Coroner Coroner

His other hand has been temporarily disabled by kicking the ball, and now he can only use this one.

For safety reasons, Lin Xinyi and the others kept a distance of dozens of meters from him.

This gave him a chance.

Even if the detonator is temporarily released, it will not be taken by someone to rush in and take it down.

So Ireland boldly used his only intact hand to put the detonator back into his pocket, and then tore off the backpack full of bombs that was slung over his shoulder.

"What is he doing?"

Lin Xinyi was slightly taken aback.

Then in the next second, he saw Ireland imitating his throwing action of the car door, as if trying to do everything possible, and threw the heavy bomb bag high towards this side with one hand.

"He, he wants to throw the bomb over?!"

Everyone was taken aback.

After seeing the ability of Lin Xinyi's human-shaped trebuchet, everyone could not help but instinctively believe that human beings can throw such a heavy package for a distance of tens of meters.

So the police officers present instinctively fled backwards.

Hui Yuanai also immediately hid behind Lin Xinyi and stood with him to face the crisis.

Lin Xinyi didn't run away, but just clenched the car door he was holding tightly.

He was going to use a car door to intercept the explosives in mid-air.

If Ireland really just threw the pack of explosives like this, then his last hole card will also be in vain.

however…

Ireland did drop the bag of bombs.

But it couldn't be thrown too far, at least, it wasn't far enough to reach the full distance between him and Lin Xinyi.

Lin Xinyi's prepared interception methods did not come in handy at all.

I saw Ireland struggling to drop the pack of bombs.

This heavy package soared into the air under the equally inhuman strength of this strong man, and flew a distance of more than ten meters high.

Then he bumped his head against the high ceiling.

Hanging from exposed plumbing lines in the ceiling.

It's like a basketball stuck in the rim.

"Eh..." Lin Xinyi had a weird expression:

This guy…

Did he throw the bomb pack too high because he got too excited?

The last hole card was played by him like this?

Lin Xinyi originally thought so.

Then in the next second, he saw Ireland flash and hide behind a pillar.

"He's looking for cover?!"

Lin Xinyi was startled.

He also reacted instinctively, hugged Xiao Ai who was closely following him, rolled and hid behind the car next to him.

Sure enough, at the next moment.

boom! !

The bomb went off.

This explosion was far superior to the previous car bomb.

Just judging from the local damage, the power is not even inferior to the water crystal last time.

I saw the huge orange fire ball disappearing in a flash, and a terrifying shock wave burst out on the ceiling.

The thick and solid ceiling of the parking lot was blown to pieces like this, leaving a huge hole.

Broken masonry, broken steel bars, fans, pipes, rubble, dust, and several cars parked on the upper floor all tilted down amidst the rumbling noise.

bang bang bang-

Cars fell heavily along with pieces of crumbling buildings.

Although there were no casualties, the scene was terrifying.

To make matters worse, the flying dust that was like a smoke bomb filled the air.

Ireland's figure temporarily disappeared in the flying dust.

"Don't run!"

When the explosion subsided, Lin Xinyi quickly turned over the ruins of the explosion, and hurriedly chased forward.

But at this time, the Irish people had disappeared.

He only sees Irish car taillights:

"Lin Xinyi!"

"I will definitely be back!"

Chapter 579 Brother Jinjiu, you have to call the shots for me!

Streets of Tokyo.

Gin leaned expressionlessly against a conspicuous black classic car and smoked.

This Porsche 356A is always accompanied by gin.

Because he is usually not dealing with traitors, or on the way to deal with traitors.

In addition, there are many orders for assassination, kidnapping, and illegal transactions.

It looks like he is driving a luxury car to show off his wealth in the street, but he is actually driving an official car around to work overtime.

But the class is never finished.

He was like those young police officers in the forensics class who were unwilling to lie down and be old fritters. As he was doing this job, he found that the work of the whole unit was unknowingly crushed on him alone.

It's exhausting to fight like this.

The heart is more tired.

"Huh..." Gin exhaled the last puff of smoke rings.

Then he finally threw away the cigarette butt resentfully, regained his energy, and sat back in the back seat of the car with a cold expression on his face.

The break is over.

Let's go ahead and kill people.

Gin gestured to the long-awaited vodka in the driver's seat with his eyes.

"Brother." Vodka tacitly started the car: "Where are you going next?"

"Is there another traitor that needs to be cleaned up?"

"Again..." Qin Jiu's face turned cold when he heard that.

But there is no way, the status quo of the organization is not even as good as the forensics class.

It doesn't matter if there are fewer people working, there are still a lot of traitors inside.

The future was simply bleak.

Fortunately...

There is also Lin Xinyi.

Whenever the mood becomes bad because of organizing traitors, Qin Jiu can always think of this wonderful son he accidentally fell.

This is probably the hope for him to work less overtime in the future.

Thinking of this, Gin didn't bother to answer Vodka's question.

He just asked Vodka thoughtfully:

"Vodka, I asked you to give it to Chartre..."

Chartrell is Lin Xinyi's code name.

But not many people know this code name.

He doesn't need it at all at ordinary times, and Belmode prefers to call him by his name in private, rather than calling him Chartrell——

Even though she insisted on giving Lin Xinyi the code name.

Lin Xinyi's preferred code name is still Trump.

In short... Chartler, this code name is currently only gin and vodka, and will be used when talking about Lin Xinyi.

Then he asked Vodka:

"I asked you to arrange the second round of campaign work for Chartler, how is it going?"

"It's all arranged."

Vodka honestly replied:

"The organization allocated a full 3 million publicity funds to us this time."

"Those writers and journalists who took our dirty money will definitely do everything they can to help Chartrell."

"As for the TV station... because Chartler's identity is still top-secret, in order to prevent Kiel from knowing Chartler's true identity, I didn't ask her to help."

"But Chartler's reputation is big enough now, even if there is no secret operation, the TV station will come to her door to promote her."

"I heard that Keir's news program group has recently spontaneously planned an exclusive interview program with the theme of 'New Forensic Class'."

"Very good." Gin nodded in satisfaction.