vrcanaries Chapter 1104 But anyway, it looks very exciting
Chapter 1104 But anyway, it looks very exciting
"Hello, excuse me, did a nurse just bring anything over?"
"Hey, ah, there was a fruit basket delivered... What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
The patient sitting on the hospital bed looked at Akai Shuichi with a confused look on his face as he pushed the door open calmly. For a moment, he couldn't react why he answered his question so naturally and couldn't help but use a long honorific.
"Sorry, we're hospital security. Because of the heavy traffic, we weren't able to thoroughly check some packages," Akai Shuichi said calmly, grabbing the basket from the man's hand naturally. "Was this fruit basket of yours sent by someone named 'Kusuda Rikumichi'?"
"Uh, it seems so..." The man didn't resist at all, letting Akai Shuichi take the basket from his hand and rummage through it right in front of him. He added hastily, "I was wondering too, trying to remember if it was the name of a client or a contact I worked with."
It may be the effect of Shuichi Akai's face, or it may be due to his aura. Even though Shuichi Akai looks very young, he has a very strong aura.
So even though Shuichi Akai's clothes and actions didn't reveal that he was a hospital guard throughout the whole process, this conversation still happened extremely naturally.
Even when Shuichi Akai took out the mechanical object packed in a plastic box from the bottom of the basket, the patient was not confused but showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.
"Oh, is this a bug or something? Thank you so much for taking the trouble."
Just as he was about to come up with an excuse, Akai Shuichi choked. He pinched the flickering LCD screen and looked at the patient in the bed subtly. "Indeed, we received a similar report, so we came to check it out. How did you know this news?"
"Oh, word's spread throughout the wards. A lot of reporters are interested in the Shibuya bombing, but they can't get into the wards, so they're trying to gather evidence. Seriously, I think it's great for reporters to exercise their oversight, but this is taking it too far. Isn't this just paparazzi..."
"It's spread?" Akai Shuichi quietly put the thing in his hand into his pocket and raised his eyebrows. "Where did the news come from?"
"I don't know. A lot of people were talking about it yesterday. Today I heard the hospital was suddenly overcrowded, but there weren't any real casualties. I guess it was just some media outlet trying to get in and investigate..."
"You're being irresponsible when you say that." The middle-aged man in the next bed couldn't stand it any longer and waved his hand to interrupt him. "Even if you want to investigate a big story, poisoning or setting fire to something isn't appropriate, is it? Those are both very dangerous behaviors."
"What do you know?" The younger patient turned his head away in disdain. "We don't have to actually poison them. We can just find some extras."
"With so many extras, even if they were willing to spend the money to storm the hospital, they would still face condemnation and pressure..."
"What's wrong with being an extra? Before Halloween... By the way, you're not from Tokyo, are you?"
"Indeed not."
"As expected. The reporters here in Tokyo are different from those you encounter elsewhere..."
Akai Shuichi, who was holding the bomb, saw that they were so engrossed in their conversation that they had completely ignored him. He walked out quietly with the thing in his hand, not forgetting to carefully close the door of the ward.
"Yesterday" and "It spread in the ward" and so on, why does this content sound so familiar...
A familiar figure flashed before his eyes. Shuichi Akai shook his head and looked at his colleagues who were retreating from other wards with the same confused or surprised expressions. He just made a secret gesture.
Regardless of who did it, the best outcome would be to avoid alerting the enemy and spreading panic. After all, perhaps Gin's intention was to use the attack to spread panic, and then their target would naturally be exposed.
However, I have to admit that some people are really experts in public opinion...
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"Is this your goal? To find out their exact number and patterns of action?"
Gin didn't answer the young man's seemingly curious question. Instead, he pointed at the image on the screen and asked irrelevantly, "Going through so much trouble to find these deadly things one by one, isn't it very similar to the red blood cells flowing in your veins?"
It should be said, indeed.
Although Gin's metaphor style is usually very literary, his description this time is quite accurate.
Among the 3D buildings that had been built on the screen, the scattered red dots were found one by one, moved, left the ward, followed the corridor, gathered to a certain place, and then moved in unison towards the underground parking lot.
This is the specific manpower division area of the FBI.
After the action begins, the FBI will definitely follow the plan laid out at the beginning. Everyone who finds something will deliver it to the person in charge of the area, who will then deliver it to James.
As Tang Ze had expected at the beginning, this was not an efficient way of allocating manpower. It was easy to be figured out and it would also reduce communication efficiency. However, since the emergency had already occurred, changing the formation at the last minute was a worse option than this. James would definitely not act rashly.
In contrast, Gin can certainly complete the basic investigation with ease.
"Akai Shuichi is among these people." Gin said, clicking on several red dots on the screen.
These red dots are different from other transmitters. There is no process of gathering first and then forwarding. Instead, they maintain a constant speed all the way to the destination after they start moving.
This means that these points are independent of the jurisdiction divided by region.
Naturally, this definitely includes Shuichi Akai, the ace who can stand on his own.
"Is the purpose to accurately confirm Shuichi Akai's location and then snipe him? That's a bit too much trouble." Tang Ze held his chin and said sarcastically, but his eyes narrowed slightly.
This time, Gin didn't need to use that lifelike composite video to cause panic among the FBI. He already knew the exact location of Rena Mizunashi very well.
He still chose the same tactics, which means that Gin had more purposes for doing this, and it was definitely not just for Akai Shuichi.
"Of course not. I won't kill him in public." Gin grinned, revealing a murderous sneer. "Dying in the dark is a death suitable for a rat. He would be happy for me to do so."
It's so heartfelt, isn't it just that sniping a foreigner in public will easily attract attention...
Tang Ze shrugged and did not comment on what he said.
Several people in the car stared at the red dots on the screen being continuously transmitted. After a moment, Vodka looked at the time and then brought up another window.
This time, what appeared on it was not a fake video used to deceive the FBI, but a real live broadcast with the TV station's logo.
A very familiar logo.
"Nichimi TV." Karasawa nodded in realization, "So you revealed Kiel's location to her 'colleague'."
The incident involving Rena Mizunashi happened during a live broadcast. Apart from her fans and viewers, the one who was most concerned about her whereabouts was the TV station that was broadcasting the event at the time, Nichimi TV itself.
When a colleague died at the station, they would first think of how to transmit the crime-solving footage to the prime-time TV station in real time. They were famous for being willing to risk their lives for the news.
Even though the case involves a wide range of people, the police will not and are not allowed to disclose the details of the relevant people. Now that they have a clue, they will try their best.
The FBI didn't dare let Rena Mizunashi appear on camera. Curacao, who was in the same ward, was even more of a heavyweight, so they themselves didn't dare to show up on camera. Illegal law enforcement without formal communication and coordination was a serious problem that would be held accountable if discovered, not to mention the presence of someone with a very sensitive identity like Shuichi Akai.
Taking all these factors into consideration, it is easier for journalists to chase them to a point where they have no way out than with the guns of the organization.
Then the purpose of gin is naturally to achieve the same effect.
Gin, who was obviously very satisfied with his actions, raised the corners of his mouth very high.
"We don't need to force them. They will naturally send Keel out obediently."
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"Oops……"
Looking at the reporter on TV who was smiling and speaking with concern, but looked more like excited, Judy's expression suddenly changed.
Most of them really disregard their lives when participating in such dangerous overseas missions, but being defeated in a clash with the organization and being forced to be exposed in front of the camera and having their identities noticed and exposed are two completely different concepts.
I don't know who leaked Rena Mizunashi's location to the TV station, but from the footage they captured, it seems that the group of people have arrived at the 3rd floor of Inpatient Building No. 4, which is the ward where Rena Mizunashi is located.
Considering that Rena Mizunashi wanted to keep her identity secret, it was not only a requirement for their operations, but also a requirement of the police after being involved in the Pramya case. It would be impossible to find out such a detailed location by simply asking the medical staff directly.
This was not at all what the reporter in the camera said, that he came to visit his co-host who was in danger during the live broadcast. Instead, it was a premeditated "visit" to try to cover up that they had improper sources of information.
Judy acted decisively and threw the box, with the detonator already removed, directly at the person on the other side of the corridor. She ignored the other person's frightened attempt to catch it and turned around and ordered, "Kamal, go ahead and retrieve the bomb! I'll go check up there!"
"The ward over there?" Kamal, who caught the bomb, pointed to the stairs.
"You still have about 10 here, please!"
Judy shouted, and rushed to the stairwell and ran towards the ward on the next floor.
At this moment, several people were already standing in front of the door of Ward 307 where Rena Mizunashi was.
Half of them are not Asian, and Judy's joining has increased the proportion, making them particularly eye-catching.
"That reporter is already filming the nurses' station with a camera," a man standing in front of the door said to Judy sternly, "Maybe Rosalina can hold out for another twenty minutes, but that's about as far as she can go."
The visiting reporters were determined to get to the bottom of the matter. Even if the nurses' station did not provide specific information, they would check every door one by one, and it was obvious that the secret in this ward could not be hidden.
"Rena Mizunashi's location can no longer be hidden. If it's exposed to the media, Gin will only have more opportunities. Execute the final measure immediately!" James' tone on the intercom was equally urgent. "Send a few more vehicles to disrupt the organization's judgment. Everyone evacuate this hospital!"
"So, which vehicle will carry Rena Mizunashi and the other member to evacuate?"
"Don't ask that question. Judy will decide which car to take!"
"Huh?" Judy, who was still frowning and thinking, looked up blankly.
"You decide on personnel allocation and vehicle arrangements. It's easier to confuse them if no one knows which vehicle is holding the target. Everyone must assume their own vehicle is the ultimate target and evacuate with all their might to throw off the organization's pursuit. Do you understand?"
"Hey, um, I..."
Judy raised her hand, but James, who had already given the order, cut off the call without a second thought and began arranging the vehicle.
Facing the gazes of her colleagues around her, Judy could only grit her teeth and straighten her back, then look for advice at Shuichi Akai and Conan, who were the last to enter the ward.
"Anyway, we need to get the target safely to the parking lot first." Akai Hide nodded, indicating the noise outside the ward, "under their noses."
"This..." Judy turned her head and looked at the two women in the ward.
Mizunoshi Rena, who had pretended to be dead for the whole day, was still lying on the bed, looking at her quietly.
On the bed inside, Curacao, whose memory had regressed to his childhood, curled up quietly in the quilt, without any response to their words.
"That's not a big deal, is it?" Conan smiled.
"...Miss Mizuno's name isn't even on the patient list. But that's perfectly normal. If the information were easily accessible, then Miss Mizuno's supporters would have already trampled over her door, right? It wouldn't be her turn..."
The reporter motioned the photographer to move the camera away from the patient list. Just as he reappeared in the camera and smiled brilliantly, a sound of wheels rolling came from the other side of the corridor.
The reporter, whose voice was interrupted, instinctively turned his head to look at the sound and saw a large group of extremely tall and strong medical staff pushing a flat bed and running in the corridor.
"Make way, the person in front, make way!"
"Emergency, patient needs emergency treatment! Please don't block the passage! Make way for the surgical elevator!"
The doctors and nurses pushing the bed kept shouting. One of the nurses wearing glasses was anxiously squeezing the pressurizer in her hand, as if the patient on the bed was in danger.
The photographer stepped aside and swept the lens over the patient lying on the bed.
He was a very large man, and even when he was lying there, one could tell he was quite strong.
At this time, his eyes were closed, and the oxygen mask was pressed tightly against his face, and he looked like he was breathing out more than breathing in.
The stretcher was pushed vigorously by them, the wheels rumbling, and everyone in the corridor instinctively moved aside, watching the white torrent rush past and disappear at the corner of the corridor.
At the same time, a wheelchair with a young woman sitting with her head down, who seemed drowsy, was pushed by a nurse behind her and passed quietly behind the camera.