pdf-ebookys Chapter 297 The Overconfident Police Officer
Chapter 297 The Overconfident Police Officer
On the big screen, the zither and lute played, and two long-braided figures wearing straw hats twirled and jumped in the air, chanting incantations.
Fanze Zhenren covered his ears, trying his best not to look at this blasphemous work, and sighed to the person beside him:
"That's so relaxing! I wish I could feel as relaxed as you!"
"Well, there's nothing I can do about it~" Kuromon Haruya tossed a piece of popcorn he'd somehow acquired into his mouth, his words muffled: "After all, I'm the kind of person who won't speed up until a crisis is imminent."
Speaking of which, Rum, that hasty fellow, had mentioned this issue a few times before. However, after getting used to his pace, he didn't say much more. After all, their perspectives on the future were quite different, one focused on the distant future and the other on the near future, which complemented each other perfectly.
Especially when you're too lazy to use your brain in daily life.
"I can't show my face in public lately; my main task is to protect you and your wife, who are both lame. The remaining thugs are more than enough for those two."
With his hands behind his head, Yoruichi Kuromon leaned back in his chair, shaking his fingers with an air of nonchalance.
This aura...it feels so familiar. Hanze rubbed his philtrum, lost in thought: I must have seen it somewhere before, shortly before I came to Beika Town...
"Ah! I remembered it!"
"You look exactly like that old man next door who leisurely drinks tea on his balcony until his child sets the kitchen on fire!"
"Cough! Cough-cough-cough!"
The outburst caused him to cough violently, and Kuromon Haruya sat up straight, clutching his chest.
He's just giving himself a reasonable vacation! What kind of boss, after semi-retirement, would still need to use an undercover, retirement-like identity to help clean up messes?
"Isn't this a serious offense? Besides, I'm still so young, a vibrant 26 years old."
boom--
No sooner had the words left his mouth than an explosion, not too far away, shook his ears, and the ground and the seats trembled!
"Oh!" Aunt Fanze instinctively hugged her son, her lips forming a "W" shape, and anxiously called out towards the door, "Mr. Heimen, lie down quickly too, it will be terrible if the ceiling falls down!"
Fanze Zhenren struggled to lift his head: "Mom, this bomb isn't very powerful, don't worry!" Having been through the baptism of Gin's explosive command, basically every member of the action department could tell the strength of a bomb.
"You're not a professional. Beika Town is so dangerous. How can I feel at ease if you don't have any awareness of safety precautions?"
Although she closed her eyes in fright, she still angrily pushed Fanze back down.
After a moment of silent staring, Kuromon Haruya quietly rose, muttering in a surrender-like tone, "There's nothing I can do, it just happens to be a family drama that I can't stand..."
With his fingertips kneading the joints, Kuromon Haruya gently released the pressure and pulled the trembling hand into his palm.
In the dim and unsettling space, the devout white knight knelt on one knee, his warm palm gently cupping his right hand, a reassuring warmth emanating from their skin.
"Don't worry, madam. Please allow me to subdue these rude people in your name."
"B-but..."
"Shh-"
A slender index finger touched the center of a smile, and a gentle breeze blew through the night, causing a police badge to flip between the fingers:
"Now please call me Officer Kuromon."
Before Aunt Fanze could react, he took a step back, and after receiving a look from Fanze assuring him that he would take care of himself, he turned and disappeared into the shimmering light and shadow of the viewing room.
......
"Bourbon, I heard an explosion over there?"
"It's okay, everything is normal."
Casually fastening the childlike crow brooch on his collar, Amuro Tooru dragged the unconscious thug from the rubble, clutching his throbbing abdomen, and smiled bitterly to himself:
Allowing one's body to be affected by emotions is a serious breach of professional conduct, whether for a police officer or a member of a code name.
His terrible emotions had almost turned his head into a complete mess, and his internal organs, still reeling from the aftershocks, felt a lingering numbness. Amuro Tooru recalled his earlier mistake, and a shadow immediately fell over his already dim pupils.
Attack, knock out, subdue – these should have been a seamless sequence of actions, but the location of the attack inexplicably shifted, causing the panicked assailant to accidentally press the detonator.
Fortunately, the entire bomb-wielding group consisted of only five people. The other four had been subdued, and the remaining member's switch only controlled this one bomb; otherwise...
Amuro Tooru couldn't imagine the scene of so many innocent people being killed because of his operational errors.
He walked to the elevator door on the platform and shouted to the trapped tourists inside: "The criminal has been subdued, you can come out now!"
From the lower part of the door came a girl's trembling sob: "No! The elevator dropped a bit when it exploded, and now all the switches are malfunctioning!"
Did the explosion cause a violent shock, thus triggering the speed limiter's locking mechanism?
"It's nothing serious, it just triggered the shutdown system." Amuro Tooru's breathing became heavier and heavier. He held onto the door frame with one hand, his voice hoarse. "Don't move around or try to pry open the elevator doors. I'll check the position of the elevator car from the outside first."
The pen pried open the gap, and Amuro Tooru struggled to grip both sides tightly, using all his strength to pry open the heavy door—
Squeak, squeak.
Amidst the grating, twisting sound of metal, the girl's sobs came from below. Looking down, the carriage was wedged just one floor below, swaying slightly. In the darkness, a blocky object on the ceiling, flashing red light, stood out starkly!
This is a bomb that was planted in advance!
So that's why the assailant was wearing an electrician's uniform!
Amuro Tooru gritted his teeth and subconsciously leaned forward, trying to determine the specific type of bomb—just as a wave of dizziness suddenly swept over him.
A gust of cold wind swept in from the bottom of the elevator shaft, cupping his face and pulling his consciousness away from his limp body. The familiar smell of engine oil lingered in the air. At the edge of the elevator, his arm went limp and slipped. The flashing red light blurred into two dots in his vision, gradually approaching him.
Two bombs? Or just one?
Will it be the two that take away Ogiwara and Matsuda, or... will it be me?
One hand grabbed his shoulder and slammed him roughly to the floor!
“At times like this, I actually hope you’re the kind of person who’s only thinking about yourself.”
Amuro Tooru's forehead hit the ground and instantly turned red. He woke up with a start, realizing that he had almost fallen into the elevator shaft. He was covered in cold sweat from the lingering fear: "Kuromon Haruya, what are you doing here?"
"If I, as the consulting police officer, don't come, am I supposed to let some overconfident, well-meaning but ill civilian defuse the bomb?"
Rolling his eyes in a foul tone, Kuromon Haruya grabbed him by the collar and pressed the back of his hand against the red spot on his forehead with an irresistible force, causing Amuro Tooru to gasp in pain.
The burning heat pressed against the back of his hand, and Kuromon Haruya retaliated by pinching Bourbon's dark, rosy cheeks, checking him one by one. Pupils showed signs of involuntary dilation; body temperature and skin surface temperature were estimated to be high fever; limbs were weak; and consciousness was impaired.
"Idiot, how many times have I told you not to push yourself? Do you even know you have a high fever?!"
The sharp rebuke, accompanied by a trilled lip, was a stark contrast to his usual gentle demeanor. Amuro Tooru couldn't help but think that if the children at Teitan Elementary School knew he was putting on such a show, they would be utterly astonished.
But it was precisely this undisguised annoyance that made Amuro Tooru feel more at ease than any feigned concern...