The gangster's declaration caused panic in the entire disco, and many people ignored the gangsters in front of them, trying to rush out of this devil's den that could die at any time.

But just as they approached the gate, there was a sudden explosion.

The hot wind rolled up the gravel and dust, and the fire and turbid smoke stimulated people's eyes, separating this road from the boundary between life and death.

The person running in front received the strongest impact, and was knocked back violently, fell to the ground, rolled and moaned.

It was a set of small bombs mounted near the door that ignited.

"What are you doing! Stop!"

The police outside the door raised their guns at the man because of this change.

Facing the many black gun muzzles, the man didn't care. Instead, he turned his back and announced loudly to the panicked crowd in the disco: "If anyone runs out again, I will detonate all the bombs immediately! If the police officers try to The same goes for breaking in."

Amidst the sobs, the gangster smiled triumphantly: "I can definitely ignite the bomb now, but I think it is very interesting to see the police officers distressed, and I don't mind having some fun for myself before I die."

"So!" he exclaimed, holding up a finger, "I've decided to give you another hour."

"In this hour, you can make a decision to save most people. It's just that the moment you make a decision, this little girl will be killed immediately."

"If the officers are not willing to be the executioner who dropped the guillotine, then everyone will be on the road together in an hour."

Although Bourbon and Scotland sat on the inner side away from the crowd, they were aware of the disturbance in the disco the first time.

The two people who were extremely vigilant immediately tightened their bodies.

"It turned out to be like this..."

Bourbon gritted his teeth in a low voice.

There are people who despise their own lives and the lives of others so much, and regard this precious fate that cannot be repeated as a game that can be easily gambled at any time, and create terrorist attacks that endanger ordinary people in this land of cherry blossoms .

This is beyond the tolerance of him and his friends as a policeman.

but……

He also clearly remembered his identity at the moment.

Now he is not the Japanese police officer Jiangya Ling who can appear in front of the public openly, perform his duties, and punish criminals.

It's Bourbon who walks in the dark and exists as a member of a large multinational criminal group.

This also meant that he could not stand up in such a situation.

"Calm down..." Scotland unknowingly stood one step behind Bo himself.

At an angle that would not attract the attention of others, his hand lightly patted Bourbon's clenched fist.

The palm of the blond-haired, black-skinned young man had already had deep fingernail marks.

"Trust them."

Trust our colleagues.

Believe in those who have the same belief and will as us, who have sworn under the cherry blossoms.

The bandits who took the hostages did not notice the sharp knife-like gazes behind them at this moment, but began to patrol their hunting grounds contentedly, looking at the helpless prey trembling.

He very, very much enjoyed the feeling of being watched and feared by others.

But in a hidden corner not far from him, there was a long-haired man who was out of place with the surrounding people who were about to shrink into quails.

The man even leaned on the sofa with his arms folded and his legs crossed, as if he had nothing to do with him.

Gin, who was born in a chaotic city, has no hope for the police outside.

In Yokohama, the police have been absent for a long time and basically have no sense of presence.

He didn't think that the large circle of people surrounding this place had the ability to crack the current situation.

But Gin didn't have the idea of ​​personally coming forward to solve the problem.

He is not a messenger of justice.

What he needs to consider is not how to resolve the hostage crisis.It's how to get away without attracting the attention of the police.

The policy of the organization is secrecy.

BOSS does not want this behemoth to be exposed to the eyes of the world.Then, as the most loyal member of the organization on the surface, Gin Jiu, who has an extremely distinctive personality, will naturally avoid showing his specialness in front of the police, and give him a great sense of presence.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be stuck here wasting time.

When Gin Jiu had nothing to do and started to let go of his thoughts, his raised toes were hit by someone.

It's a bandit who walks backwards.

A shoe print appeared on the delicate part behind the man.

The gangster, immersed in a world of self-satisfaction, was taken aback by the bump.

He turned his head abruptly, and met a pair of unwavering eyes.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you!"

The bandit jumped excitedly.

He was originally enjoying this twisted pleasure of conquest, but was awakened by the fearless eyes behind him.

He doesn't really care if someone is fearless.Those people are often righteous and fearless people. If they can arouse the anger in such people, he will also feel a sense of accomplishment.

But there was no emotion directed at him in the eyes of the man in front of him.

There was no fear, no anger, as if nothing was happening in the area in which he was sitting.If I had to say anything, I would only have the impatience of being delayed.

Total disregard for everything I did.

"You... are you looking down on me?"

In the eyes of the gangsters, this man with long blond hair gradually overlapped with those who had ignored, despised, and laughed at him.

He lost his mind in an instant, he didn't even care about the girl who was being held hostage in his hand, and he stabbed at the person in front of him with a sharp knife.

In the next breath, his wrist was held by a cold hand, and then twisted into an angle that was impossible to achieve normally.

When the dagger fell to the ground with a clatter, he felt severe pain belatedly.

Before he could subconsciously cover his wound, someone from behind jumped up and twisted his remaining arm behind his back, and his whole body was also heavily crushed to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.

And the remote control of the bomb was taken out of his pocket by another young man just before he was hit to the ground.

Gin Jiu didn't look at the clown who had just staged a farce on the ground, but just glanced at the two people behind him who helped restrain the gangster, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Before the police reacted and rushed into the hall, his figure disappeared completely, leaving no trace behind.

When the prisoner lost his mind, Bourbon and Scotland had almost moved to the center of the hall.

There is enough for people to see clearly the target of the gangster's anger.

The moment that poor ordinary citizen came into sight, they felt as if someone had poured cold water on them from the top of their head to the soles of their feet, and even their thinking froze for a moment.

Why is gin here?

When did he come?

Did he notice himself and Bourbon/Scotland?

When the two were quickly thinking about the solution, Gin glanced in their direction.

It was this glance that put them at ease for the time being—Gin had indeed spotted them, but he didn't suspect that this was a connection between undercover agents, but treated it as a normal meeting among members of the organization.

The reason for Gin to signal to them at this moment is also very simple, and it is not difficult to guess with his style.

It's nothing more than the fact that this boss has no interest in cooking the small miscellaneous fish himself, and he doesn't even bother to make an extra move.

But the gangster was stunned, and wanted to hit the immovable wall with all his heart.So he was grabbed by the wrist and thrown directly into the hands of his accomplices.

And this wall doesn't even care about the other party's fate.

From the result alone, it can be regarded as fulfilling the wishes of the two of them.

Bourbon looked at the villain who was pinned down by him and couldn't move, thinking with complicated emotions.

The movement in the hall was quickly captured by the police.First, the criminal police rushed in one after another, took over the gangsters, controlled the whole situation, and began to evacuate the crowd in an orderly manner.

"Thanks to you this time, no more casualties were caused. On behalf of the first search section, I would like to thank the two enthusiastic citizens for their brave actions."

"Next, please go to the Metropolitan Police Department to make a record. Afterwards, I will apply for commendation and rewards for you."

A fat police officer walked up to Bourbon and Scotland with a sincere and eager expression.

The two looked at each other, and said with a smile: "Of course there is no problem with taking notes, so the commendation and rewards will be waived. We don't want to be in the limelight, and we didn't do it for rewards."

It is not uncommon for people who are low-key and don't want to praise people who affect their normal life. Officer Megure readily expressed that he would respect their wishes.

"However, I heard that another gentleman who was equally enthusiastic made the first move, but we can't find him now. I don't know if the two know each other?"

Enthusiasm is the word that goes with gin...

Bourbon tried hard to suppress the corners of his twitching mouth, and responded decisively: "No, I don't know."

"Perhaps that gentleman wants to do good deeds without leaving his name." Scotland replied with a smile.

"oh, I see……"

Officer Mu Mu blinked his round eyes.

As early as the confrontation between the two parties, people from the explosive/explosive/object disposal squad of the mobile unit of the security department also rushed to the scene.

As soon as the situation stabilized, they entered the hall with the bomb one after another.

The curly-haired young man in protective clothing walking in the front looked around casually, habitually imprinting the scene environment in his mind first.

But his eyes froze in a certain direction.

He saw two familiar faces he hadn't seen for a long time.

At this moment, the two men also came close.

Obviously, they also recognized themselves.

Before he could say or do anything, the black-haired young man among the two turned his head to look at the blond black-skinned man beside him: "Amuro, I'll take you back later."

"Okay..." The blond man nodded.

Neither of them looked this way again.

Some kind of tacit understanding made the curly-haired youth swallow what he wanted to say, and looked away.

Because of the preparations for the bomb disposal operation, all the lights were turned on, and the hall was brightly lit.Colleagues from the EOD class were standing in a corner waving.

He hid the complicated emotions in his eyes and strode forward.

That is his battlefield.

Even though those two people passed by him, their figures were engulfed by the darkness of night.

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