After that day, the bomber had confessed everything he could.
Including kidnapping Miyano Akemi under the guidance of a mysterious person, selling bombs to violent groups, recruiting mercenaries from abroad, and so on. Unfortunately, he did not know who was manipulating him behind the scenes.
He only receives remittances regularly, which he uses to fund daily expenses and activities.
Obviously, it was impossible to directly testify against the person behind it through him, and with that guy's shrewdness, he wouldn't have left such a big flaw.
Asakura Makoto didn't have such high expectations for him from the beginning.
By the way, he also confessed to the bombing that killed a policeman three years ago.
Of course, this is not torture from Toru Amuro.
He has not lost his mind enough to ask such questions under the surveillance of the organization.
In fact, at the beginning of the interrogation, he still retained his true ability as an undercover agent. On the premise of not causing excessive harm to the bomber as much as possible, he conducted the interrogation with a method that could barely win Brandy's trust.
After all, Toru Amuro is still an elite graduate of the police academy, and he will not suddenly become a violent abuser.
However... even if he was sentenced to this level of punishment, the bomber still couldn't bear it. Perhaps it was because he wanted to win recognition, or he confirmed that the person who caught him was not a good person. What he did next Something happened that I regretted for the next two days——
That's why he told the story of the bombing that killed Hagiwara Kenji as a talisman.
In fact, there is nothing logically wrong with his approach. After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the person who caught him is not a good person.
In front of someone who is not a good person, it is of course no problem to say that he killed the police officer. It is a pity that the person interrogating him now is an undercover agent from the good person's side.
And it was precisely after hearing the bomber's triumphant admission that Toru Amuro finally failed to control himself...
In short, the final bomber's condition can only be described in one sentence - at least he is still alive.
Late at night two days later.
Matsuda Jinpei was lying in confusion at his home. The transfer application he had written was once again unavailable. The leader of the explosive ordnance disposal squad would not want to transfer such a powerful general easily.
Anyone who sits in that position has to consider political performance. If the explosive ordnance disposal team does not have the ace of Matsuda Jinpei, God knows how the performance will drop.
If this amusement park case had not been a difficult problem that he solved at an extraordinary speed, the damage caused by the explosion would have been unimaginable. In fact, the better Matsuda Jinpei's performance is, the more difficult it will be for him to transfer him, but his personal persistence does not allow him to be lazy when performing tasks...
So he could only face this stalemate and continue to wait for the faint hope to appear.
At this moment, the doorbell rang.
Matsuda Jinpei was stunned. Who would come to his house at night? Could it be that something about the bomber had come to light? No, if the results come out, he will receive the news here first.
With suspicion, he got up from the bed and put the gun on his body. In the island country, the person who visited the police late at night could be someone. As a member of the explosive ordnance disposal squad, he had seen countless mail bombs as revenge.
At times like this, you naturally have to be careful.
Matsuda first peeked out through the peephole. The lamp in the corridor outside illuminated the face of the visitor very clearly.
And it was only when he saw this clearly that he found it puzzling.
Standing at the door at this time were two unidentified figures wearing masks. One of them was relatively thin, with a black and white panda mask on his face, and the other was tall and nearly two meters tall, wearing a black bear mask. The victim also carried a large sack on his shoulder, which seemed to contain a person.
Just when he was hesitating to open the door, there was a voice outside the door.
"Mr. Matsuda, I know you are behind the door. Please open the door. I have something important to talk to you about."
Upon hearing this, Matsuda Jinpei clenched the gun in his hand and replied calmly: "I have nothing to talk to you about. Please leave immediately."
At this time, dressed like this, could the person outside the door be a good person? Even a three-year-old wouldn't think so.
"No, no, no, you do. We can talk about Hagiwara Kenji, right?" Asakura said this slowly and elegantly.
As soon as he said these words, there was no movement from Matsuda Jinping inside the door. After a while, the sound of the anti-theft chain being untied was heard, followed by the sound of the door lock turning.
To the accompaniment of the creaking of hinges, Matsuda Jinpei appeared in front of Asakura Makoto.
"Please come in." He stepped aside to make way for the two of them.
Asakura was not polite and took the lead into Matsuda's room, while the big man walked in with a sack on his shoulders and a slight stoop.
"The layout of this room is quite good." As soon as he walked in, he sighed, and then used his eyes to signal the big man in the black bear mask to put down the sack.
What was in the sack was naturally the bomber.
"What do you want to talk about?" Matsuda Jinpei watched them for a while and asked.
"It's very simple... Where is this person?" Zhen Asakura snapped his fingers and asked the people around him to untie the sack, revealing the inhuman figure inside.
"He is the bomber back then, and this -"
Before Matsuda could ask the doubtful words, he continued to take out a CD from his pocket and put it on the coffee table in the living room, "This is the video of this guy's admission. Of course, I used some shady means, but I think you are now You won’t care so much about me.”
Matsuda Jinpei hesitated for a moment, picked up the CD, and asked: "Who are you? Why do you do such a thing?"
I really don't know how to describe his current mood. It's a mixture of confusion, surprise, and suspicion.
"How should I put it..." Asakura Makoto tapped the brow of the panda mask.
"I know a friend who was unfortunately involved in one of the bombings this guy caused, so... I made him pay."
"After all, I don't want him to spend his old age in prison after making such a serious mistake. If that's the case, it would be too easy for him."
Listening to Asakura Makoto's words, Matsuda Jinping's expression was uncertain. He didn't know what to do. In his daze, he didn't even notice when Asakura Makoto left.
When he came to his senses, he was the only one left at home, and the bomber who was tied up and gagged.
When the bomber saw the two murderers leaving, he quickly started struggling.
Matsuda Jinpei looked at his actions, then looked at the CD in his hand, thought for a moment, and decided to read the contents before making a decision.
A little further outside the house, the big man sat on the driver's seat and curiously asked Brandy behind him: "Master Brandy, did you just leave that guy there?"
"Do you think he would kill him?"
"I don't know." Brandy looked out the window at the night and sighed, "Let's drive."
The car slowly disappeared into the thick night.
the next day.
Matsuda Jinpei came to the office of the explosive ordnance disposal squad as usual.
As soon as he went to work, the leader who had been waiting for a long time came to him and earnestly persuaded him to reconsider and stay here for a while.
Faced with the careful persuasion of a familiar leader, Matsuda Jinpei remained silent at first, but eventually he raised his head and showed a free and easy smile.
"I......"
"Don't plan to leave."
Matsuda Jinpei said this in the leader's surprised eyes.
"I will always stay here, and together with Yanji, I will finish all the unfinished things..."
At this point, his smile became even brighter...
Gradually, he began to look a bit like Hagihara Kenji.
