CHAPTER XXXIII

"Haha, you're kidding."

Generally speaking, even if you are a newly graduated police officer, the teacher must be a senior in your thirties and forties, right?

The man in front of him is only twenty years old at best, probably when he hasn't graduated from college yet, or has just graduated from college. Saying that he can defuse bombs and is powerful enough to teach the police, is it too much to brag?

Well, it seems to be an overly conceited young man.

It's the kind of person who relies on his own talent, doesn't take anyone seriously, and hasn't experienced social beatings at all.

The purser didn't believe a word.

If it weren't for the news that "there was a bomb in the car" that deeply burned her heart, she was afraid that she would treat the mask man as a bear child and coax him to the seat and sit down obediently.

Kawashima Ezaki turned around, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant. With a somewhat depressed face, he walked straight in the direction of the dining car.

The detailed map of the Fukuchi Line has long been engraved in my mind.

At the current pace, it will take up to 40 minutes for the train to enter the city of Nara.

Kawashima Ezaki is not worried about his bomb disposal technology, he just wonders, why did the mysterious organization do this? Such a big spend, it won't be just to see if he has the ability to defuse the bomb, right?

Or did they find out that the identity of "Gan Quanyi" was fabricated, so they planned to dispose of him directly?

Kawashima Esaki had already walked to the vicinity of the food truck.

The purser followed him.

"Sir, please don't mess around, dangerous items must be handed over to professionals."

Kawashima Esaki turned a deaf ear.

At the bottom of the dining car, he found the bag of potato chips with the bomb hidden, and it was well hidden, but the location was very meaningful, as if they were deliberately found at this time period.

After all, at noon, the attendant will definitely tidy up the dining car.

No matter how tightly the bomb is hidden, as long as it is in the dining car, it will be 100% detected by the flight attendants.

Wouldn't the members of the organization who crossed the criminal syndicate make such a common-sense mistake?

Today's set meal served by the train is curry rice and chicken rice, Kawashima Ezaki squatted down in the aroma of the cold chain lunch box heated, turned on the mobile phone flashlight to check, the explosion / fried / object is composed of four bamboo tubes thick explosives, on which a mobile phone is strapped.

"It's a trigger bomb that removes the vibration motor from the phone, and connects the plus and minus wires to the detonator/tube. When the phone rings, the wires will be energized, detonating the thunder/tube. ”

"Not only can this thing be dismantled, but it is easy to dismantle."

Kawashima Ezaki couldn't help but wonder, the mysterious organization went to great lengths to test him with this kind of thing?

The purser stood beside the masked man, and his nervousness and fear disappeared a lot.

Presumably, he does seem a bit professional.

And when it comes to proper nouns, the purser can't help but think, could it be that she misunderstood this person? Did the other party learn about bomb gunpowder?

Although the speech is too inflated, as long as you have the ability and are not verbally speaking, the impression will be much better.

"Sir, it's better to wait for the results from the police to do it, and then you can do it......"

Before he finished speaking, the deputy commander hurried over with the flight attendant, and he had not hung up the phone with the police, and saw Kawashima Ezaki, who was sitting inside and defusing the bomb, and cold sweat was pouring out, "Hey! What are you doing?! ”

"Deputy Commander Duhe, what's wrong?" The person on the other side of the phone asked.

"Mr. Officer, a passenger is trying to defuse a bomb!"

A shout erupted on the phone: "Nonsense! How can such a thing be handed over to passengers? Stop him, stop the bombs! ”

"But," said the co-captain, looking at the young man, his face glazed.

"But he's already done dismantling it, and he's removed a cell phone from the bomb......"

The mobile phone on the bomb is a simple function that can only call and send messages to the elderly with a button.

Kawashima Esaki opened it and found that there was a message that had been edited very early.

It reads: "Welcome in advance, new member. ”

"You're probably wondering why I went to such a great deal to plant a bomb on the train, or such a simple bomb, it's an insult to your abilities."

"I'm sorry, but that's not what we intended."

"In order to prevent more rats from infiltrating the organization, we must put you on an audit. It just so happened that there was a person in the business seat of this train who was hindering our movements, and in order to get rid of him, and to test you, we organized a bomb under the water tank at the nose of this train, which would explode whenever the speed decreased. ”

"You don't need to worry about our talented new additions. The power of the bomb is limited, and our target is not your life, as long as you stay in the back few carriages, you will be safe and sound-"

"However, as an antisocial personality, you shouldn't endanger your own life in order to save people, right? (laughs)"

"By tonight, when you arrive at Osaka Station, you'll be one of our members."

"Good luck, genius."

That's the end of the information.

Kawashima Ezaki put the explosive tube with the lead removed into his chest bag, and confiscated the mobile phone that the mysterious organization contacted him, snatched the phone from the hand of the deputy commander, and said to the people inside.

"The train cannot be slowed down, and the prisoners have placed special bombs in the water tank that will explode as soon as they slow down."

"Who are you and how did you get this news? What about the deputy commander of Duhe? Before the leader of the explosive team finished speaking, the mobile phone was taken away, and his angry roar was clearly heard through the phone.

"Give me back the phone! Ichiro Tokita! The lives of 400 people on the Fuchi train are at stake, do you know how to defuse a bomb as a public security officer?! ”

Kawashima Esaki captures a familiar sound.

"According to the instructions, this case is now handed over to our Public Security Division 1 to be responsible, and the explosive department squad will perform auxiliary work."

In the next second, the man approached the microphone, and his steady and calm breathing passed through the electronic device to Kawashima's ears.

"Bunny, is that you?"

Kawashima replied, "Yes. ”

There was no time to greet them, and the lives of more than 400 people weighed on their shoulders like huge stones.

Tokita Ichiro didn't expect that the two would talk again, and it would be such a scene, but after all, he was a veteran policeman who had worked for nearly ten years, and even if he knew that Kawashima Ezaki was also on that train, he was still calm.

"Secret mission cancelled, report all you know immediately."

"Yes."

Kawashima Ezaki told him everything he knew.

Tokita Ichiro held his mobile phone in his hand, put on a jacket with a gun and bullets, and motioned to his subordinates to check on the so-called "people in the business seat who would hinder the organization's actions." Shida Ichiro had read the list of people who got on the bus before, and there were no political celebrities, but if I had to say it, there were a few businessmen and two small idols.

Could it be that a criminal organization refers to a wealthy businessman?

He walked to the parking lot and continued to say to Kawashima, "Let's gather the passengers in the back cars first. ”

Kawashima Esaki: "What if the bomb under the tank explodes when the train enters the city of Nara?" ”

"That's not something you should worry about, the people above are thinking about countermeasures, and the Nara side is already evacuating the crowd, and all the nearby police forces are mobilized there. Boy, use your brains and keep me alive! ”

"I know, I don't need you to remind me."

"If you knew...... Doodoo-"

The phone is interrupted.

Kawashima Ezaki looked at it, and it turned out to be out of power.

He threw his phone into the arms of the deputy commander, "to recharge, to keep in touch with the police, and by the way to find an excuse to let the passengers gather in the back cars." ”

The co-commander was a little embarrassed.

As soon as he came, he yelled at Kawashima Ezaki, but his identity seemed to be unusual, "What about you?" ”

Kawashima Ezaki raised his eyes to look at him, and his icy gaze seemed to be able to see into the bottom of people's hearts.

He pulled out a new mask from his pocket, and while casually tying up the half-length wolf tail scattered at the back, he said, "I'll go to the front and have a look." ”

At this time, neither the police, nor the train staff, nor Kawashima Ezaki wanted the passengers on the Fukuchi train to know that there was a bomb on the train, because it would cause panic among the people and seriously affect their movements.

But that's where the horror of the organization lies.

They deliberately made the people on the train confused, except for the "Ganquanyi" who got his mobile phone after defusing the bomb, no one knew where it was safe on the train and where it was dangerous.

They watched the drama and enjoyed the scene of innocent people scurrying around like frightened mice because of their actions.

"Bomb!"

"A bomb suddenly fell from the luggage rack of car four!"

"Help! I don't want to die here! ”

"Parking, can you park! I want to get off. ”

Fear will pass, it will ferment, it will grow stronger and stronger like a plague.

In the shadow of the Death Scythe, it is almost impossible to keep everyone calm.

Fortunately, the purser handled it in a timely manner.

"Please don't push, passengers sitting in cars 1-7 should come to cars 8-12 in turn, adults take care of their children, and don't have a stampede. This is a bomb used in an exhibition, it is not powerful, it will not have serious consequences, and there are already professionals to deal with it. ”

"Repeat, passengers sitting in cars 1-7 ......"

Everyone scrambled to run behind the car, and the young man in the long-sleeved black T and cargo pants seemed to be a freak, and he actually went against the crowd.

At this moment, a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old, gangster-dressed yellow hair felt that Kawashima Ezaki was blocking the road, so he bared his mouth and punched Kawashima Ezaki's face, "Waste! Get out of here! ”

There is really no shortage of such scum at any time.

Kawashima Ezaki turned his face slightly, and the bowl-sized fist swept past his ear, and the wind blew the broken hair in the young man's ear.

"Ahh There's no time to entangle with the scum right now. ”

The man in the mask raised a pair of gloomy eyes, probably really annoyed, the black under his eyes became darker, and grabbed the gangster's arm, "I want to tie you to the front of the car and turn you into beautiful fireworks with the bomb, is it okay?" ”

He's asking very sincerely.

The yellow-haired gangster didn't know how he could be intimidated by the man with a small body and a mask, and he screamed out of tune, and ran backwards with a stream of urine and a roll.

The system couldn't hold back and came up.

"It's still too hard to crammed into four cars in one car. Do you want to take care of it? Ten minutes had passed, and in about half an hour, the train would enter the city, and the damage caused by the explosion would be too great. ”

"Even if it's just a derailment, it's enough for these people to drink a pot, at least death and injury are inevitable."

The system continued, "I said, you actually have something to think of, right? ”

He still remembered that after reading the message left by the black-clad organization, Kawashima put the explosives in his chest bag along with his mobile phone.

"Nope."

"I can't help it."

Kawashima Ezaki didn't realize that his beautiful crow-colored eyes were showing a little hesitation.

"I said that I can't be a policeman, and the time for pretending to be a policeman is long, and even I am about to become a desperate fool for the safety of others."

But, sure enough.

Or is your own life more important?

He has already died once, and the second life, and has not achieved anything, has not yet received anything, is it going to end in such a ridiculous way?

No. It doesn't have to be dead.

If you're lucky—

Kawashima stood in the empty carriage, his lifeless eyes beneath his long eyelashes.

Through the glass windows.

He saw vast fields and blue skies.

The Fukuchi Line was perfectly presented in the brain, and Kawashima knew that the train would pass through a large lake before entering the city.

"Brother?"

The boy's voice interrupted Kawashima's thoughts.

Looking down, a boy with a cut on the corner of his mouth was crawling out of his seat, the latter was strong and looked very idea-oriented, grabbed Kawashima Ezaki's clothes and asked, "Brother, have you seen my mother?" ”

"She was wearing a white dress and her hair was so long. We were just broken up by the crowd, and my mother couldn't find me, so I must be very worried. ”

Kawashima Ezaki pointed to the back, "It's time to follow the crowd over there." ”

"Okay, thank you, brother."

The little boy pulled the strap of his bag and passed through Kawashima Ezaki's side.

The young man's lowered eyebrows swept over the frog schoolbag behind him, on which was a sticker with three crooked pencil words written on it.

"Xiao Zaobo."

Somewhat familiar.

The system exclaimed: "He's the son of the taxi driver!" You gave more fare, and I wish them the family that can realize their trip to the Osaka castle tower soon! ”：，，