Doing ghost jobs in Ke Xue World

"Boom~"

The room was covered in thick smoke. What exploded this time was not the bombs installed in the banquet hall, but the liquid bomb tied to Miyano Akemi.

Akai Shuichi kicked away Pramya who was fighting with him and looked at where Miyano Akemi was lying.

The girl was lying there quietly, her heart had not been shattered by the explosion, and the blood on her body had not flowed out. Even the clothes he had torn apart were gently covered by someone.

"Is this okay?"

There was a hint of breath in Akai Shuichi's voice, and the gold-rimmed glasses that were originally used to disguise his face had long been kicked to the ground by Pramya, leaving only one leg still stubbornly hanging on his ear.

Akai Shuichi looked at the quiet girl on the ground who seemed to have lost her breath, and there was a rare panic in his tone.

"Ah, it's best to go to the hospital."

Mochizuki pulled off the blood-stained white gloves in disgust and put them on the window sill. Detective Guangtian was forced to shut down his phone just now. If he didn't hurry up and go to the hospital to get some painkillers, he would probably be in the same situation as before. Violently awakened by pain again.

This feeling was good once, but if she did it a few more times, her spirit might be broken. She always felt that Detective Guangtian's encounter this time had something to do with her, and Mochizuki still sympathized with this.

"You guys look down on people too much, go to hell!"

The two of them were chatting passionately here, and Pramya, who was ignored several times on the other side, finally couldn't help being filled with anger, and picked up the pistol he carried and pointed it at Mochizuki.

"I really didn't expect that a good fire art would be ruined by a nasty woman like you. That person was really right. You shouldn't be in this world."

Pramya didn't care whether the bullets could hurt the opponent or not. In short, he kept pointing at Mochizuki. In the end, he was still not satisfied and used the scrapped pistol as a hidden weapon to greet Mochizuki's face.

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Mochizuki hurriedly dodged the weak attack caused by the weight of the pistol, and looked at the opponent with an expression that suggested he was seriously ill.

It wasn't her fault. Even with this little damage, her body wouldn't react instinctively. Although it would still hurt a little if she was hit, not to mention the protective shield she had installed on the outside, she would treat this kind of attack as if it didn't exist.

"Is it okay!"

Zhufu Jingguang, who was worried about his good brother and returned temporarily, flashed from behind Pramya, accurately hit the opponent's injured right arm with his elbow, and took advantage of the moment when the opponent was in pain and distracted, and successfully Removed her left arm.

The powerful and ferocious Pramya transformed from a crazy female bomber into a prisoner of the police in just a few breaths. She could only stare at the few people in the room with angry and unwilling eyes.

"What could happen to her? It should be the prison guard who is in trouble. There is definitely something wrong with that group of people."

Matsuda held on to his suit jacket with one hand and put the sunglasses hanging behind his ears back on with the other hand. His eyes did not forget to glance at the pink-haired short-haired man who was quietly exiting the scene with the hostage in his arms.

Seeing that his friend beside him seemed unaware, he rolled his eyes and pretended not to notice, and aimed at the only suspect at the scene.

He didn't want to defuse the liquid bomb created by this crazy woman for the second time in his life. It was not because of the exquisite structure of this bomb, but because it had annoying side effects.

Matsuda's blue eyes hidden behind his sunglasses blinked suspiciously, quietly burying the emotions contained inside, and looked at the blond beauty who was cursing loudly with a ferocious expression.

The last time he defused the bomb, he had a nightmare for a month. First, he dreamed that Yan Er was killed, and then he was also killed. What was even more outrageous was still behind him. Moro Fu and the squad leader were not left behind. They followed them. The pace was also on the road, and in the end, the five of them were the only one left with the golden retriever.

He was a solitary person, and could only keep a puppy to accompany him. He would talk to the puppy about his feelings when he had nothing to do, and his pitiful look made him feel quite uncomfortable when he went to work during the day.

During that time, he was mistakenly thought by Kenji that he was lovelorn, and was forced to participate in many boring friendships that he didn't like. When Matsuda thought of his state at that time, he couldn't help but cursed himself in his heart.

Thinking about it now, he actually felt sorry for that golden retriever. It was not even worth the money he spent to fill his teeth. He must have had a fever at the time. Matsuda scratched his black curly hair scorched by the flames irritably, and couldn't help but bared his teeth.

In short, it's all this woman's fault. She didn't know she would kill innocent people by setting up some silly bomb for nothing!

Not wanting to stay well in the luxurious and comfortable No. 0 Prison, he ran out to remind him of this sad past. Matsuda was angry and kicked Pramya in the knees, forcing her to kneel on the ground. Kenji Hagihara, who knew colors, immediately took out a handcuff from his waist, and forced Pramya to handcuff her behind her back, regardless of her immobility.

"Tsk, tsk, that's too cruel!"

Mochizuki shook her head and ran to stand next to Zhufu, looking at him with a smile on her face. Now was a good time for them to leave.

All the unexploded bombs in the building had been defused by Matsuda and Hagiwara, but they had no choice but to deal with the fire and the unfortunate injured people. They could only be dealt with by subsequent personnel.

As for Pramya, it's better to leave this kind of person to the police. Mochizuki's attention to the person in her mouth is not as important as the pot of pig's trotters cooked at home.

Moreover, sirens were roaring outside the building. Although they had a good relationship with Kazami, the detectives at the Metropolitan Police Department hated the public security police. If they were seen in the same place, Mochizuki would definitely be nagged by Miheko and the others. long time.

"Isn't this the best route to the mission location?"

Kil was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask on his face. He looked at the route marked on the map with doubtful eyes and asked strangely.

Their car has been circling around here since the beginning, turning a deaf ear to the marked mission location, and now it is driving in the direction of the Metropolitan Police Department. Just now, she saw a large number of police cars passing by. If it weren't for Gin's Zhongxin didn't have the slightest doubt, she thought the other party wanted to deliver them all into the hands of RB Cop.

"Because the real mission has just begun now!"

Gin sneered. Rum is really good at it. There were not many casualties caused by the explosion at the Rice Krispies Restaurant, but the fire burned very brightly. It can be said that it attracted the attention of most people. Now is a good time for them to take action. .

"Vodka, block the surveillance inside. The next step is up to you, Bourbon."

Gin pinched off the cigarette in his hand and threw it into the ashtray. The black Porsche parked in the parking space in front of the Metropolitan Police Department, like a mighty black panther, not worried at all about his identity being exposed.

The long silver hair rose and fell with the owner's movements, streaking through the air with a bright color.

"This is a task that Rum specially asked me to give you. Don't let him down!"

Bourbon, who acted as the driver honestly, looked at the mission target in his hand and almost bit it into pieces with his silver teeth. As early as when he found out that Gin was taking them around in circles, he felt something was not good in his heart, but he didn't expect that the situation would be like this. Oops.

Even so, he could only continue to do it, but what exactly did Rum mean and why was he specifically selected to be responsible for this task.

"Looks like I have to thank Rum for trusting me."

Bourbon had a signature smile on his face, but he was panicking and walked in through the door.

There really weren't many people in the Metropolitan Police Department, and for various reasons he didn't meet any of the detectives he knew. The journey along the way was smoother than going back to his own home.

Taking out the things that the organization had put in advance from the toilet, Bourbon opened the door and walked into the work place swaggeringly. There was still no one in the office, except for a pair of vicious eyes.

Along the way, Bourbon imagined various ways to dismantle the backstage, but when he came to the end, he found that none of them could be actually implemented. The entire crime process did not take more than ten minutes.

Bourbon returned to the car with an evil and cold smile. As the sound of the siren gradually merged into the night, a muffled sound came from the direction of the Metropolitan Police Building.

The Metropolitan Police Building was bombed by unknown persons!