MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog leash-Chapter 95
The bomb was found.
As Qiu Zeyao described, it looks like a poor metal box. It was made in such a short period of time. Obviously, it is difficult to take into account both viewing and practicality.
But it is very large, and it is estimated that there are at least 10 kilograms of explosives in the explosive box. Just putting it there, there is a sense of silent oppression.
The surroundings cleared away, and the camera streamed the footage to a screen in the conference room.
How could this kind of thing bypass everyone and quietly appear in the Metropolitan Police Department?
Matsumoto Kiyoshi's face was extremely ugly.
"The explosives disposal team is in place." The police officer at the scene asked for instructions.
"Don't touch it, get the X-ray machine."
The other party has already appeared in the Metropolitan Police Department. This bomb is definitely not as simple as it seems. And the stolen explosives are 20 kilograms, half of them are here, where is the other half?
"Very wise judgment." Qiu Zeyao said, "The production is in a hurry, it is inevitable that it is a bit crude, but its effect must be worthy of recognition."
"The sensor of the bomb can detect the vibration of 0.01 on the Richter scale, and random movement will trigger the internal device. The metal shell is specially made, and a thin layer of insulating rubber is sandwiched between the outer iron sheet and the inner aluminum foil. Any forcible removal could create an energized loop that could trigger the device."
"The screw presses the spring contact, as long as you turn it 1/4 turn, the spring stretches the contact, and the circuit is connected to trigger the device. But don't worry, it's just a timing device. By that time, you still have ten Five minutes to cut the electrical connections inside and stop the explosion."
"Even if it's the first contact, if it's a flat formation, count the time to destroy the shell... It can be done in less than ten minutes."
"However, then you'll never know where the second bomb is...until it explodes."
"The first, second bomb?" Similar to the previous exclamation, but the mood is very different.
The affirmed Matsuda Jinping didn't look very happy, he stood up, and the chair behind him slid with an unpleasant sound: "I'm going to the scene."
The curly-haired police officer gave his former colleague a very complicated glance. He slammed the door and left without saying a word. He could see his anger from his back, as if he didn't want to stay here for a second.
Qiu Zeyao tilted his head and said something that was both true and false: "It's a pity, in fact, I like you quite a bit, and I still do."
Shiratori Ren Saburo looked at the door three times in a second, gritted his teeth, turned and walked out of the conference room, quickly following up with Matsuda Jinping in front of him.
Matsumoto Kiyotaka ignored their unauthorized actions, and once again told him not to touch the bomb without an order, then glanced at the remaining three people standing diagonally behind him, "Aren't you going?"
Before the three of them spoke, Qiu Zeyao said first: "There are already enough people here, and the irrelevant people should leave as soon as possible."
There was a circle of people standing in the entire conference room. In addition to the door gods on the left and right closest to him, there were five others, mainly with explosion-proof shields, ready to control him when the bomb started on him.
It may be that his attitude of chasing people is too obvious, and the effect is counterproductive. Even Mu Mu Shisan, whose buttocks have been raised halfway, sits back again.
"Then stay and sit." Matsumoto Kiyosaka said, "Tell me about your conditions, where is the other bomb? Or do you want to wait until the last three seconds of the countdown before giving it?"
"It's too bad to use the same routine a second time."
Qiu Ze Yao opened his mouth with a smile.
Shiratori Ren Saburo chased Matsuda Jinhei all the way back to the office of Search Section 1, "Matsuda. Aren't you going to the scene? Sure enough, you already—"
"I'll come back and get the toolbox." Matsuda Jinping interrupted, raising the shoulder bag in his hand to give him a look, "You want to go too? As far as I know, you shouldn't have much research on bomb disposal. It’s better not to cause trouble in the past, and it’s better to leave it to an expert.”
"No, I mean, have you noticed it too?" Shiratori Ren Saburo gestured, "I tried to decode it with Morse code, but..."
There was an erratic mix of numbers, letters, and punctuation, and he couldn't figure out what it meant.
"There is no useful information at all? Of course, because he is playing tricks on you. Didn't you understand what that guy said just now? At this point, I still want to continue to believe him... I have to wonder if you have a crush on him. ."
"Don't stand in the way stupidly, get out of the way."
Shiratori Ren Saburo was pushed to a stagger by him, and reflexively reached out to grab his arm.
Although he was dodged, he grabbed the shoulder strap of the other party's shoulder bag, "What a joke, I will never believe it! There must be some conspiracy, Qiu Ze was forced!"
Matsuda Jinhei froze on his shoulder straps, his expression was extremely impatient, but he reluctantly held back: "What evidence do you have?"
Shiratori Ren Saburo widened his eyes and raised his voice higher, "I just know!"
Matsuda Jinhei:…
He made a cut, let go of the hand holding the shoulder strap, took a step forward when Shiratori Ren Saburo retreated due to inertia, and punched the face, which made the opponent's center of gravity completely unbalanced and fell to the ground.
Matsuda Jinping bent down and grabbed him by the collar, "Is that how you are a police officer? Because you don't even have a brain because of your feelings? You kind of guy give me a lesson in search as soon as possible."
Shiratori Ren Saburo moved his lips, "Hey...you really didn't hold back at all."
"Don't blame it all on me." Knowing that the fist is coming, wouldn't it be good to hide for a while?
"Your acting is a bit exaggerated."
"Each each other." Matsuda Jinping rolled his eyes, let go of his collar, and walked out of the office with a shoulder bag.
A figure flashed by at the corner of the corridor, his expression remained unchanged, and he walked straight to the direction of the stairs.
[What is the connection between the terrorist attack on the subway eleven years ago and the upcoming bombing? 】
[Is the prisoner Yu Dang making a comeback? Or an act of revenge from a former victim? 】
[Bombs were installed in the Metropolitan Police Department. Is this a vicious attack only aimed at the police? 】
【Quiet! 】
[There is no question-and-answer session at this press conference. Please obey the order and trust the police. 】
【…】
"Press conference? You came here specifically to show me a few policemen facing the camera... to apologize?"
"It's my new game, don't you think it's very interesting?" The well-dressed middle-aged man in a suit had a soft tone like a love language, he chuckled and held up the woman's soft hand and lowered his head, "Of course, I'll ask you out. It's not for this, then I can't do something that isn't fun."
The woman pulled her hand away when his lips were about to touch the skin, and her fingertips brushed lightly on the other's palm. Leaning on his side, his soft hair fell on his chest, "Really, I don't think so."
"Okay, it's my fault." The man raised his hands in surrender, with the same smile on his face.
Belmode's patience always runs out when it comes to this guy, if not...
"It took me three announcements to squeeze out the time, Caluya, don't waste our time with each other."
"It's not a waste, I feel that every second spent with you is worth it." Kaluya shrugged, "I can't refuse you, okay, just waste another ten minutes for me, After we watch this launch, you might like to watch the fireworks with me."
dong dong.
The door of the box opened from the outside, and the waiter wearing glasses said, "Excuse me, this is the Vermouth ordered by the two guests."
After obtaining the consent, the waiter steadily came to the table and placed the two wine glasses on the tray in front of them.
The press conference ended very quickly. Basically, not many people cared about the content. Eleven years ago was a very old thing for them. The audience cared about the same as the reporter asked before. What is the connection between the recent tense bombings? Is the culprit a remnant or an avenger?
There was also a bomb being planted in the Metropolitan Police Department. A group of people who had long been disliked by the Metropolitan Police Department suddenly jumped out and scolded them for wasting taxpayers' money. What a business, the attack 11 years ago was also used as an example by them.
However, the direction they focused on was that the police killed the prisoners and sacrificed the hostages, but the explosion still occurred, and then emphasized the incompetence of the police.
A large number of reporters gathered near the Metropolitan Police Department, and they did not know whether they came to obtain first-line intelligence or to film the explosion scene of the Metropolitan Police Department. In short, it was very chaotic.
Kaluya turned the computer to himself, tapped it a few times, and muttered softly, "It's really indifferent, someone is going to be sad."
If it was someone else, like Bourbon or something, Belmod could chat with him for a while, but Caluya... let it go, she just pretended to be deaf, her fingers circled around the mouth of the cup, and said: " It's time to speak up."
"Okay, let's talk about business." Kaluya took a sip of wine, closed the computer and pushed it aside, "I've always been very low-key, and I don't like to be noticed, and only one person knows that I'm going back to Japan. I can count it on my hand, and I didn't even tell my favorite Chris."
Indeed, this guy didn't know how long he had been in Japan, and Belmod only found out about it last week. She wasn't sure what the other party meant, and for a moment thought that her actions of secretly searching for the other party's traces had been exposed.
But this is impossible. In order to avoid this situation, she is careful not to be more cautious. Otherwise, how could she have caught this guy's tail for so many days with her ability?
Belmod said calmly: "What do you want to say?"
Karuya reached out to tick off her blond hair, circled her fingertips, and said warmly, "If Chris wants to see me, why should he secretly check my news? I've always been reluctant to reject you, you know it."
exposed...
Could it really be...
Belmod had the killing intent in an instant.
This guy Kaluya is really unpopular, but he has always been quick in his work, and he knows the current affairs.
Therefore, it is quite valued by Boss. In these years, he has been jumping around in the wind and rain, and he has also taken advantage of the big tree of the organization to enjoy the shade.
So if Belmod wants to kill him, it must be done secretly, and no one can link his death to her.
This is also the reason why she will go to see Mr. A. The ghosts who come and go, needless to say about business ability, the success rate is 100%, which is suitable for Belmod who can't tolerate mistakes, and as Kaluya himself said, he Very low-key, not many people know who he is, people are killed by ghosts, and the people responsible for cleaning up will not feel any difference between him and those who died before.
By the time Boss found out that his dog had not appeared for a long time, it was too late to send someone to check.
The original plan was very good, but now there is no way to expose it. Later, I was looking for a reasonable excuse to fool the past. It was found that it would be a little troublesome, but I couldn't care about it so much—
The impulsive killing intent dissipated before condensing, and Belmod quickly calmed down. Since the other party dared to be alone with him, he must have been prepared.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, and her expression showed no flaws. "Don't make such a flirtatious joke. If this is what you're talking about, then I understand what you mean."
Even if it is exposed, it is not a reason to admit it, and the superficial work that should be done is still to be done. Then give some benefits appropriately and expose this stubble...
When the door opened, Karuya's hand was on Belmod's face, and the expression of the person outside the door stiffened for a moment, then quickly entered the room and closed the door.
"It's surrounded here."
Belmod distanced himself from the other party, and asked while arranging his clothes, "The specific situation?"
"It was the police who blocked all entrances and exits, and all employees and the guests below were brought under control for the first time."
The black-haired waiter took off his glasses and put them in his pocket, saying his judgment, "They are coming for a specific person, I don't know who it is, but it is better to leave as soon as possible to be cautious."
