Nakahara knocked him down while his center of gravity was unstable, and hit there again.

The screams that can't be restrained can easily arouse people's pity, but Masaharu Nakahara didn't even twitch his eyebrows.

The anger of being ridiculed all the way finally no longer needs to be endured. Masaharu Nakahara touched the tightly tied model around his waist and abdomen with one hand, and gave Ida a sharp bite.

"Bah! Bomb? You're too frightened when you think I'm an old man. Use a fake one to fool me!"

Whether he was sheltered by Nakahara Nakahara and struggling to survive on Radium Bowl Street, or living with the bomb disposal expert Matsuda Jinhei, Masaharu Nakahara has many opportunities to get in touch with hot weapons. He has a deep understanding of this aspect. He has been to criminal organizations. Warehouse, he may have touched more guns than anyone present, and he has also flipped through Matsuda Jinpei's professional books. Those drawings may be astronomical information for a child, but they are just right for Masaharu Nakahara.

Ever since Matsuda Jinpei discovered his talent in this area, his expression couldn't be called funny.

Ida gritted his teeth and touched the gun at his waist. Masaharu Nakahara jumped onto the place covered by the man. He may not be strong enough, but he has enough weight. Masaharu said viciously, "Give it back to me? Let me see how you can give it back." I."

"The expression is so deep, what do you mean I don't move, you believe my nonsense as if I'm crippled, but if this bomb accidentally detonates on me, you and your companions waiting to be rescued will be finished."

Criminals who make this move don't put themselves in that danger.

Masaharu Nakahara threw the model towards Ida's face, took out the children's machine that was close to the skin of the belly from his clothes, and turned on the screen, the call button was always on. The road has never been broken.

An uncertain voice trembled from the phone, "...Yazhi?"

"Yeah." Nakahara Masaharu replied calmly, "Now I can talk."

The returning criminal gang looked at this scene in bewilderment, and reflexively pointed their guns at Masaharu Nakahara.

"Hey!" The accomplice seemed to say something intentionally, but before he could stop the words, the bullet shot out.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, which should have been an excellent shot, but Masaharu Nakahara was unscathed. He said to the person on the other end of the phone as if there was no one else around, "I'm fine, have you found this place...don't worry, people here can't escape. "

"Am I worried about them! Masaharu Nakahara, do you know what a dangerous place you have gone!" Matsuda Jinping couldn't bear it and roared, "Your lunch and dinner for the next week will be the carrots you hate the most! Your pocket money for two months!"

"puff!"

There seems to be a burst of laughter over there,

Masaharu Nakahara's heart twitched, pretending he didn't hear it, he glanced at it, and the bullet stopped squarely in the air half a meter in front of his forehead, glowing with an ominous and weird red light, it fell to the ground weakly .

Masaharu Nakahara's pricked pupils gradually turned round, and there was a loud crash as if there was a collapse, and the person who was shooting with the gun was thrown into the wall by a shadow that passed by quickly.

A hoarse voice with hints of anger came from the smoke, "I think you are tired of working, and my people dare to move!"

There were unhurried footsteps behind him, and the lax, clear voice of the young man, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

He walked around the writhing well field in disgust, waved his hands to let his subordinates take him down, and looked coldly at the guards with guns, "However, there shouldn't be anything to talk about with this kind of person."

Two armed groups with a huge disparity in numbers faced each other. Masaharu Nakahara stood between them and quietly hung up the phone. The leader of the enemy saw something, and suddenly stepped forward and strangled Masaharu Nakahara by the neck, and held a gun against him. on his temple.

At the same time, countless gunpoints were aimed at his head, and the scene froze for a moment.

"I really didn't expect you to come here..." The leader's hands didn't tremble, but his voice was filled with fear, "That's our main force, have you already—!"

"Well, that's right, your organization has been wiped out by us." Osamu Dazai stared at him, "Although you didn't participate in the operation, the port mafia will not let any enemy go, not even the remnants of the organization."

"You know this best..."

"Degenerate detective gentlemen."

Corrupt cop.

This is an organization formed by a group of retired or betrayed police officers. They may be abandoned by their superiors for performing undercover missions, or they may be malicious because they see various criminals taking shortcuts to make profits... They rely on excellent Professional knowledge, anti-reconnaissance, grabbing weapons, and plundering money are the main purposes.

Not long ago, the main force of their organization went to Yokohama for a priceless painting, but they were just the backup personnel who stayed outside.

After the organization was destroyed, they got nothing, so they thought of cooperating with Jing Tian, ​​took the money and left here.

Nakahara Masaharu, who was pointed at by the gun, did not respond, but Dazai Osamu continued to talk to the leader calmly, "Are you going to shoot?"

His only naked eye contained a deep dark color, "Yes, in order to escape successfully, you must need an important hostage, but the most critical means of transportation has been destroyed, and there is no way for you to leave here."

A few cars parked below the abandoned building at some point. It was the police who came in disguise. There was no sign, let alone a whistle. But someone suddenly came to the place where no one cared about. You don't need to guess the identity of the person.

They followed Masaharu Nakahara all the way here, but they didn't dare to get too close.

"So, you want a child's life to be buried with you?"

The leader's breathing was thick and shallow, as if he was engaged in a violent ideological struggle, Masaharu Nakahara sighed suddenly,

"Mom, don't be naughty."

His childish voice combined with the content of his words seemed a little weird and penetrating.

"Ho...ho..."

The leader suddenly heard this voice.

It seems that some gears are turning, and it seems that the throat of some kind of beast is wriggling, which makes people's scalp feel so numb that it is almost terribly split.

His intuition made him push Masaharu Nakahara away, and took a few steps back.

"Boom!"

The people in Mafia at the port immediately saw the opportunity and fired, aiming at his vitals without exception. The man was instantly beaten into a sieve and fell to the ground panting.

At the moment of dying, surrounded by the malice of the cursed spirit, he saw the colossus,

The thing was pressing on his body, and the furiously bulging eyeballs met his eyes closely.

"Ahhhh-!!!"

The shrill scream pierced through the partition wall of the unfinished building, making everyone who heard it tense.

The police gathered downstairs looked up, "What's going on, what happened?"

The helicopter that came later tried to observe the situation inside with the telescopic equipment, but strangely saw nothing.

"Well, it's better not to make this kind of thing known to the public."

A slightly unscrupulous voice came into the field, Gojo Satoru looked at the edge of the slowly falling tent, and exchanged glances with Xia Youjie who was walking inside, "Can you please make the traces of destruction more like an explosion?" , so it can be more rounded."

"You're starting to worry about this kind of thing now." Xia Youjie passed by him, and replied indifferently.

"After all, Masaharu didn't remind me. It took me three days to get used to this kind of thing." Gojo Satoru stood side by side with him, "Since it's isolated from the outside world, it doesn't matter what happens inside."

In the smoke, Zhong Yuanzhong also walked out step by step. He had just pushed the person under the floor and collapsed the partition on the second floor.

However, the Gravitationist would not be affected, and he walked straight towards Yazhi without even the corner of his clothes being dirty.

Masaharu Nakahara's nerves jumped suddenly.

Because he felt that Chuya's eyes were not quite right, as if he was not sober.

"Oh, by the way, little slug, I forgot to tell you one thing." Dazai Osamu took a small step aside, "Chuya was drinking before going out, so now..."

"It's time to get drunk."

Accompanied by the voice, Chuya Nakahara stood in front of Masaharu Nakahara.

The red-haired boy stared at Yazhi's face with drooping eyelids, and stretched out his hands to pinch the child's cheeks,

"Strange, who is this?"

Breathing with a slight alcohol smell brushed Masaharu's face, Nakahara Masaharu saw Chuya drunk for the first time, and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Chuya, I'm Masaharu."

"Masa...?"

He murmured the name.

"wrong!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also shouted resolutely and confidently,

Nakahara Masaharu shook,

I'm not so fat that even a drunk can't recognize me, am I? !

The ochre-haired boy stood up straight, stretched out his two hands, and compared a short distance in front of his chest,

His eyes suddenly became gentle and moving,

His voice was soft, with a soft smile on his lips,

"My Masaharu is obviously only this big."

He compared Masaharu Nakahara's height again, then changed his voice, "And you?"

"Heh." A sneer full of deterrence, he looked at Masaharu Nakahara with squinted eyes, and finally just stretched out his hand to stroke the top of his hair, "Well, you have a good hairstyle."

"Oh and,"

Zhong Yuanzhong also shuddered, he patted Masaharu on the shoulder, and smiled flamboyantly, "You scolded so well!"

Masaharu Nakahara: "..."