MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 101 Code Seventeen 6

"According to the latest news from the Special Response Force, Officer Xinhai is currently alone and trapped on a cruise ship with a large number of bombs."

The police car quickly drove out of the Metropolitan Police Department and merged into the traffic.

The fireworks display in Odaiba Park caused an unusually large number of cars along the way, and police cars equipped with signal lights galloped all the way in the special lane. Matsuda, who had not been able to sleep well since Shinkai accepted this assignment, sat in the back seat, his fingers tightly clenching the toolbox in his hand.

The Yamamura police officer in the co-pilot's seat is still in contact with the new sea and air's adjutant, and the voice on the other end of the phone even has some crying.

“…We were deceived by that group of people, there was no one trading on the cruise, the bow was full of bombs. The man communicated with us through the loudspeaker, not sure if there was a sound transmission or a relay image device on the cruise ."

If you can't be sure whether there are monitors or listeners on the cruise, there is no way to get on the ship to defuse the bomb.

Once the opponent is provoked, the opponent will directly detonate the bomb.

"Which channel is Xin Haikong's headset connected to, hurry up and tell me!" Matsuda grabbed the phone and put it to his ear and asked.

"Yes, it's channel 107. But you must be within 300 meters of the Xinhai police officer to receive the signal..."

Matsuda lowered his head and adjusted the channel of his headset, while continuing to keep talking with Yamamotono.

"Of course I know that. Tell all your impressions of the bomb you can see."

"I remember there were more than a dozen black suitcases, and the police officer who was in charge of the search only opened one of them, and there was a bomb inside, and the other boxes should also be full of bombs. I can't recall the specific ... more details. "

Matsuda relied on a few words to speculate on the situation on the ship, and his anger continued to surge. He was eager to question why Xin Haikong got himself into this situation again, but he didn't meet for a while.

Will this tragic heroism really be the decision made by this guy himself, for the safety of all the police officers, to suffer the end of being killed by a bomb alone?

He really couldn't believe that the Xin Haikong he knew was such a person who was sitting still.

But this guy actually did it!

Matsuda gritted his teeth and stared at the steady stream of traffic outside the car. At this point, the bridge is still so congested, can he really arrive in time?

The time automatically displayed on the car navigation - 11:31.

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If the bomb on board is real, he must act immediately.

When discussing the plan with the juniors before, he said that the bombs would be replaced by flash bombs. The juniors still on the boat didn't even know that the bombs were replaced by real people, so it was impossible for the juniors to think that he still needed to save himself.

Toru Amuro frowned and looked at the cruise ship in the distance. They have driven a great distance.

He also has no way to notify the juniors through the headset.

It would be too conspicuous to call Xin Haikong directly. In fact, at this point in time, any call he made was very conspicuous.

These people on the boat were originally assigned by him in order to drag down Rum's manpower. Rum's manpower was mostly used by him to transport weapons, and the rest was also brought to his side.

The original strategy to weaken Rum turned into his shackles.

He had to find a way to inform Xin Haikong.

"Mr. Anshi, why didn't you speak? Is it inconvenient?" Conan's worried voice came from the other end of the phone that had not been hung up.

Amuro hesitated for a moment.

He really needs to inform Xin Haikong, and the sooner the better, the public security may not be able to do it the fastest, the more attempts, the more chances for the younger generation to survive.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I need you to do something for me."

Toru Amuro glanced sideways at the short-haired young man who was still laughing at the police. He held the phone and walked silently to the stern, surrounded the microphone with his hands, and said angrily, "Find a 'friend' like Takagi, please. Pass it on to your best friend, it's not fake."

Conan on the other end of the phone was slightly stunned.

Friends like Takagi, the police? Friends are equal to the police, so the best friend refers to the police officer of Xinhai? Let the police convey to the Xinhai police officer that "it's not fake", what's not fake?

"Please convey the words 'not fake' to the police officer I know to Xinhai police officer, right?"

Amuro let out a sigh of relief.

"I understand." Conan hung up the phone firmly and dialed 110 immediately.

Amuro hung up the phone and silently adjusted the headset. He stood at the stern, looked up at the lights in front of him, and said with emotion: "If I knew the weather was so good tonight, I wouldn't have booked a hotel. In fact, you can also enjoy the beautiful scenery from the Ferris wheel. If the guy is still there That's fine, I really really really want to talk to him."

At the same time, in the surveillance room of the Elton Hotel.

Kazami Yu didn't consciously frown. He hesitated for a moment, but picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered, "The people in the hotel are not the target. All members immediately headed to the Ferris wheel on the East Island of Odaiba Park. The target was already on the Ferris wheel. Apart from the location change, everything is going as planned."

"Also... find a way to convey it to the new sea and air police, uh, convey 'really, really, really'."

boat.

The short-haired young man put down the walkie-talkie, glanced suspiciously at Amuro, who was standing at the stern talking to himself, and averted his gaze indifferently. Continue to watch the surveillance video in hand.

They started to arrange the cruise a long time in advance, and naturally made perfect preparations. They installed three monitors in different directions on the mast facing the bow, plus a bug.

In the video, the well-known police officer was sitting on the cold deck with his head lowered, his black hair dangling slightly damp by the wet sea breeze. His left hand was handcuffed in a dark chain, which was fastened to the mast.

Amuro walked in slowly, and when he saw the black-haired young man in the video, his pupils shrank a little unconsciously. Fortunately, he quickly reacted, pretending to be unable to open his eyes due to the wind, and blinked forcefully.

"What are you doing here?" The short-haired youth took two steps back, frowning at Amuro Toru.

Of course he came over to inquire about the information. Under normal circumstances, the bomb's signal will have a control range, unless the other party is loaded with a detonator using satellite communication technology. He had to check whether the manual detonator would still work.

The blond young man smiled. "You are really funny. There are obviously two ways to detonate the bomb: timed detonation and manual detonation, but you have to say that there is only one way to detonate it manually."

"If you don't say that, how can you trick that guy to take the initiative to put the handcuffs on his own hands? If it wasn't for Mr. Rum who definitely wanted to wait until midnight to enjoy the policeman's death under the fireworks, I would have detonated the bomb long ago. Let this cop go to heaven now."

"By the way, have you handed the detonator of the bomb to Mr. Rum? We can't keep this thing in our hands, it's more appropriate to give it to Mr. In case he wants to end the policeman's life early or something."

"I want to give it, but the control range of this detonator is limited. It seems that the bomb cannot be controlled at most five or six hundred meters away."

Five or six hundred meters, but now it is only three hundred meters, and the bomb can still be controlled. But at least Rum can't manually detonate the bomb right now. As long as the arrest of Rum over there is temporarily delayed, it will not irritate the people here, and it can delay some of the time for the younger generation to escape.

Amuro Toru looked at the detonator tightly held in his hand by the short-haired youth, frowning slightly. He can't grab it hard now. Once he grabs it hard, the opponent is likely to detonate directly.

His gaze returned to the black-haired youth sitting on the ground in the surveillance video.

The handcuffs are not completely unsolvable. In order to prevent this extremely dangerous situation from happening, he actually left a hand in advance and told Xin Haikong how to solve the handcuffs. But it takes about three to five minutes to untie the handcuffs.

The younger generation still thinks the bomb is a fake, and it is estimated that they have never tried to untie the handcuffs. If he communicated through the walkie-talkie connected to the speaker on the cruise, the guy next to him would detonate the bomb directly, and the time would be too late.

With so many people on board, it was impossible for him to completely suppress them for such a long time.

We have to wait until the public security or Conan transmit the news to Xin Haikong in time, and let Xin Haikong start to lift the handcuffs in advance. When the time is right, he will temporarily stop the guy with the detonator in his hand, and the two sides will cooperate. Let Xin Haikong jump off the boat in time to escape.

But the question is, is there still time?

The time is marked in the upper right corner of the surveillance video—11:40.

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Conan held the phone in his hand and walked in a hurry. The 110 line was busy tonight, and he was really anxious.

"Hello?"

The phone in his hand was finally connected, and Conan approached excitedly and said, "Can you help me transfer it to Officer Takagi from Search Section 1?"

"I'm sorry, Officer Takagi is on a field trip, and there is no way to transfer it for the time being."

"Then..." Conan quickly searched for names in his mind, and suddenly thought of a friend of Police Officer Xinhai. "What about Officer Matsuda?"

"sorry-"

"It's not me, it's Xin Haikong! It's the Xinhai police officer who is looking for Matsuda."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by the voice of transferring the call.

"Hello?" A somewhat impatient male voice came from across the phone.

"Officer Matsuda! Mr. Amuro asked me to ask you to help convey something. Please say 'really, really, really' to Officer Shinkai."

"Really, really?...Is the bomb real?"

The voice on the other side was puzzled at first, and then instantly became gnashing of teeth.

The bomb is real!

Has Officer Xinhai encountered a bomb?

In the woods behind Conan, a figure hurried past.

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on the cruise.

The black-haired youth sat on the ground, his head drooping weakly.

Time passed by, but he still did not move.

Xin Haikong knows too well where the monitoring alignment is.

The handcuffs had already been released in advance by him using the blind spot of surveillance. These bombs behind him are specially made bombs by the organization. He has used them several times and is an old acquaintance. The moment he saw the bomb, he realized that Amuro had been deceived, but that didn't prevent him from pretending that nothing happened and staying on the boat obediently. Anyway, as long as he jumped off the boat in time, he was sure to escape on his own.

The headset was thrown into the grass by him when he got on the boat. Not for anything else, just to not receive reminders from anyone in the future.

At this moment, he is an innocent policeman who is surrounded by real bombs but knows nothing.

Only by forcing himself into such a situation, can Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was hiding in the dark, come out to save him. In this way, the figure of Zhu Fu Jingguang will inevitably appear in the theatrical version.

As long as it arouses the suspicion of those guys on the forum, he can trigger the plot node and go back to the past layout.

Ten minutes to go.

The figure of Zhu Fu Jingguang did appear in the trailer of the theatrical version, and his layout could not go wrong.

Xin Haikong silently counted down in his heart.

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"It's safer for you to put that thing on the table. The time is almost up. I'm really afraid that you accidentally touch it and disturb Mr. Rum's interest."

Amuro Toru pointedly pointed at the detonator in the short-haired youth's hand. The latter heard the words, nodded thoughtfully, reached out and put the detonator on the table.

call-

Amuro let out a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the monitor with the corner of his eye, and the black-haired youth inside remained motionless.

What's going on, haven't the juniors received the information yet?

He reached out a little anxiously and clicked on the headset, and a reply came from the opposite side.

"We have already relayed that passage on channel 107. Perhaps due to surveillance reasons, the Xinhai police officer has not responded."

Since it has been relayed, how come there is no response?

The younger generation will not understand his hints!

Could it be that the younger generation had already loosened the handcuffs by himself when he was not paying attention?

Amuro Toru's eyes fell on the surveillance video again.

The situation inside seemed to be normal, the black-haired young man was sitting on the ground, his face was extremely pale...

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Where's his headset?

In the surveillance video, the black-haired youth is pale, and the black hair transitions directly to pale skin, without the slightest link in the middle.

Oops! Why is Xin Haikong's headset not on his body, so he can't receive everyone's information!

Then doesn't he know that the bomb is real? It was too late, he had to inform Xin Haikong with the walkie-talkie.

Amuro Toru was about to reach out to **** the walkie-talkie and detonator on the table when a blond-haired figure suddenly appeared in the surveillance video.

"Damn! Who is this guy? He shouldn't interfere with us." The short-haired young man scolded and turned around to take the detonator.

"you-"

Before the guy could react, Amuro picked up the walkie-talkie and jumped into the sea, shouting loudly as he jumped, "Run! The bomb is real!"

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A second before the horn sounded, footsteps sounded first.

Xin Haikong breathed a sigh of relief.

A familiar blond figure came out from the back of the deck, accompanied by the damp sea breeze and the chill of early winter. He looked anxious, his sky blue eyes looked at the black-haired young man sitting on the ground, he immediately reached out his hand and pulled Xin Haikong up from the floor.

When he saw the chain, he almost thoughtlessly raised his elbow and smashed the fire cabinet beside him. He tried to take out the fire axe and cut off the mast attached to the chain.

"do not!"

The black-haired youth took a few steps forward with difficulty, and the handcuffs that had been untied naturally slipped from his wrists. When the blond young man saw this, he stood there in astonishment.

"Aren't you locked?"

"Run! The bomb is real!" Amuro Toru shouted from the loudspeaker on the side.

Xin Haikong took Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand and ran towards the side by the sea.

There are only thirty seconds left in the countdown, and everything is in time.

A huge roar erupted from the silent shore in an instant, and a fiery and dazzling fire shot into the sky.

In the sky of fireworks, the subtle sound of falling water seemed inconspicuous.

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