Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 258:)

A thoughtful relay from Mirai said, "The police officer asked us where we got so much sugar. Do you have anything to explain, Mr. Matsuda?"

After visiting a lot of convenience stores, I bought a lot of candies in batches, and used my increasingly proficient homemade bomb skills to pack them into proportions. Matsuda Jinpei, who had maxed out his classification skills, said: "..."

He was eating a lunch that contained zero sugar. He paused for a moment before pressing his earphones and said quietly: "You'd better not mention homemade bomb ingredients like 'white sugar' in my ears these days."

"Otherwise I'd really like to beat you up."

Then he asked, "How is it? How much have you used for the bomb now? It won't be used up, right? Although I didn't actually make it into a bomb, I used different small boxes and compiled the recipe for two days!"

"Only half of it was used," Mirai Ichijo answered easily and thoughtfully, "But when they exited, they didn't use the bomb."

"Every time I change it, I find the bomb recipe from the last time."

"complete."

Huh?

Matsuda Jinpei thought for a few seconds, "Then..."

Anti-reuse?

Before he could say anything, he reacted and changed his words, "No."

"You went too far this time. After the exercise, the police will definitely find out whether there are so many bombs, and also find out where we got the machine guns, smoke bombs, and how we made the toxic gas."

Mirai Ichijo swallowed the 'idiot' regretfully, "Okay, you realized it."

They purchased some common supplies and made their own bombs. They also prepared some Molotov cocktails, but they were only packed according to the formula and proportions. They did not really complete the last step and could not really detonate and ignite them.

The machine gun belongs to the police.

There is no machine gun in the paint bullet gun provided by the police. It is a weapon with the same lethality as a sniper rifle, but the sniper rifle shoots one shot at a time. Even if there is a sniper master in the red side camp, he can kill There were very few blue team police officers killed, and at most they only killed double digits of blue team personnel.

Machine guns, on the other hand, can easily kill double digits of police officers, or even hundreds if the time is right.

The bank is a building, which is relatively wide in some areas, but still a bit narrow compared to the open space. It is like a battlefield with intricate alleys.

In a place like this, machine guns can exert incredible magic power. Two people and one machine gun can easily destroy half of the blue camp.

Because there were hostages in the bank, the police could not use bombs or the like, so they could only send people to die and fill a path with corpses.

Of course, it is impossible for the police to provide this kind of thing to the red camp. Although they are relatively brainless, their balance is just a little insufficient. They have not owed a huge amount of debt, and their brains can still occasionally use it.

The machine gun was borrowed from Ichimai.

He borrowed them from the police arsenal, along with some smoke grenades and the like. He did not actually take these things, but only recorded them with his mobile phone to prove that he had indeed sneaked into the arsenal and could obtain weapons. , and left a note, marking what he took like an order.

"There aren't many things like machine guns," Mirai Ichichi said. "As long as you search, you can find the stolen weapons arsenal and the note."

"They've probably discovered it already."

Because the police officer who was unwilling to question him only asked about homemade bombs, but did not ask about machine guns and smoke bombs.

...Maybe the bomb array is too shocking.

After thinking about it, Ichigo added, "But they can be used again and again."

There are so many commandos, and there are so many dead people. If there are not enough manpower, a few dead people can be stuffed into the living team. As long as they don't stuff too many at once, they won't be discovered.

Some people did not show their faces in surveillance until they died, and Ichichi Mirai could not recognize them.

"The commando team has paused," Zhufu Jingguang said. "The top police officer from the blue camp has been on the phone. I saw a dozen more police cars, including non-Tokyo police cars, which seemed to be for support." 'Support' means: "They want more money."

Ichijo's future is clear, "They must be prepared to pay the headcount."

"Probably in the afternoon, when lunch time is over and the hostage trade continues, they still can't attack and can only negotiate." Zhu Fu Jingguang said, "They will probably send the corresponding cash to the bank,"

After a pause, he added: "That will happen in at least half an hour. You can rest for a while first."

There were some footsteps and fragmentary collisions coming from the headset. Under the watchful eyes of several police snipers, Zhu Fu Jingguang calmly changed guard with Jiegugu Ling, and raised his fingers a few times openly. Spotted sniper location.

He was so calm and aboveboard, as if he was not engaging in a sniper confrontation, but playing hide-and-seek.

Police snipers: "..."

Jianggu Ling: "..."

He found that Zhu Fu Jingguang had some exposure to the future and had learned how to stir up other people's blood pressure.

Fortunately, it raises the enemy's blood pressure.

Zhu Fu Jingguang came down from the eaves and walked around the hall and the back door first, confirming that after the sixth batch of police officers couldn't help but ask questions, the blue camp seemed to have been hit hard, and there was no seventh batch in a short time. The commando team arrived and did not need to replace the trap before going to the control room on the second floor.

There are many people in the monitoring room.

But most of them are 'dead people'. The only one who is alive is Ichimi Mirai. He is turning his chair, turning left twice and right three times, as leisurely as an ordinary passerby playing with his mobile phone while waiting at the traffic light. .

The 'dead people' were sitting in rows on the ground, glaring at a future...

Zhu Fu Jingguang exited the monitoring room, went back into the monitoring room, and confirmed: the 'dead people' were looking at the future like a sunflower looking at the sun.

He exited again, entered again, and confirmed again: OK, the 'glaring' was there, and it was for him.

"The sandwich you want." He entered the monitoring room for the fourth time. Considering that there were too many people, he left the door open and opened the door to let some air flow. "Why are these gentlemen..."

Why didn't you go out with the first batch of "dead people" who unfortunately died when the robbers occupied the bank?

"Thank you," Mirai Ichijo took it casually and glanced at the bank staff sitting in a row, "They didn't say anything, I forgot."

The sense of existence was too weak, and the strength was even weaker. They were like a few pets whose purpose was to show cuteness, and they were free-range. They were not as important as the screen in a remote corner of the surveillance camera that had always been motionless. He didn't pay much attention to it, and he didn't pay attention to it.

Not even as important as a cell phone.

Ichijo Mirai turned his chair again, casually opened the sandwich and took a bite, looking down at his phone in a good mood.

This is the organization's phone.

A message was displayed on the phone: [What are you doing? 】

It's from Gin.

The message is very simple, just a question, without a single extra word, without any extra emotion, just light.

From this message, we can get a glimpse of the calmness and composure of the sender, and we can infer a bit of the context of this text message: On an ordinary day, Gin was working normally and saw ordinary things. News, I greeted my ordinary colleagues from afar, and was shocked by the ordinary legal robbery.

So, he replied in a normal way: [:)]

(End of this chapter)