Doing ghost jobs in Ke Xue World

At the banquet, Kazami Yuya, dressed in a black suit, stood expressionlessly at the door of the banquet hall. Next to him with a smile on his face was his nominal boss, the lobby manager of the Rice Flower Hotel.

Since the publicity of Pramya's escape incident would have a very bad impact, the public security police rarely lowered their profile and concealed their identities to investigate secretly.

Although the effect was not very good judging from the situation at the scene, after all, few hotel security guards dared to wear sunglasses and use X-ray eyes to shoot every guest present.

Not to mention that the security guard would occasionally pass over the manager and conduct uncivilized body searches on suspicious people.

Seeing that the smile on the manager's lips became stiffer and stiffer, and the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more solemn, Feng Jian's security guard seemed to have finally remembered something and suddenly pointed at the various kawaii decorations on site.

The manager quietly wiped away the cold sweat, and with one breath, he welcomed all the wealth gods in front of him who were not surprised.

The familiar scene once again appeared in front of his eyes. Kazami Yu also impatiently took off the cool sunglasses hanging on his eyes. Looking at the liquid bomb that suddenly appeared, he felt that a mouthful of old blood was about to spray out.

Pramya, a woman whose name makes people feel oppressive, is indeed not covered with clothes. He had just had these decorations inspected in the morning, and there was obviously nothing wrong with them, but it didn't take long for them to become like this.

This damn woman actually broke through all layers of public security prevention and control and installed a bomb in the venue right under their noses.

Although the ingredients of these liquid bombs have been successfully deciphered last time, who knows whether the crazy woman will make changes.

Feng Jian's brows furrowed, the banquet had already begun, and in this case, he couldn't just rush in and ask the people inside to retreat.

Pramya has not taken the initiative to contact the police until now, either because she thought the police had not discovered her plan, or she had other arrangements.

Kazami Yuya subconsciously dialed his boss's phone number, and as expected, got the result that the phone was shut down.

Why did it happen at this time? He was so weak, pitiful and helpless that he could hardly bear it anymore.

Feng Jian rubbed the dark circles under his eyes that were more prominent than those of a giant panda, and managed to cheer up. He hadn't noticed it during the blackout inspection in the morning, but now he saw that the places decorated with such kawaii dolls were the support areas of the beams. .

Judging from the power of the liquid bombs made by Pramya, as long as one explodes, the people in this room will not be able to escape at all.

The high autumn wind roared in August and rolled up the triple thatch on my house. No, it rolled up the hat on her head. Wangyue put one hand on Zhu Fu Jingguang's waist and pressed down her own hat with the other.

The two of them were sitting on a white motorcycle, weaving through the busy traffic in Tokyo, heading towards the Rice Krispies Restaurant quickly.

Thanks to the rich and powerful big shots, the traffic jam along the road to Mihua Hotel was so heavy that they could only fly through the night against the cold wind.

With colorful celebratory fireworks above her head and a comatose woman beside her, Pramya stared at the approaching white motorcycle below, a crazy smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

His right hand unconsciously touched his left shoulder, with an angry and unwilling expression on his face. After a while, he reached into his pocket and took out a small thing, holding it tightly in his hand.

The fireworks illuminated most of the dark sky and completely outlined the crazy woman with golden curly hair.

A man with short pink hair and squinting eyes stood quietly behind her. The distance between the two could be said to be only one step away.

The man glanced at the long-haired woman lying on the ground, raised his foot and kicked directly at the blonde curly-haired woman's right arm. He made fists with both hands and greeted the target's cheek mercilessly.

In just one breath, the two people's directions changed. The hostage returned to the party that rescued her, but the two people facing each other did not have extra eyes to pay attention to the other party.

"It's such a pity that you almost succeeded!"

Pramya tilted her lips and blew the broken hair out of her eyes, raised the remote control in her hand and said jokingly.

The man with narrowed eyes no longer concealed the sound of his footsteps, and frowned at the strange woman in front of him. He thought the sneak attack just now would be effective, but he didn't expect that the opponent was more difficult to deal with than he expected. Which member of the organization was this?

Akai Shuichi opened his dark green eyes and secretly looked at the woman in front of him. He had only heard of Curacao among the people under Rum. Could this person be her?

"Your target should be me, right?"

Akai Shuichi asked tentatively. Since the sneak attack did not solve the opponent's problem, he could only follow the opponent's ideas for the time being.

"Tsk, tsk, I'm sorry! What interests you is the person who helped me escape from prison. My target is not you."

Pramya spread her hands, and then pressed the switch in her hand mercilessly. The originally calm metal collar around Miyano Akemi's neck suddenly lit up.

Two colored silk threads flowed slowly along the thin pipe, converging towards the central groove with clear goals.

Akai Shuichi: "..."

Why should we be so decisive? Why should we suddenly activate the bomb when the negotiation period has not passed yet?

Not caring about continuing the confrontation with the other party, Akai Shuichi picked up Miyano Akemi and carefully inspected the liquid bomb around her neck.

The countdown was only a short thirty seconds, and now one-sixth of it had passed, which meant that the other party had planned to kill Mingmei from the beginning and had not prepared any other plans at all.

"Give up, you have no chance!"

Pramya's tone suddenly became excited, and she retreated to the farthest distance. The signal light on the bomb flashed faster and faster, just like her heart, which was finally returning to its previous frequency.

"This is just an appetizer, there are bigger surprises waiting for you next!"

Pramya curled her red lips, looked at the man whose face was getting more and more ugly, and suddenly said excitedly.

"This bomb is equipped with a sensing device. If this bomb explodes, the ones installed in the hall will not activate. Otherwise, the opposite result will occur."

"Thinking about it this way, will you feel better inside?"

Pramya's voice was accompanied by a gunshot, and someone used extremely delicate techniques to make a hole in the groove of the metal collar.

Mr. Squinted Eyes opened his arms and split the liquid bomb into two halves before the two liquids were mixed together. The red and blue liquids trickled down the opened pipes.

"Although the power of your liquid bomb is amazing, it is a pity that the composition of the two liquids is very stable before they are mixed. Even if you fire the gun, you still don't have to worry about the problem of misfire. How lucky you are!"

Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman opposite with her mouth wide enough to fit two eggs in.

"Damn it, those people downstairs will all die because of your recklessness. It's all your fault."

Pramya looked crazy, looked at the metal collar thrown on the ground, and said angrily.

"This is the first time I heard a bomber blaming an innocent civilian for the death of a person. I am just an ordinary graduate student, and what I do is to save people. How can you blame me, right, you two? police officer."

Akai Shuichi narrowed his eyes and held the girl in his arms, looking hurt.