MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 11 Tokyo Tower Bombing 3

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Inside Tokyo Tower.

On the road, he has learned the basic situation through the car radio. Trapped on the nearly suspended fifteenth floor observation deck, the hostage was a young child who was supposed to have been kidnapped by prisoners during the chaos in Tokyo Tower. The Tokyo Tower, where the previous explosion occurred, was close to the top, but there were no casualties at all.

Now in the entire Tokyo Tower, there is only one hostage that cannot move with a time bomb tied to him.

This will be his best stage, just don't know how the prisoner is going to get revenge on him.

The young policeman stepped into the elevator without hesitation, but instead of going straight to the observation deck on the fifteenth floor as others expected, he chose the twenty-first floor, which had not yet exploded.

The thick smoke from the top of the tower did not spread to this floor. Looking around, it could be seen that the prisoners had not planted bombs here.

He went all the way down the fire stairs, loading the bomb as planned.

The prisoner destroyed the CCTV in advance, so that he did not need to think about whether his actions would be discovered.

Similarly, all the personnel on this tower have been evacuated, and he does not need to worry that someone will find these bombs in advance before twelve o'clock.

There will be no casualties, and the power of the bombs is very small, but the huge bursts of explosions they will bring will be the best umbrella for organizational tasks.

But at this moment, his heart could not calm down. The floors above the observation deck are all safe. What kind of trump card did the prisoner bury to be able to abolish such a big setback just to lead him to Tokyo Tower.

Such doubts were answered after he overlooked the hostage trapped in the observation deck on the fifteenth floor through two flights of stairs.

It seemed to be a very small child, and Xin Haikong could only see the black top of his hair. The hostages were tied to the pillars in the middle of the viewing platform for support. The entire viewing platform is a glass structure. Once an explosion occurs, even a small explosion, the viewing platform may collapse.

And most importantly, through the completely transparent glass, the crowd below can clearly see the figure on the top. If he steps on the observation deck, no one can guarantee that the prisoner who has been watching below will take the opportunity to detonate the bomb on the hostage, and by the way, blow up the entire observation deck and let him fall from a high altitude.

But if he doesn't set foot on the observation deck, he will be seen as a policeman, in the presence of everyone. Disappointed, nothing more than that.

This is roasting him on the fire.

There are ten minutes left in the countdown, what should he do.

·

"The Asahi Shimbun broadcasts it in real time for you. At present, the hostages are still trapped on the observation deck on the fifteenth floor. The countdown to the bomb continues, but the police cannot enter the Tokyo Tower."

"The prisoner named a police officer to enter the Tokyo Tower. What kind of personal grudge does this police officer named Shinkai and Sky have with the prisoner? The bomb will explode in ten minutes, and the Shinkai and Sky police officer is still hesitating whether to enter the observation deck. "

"Will the new sea and air police officer be able to save the hostages, or will they disappear into this world forever along with this Tokyo landmark?"

The young female reporter spoke in a tone that sounded a little worried.

Live broadcasts by the news media spread panic to every corner of Tokyo.

There was a massive traffic jam near Tokyo Tower, and everyone wanted to run in the opposite direction. Of course, a certain political dignitary who was going to pass through this section of the road was also blocked at the junction of Mihua and Cuphu.

Matsuda Jinping, who borrowed a motorcycle to shuttle from car to car, finally arrived at the scene, but just happened to hear the vicious report of the female reporter of the Asahi Shimbun.

Again. Seven years ago, if it weren't for the excessive media replaying the long-term case, the fugitive prisoner mistakenly thought that the bomb had not been stopped, and ran to the public phone booth to call the police to tell the police how to stop the bomb. After almost being discovered by the police, he fled. If he was hit by a car and killed in the middle, the remaining prisoners would not choose to detonate another bomb, and Hagihara would not be killed, and the prisoners would not retaliate against the police again and again.

Seven years ago it was also because of you journalists. And now because of you journalists.

And he didn't even have the chance to enter the Tokyo Tower to accompany Xin Haikong. Matsuda Jinping fell to his knees.

There was only the gray-white cement floor in sight, and he didn't even have the courage to look up at the observation deck in mid-air.

"Whoo-hoo-"

The phone in my pocket vibrated.

·

There are ten minutes left.

It's too late to open the forum to find a solution. If he does not help him, not only would he be a great dereliction of duty as a police officer, but his reputation in the forum would also plummet.

But this prisoner made it clear that he had a grudge against him. Once he set foot on the viewing platform, he would surely die. It seems that there are two choices, but in fact, the ultimate direction is failure.

If things really can't be resolved, dying here with the hostages is probably the best way out for him.

The kind policeman could not rescue the hostage until the last moment, but his sense of responsibility made him unable to abandon it, so he had to die calmly.

Old-fashioned, but useful. Like fireworks blooming in the air. Even if someone really wants to reveal his identity later, readers on the forum may consider the dead as the greatest.

Such negative thoughts stopped when he saw the hostages tied to the center of the observation deck.

If anyone else was tied there, even an adult, Xin Haikong would not be so at ease as at this moment.

But it happened to be Edogawa Conan.

Just kidding, have you ever seen a manga where the protagonist dies before it's finished? Not to mention that the little detective is proficient in bombing skills, and his strength far exceeds his half-baked policeman.

He even felt that he didn't use it anymore, the little detective would definitely be able to defuse the bomb by himself.

Xin Haikong couldn't hide his joy.

"Officer Xinhai!" Conan was also delighted when he saw Xinhaikong, but returned to seriousness in the next second, "Please don't set foot on the observation deck!"

Sure enough, getting along with the little detective is just comfortable. He doesn't even need to explain, he can understand it in advance.

Xin Haikong clearly added Conan's unspoken words, "Does the prisoner who kidnapped Conan-kun have a grudge against me? If I set foot on the observation deck to defuse the bomb, he will immediately detonate the bomb on Conan-kun."

Conan nodded excitedly. "Not only that, he also installed improvised bombs on the other two brackets of the viewing platform, and these bombs will explode at twelve o'clock!"

This viewing platform is extended from the original building, and is mainly supported by the pillar in the middle, and is supported by two diagonal pillars in the outer left and right corners.

Bombs are now installed on all three support columns.

The prisoner could let the three bombs on the viewing platform explode at any time, but Xin Haikong could never set foot on the viewing platform.

This is a dead end game for him.

The only way to survive is—

Xin Haikong's eyes fell on Conan. The prisoner probably never thought that the elementary school student he had tied at random would defuse the bomb, so he didn't tie Conan's hand, but tied him and the bomb to the central pillar with the same rope.

This made it impossible for Conan to leave the center of the observation deck, but he could touch the bomb.

"It's okay, let me see that time bomb first, can you open the lid?"

Xin Haikong showed a reassuring smile. Although he would not defuse bombs, three minutes would be enough for such a bomb. He clenched the phone in his hand.

Conan took out the gadget he was carrying with him from his belt, unscrewed the screw on the bomb shell, and took off the shell.

The simplest time bomb is a parallel circuit with two branches, one with the huge resistor of the time bomb on it, and the other without the resistor. Under normal circumstances, the current will all flow through the branch without resistance. When the preset timing point is reached, or when artificially detonated, the current will flow through the branch with the time bomb.

[Just cut the wires that are connected to the time bomb...]

"Kun Conan, as long as you can cut the wire connected to the time bomb, you can remove the bomb."

[Look at the interface of each line first. ]

"Kun Conan, use your left hand to follow the yellow line, and your right hand to follow the red line, and slowly slide over. We see that the yellow line on the left has one connector, and the red line on the right has two connectors... "

Xin Haikong's off-site guidance is very amateur, but Conan, who would have defused bombs, cooperated perfectly with him.

[Pay attention to the red and blue wires, and reconfirm the connection of the two wires. ]

"Uh, is the fire wire the red one? Or the blue one? Matsuda..." Xin Haikong was still tangled.

Conan had already taken one step ahead of him with his knife and cut off the blue line.

Shinkai held his breath in fright, staring at the bomb timer.

The numbers above stop at five minutes and ten seconds.

The time bomb was removed, but there were still bombs that Conan couldn't reach on the two outer support columns.

Xin Haikong still can't enter the viewing platform, but Conan should be able to run out before the prisoner can react.

But is it really that simple?

Why on earth did the prisoner harbor so much ill will towards him and let him go after he was brought to Tokyo Tower?

"Conan, don't move, we have to pretend that the bomb has not been defused. The prisoner sees something wrong and may detonate the bomb at any time."

Xin Haikong looked around and set his sights on the fire emergency box in the hall. He smashed the glass of the emergency box with his elbow and tied the fire hydrant inside to himself.

"Conan-kun, I'll count three seconds later. Once the three seconds are up, run directly towards the hall and I'll catch you!"

"three!"

"Wait, Officer Xinhai! I can't go!"

"Whoa-"

A metallic crash.

Shinkai's eyes were fixed on the chain that Conan was holding in his hands.

Conan's feet were tied to the central pillar with iron chains, except for the wire that tied the bomb!

·

under the tower.

Everyone is looking up at the observation deck on the fifteenth floor. With a distance of fifteen floors, even in sunny weather, they couldn't see what the people above were doing, and could only see where the figures were.

Through the transparent glass, you can see that the hostages are still staying in the center of the viewing platform, while the police are still staying at the edge of the viewing platform.

There were only five minutes left, and the police had not moved.

Even the onlookers were booed with dissatisfaction, not to mention the media who love to add fuel to the fire.

"We can see that the Xinhai police officer still did not choose to enter the viewing platform to save the hostages. We don't know what he is waiting for?"

Even the media present directly aimed the microphone at the police gathered under the tower.

"Mumu Police Department, what do you think of this behavior of Xinhai Police?"

"This police officer, do you know the Xinhai police officer on the tower? Is he usually so timid?"

"This police officer, do you know who the Shinkai police usually has a grudge against? Is this incident endangering our Japanese people because of personal grudges?"

The interviews were getting louder and louder.