After the Undercover System Went Haywire, I Switched to Grinding Suspicion Points Chapter 128

Hagiwara Kenji felt the piercing gaze from Matsuda Jinpei beside him, but could only force a smile and pretend not to notice while changing the subject: "It's already done? Should we go confirm with the boss again whether he really wants to use this thod?"

Kudo Yusaku put away his surprised expression and picked up the conversation: "I've already confird with the boss. The rest is up to Samukawa-kun."

The FBI side hesitated to speak.

They had long since received word from local police about yesterday's farce at the station, but because it sounded so bizarre and nothing had happened, they figured there might be so misunderstanding... Turns out this really was operation without asuring instrunts?

No one believed this guy didn't know proper procedures, and even fewer believed he was simply trying to slack off.

Most people's thoughts were unified.

Why did this person not value his own life at all...

Judy couldn't help thinking: Would soone who didn't even value his own life really care about others' lives? Japan actually let this kind of person beco a police officer—they really had nerves of steel.

This FBI agent had raised a question countless people had wondered about.

—How on earth did Samukawa Shinryu pass his police interview?!

Not having to ask the boss again was fine. Usuha Izuki didn't want to be dragged down by this case too long either. He genuinely wanted to vacation, so without a word, he took the explosives the bomb expert had brought, pinched off a small piece of the rubber clay-like plastic explosive, and handed it to the expert: "Just this much. Go make a remote detonation device."

"Okay." The bomb expert instinctively responded, not bothering to ask why he still wasn't using asuring instrunts this ti, and cheerfully trotted off to work.

So what if he was dangerous? The danger wouldn't affect him personally. Could the guy really insist on killing him while surrounded by FBI?!

Regardless of the other's identity, he seed like a real big shot anyway, definitely stronger than his ntor who went to et God, so of course he should take advantage of the big shot's presence to learn more!

Opportunities to work with big shots didn't co often!

Of course, he knew people wouldn't teach for no reason, so wasn't he hurrying to assist, hoping to salvage the bad impression from yesterday? Maybe if the guy was in a good mood, he'd share so exclusive techniques?

The FBI weren't blind—everyone could see their bomb expert had completely made himself the foreigner's lackey! He didn't even care that he was over twenty years older than the guy!!!

Such a disgrace to Arica!!!

If the other party really was so vicious criminal, the FBI would actually be more cautious. Now knowing he was a police officer, they were all getting a bit cocky.

But needing his help, they couldn't be sarcastic. Even yesterday's incident of two Arican officers having their guns taken by a foreigner couldn't be pursued for accountability—they could only accept it. Several incidents combined left these arrogant FBI agents with darkened faces.

Heh, with such reckless thods, it would probably still fail. Once it failed, they could mock him coldly! No need to rush!

No one thought about what they'd do if it failed. Failure was just failure—how many tis had Arican police failed? This failure would at most blow up a building, at least no one died!

Not a big deal.

The bomb expert didn't think it was a big deal either, just a bit regretful about blowing up such a special, morable control box, but the person who drew the blueprints was right there—he could beg him to draw a more detailed one.

So like a responsible errand boy, he quickly ran to get a detonation device, then ran back for Usuha Izuki's review.

Usuha Izuki nodded and went to install the device.

Since everyone knew the failure rate was high and that the surrounding area would be blown through if it failed, everyone waited far away to avoid being caught in the explosion.

Hagiwara Kenji wanted to follow but was stopped by Usuha Izuki, so aside from Usuha Izuki and the bomb expert, no one else stayed in the building.

After an unknown amount of ti, Judy's phone suddenly rang. She looked closely and saw it was the bomb expert, quickly answering: "Hello?"

Calling her at a ti like this—had sothing gone wrong?!

"Is there, is there anyone who can stop, stop him?" The bomb expert was panting heavily, seemingly running.

Judy was confused, only knowing that 'him' referred to Samukawa Shinryu: "Stop him from what? What did he do?"

"He wants to... he wants to detonate directly!"

The bomb expert was running as if fleeing for his life. Judy could even hear the whooshing wind on his end.

This statent was confusing—wasn't making plastic explosives supposed to involve detonation anyway? But FBI minds worked quickly. Judy imdiately analyzed the specific situation based on the fact that the bomb expert was running away.

She was greatly shocked: "What?! You an he wants to detonate directly? Without getting far away?! Where is he now?!"

"Still at the original spot..." The bomb expert's heart was bitter.

With the attitude of learning from the big shot, he had cheerfully followed the big shot to the room where the bomb was placed, watched the big shot personally install the plastic explosive on the control box, then he had invited:

"Let's go, Samukawa-san. Everyone's waiting for us. Once we get there, we'll detonate this and try it."

The bomb expert's plan was that during such a long walk, it would definitely be boring to go empty-handed, so they'd surely chat about sothing, right? If he guided the conversation a bit, couldn't he chat and laugh with the big shot and maybe learn sothing?

But the big shot said: "Let's detonate first."

The bomb expert was stunned: "...? This distance is too dangerous. If it fails..."

"It won't fail." The big shot calmly picked up the detonation button, his dark red eyes having a kind of indifference that treated life as nothing, as if the person being watched would et death the next second. "If you're afraid..."

Before the big shot could finish, the bomb expert turned and ran!

Are you kidding? This wasn't the ti to be stubborn. When you need to run, you run! If you don't run, you'll lose your life!

Even if the big shot was incredibly capable, this plan's failure rate wouldn't drop much! Staying to bet on the big shot's skills—success might show trust and earn so favor, but failure ant his life. Forget it!

He wasn't actually that eager to learn!!!

Besides, the big shot not using asuring instrunts might not just be skill and confidence, but also so self-destructive tendencies!

What if he wasn't confident in his high skill level, but thought failure and death was no big deal?!

Geniuses more or less had strange world-weariness, but this one was particularly outrageous!

Although he couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, from Judy's words, Hagiwara Kenji could also deduce the situation there. His face imdiately changed drastically as he quickly pulled out his phone to call Usuha Izuki.

Hagiwara Kenji put it on speaker, listening to the dial tone feeling like every second was a year.

Fortunately, according to the ransom note, if it failed, the building would definitely explode—anyone with eyes could see it—so since it hadn't exploded yet, there should still be ti to stop him!

After an unknown amount of ti, maybe half a minute, maybe just one breath, Hagiwara Kenji heard his worrying friend's voice.

"Kenji?"

Hagiwara Kenji imdiately asked: "Are you okay? Co out quickly! The expert said you actually don't want to co out and want to detonate directly..."

Everyone around, including Kudo Yusaku and the FBI, held their breath, wanting to hear what the person involved was really thinking! Did he not want to live anymore?!

"Oh, already detonated. Done. The control system has malfunctioned. Just have soone move the bomb box and business can resu."

Everyone: "...???"

Complete silence.

Hagiwara Kenji was more used to this kind of stimulation and reacted fastest: "Why didn't you co back before detonating?"

"Too much ti wasted. Detonating now ans you can directly send people to clean up."

Hagiwara Kenji's ntality was about to collapse: "What if it failed—"

"There was no 'what if.'" That voice with its usual casual feeling said flatly, "I don't do things I'm not confident about."

Hagiwara Kenji didn't know how the call ended or what he himself had said, only feeling his heart beating violently.

...He felt like he hadn't co on vacation, but to undergo tribulation.

Kudo Yusaku didn't know what to say either: "Samukawa-kun this... um... is he occasionally like this, or always?"

Hagiwara Kenji's face was wooden as he began planning post-autumn reckoning: "Occasionally."

Kudo Yusaku looked at Matsuda Jinpei's expression and silently translated: Frequently.

The FBI side was still discussing with the bomb expert whether this was real or fake.

The bomb expert expressed his doubts, worried the other had actually done nothing and just wanted to trick them all back, then detonate and kill them all, taking everyone down with him.

"That guy's a lunatic!" The bomb expert, apparently stimulated by sothing, could no longer listen to reason.

Judy agreed in her heart but could only persuade in front of foreign colleagues: "Not necessarily... If he wanted to kill us, he has plenty of thods. No need to go through this trouble."

The bomb expert, who thought he'd nearly died, cald down a bit: "True."

Kudo Yusaku, who had witnessed the entire process: "............"

This thod of consolation was truly a first... He had inspiration again!

Finally, this phone call ended when their discussion subject tapped the bomb expert who was stopped halfway arguing on the phone from behind. The bomb expert scread and hung up.

Judy was a bit worried.

She had already felt Samukawa Shinryu didn't value his own life, and now confirming this point, she felt the danger level had doubled!

Judy thought for a mont, moved closer to Matsuda Jinpei, and quietly asked: "Excuse , do you have interviews to beco police in Japan? Do you focus on ntal health?"

"............"

Matsuda Jinpei wanted to say sothing but didn't know what to say, feeling a rare loss for words. After a long while, he dryly said: "...Yes, really."

Judy didn't look very convinced but still politely said: "Perhaps Samukawa-san should see a doctor."

Matsuda Jinpei was also fed up—going abroad once, not doing anything else, but first giving foreign friends a bizarre impression of his country's police...

Finally, the bomb expert reluctantly went back to check and found that indeed, as the other had said, the control box had been blown up without affecting the bomb box below. As long as there was no violent impact, it could be moved elsewhere for detonation. The hotel was now safe.

After confirming safety, the group returned to the hotel, planning to hold a summary eting.

At this point, the bomb expert's attitude changed again, like a chaleon, treating the other as a big shot again, showering him with endless flattery.

Such a high-difficulty plan with such low success rate had actually succeeded! And the process was smooth as flowing clouds and lifting heavy weights as if they were light—now he didn't think not using asuring instrunts was arrogance or unprofessional. He firmly believed this was the big shot's talent, that he was just that aweso!

If others did this and easily failed to et God, that only proved others weren't good enough!

Even the previously unfriendly FBI had to admit after such a display of skill that the foreign bomb expert was indeed impressive, coming forward one by one to cozy up to Usuha Izuki—knowing such an aweso big shot was their fortune! Arica had explosions every day, who could guarantee they wouldn't encounter such cases again?!

"I feel ashad of my previous prejudice." A very typical old white man felt a bit nervous facing the "Black Screen Aura" but still sincerely apologized, though he couldn't help asking unwillingly at the end, "Would you consider immigrating? If we encounter such cases again in the future..."

"No." Usuha Izuki refused without hesitation. "I think we won't have opportunities to et again."

The bomb expert had gone to pour juice for Usuha Izuki and returned just in ti to hear this, imdiately becoming anxious.

"Why?! Which prison are you in? I'll apply for visitation. Could you please not refuse?"

Everyone: "............"

The atmosphere froze. All the FBI looked at the bomb expert in shock, not understanding how he could say such things.

Judy's mouth twitched: "Um, this is a Japanese police officer... Didn't anyone tell you?!"

Bomb expert: "...???"

Wait, the idea that he was a big shot from prison helping police solve cases to reduce his sentence seed to be entirely his personal speculation, never verified... He had unconsciously taken it as fact!!!

A Hawaiian police officer coughed: "We ntioned it once, but he was studying the bomb at the ti and didn't seem to hear..."

The bomb expert stiffly turned his head and found the usually expressionless big shot showing a half-smiling expression.

The nearly fifty-year-old middle-aged man was so scared he almost cried, apologizing with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry..."

—You couldn't bla him for not guessing! What kind of terrifying human Gotham was Japan, where all police had this style?!