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Chapter 181: The Art of Explosion

"Put him in his Santana."

Noriko Amamiya waved her hand, and eight bodyguards swarmed forward and pressed the Santana man tightly.

"Hey——!! If you don't want to drink, you won't drink. You don't need to call anyone, right?!"

The Santana man wanted to scream, but he was pushed down by seven big men and his whole body was pressed tightly against the wall. His face was rubbed against the wall and he struggled to struggle.

"Oh? You just didn't act like you would drink if I told you not to. Do you want to force me to take me to a bar, or go directly to a hotel?"

Amamiya Noriko was admiring his miserable condition from the side, and ordered a person to search his cell phone from his body. There seemed to be nothing else, and she said casually while fiddling with the cell phone.

"You actually need a password?"

At the current level of technology in Conan World, most mobile phones can be unlocked by pressing the hash key or the green call button while pressing the menu, purely to prevent accidental touches.

This guy's password actually requires four digits, and it seems he can only enter numbers.

But she didn't even bother to think about how many ways to combine four digits or 10 digits with four digits. There were 10,000 ways, so she asked him directly: "What's the password?"

The Santana man seemed to have thought of something, and a scared expression suddenly appeared on his face, but he immediately preferred to die.

"Are you having any luck?"

Noriko Amamiya narrowed her eyes slightly, easily seeing through his thoughts.

That's pretty much the same. Gin probably wasn't coming towards him this time, and he probably happened to be on his way when he discovered his motorcycle.

So…

Noriko Amamiya looked at him and smiled softly, but the beauty's charming smile shattered the luck in Santana's heart.

He vaguely felt that this woman was very similar to that organization in terms of danger!

"you…"

Asking the bodyguard to stand aside and keep a distance, Noriko Amamiya looked at the Santana man who didn't dare to move unless he was held down.

Amamiya Noriko opened her thin lips and smiled softly: "You should know what will happen if you betray the organization's information, right?"

The Santana man was sweating profusely and tried to explain in a panic; "I, I know, I was just obsessed for the moment -"

"Shh-"

Noriko Amamiya raised a slender index finger with a charming smile: "What's the password?"

"0304…"

Santana man felt from her tone that this was his last chance, as if if he didn't take the initiative to confess, the other party would let him die on the spot.

To be honest, there is still a glimmer of hope, right?!! Na!

Amamiya Noriko looked at his pupils that were infinitely dilated due to fear. After trying that the password was correct, she smiled with satisfaction: "Think about it carefully, and there is nothing else that should be explained."

"...No more, really no more, sir, I -"

Halfway through his words, Amamiya Noriko waved her hands, and the bodyguards swarmed him, making him unable to move? He was speechless.

"Throw it back on Santana."

"Yes! Miss."

The leader waved his hand, and eight bodyguards carried him to the parking lot to look for the Santana car.

You can vaguely hear him shouting with all his strength in the end: "You call someone! If you have the ability to fight in a one-on-one fight - uh uh uh -!!"

"Is it possible that I still need to talk about martial ethics?"

Amamiya Noriko curled her lips and looked at the lost uncle next to her: "Uncle, have you seen it? Is he a bad guy? Want to strike up a conversation and threaten me? I just put him back in his car."

“…”

The uncle waved his hand and said he couldn't afford to offend her. He thought she was as easy to talk to as the cute little girl before? In fact, this one is indeed a little bit older.

Looking at a parking lot job is too difficult for an old man like him.

Noriko Amamiya spread her hands and glanced into the parking lot.

Eight bodyguards stuffed the Santana man into the white Santana car? They turned around and left as soon as the door was closed? There was no sloppiness at all.

A new bodyguard expressed a little doubt: "What happened to that young lady was terrible, but why did she just put her in the car in the end?"

The leader glared: "What do you think? Our security company is only responsible for leasing security personnel, and we will not do anything illegal!"

"It makes sense."

The eight bodyguards left with professional steps.

In the black Porsche on the side, Vodka looked at the eight bodyguards who pulled the target person over, threw him into the car, and then left directly. They had no choice but to put back the guns they had originally taken out.

"Brother, what do they mean? It sounds like it has nothing to do with us."

Gin was already mentally prepared for any situation. He put away his gun calmly and said calmly: "Don't be careless."

From what I heard, it seems that the target person provoked their eldest daughter.

Gin thought about the characteristics of the target person.

Greedy and lustful? With a criminal record of sexual harassment, you can guess what happened.

As for which lady to talk about? The first thing Gin thought of was of course Amamiya-girl.

But from the information collected, it seems that Ms. Amamiya is sometimes lively? But overall she has a soft personality? This kind of order to jam people into the car is not in line with her personality.

"Have you had contact with the target person? You can see if you can see him when you leave the parking lot later. Moreover, that motorcycle may be related to this young lady."

Gin took out a cigarette at random and lit it with the cigarette lighter in the car, already having a plan in his mind.

"Brother, the target seems to be activated."

Vodka saw that the Santana was on fire and reported quickly.

Gin sipped his cigarette butt, and was almost certain that the target person was dead, so he turned his gaze towards the exit of the parking lot: "Keep your distance and follow."

"Follow? Brother, how did you set up the bomb this time?"

Vodka waited for Santana to leave first, and then he followed. Hearing this, he couldn't help but be curious.

Because the last time I dealt with the rat on the periphery of the organization, my eldest brother was very clever and set the detonation node in reverse gear. The rat had to go into reverse gear when it wanted to get out of the parking space on the roadside.

Before that, you have to endure the heavy pressure of igniting the car and buckling the seat belt. The moment you relax and prepare to leave, you put the car in reverse gear and explode.

The eldest brother can be said to have mastered psychological thinking to the extreme.

As expected of a big brother.

It made him curious about how Big Brother set it up this time?

When Gin heard this, he bit his cigarette butt and grinned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he showed a cruel smile, but he was not ready to say anything.

This is art. It’s all explained and there’s no feeling at all.

Seeing his elder brother's smile, Vodka became even more puzzled, but at least he understood, so don't ask any more questions.

Seeing that Santana was already heading for the exit of the parking lot, he started the vodka and kept a distance to follow.

When passing by the entrance of the parking lot, Gin looked at each other with Amamiya Noriko who was at the entrance of the parking lot.

It's just that Amamiya Noriko's Bailey Sweet appearance at this time, he could only see that this exquisite appearance was a bit mixed-race but mostly oriental beauty, and the strange woman who could be called a beauty also took a look inside his car.

On the face with picturesque eyebrows, some dark blue eyes blinked lightly, as if they glanced accidentally, and there was an elusive smile on the corner of the mouth.

Just passing by in the car, the two looked at each other. Gin was not sure of anything. This woman was not the same type as the eldest lady Noriko Amamiya.

Noriko Amamiya watched Gin's Porsche follow Santana away, and looked at the seized mobile phone in her hand. This guy got out of the parking lot alive.

"Could Master Qin have set the fifth-speed explosion?"

Amamiya Noriko touched her chin. With Qin Ye's habit of being cold-blooded and cruel, wouldn't there be some psychological torture before the explosion?

Riho Chieda then drove out of the parking lot. When passing by the door, she couldn't help but glance at the black-haired beauty with eight bodyguards in black behind her. She suspected that it was Noriko Amamiya, but she couldn't

Sure.

She had seen her eldest daughter's disguise technique before, and had tried changing her face in front of others, but with Amamiya Noriko's skill as a trumpet player, Chieda Riho couldn't be sure that this was her eldest daughter.

Noriko Amamiya was not prepared to recognize each other in person like this. She had already sent a message to Riho Chieda asking her to wait for her at the art museum.

Riho Chieda drove away.

Amamiya Noriko guessed that Gin and the others had gone far, so she called back the truck that did not leave after loading the motorcycle, but was instead spinning on the road outside.

Because some places in the city are like this. You may have to walk a few kilometers to make a U-turn, and some places are turning in circles. The truck stopped and came back after a while, instructing eight bodyguards to move the motorcycle out of the car again. Noriko Amamiya

It means they can leave.

The money will naturally be settled later by the Amamiya Foundation, which cooperates with their security company.

The eight bodyguards were professional and would not mess around. After confirming that the employer had no other needs, they got into the van they drove and prepared to leave.

Noriko Amamiya reminded the leader by the way and suggested going to other districts. The urban area here might be a bit dangerous for him.

After all, if this guy performed as he said, Gin would definitely remember him.

If he dared to make a decision about his beloved car that he had been driving for so many years and was unwilling to replace it, Gin should have put him on the list of people who could arrange for his sudden death.

The van carrying the bodyguard started and the lead bodyguard was still a little confused after getting on the road.

Why did the eldest lady suddenly suggest that she change her place to hang out in a warning tone?

I obviously felt that this young lady wanted to reward me with a car before. Is it an illusion?

I don't understand...

After a while, the leading bodyguard suddenly saw the white Santana out of the car window, and the old black Porsche not far behind Santana.

With a thought in his mind, he asked his men to drive slower and stay far behind them.

The subordinate reminded: "Boss, we don't do anything illegal."

"Of course, we are professionals, but we can learn more about the information that has offended our valued VIP customers."

"As expected of the boss, professional."

The leader nodded naturally, otherwise how could he understand the meaning of the mysterious words that the young lady said to him.

So behind Santana, in addition to a black Porsche 356A, there was another van.

Santana man was driving while operating his new phone with one hand. He had just come out of the parking lot and stopped on the road to buy a new phone. After all, his old phone had been robbed, so there was nothing he could do.

Putting the new phone aside casually, he exhaled. It was actually pretty good, at least he survived.

To be honest, when he was first put into his car, he was absolutely heartbroken. According to the style of the organization that is more terrifying than a terrorist organization, it is probably not surprising that he would be blown up in the car the next second.

But after a while, nothing happened, and the eight tough men left. He tried to open the door, but there was no response.

While he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he wanted to leave that dangerous place in the parking lot as soon as possible. When he lit the ignition, he trembled for a long time. Isn't it often seen in movies, the kind that explodes as soon as it ignites?

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he lit the fire and didn't get blown up. After that, he buckled his seat belt, put it in gear, stepped on the clutch and accelerator, but nothing happened. He was really exhausted and collapsed.

Fortunately it's okay.

So when he drove down the street, he could still be in the mood to buy a mobile phone.

Seeing that the intersection on the elevated highway was approaching, he felt very comfortable. Fortunately, he sold information about that dangerous organization and made a lot of money. It seemed that his life was not in danger.

Although I was frightened by that stinky bitch for a while, it's not a big deal, just be frightened and it'll be fine as long as everything is fine.

For the rest of your life, you will inevitably feel like this is not the case.

"Play some music."

Santana stretched out his hand to press the car music switch. Suddenly, the woman's overly beautiful face flashed in his mind, giving him the impression that she was as dangerous as she was beautiful.

"Could it be that you tampered with the car audio switch?"

His hands trembled slightly, fear suddenly shot up from the soles of his feet to his head, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Huh, if I don't listen to music, won't it be fine?"

He stretched out his hand and wiped away the cold sweat, then laughed.

"Ha, that's it, that's it."

Seeing that the elevated highway was already in front of him, he could break away from the low-speed driving in the neighborhood, leave this place of right and wrong quickly, take the money to find a place, or just go abroad to enjoy the fast travel. He grinned, stretched out his hand and hung up his five fingers.

files.

I was about to press the accelerator, but when I moved my ears, I suddenly heard some strange sounds.

"Tick tock -"

A subtle, unhurried electronic ticking sound suddenly sounded in the car. His heart couldn't help but beat a little. It was as if he couldn't control it. He was dominated by this sound and couldn't maintain the beating frequency of his heart.

"bomb..."

Just as he thought about this thought in his mind, fear, fear, and despair all surged up at once. He wanted to escape, but it was over in the next second.

"boom--!!!"

With regret that he could not feel before his death, the Santana man and his Santana car were suddenly enveloped in the huge flames produced by the explosion.

The nearby vehicles on the road were frightened. Some slammed on the brakes, some turned the steering wheel and even hit the roadside. A black Porsche 356A calmly burned into a ball of fire under the light of the explosion.

The Santana sedan passed by.

You can vaguely see, under the firelight, Gin's face with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth next to the window of the Porsche.

The van that followed also made a sudden stop. The eight bodyguards in the car were frightened. They were pretending to be professionals. What kind of real scene was this?

Could this be their doing?


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