Hojo Natsuki: “…”
Or, how about adding a character who is just an ordinary person but surprisingly good at fighting
In Port Mafia where there are many experts, he is a newbie.
But there is a strict hierarchy among the vegetable dogs. Ordinary people outside are cabbages in the rotten fields, and Hojo Natsuki is an emerald white jade vegetable dog.
If the combat power of an untrained young man who only has the habit of exercising is 2, and that of one with certain fighting skills is 3-4, then the comprehensive physical skills level of the Port Mafia action team members is above 6 - similar to that of the organization's action team.
If Hojo Natsuki is put into this criterion, he would fall into an awkward middle position: 5 points.
AKA the boss of the Frog Factory, a man whose real combat power is only 5!
This means that he is fully capable of dealing with sudden crises in life, such as the bomber who suddenly decided to hold him hostage.
This thought was cut short when Furutani Rei suddenly appeared at the stairs. The blond youth was still wearing the uniform issued by the factory, and he looked out of place at the kidnapping scene.
Hojo Natsuki choked again: "?"
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The battle cat came so quickly, it is indeed an excellent traitor.
When Kudo Shinichi heard the noise, he turned around and looked at Fūya, confused as to what was going on with this screwworker who suddenly showed up.
I was very alert, worried that he was an accomplice of the bomber.
"Don't come over here!" The bomber took two steps back.
During the movement, the dagger scraped the skin on Hojo Natsuki's neck, and the blood mark turned from light to dark.
Fūya Rei folded his arms around his shoulders, looking casual, as if he didn't care about the life or death of the hostages at all, and looked at the bomber with interest.
At this moment, he is codenamed member 'Bourbon' and should not care about the life and death of ordinary people. His only goal is to complete the tasks assigned by the Boss.
"You are the criminal who sent the threatening letter." He looked the bomber up and down, and said word by word, "Why did you suddenly take hostages? The eighth bomb should be placed here, right? That is the most effective deterrent..."
Fūya Rei's eyes rolled and he quickly assessed the situation on the scene.
Next to him was a junior high school student who was less than 170 cm tall. He looked worried and serious, and it was obvious that he knew the hostage. For some reason, the criminal did not choose the junior high school student who was easier to target, but instead took a young man around 20 years old hostage.
The hostages gave him a familiar feeling.
His appearance is not ordinary, or rather, it is difficult to completely forget him once you have met him once. Furuya Rei is a professionally trained policeman, and he is sure that he has seen this hostage before. As for why he has no impression of his face... Yes, he has a toy factory ID around his neck, so he may have seen this person from behind by chance in the park.
There are surveillance cameras on the rooftop and his identity cannot be exposed. He must disguise himself as "Bourbon" and cleverly rescue the hostages.
Fūya Ling spoke slowly, and with his hands in his pockets, he quietly dialed Zhufu Jingguang's number, tapped the receiving hole with his fingers, and typed in Morse code to transmit the message.
He continued to the bomber: "Let me guess, the reason you are panicking and holding hostages now is that you have lost your biggest bargaining chip. ... The eighth bomb failed, right?"
Hojo Natsuki remained motionless, curling his lips: "..."
It is true.
He guessed what had happened during those five or six minutes.
It’s not because “automatic hosting” is invalid.
At present, the entire toy factory is in a signal-blocking state, and remote control is ineffective. The bomb maker can only manually adjust the eighth bomb.
When Hojo Natsuki in Yokohama answered the phone, Frog Factory Natsuki (the clone version) rushed to the rooftop first, locked the rooftop door, and spent a few minutes to defuse the bomb at the speed of light.
This is in line with the logic of his behavior. The toy factory is private property and is sacred and inviolable. If it were him, he would also confirm the status of the bomb as soon as possible to ensure that it would not be detonated.
The door was locked, and the bomber kept banging on it. After five minutes, he finally broke it in.
But the bomb had failed and the man was unable to rage.
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Then, Hojo Natsuki connected to the game cabin. It took about ten seconds to log in. When it was in the [Player Logging In] state, the system detected that he was connecting and no longer took corresponding actions based on his behavioral logic.
Frog Factory Natsuki (the clone version) had his eyes blank and was punished to stand where he was.
Kudo Shinichi followed closely behind. When the bomber saw someone, he panicked and thought it was a policeman. He picked up the dazed hostage who was given to him for free as a bargaining chip.
However, the one who came was Kudo Shinichi, whose brains and bad luck were different from those of ordinary people.
At this point, Hojo Natsuki himself successfully landed and found himself the unlucky one.
Hearing what Furuya Rei said, the bomber laughed out loud: "Ha! Who do you think you are?"
When he moved, the blade cut deeper.
Two more streaks of blood oozed out of the scar on Hojo Natsuki's neck, winding down. The wound was narrow and thin, so it didn't hurt.
The bomber was full of energy and did not show any pretense at all. However, at a close distance, the slightest movement of his body clearly told Hojo Natsuki that he had been guessed.
Fūya Ling raised an eyebrow and began to buy time for the sniper, Zhufu Jingguang, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't be so excited, I don't have any weapons. In fact, I am curious, how did you get into the toy factory?"
Bomber: "You are a plainclothes policeman, right? Don't even think about it..."
At this moment, Hojo Natsuki found an opportunity to escape.
He elbowed back, hitting the man's unprotected abdomen with his elbow fiercely and without any hesitation; at the same time, his other hand grabbed the man's knife-holding wrist and broke his wrist bone with skillful force - the man screamed in pain, and the dagger stained with a small amount of blood fell to the ground with a clang.
In the blink of an eye, he was thrown out by Hojo Natsuki's shoulder and rolled twice on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.
The bomber quickly stood up, staggered two steps, and tried to pick up the dagger, but Fūya Rei reacted faster and rushed forward to subdue the man in a few moves.
Kudo Shinichi put away his dagger and kept a distance from the opponent.
"Brother Hojo, I didn't expect you to be so powerful." Kudo Shinichi said dryly, "I thought..."
Hojo Natsuki opened his mouth and uttered a very natural excuse: "I was always bullied when I was in school, so I learned self-defense skills. Don't look at me like this, I'm actually quite good at fighting."
Kudo Shinichi nodded seriously: "I see."
Hojo Natsuki: "Give me the knife. It's too dangerous for you to hold it."
Kudo Shinichi handed it to him obediently.
Hojo Natsuki smiled and said "It's so dirty", wiped the blood from his neck, and then wiped the blood from the knife.
Even so, DNA can still be extracted. He will never make such an unforgivable and low-level mistake. He will find a perfect opportunity later and secretly dispose of the murder weapon while no one is paying attention.
The bomber's hands were clamped by Furiya Rei. Like a fish out of water, he struggled to move his body and cursed viciously: "You will all die here..."
Furuya Rei asked back: "Really?"
Hojo Natsuki pretended not to hear anything. He raised his hand to block the sunlight from above and turned to the direction of Administrative Building A. He struggled to find Kurosawa Jin's figure. He felt a little uneasy. "I got away with my own strength. He shouldn't be so angry, right?"
However, a bullet buzzed through the air, moving from far to near in his sight. This brief moment was stretched into a slow motion - it spun at high speed, passing through the wind, through the hot sunlight, and accurately hit the bomber's face.
The bullet spun at high speed, penetrating his brain through the bridge of his nose, leaving a bloody cavity.
The person who was struggling violently under the suppression of Fōtani Zero in the last second suddenly relaxed his muscles and took a break.
Fūya Rei was stunned for a moment.
If it weren't for Jingguang, there wouldn't be enough time. And Jingguang couldn't kill him in this situation.
So, who is the member in the toy factory who is good at sniping at this time
Almost instantly, that dreaded code name suddenly came to his mind—Gin!
This is the worst case scenario. Gin has never been a merciful person, and too many innocent witnesses have died under his hands.
The lives of these two ordinary people at the scene
Just in his flash of thought.
Fūya Rei tensed his muscles and whispered a warning from his throat: "Go!"
He jumped up, grabbed the arm of Kudo Shinichi, who was closest to him, and pulled him into the rooftop attic.
Looking back, the handsome black-haired young man was standing still, his eyes scattered in the air with a calm expression.
Just as Fūya Rei was about to speak, a gunshot rang out before him.
That's too late!
Shocked, his gray-purple pupils shrank slightly and his breathing slowed down for a moment.
—However, the expected scene of being shot and falling to the ground did not happen.
The second shot hit the bomber again, this time in the middle of his eyebrows. As if worried that the man was still alive, he fired another shot.
This is not Gin's style.
Fūya Rei frowned slightly.
The third bullet followed and landed on the line between the center of the eyebrows and the bullet hole in the face. It was a cold and violent show of skill, and it seemed to be venting some unspoken anger.
It was as if the sniper in the distance was in a state of rage, and taking his life with one shot was far from enough to erase his brutality.
Another shot.
The person who was shot is still a prisoner on the ground.
He couldn't be deader.
Furukaya Rei turned to look at the unharmed Hojo Natsuki, seemingly thinking about something.
Kudo Shinichi also sensed something was wrong and took two steps back cautiously. He originally thought it was a police sniper, but...
He knew that they probably had hundreds of doubts in their minds, but they had no time to think about how to deal with them.
In fact, for the purpose of teasing cats and dogs, Hojo Natsuki specifically ordered Strawberry Beer to scrap all the police cars at the door. When the police returned to the team after work and found that none of the scooters survived, he would let Furuya Rei act as the driver and drive the park bus to take the police back to the Metropolitan Police Department. As the factory director, he would also get on the bus and chat with Hagiwara Matsuda...
But now, Kurosawa Jin is very angry.
I can't care about anything else.
"I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first." Hojo Natsuki said to Kudo Shinichi, "Kudo-kun, you have my number, right? When the police come, please give them my number. I will cooperate with the investigation."
After saying that, without waiting for Kudo's response, he slipped into the stairwell and ran down the stairs.
The moment Fūya Rei saw him turn and leave, he finally remembered where he had seen this man before.
That day, in the shopping mall, there were overlapping figures in front of the glass curtain wall.
—He is Gin’s lover.
Furiya Ling sneered in his heart, and thought sarcastically: "Does that gentleman know?"
Thinking of this, he walked towards the stairs decisively.
Kudo Shinichi: "Hey, you..."
Before going downstairs, Furuya Rei turned his head and gave Kudo Shinichi a standard fake smile, imitating what Hojo Natsuki said: "I also have something urgent to do. Sorry to bother you, Kudo-kun."
The man flashed so fast that his footsteps made no sound.
Kudo Shinichi: “…”
Kudo Shinichi was helpless. He could only stay here alone and wait for the police to arrive.
He kept ruminating on the thrilling scene in his mind, with a little fear still in his heart. He walked around the rooftop carefully and soon found the eighth bomb that had been dismantled.
There are too few clues at the moment to determine who did it.
However, it was placed blatantly on the rooftop water tank and could be seen by looking up. It was very likely that the members of the explosives disposal team dismantled it during their carpet search, causing the bomber's plot to fail inadvertently.
Kudo Shinichi had a strange premonition that this might have been demolished by his young and handsome neighbor. After all, the other party had not shown any level of physical skills before, and he was gentle and polite, but he was unlucky and prone to encountering criminals. He was really a hidden talent.
But what if Hojo Natsuki's 'bad luck' was intentional? For example...
"For example, is he... an undercover policeman?" Kudo Shinichi thought aimlessly.
He looked at his phone again. The three rectangles in the upper right corner were empty. There was still no signal.
He could only continue to wander around on the rooftop, reluctantly guarding the bomber's body while waiting for the police.
A few minutes later, Kudo Shinichi leaned on the railing of the rooftop and overlooked the entire park.
Although the industrial park was completed in recent years, it exudes a new and vibrant feeling everywhere.
He turned his head, and before he could match the buildings with the names on the floor plan, his sight was immediately caught by the figures moving below.
Kudo Shinichi saw his neighbor who had left early because of an emergency.
The other person was walking next to a silver-haired man.
His eyesight was excellent, and at this moment he hated his own excellent eyesight, so he could see that this gay couple was actually playing the disgusting game of "you hold my hand and I avoid you".
Who on earth can, after a thrilling moment of life and death, immediately throw away the shock and fear and go find his lover to be affectionate and affectionate as if nothing had happened
My eyes hurt. Kudo Shinichi turned around expressionlessly, closed his eyes, and covered his eyelids with his palms.
Neighbors are not necessarily undercover police officers.
But it must be a gay!
The scene that hurt Kudo Shinichi's eyes was actually not what he imagined.
"I know I was wrong." Hojo Natsuki fluently apologized and reached out to touch Kurosawa Jin's fingers. "It was just an accident."
The other person walked very quickly, without stopping for even half a second, and shook off his hand.
So he continued to explain.
"I am a mafia after all, you have to believe that I can... Didn't I counterattack before you made a move?"
"I know I was wrong. I did not do it right. I will definitely change."
"I should have listened to you."
"It is my fault."
"Pay attention to me."
"Kurosawa Jin, pay attention to me."
After doing this several times, Kurosawa Jin had mastered the rhythm of extending his hand, and was able to accurately retract his hand when Xia Shu was about to touch him, without letting him even touch his sleeve.
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
He continued to apologize.
"His holding me hostage was also part of his plan."
"There are actually eight bombs in the park."
“…I was too self-righteous!”
"I was wrong! I will change!"
"Kurosawa Formation—"
Hojo Natsuki followed him all the way from Administrative Building A to the entrance of the park.
For several hundred meters, he repeated these words of weakness and submission, a mixture of true and false, over and over again, emptying his vocabulary, but still failed to move Kurosawa, who was enveloped in anger.
The other party didn't even slow down.
The Porsche stopped at the intersection two hundred meters away from the park. If this continued, Kurosawa would get in the car and leave, leaving him far behind.
In this situation, he was in the wrong. If he ignored the situation and waited for others to calm down, the result would only be worse.
Hojo Natsuki quickly weighed the pros and cons, and found that he didn't have much time left, not enough for him to ask for help online.
In just a few dozen seconds, while he apologized with sweet words, he went through the relevant fragments in his memory, searching for methods that could be learned from. Unfortunately, his poor emotional life was like a test paper with poor scores. The answers were scattered and there was no standard solution.
He even thought of the Samoyed that lived next door when he was a child. When the white dog did something wrong and was scolded by the mistress, it would droop its ears and then... pretend to be lame.
It looked like it had a broken leg, with its front legs tucked up and it limping as it walked. Combined with its naturally innocent expression, it was quite lovable and made one no longer angry.
Learning from the dog, something seems to be wrong.
But, try it, there is really no better way.
Hojo Natsuki quickened his pace, pretending to kick the steps, and stumbled, then fell sideways very skillfully, making a deliberate sound as he fell: "Hiss—"
Kurosawa Jin stopped in his tracks for a moment.
He turned around and looked down at him from a few meters away.
Hojo Natsuki hugged her ankle, glanced at him, and did not continue to apologize. She just turned her gaze away without saying a word and stared at him.
Looking at her own toes, her expression restrained.
It was another silent tug of war.
Soon, he heard Kurosawa Jin walking towards him and knew that the other party was giving in to him again.
Kurosawa Jin squatted down, grasped his left ankle with his slightly cool fingertips, and checked the injury.
It wasn't long before he concluded, "Nothing."
Of course, Hojo Natsuki was not injured at all, but he would cry out in pain and look at me sincerely: "It hurts so much, please take another look. Maybe I have injured my bones, which cannot be seen from the outside."
Add a little bit of appropriate performance - holding on to the other person's shoulders, trying to stand up, and the left foot simply can't support it.
His acting was so exquisite that he could deceive any ordinary person who saw this scene and arouse their sympathy; but in front of Kurosawa, who was often injured, it was undoubtedly a clumsy performance.
They knew this very well.
Kurosawa Jin withdrew his gaze from his ankle, raised his eyes and stared at him without saying a word.
The seemingly calm green eyes were surging with cold scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible anger. His gaze finally fixed on the wound on Xia Shu's neck. The air around him dropped to zero, suffocatingly cold and stagnant.
The blazing rage was sealed in tiny, silent movements, ready to break through the ice at any moment.
He could cause trouble at any time.
Before the other party could speak, Hojo Natsuki blinked and said nonchalantly: "It hurts, it hurts a lot. I can't stand up or walk now. Carry me."
“…Take me home.”
He spoke in a frank tone and made an offer to Kurosawa Jin that could not be refused.
(End of this chapter)