Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 257 One, Two, or Three

Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his head and glanced down.

He only saw the eaves of the bank, but his eyes seemed to pass through the eaves and saw an expression that was rarely particularly serious in the future.

Even Ichijo Mirai's tone sounded as casual and heartless as usual, like an excuse to casually put high pressure on the police and not bother to appease them.

But he knew that this was a sincere message for the future.

These are the true words of a man who must deeply understand how incompetent some police officers are and how incompetent he is.

"...Yes," Zhu Fu Jingguang said, changing the subject, "I noticed that the high-ranking police officer was talking on the walkie-talkie. There was a figure moving in the direction of blackjack. It seemed to be the police assault team, but I am not sure. Excuse me. ?”

One future repeat: "Blackjack direction?"

He followed the topic and did not emphasize that he really believed that most of the police he saw so far did not deserve to be police officers, "it was the back door."

"It's okay, they're dead. Fukitani, Hagiwara, let's start preparing lunch."

"I want a sandwich."

As he spoke, a line of sight from the future swept across the bank hall and landed on a surveillance screen in a corner.

That's backdoor surveillance.

The camera is an automatically moving camera. It will turn 140 degrees to capture all nearby scenes as much as possible. It takes thirty seconds to go from the extreme in one direction to the extreme in the other direction, and then it will freeze. Ten seconds before turning again, a total of forty seconds.

During this period, once a portrait is captured, the camera will automatically track it. If the portrait suddenly leaves the monitoring range, or there are too many portraits, the camera will stay in place for ten seconds and resume slow turning motion.

The staff of the bank knew this best, so the police team that came to raid also knew this. They did not break into the back door immediately, but squatted in the alley waiting for instructions, like a silent bird. Sound mushroom.

The silent mushroom reveals a little of the mushroom stalk.

Mirai Ichijo pressed his frowned brow with his finger and said to himself, "It's just half a foot. The camera didn't lock on the human image. This team of police officers is already outstanding."

"..."

"I began to think about whether it was unnecessary to carefully prepare traps to deal with them."

He looked at the monitor in the hall again.

In the hall, Fangtani Zero had briefly informed all the hostages of the unfortunate news: 'Trading is suspended, rest and eat.'

And tell them a piece of good news that is better than nothing: 'You can order food'.

The hostages were obviously dissatisfied, and there was some buzzing, undulating like ripples on the water. But soon, as Matsuda Jinpei and Date Hang on the negative floor returned to the lobby on the first floor, the abnormal movement quickly calmed down.

All the hostages with objections saw Datehang's face.

It was a face with a wide chin, thick and deep facial lines, and thick eyebrows. It killed at least one person every day, and was full of obvious impatience. It said: I am not a police academy student, I am a real robbery who sneaked in. bandit.

It also wrote: If you dare to make a noise, I will kill you.

It doesn't look like acting.

In almost a few seconds, the hostages became well-behaved. No one even said a word when Jiang Gu Ling picked the unlucky ones. Those who were not picked sat on the ground to rest quietly and pretend to be mushrooms. Those who were picked stood up obediently. The target of Jianggu Ling.

Hagiwara Kenji walked out of the bank and went to the cordon again just like he did before trading hostages, but this time he didn't bring any hostages, only a meal list.

This change obviously made the police more concerned. The police team that saw the mushroom at the back door moved.

The toes of the leading police officer shifted, and he stepped back a little outside the surveillance range, and soon moved forward again. Not only part of his feet, but also some of his taut legs and arms entered the surveillance range. He was squatting. Okay, your arms are hanging below your knees, and it looks like you are holding a walkie-talkie or pressing a headset.

A moment later, perhaps because the police learned about the outrageous request from Kenji Hagihara, the police officer leaned forward a few centimeters again, revealing part of his face in the surveillance video. His face was stern and staring closely. The one facing the back door of the bank.

He looked like a cheetah that had its eye on the enemy and was ready to strike.

When he leaned forward to a certain extent, Mr. Cheetah suddenly glanced at the ground, and then slowly backed away.

A relatively remote alley at the back door of the bank leads directly to a street that is completely different from the main entrance of the bank. It has to turn another corner. The road surface of the alley is not the flat cement floor on the street, but is made of bricks. Large floor tiles, the floor tiles are not the same color, but have some differences, and the colors appear unevenly mixed on the ground.

When the leading police officer leaned forward, his head almost crossed the edge of a certain floor tile.

The camera turned away.

A future call called up the record, and the surveillance video zoomed in. His eyes fell on the sideline, and then he looked at a building that was almost flush with the sideline. He raised his eyebrows: Wrong.

It may be an information error. The monitoring range provided by the bank is wrong. The error is about five or six centimeters, which is not too big, but it can be fatal at certain moments.

It may also be a misunderstanding, and the police misunderstood the information provided by the bank.

Whatever the mistake, the police made a mistake.

When the camera automatically turned back, Ichijo Mirai exited the recording mode and looked at the real-time surveillance. He casually watched the police squatting and lurking in place, silently counting the small movements of the leading policeman while squatting. He noticed from the corner of his eye There was something strange happening in the hall, so I moved my eyes to look over.

In the lobby, Fang Gulii shot a hostage, quickly retreated, took another hostage, stepped forward, and stood by the bank's glass window again.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice sounded, "The sniper is watching, be careful to hide your body."

"Well, this hostage is bigger than me," Rei Fukiya said in a tight voice, "Hagiwara,"

Hagiwara Kenji: "I'm safe."

"The police have complied with the request."

He slowly retreated towards the bank, and then whispered solemnly: "However, their expressions are not happy."

"...Probably planning to attack."

The official attack time of the police was thirty minutes later. When the police urgently delivered some of the easier-to-find foods on the menu, they placed the items far away from the bank, and Hagiwara Kenji went to pick them up. The whole process took two people. Both parties were very restrained and polite, and their words and deeds were all within a level that would not arouse hostility from the other party.

In contrast, the police assault team suddenly launched an attack from the back door.

The leader of the police was an elite police officer. He was very skilled in kicking in the door, so skilled that he looked like an FBI who had no time to think. He rolled into the back door with a gun, stopped rolling with his knees, and raised the gun on guard, but he was not within sight. Any robbers guarding the back door can be spotted inside.

He could only use his peripheral vision to catch the police officers who followed him through the back door.

He frowned, and just as he was about to wave his hand to issue an order, he heard a crisp sound from ahead.

It's the sound of glass jars.

A glass jar rolled from the depths of the corridor to the back door, containing a white note. It rolled unimpeded all the way to the leading police officer, and he reached out to pick it up.

He looked down:

[Cause of death: homemade bomb explosion. 】

...W-what?

Before the leading police officer could react, there was a dull but amplified sound from the direction where the glass jar was rolling, similar to the sound of a heavy object hitting it.

After being amplified by the speakers, it sounded a bit like the impact of a bomb explosion.

police officer:"……"

There is not only one side of the note in the glass jar, but the writing on one side is large and concise, while the writing on the other side is small and dense.

The small side is on the inside. You need to open the glass jar and take out the note to read the words on it clearly.

The camera at the end of the corridor had turned to the door, and because it had recognized the human image, it stayed pointed at the back door for a long time. The leading police officer looked up at the camera, looked down at the glass jar, then looked back and looked at other police colleagues who could not even distinguish the handwriting.

He paused.

After three or four seconds, he glanced at the camera again before he finished his psychological struggle, put down the gun, and opened the glass jar while briefly explaining the situation, "We were killed in action, killed by the robbers' homemade bombs."

The police officers who were so alert that they almost shot and shattered the glass jar said: "..."

"?!"

Amidst the pop-up question marks, the leading police officer took out a note, "The note in the glass jar said we died from homemade bombs,"

"If it were someone else,"

Before he finished speaking, he added a twist, "But this time, you know who we are facing."

The name 'Messiah' is so famous that almost the entire police station has heard of the reputation of this savior classmate, and feels incredible that this classmate is really like a savior and is being spontaneously helped and supported by countless Tokyo people.

There may be officers who have not heard of it, but who already have a good understanding of the enemy by the time the bank robbery drill begins.

Such an enemy is somewhat formidable. When you fight against him, you feel as if you are the unreasonable criminal. Fortunately, the number of people on the red side is very small, so the blue side camp can be stable and nothing that upsets people's minds happens. .

"I believe in him."

I have never seen a future police officer speak like this.

If it were another exercise, and people from other opposing camps put a note saying that they were dead, he would not believe it in a short period of time. He would have to explore and confirm for a while before he would believe that he had really been killed for no reason.

But there is a future for Thaksin.

He unfolded the note and looked over it, "An appropriate amount of sugar...it's the recipe for homemade bombs,"

"Estimated power, all personnel within three meters will be killed or seriously injured,"

"There are two storage locations, one at the end of the corridor, and one..."

"On the right side of the back door?"

The camera is on the left.

Before the operation, the bank had provided maps and precautions, so when they rolled through the door, the police officers subconsciously glanced at the camera, but did not pay much attention to the left side. At this time, they heard the chief's hesitant reading of a note. Then I looked over subconsciously.

A police officer who was closer looked over, swiped left and right, and finally identified a trash can that seemed unworthy of attention. "Is the bomb in the trash can?"

Some conventional facilities and some people are usually blind spots, such as taxi drivers, staff, and banks. There are trash cans in them, but no one pays attention to them except the people who want to throw away garbage and the cleaners.

Of course the police didn't care, until now.

The police officer who was closer cautiously stretched out his gun and picked at the trash can without opening the lid. "This gap is very small, basically only some cigarettes and the like,"

He picked out a length of rope.

It was very thin, only thicker than two or three hair strands combined. One end was a black rope that collapsed, and it ended abruptly.

Another police officer subconsciously looked at the back door, reached out and touched the door, and pulled the other half of the rope.

It's a rope connected to a bomb.

If this is not a drill, but a real bank robbery, and the bomb in the trash can is a real bomb, then the moment the police officers file into the back door of the bank, they will all be killed when the bomb is triggered.

Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will have no fighting power.

Only a backdoor bomb is enough to take them out, but bombs deep in the corridor are not needed at all.

The leading police officer: "..."

Police officer: "..."

"Then we," the police officer said hesitantly, "let's go?"

"...Let's go, let the second group of commandos come, and tell them to be careful about bombs in advance."

It took three minutes for the first assault teams to leave.

Two and a half of them were spent researching [Cause of Death: Homemade Bomb Explosion].

The second batch of assault teams arrived.

The second batch of assault teams left the scene, which took five minutes.

Two minutes were spent guarding against bombs, and two minutes were spent studying [Cause of Death: Poison Gas Leak].

The third batch of assault teams arrived.

The third batch of assault teams left the scene, which took two minutes.

Two minutes were spent studying [Cause of death: triggering a homemade bomb in the alley].

The fourth batch of assault teams arrived.

The fourth batch of assault teams left the scene, which took twenty-three minutes.

Ten minutes of it were spent walking along the alley, eight minutes walking along the bank, and five minutes studying [Cause of death: machine gun fire. 】

The fifth batch of assault teams arrived.

It took ten minutes for the fifth batch of assault teams to leave.

For nine minutes, keep moving at a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow, to prevent you from receiving a [Machine Gun Shooting Card] when the speed is too slow, a [Homemade Bomb Card] when the speed is too fast, or a [Poison Gas Leak Card] suddenly.

One minute of research [Cause of death: smoke bombs blocking vision + machine gun fire + homemade bomb explosion. 】

This note is not white, it is gold.

The back has the same small print as always, but this time, in addition to the formula and location, there is an additional line: [Five consecutive rounds will produce golden light:)].

Very conscientious.

The fifth batch of assault teams: "..."

They left with the golden light.

The sixth batch of assault teams arrived.

The sixth batch of assault teams surrendered in the bomb array.

The sixth batch of teams sent cordial greetings and questions: "Where did you guys get so much sugar?!"

(End of this chapter)