Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 296: Bomber: You are too steady!

Leaning against the entrance of the cinema, Hagiwara Kenji said to his friend with a relaxed expression, "Xiao Zhenping, hurry up and finish dismantling so we can go drink together."

Matsuda Jinpei waved his hand without even turning his head, and said with a chuckle, "Got it. Don't forget to give Xiaoguang to the squad leader."

Ever since Hagi was seconded to the police and stopped bomb disposal, he seems to have developed an unusual habit.

Whenever he was on a mission, he would find ways to tag along, and after he finished defusing the bomb, he would call the squad leader and ask him and his girlfriend to take care of the children while the two of them went out for a drink together.

I have to say, this feels really great.

It was like his once withered soul was given new life by Hagi's company.

Matsuda Jinpei, who had just walked into the cinema, paused and his pupils suddenly widened.

He finally caught the intuition that had been beating for a long time, guiding him to something -

That was telling him...that he had lost hagi before, and would never see him again in his life.

Matsuda Jinpei resisted the urge to look back at that guy. He vaguely seemed to understand why Kokunran had always insisted on staying with him.

The sharp and rational teal eyes beneath the mask are even more aggressive.

He opened his mouth and said silently: "..." Destiny?

Ah, I can’t seem to put it into words.

Matsuda Jinpei seemed even more sharp and unruly. He sneered and commented harshly, "Trash."

I don't know who he is talking about.

But next to the bomb, on the opposite side of the surveillance camera, someone broke through the defense.

The bomber pressed his hand tightly on the bomb detonator, took a deep breath and resisted the urge to blow someone up, staring straight at the bomb disposal expert, wanting to see how he would dismantle the bomb he had painstakingly made.

Calling me a bomb trash?

Then let me see your level!

Jinpei Matsuda walked slowly to the seat by the corridor, put the toolbox away, sat cross-legged in front of the bomb, stared at the countdown of 15:48 on the bomb, took out two full-channel radio wave shielding devices from the toolbox and turned them on, and took out a signal amplifier and put it aside.

After doing this, he overlapped his index fingers, exercised the nerves in his hands, and began to defuse the bomb.

Soon, he dismantled the bomb in front of him in less than three minutes.

On the other side of the surveillance camera, the bomber, who had pressed the detonator countless times, was so angry that he smashed the detonator and even cursed: "You defused my bomb in two minutes and forty seconds. You are so capable, but you still cautiously use two shielding devices and a signal amplifier?!"

You're so damn steady!!

Then, he saw the bomb disposal master quietly pull out a black box from his toolbox and assemble a bomb in no time.

The bomber was stunned, his eyes almost glued to the camera.

He thought solemnly, this guy is really strong.

No, it's on fire.

He will definitely make a bomb that can kill this guy!

Jinpei Matsuda sensed that he was being watched, snorted coldly, sat lazily on the ground, took off the helmet on his head, and shook off the sweat on his head like a big cat that was wet after a bath.

He took out his intercom and said to the outside: "Mission accomplished, bomb dismantled, come in."

He took out his cell phone and called Officer Megure, who was clearing the area: "Officer Megure, please go search for the bomber; he's still nearby."

Outside the cinema, after hearing that the danger was over, Hagiwara Kenji, dressed in fresh clothes, walked over with his men. He squatted beside Matsuda Jinpei, took out a blue striped handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He said with a smile, "Jinpei, your bomb disposal speed is getting faster and faster. It's amazing."

He gave a thumbs up and praised loudly.

Matsuda Jinpei's ears flushed, and he snatched the handkerchief from his hand, saying angrily, "Come on, Hagi, you're getting more and more pretentious."

He casually wiped his face with a handkerchief, but he used too much force and rubbed his cold white cheeks a little red.

Hagiwara Kenji was so upset watching this that he cried out distressedly, "Zhenping, be gentle. This is your face, not something else."

What if such a pleasing face is ruined?

Matsuda Jinpei rolled his eyes and said to the rookie police officer who was approaching, "Recover these bombs and dispose of them properly."

The police officer responded passionately and energetically, "Yes, Captain."

He walked over to the bomb carrying the storage box, squatted down, and carefully handled the fragments of the bomb. As he collected them, he said admiringly, "Captain Matsuda, you are amazing. This time, the bomb was defused in less time than last time."

Matsuda Jinpei brushed the curls off his head, raised his eyebrows, and lifted his chin. His mouth looked as if it had been smeared with poison: "My skills haven't improved much. The short time is mainly due to bomb garbage."

He couldn't help but frown when he mentioned this. His curly hair was full of disdain. "The quality of bombs these days is getting worse and worse. The design is old-fashioned and rigid. It's really hard for me to dismantle them."

"Forget it. I guess the designer is an old man in his seventies or eighties."

The bomber on the other side of the monitor punched the curly-haired figure on the screen, his blood boiling with anger: "We have a lot of time to go!"

He turned off the screen and ran away.

Hagiwara Kenji laughed and said, "Don't say that, Jinpei-kun. It's not cool to make personal attacks on mediocre people."

The new police officer who recovered the bomb twitched his lips: "..." You didn't let the bomber go either, did you?

Matsuda Jinpei rolled his eyes at him, took off his explosion-proof suit, packed up briefly, and the two of them walked out of the cinema.

"Close the team!"

He shouted to the police officers holding riot shields around him, then pulled Hagiwara Kenji towards the car.

Sitting in the car, the two of them looked serious.

"Hagi, is there still no news about him?" Jinpei Matsuda asked anxiously.

Hagiwara Kenji sat in the driver's seat, his face unhappy. "Yes, the police couldn't contact him either. Officer Takeshita said the contact refused to get in touch."

Jinpei Matsuda was helpless and powerless. He turned on the surveillance video on his mobile phone and saw that the landlady was playing with Xiaoguang, but the child was still dull, as if he had lost his soul, which was heartbreaking.

He rubbed his hair irritably and opened the three-person group chat. It was quiet in the group. He said with a headache: "Master Jing is missing too."

"There's no news from the dessert club. They said they'll notify us when there's any news." Kenji Hagiwara rubbed his forehead, looking a little distressed.

He and Matsuda exchanged a glance, pondered for a moment, and said, "However, the fact that the dessert club hasn't given us any information proves that there's no bad news. But we can't just sit there and wait and do nothing."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll think of a way. If that doesn't work, I can disguise myself with Officer Takeshita and sneak into the organization to investigate."

"Hagi?!" Jinpei Matsuda shouted worriedly.

Hagiwara Kenji comforted her, "It's okay, we will be very careful."