Grass, this is not right everyday

One of them was well dressed and looked like the "established detective" type of guy most people fantasize about.

"Little Bizai, you speak so bravely, it seems that you know how to roar?" Joke said and stuffed the big treasure in his hand into the detective's hand, "Seeing that you know the rules so well, I'll give you a big treasure."

The detective instinctively caught the thing stuffed into his hands, and opened his eyes reluctantly.

Grass is the bomb.

The detective was so startled that he almost dropped the bomb in his hand.Fortunately, the last trace of reason stopped him.

"Hey, that's too much." Jock kicked the detective who still didn't dare to look up, "Hold it carefully, this is the first gift I give you."

Jock let out a strange laugh, and the few people who laughed at the strange laughter shuddered.

"Then I have a few questions for you now." Jock took out a few more bombs from his bag and fiddled with them. "For the sake of your safety, you'd better answer me honestly."

Several people nodded hastily, but at first the detective focused on the bomb in his hand, sweating profusely, trembling all over, his face was pale, and he looked terrified.

"First of all, about your special investigation team." Joker patted the file on the table, "Which one of you is Kogoro?"

Everyone didn't answer at first, until Bu Dao and Lao Bei poked the backs of the heads of several people with guns, and one of them stretched out his hand tremblingly.

"I am--"

Before the man could finish speaking, Jock grabbed the monitor on the table and threw it at it.

"Just your fucking name is Kogoro?" Jock flew up and stepped on Kogoro's head again, "You're so fucking crazy."

Joker happily stepped on Kogoro Mori's head, trying to solve this troublesome detective once and for all, as long as the person died, it didn't matter what skills he had.

He danced blissfully on Kogoro's face and almost finished the song of Pure Land of Bliss before he left Kogoro's face contentedly.

"From now on, Moori Kogoro no longer exists." Joker happily wiped the brains on the soles of his shoes, "You learn a little bit, this Maori persecutes me all the time, and sooner or later he will be punished." Retribution, don’t you see that it will be fulfilled today?”

After finishing speaking, Jock sat on the chair, picked up the document and prepared to continue asking questions, but one of the detectives tentatively raised his hand like a primary school student.

"He, he's Kogoro Akechi. Detective Mori went to the concert today, but didn't come to the meeting."

Jock was taken aback, looked at the corpse whose brains had been trampled out by him, and scratched his scalp through the mask.

"Oh, then I'm sorry." Jock said to the puddle of brains on the ground, "Moori Kogoro didn't come today, so Kudo Shinichi should be here, right?"

"Kudou-kun hasn't arrived either, he has been missing for a long time."

"What about Detective White Horse?"

"The White Horse Detective chased Kidd to Europe..."

"... Hattori Heiji should be here, right?"

"His childhood sweetheart was hospitalized with a fever, and he has to take care of him so..."

After looking around, none of the detectives that Jock regarded as a threat arrived.

"Damn, so you detectives are really damned, you have no sense of social responsibility." Joker kicked the detective holding the bomb, and cursed again and again, "Isn't it better to catch a repeat criminal like me than to take care of him?" Are childhood sweethearts more valuable?"

Jock seemed to get angrier as he thought about it, and stopped asking questions, and walked back and forth with the bomb in his arms, yelling and cursing over and over again.

"It's just a childhood sweetheart, and it's not his mother! Anyway, sooner or later, a woman who will be taken away by other people's dick is doing so much. Why don't you do something more meaningful?"

Obviously, Jock wasn't angry because he wasn't arrested, and thought that today would be the last shot in the true sense.

"Damn it." Jock kicked the chair away and put down the bomb angrily, "You scum, I have to teach you what responsibility is."

As he spoke, Jock took out the bomb and a few simple devices from his bag.Needless to say, these things are all from Rep, and Jock distributes the bombs fairly to everyone and connects them with silk threads.

Distributed the bombs to the crowd, made them back to back, tied each other with silk thread, and put blindfolds on them.

"Then let me tell you the rules." Jock cleared his throat and said to everyone, "These silk threads are connected to each other. The trigger device, if any one of them moves too much, the bomb will go off. So all of you must keep No movement. Also, if the bomb is not disarmed within 10 minutes, this thing will explode."

The bombs were tied to everyone's hands. They couldn't pull off the blindfolds or disarm the bombs. Even if they moved too much, they would detonate the bombs, but they were tied in a circle and couldn't help each other.

I feel that the bomb in my hand weighs about a few kilograms. I don't know how much explosives are there, what kind of device it is, and how much time is left.

Although the weight of a few catties is not very heavy, it is still a bit of a burden for everyone who is not young to stay still for 10 minutes.

"Then, just keep it like this. Ciao~" Joker waved to several people, and simply left the floor.

Before the group of bastards reacted and died together, sneak away quickly.Quickly enter the safe passage.

"What should we do next, where are we going?" Old Bei asked behind Joker, "I'm afraid it's not enough to blow up the relevant personnel."

"Of course not enough." Jock replied immediately, "We are now going to the evidence storage room and destroying everything that is not good for us. If we have time, we'd better go to the archives and burn everything there."

71. Committing crimes against the wind ([-])

The evidence storage room is said to be a room, but the entire floor is actually the evidence storage room.

But they are not only responsible for the preservation of evidence, their responsibilities also include analysis and identification-yes, the identification department is also here with them.

On an ordinary day, many people in the evidence storage room were doing their work quietly, looking extremely dull.

This situation did not start today, it has been like this for a long time.

Since the police's face was swollen again and again, the morale of the police is getting lower and lower.

This is also something that can’t be helped, after all, no matter who it is, who is doing a respectable and decent job, one day they will suddenly start to be looked at with contempt and disdain. This kind of gap is enough to make most people feel pimples in their hearts.

I was discussing where I should go to relax after work, when suddenly someone broke in from the safe passage.

Three men, each armed with live ammunition.

The first time the three of them appeared, no one could tell what they were here for, and thought they were colleagues who had gone the wrong way, but this idea was quickly shattered by a gunshot.

"Stupid children, run!"

Jock laughed and shouted to the policemen.

What the robbers said brought back the senses of most of the policemen whose minds were still blank. They quickly found a nearby bunker, but unfortunately not all policemen were equipped with guns, and they couldn't find a way to fight back for a while.

But this situation changed quickly. There were a lot of firearms kept in the storage room. The weapons that were supposed to be used as evidence were taken out, loaded with bullets, and began to shoot passionately with the police.

"That makes sense." Jock smiled, shot Social Security in the head, and hid in the bunker symbolically.

Under Joker's signal, Du Dao and Lao Bei took out the already prepared Molotov cocktails and threw them into the crowd, and soon the flames shot up into the sky. I don't know what is in the storage room, but I think there are a lot of flammables.

Joke and his party seemed to be blocked on this floor, and it took a long time to eliminate several staff members of the identification department.

When police cars, fire trucks, and helicopters swarmed towards the police headquarters, there was already thick smoke coming out of about three floors.

"How is it?" Police officer Mu Mu quickly asked, "Where's the robber? Are they still inside?!"

"Yes! It is said that they are still blocked on the floor of the storage room. This time the information must be correct. Because the other party seems to be still yelling at the police officers."

Scold?

The policemen felt a burst of heat on their faces, and the blood instantly increased eight hundred times.

This is not a robber, this is more than the US military, at least the Americans only harass civilians, which is good, directly riding on the face of the police to shit.

And not just once!

"Okay. That being the case, some people enter from the roof by helicopter, and the rest start from the bottom and go up. Surround this group of people!"

The location of the storage room is approximately in the middle of the police headquarters, which means that it will take some time to reach the scene no matter which way is up or down.

And during this period, it can only be expected that the group of robbers will be trapped in the safekeeping room forever.

Such prayers apparently did not help, and they soon received bad news.

"What, bomb?!"

"Yes, it looks like a high bomb. If one explodes the entire floor, no one will survive."

"Tch...Arrange bomb disposal experts as soon as possible, don't stop, keep going!"

This is undoubtedly the correct decision. After all, commandos wearing body armor do not have the ability to dismantle bombs, nor do they have the professional skills to do so.

But the physically and mentally exhausted policemen and hostages who have been tossed by the bomb obviously don't think so.

They kept spitting and telling the commandos how easy it is to disassemble these bombs. Although the bombs are fixed in the hands, they are only used for binding. Just cut off the silk thread, and then all the bombs are picked up and put down at the same time, as long as the movement Be careful there is no danger at all.

But this kind of thing is not something that commandos can make decisions at all, and after asking their superiors for instructions, but not getting a definite answer, the commandos, as policemen, naturally obeyed orders.

"Are you idiots? My hands are almost out of control. Didn't you hear what I said?!"

"Please hold on, the bomb disposal experts will arrive soon."

"I've said it all, such a bomb doesn't need a bomb disposal expert at all. So many of you can disarm the bomb with a little help, why don't you understand!"

"Please calm down and don't move around. What you are telling us now will not help the matter at all."

"You... are you going to give up on us and continue to catch the robbers?"

"How could it be possible to give up, but we—"

"Nonsense! I was there when the policy was formulated, and I was talking about sacrificing half of the cannon fodder on the front line to catch the robbers!"

The anger on both sides is getting bigger and bigger. For the commandos, it is impossible to be happy when they hear that they are just cannon fodder, and they are going to sacrifice half to catch the robbers.

As for the detectives and policemen whose will and spirit have been greatly consumed by the countdown and bombs, their spirits have already begun to grow.

Blindfolded, I don't know where my companion's hand is, and I don't know how much time is left. All I can do is keep as still as possible, waiting for rescue who doesn't know if it will arrive.

But now that rescue has finally arrived, they can no longer think calmly, and just want to get out of here as soon as possible.

This kind of quarrel intensified, and even the police officer Mumu on the other end of the communication got involved, but this didn't make the scene much better. The stimulated police and detectives became more and more hysterical. Recently, they have also lost their minds more and more.

No matter how unwilling, the conflict finally broke out.

One of the detectives finally couldn't stand the atmosphere and kicked the commando, and the instinctive flash of the experienced commando caused the exhausted detective to crooked .

The bomb fell to the ground.

Everyone at the scene was breathless, and every second felt like a hundred years had passed.It took a while before they realized that the bomb did not explode.

"Huh...huh...didn't it explode?" The detectives lifted their blindfolds in disbelief and looked at the bomb under their feet.

Everyone present looked at each other, carefully tore off the silk thread, and put the bomb on the ground, but the bomb still did not explode.

"We are still alive!" Everyone embraced excitedly.

One of the policemen looked at the bomb in his hand angrily. He was actually deceived by such a thing?

"Such...garbage!"

He forcefully threw the bomb out of the window, and before the bomb was about to be caught by gravity and fell, the bomb that was thrown out of the window exploded suddenly, almost flying everyone present.

"Call other people's presents garbage, that's how your mother taught you to talk, plant?" Jock's voice came from the commando's walkie-talkie, "Also, no one really thought this bomb wouldn't go off No, no, no, no, no?"

72. Committing crimes against the wind ([-])

The voice of a stranger came from the radio that he carried with him. Although it was a processed voice, it could still be heard as belonging to a man.

Despite not introducing themselves, most of the officers realized who the voice belonged to.

"Are you a robber?!" Officer Meguro grabbed his radio and shouted, "What are you going to do!"

"Digging the lotus root. The first time I talked to the robber was not to ask him to surrender, but to ask him what he was doing. Miss, how many years have you been a policeman?" Joker choked without hesitation.

Officer Mu Mu's tone froze, and he didn't even have the heart to retort that he was ridiculed as a young lady.This was the first time the police had spoken to the robber, and Officer Mumu's nervous palms were covered with sweat.

How did the robbers sneak into this channel? Why did they do this? Could it be that they couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to negotiate?

Police officer Mu Mu settled down and continued to speak.

"Anyway, no matter what you want to do, disarm the bomb immediately, release the hostages, and then come out and surrender..."

"Would you like to bring you a cup of milk tea by the way. Add pearls, coconut nuts, and five spoonfuls of my shit?"

The robber's tone was full of disdain, which made Officer Mu Mu very embarrassed, and the eyes of the people around him were all strange.

"Speaking of now, I still don't know who you are." Jock asked suddenly.

"I'm Memu Shisan, who belongs to the Mihua Police Station, and I'm..."

"It doesn't matter who you are, I won't talk to miscellaneous fish, let your highest-ranking head come over."

"..."

In this way, police officers Mumu·Zaoyu·Thirteen could only explain the current situation to their superiors as soon as possible. The police officers in charge of this series of robberies heard that the leader of the other party might want to negotiate, and immediately came over.

Since Director Baima took the blame and resigned, the positions of Police Director and Chief of the Police Department have been vacant, and only a temporary deputy has taken care of it for the time being.

If the culprit of this series of cases can be caught, no matter who it is, it will immediately attract attention and gain huge influence.