svetikya Chapter 126 Unsung Heroes
Chapter 126 Unsung Heroes
Chapter 126 The Unsung Hero (The End)
An apartment.
Shurik Ivanko is making a bomb.
He likes to listen to music while making bombs, which helps him relax.
After all... he meant that sometimes you have to keep yourself from being so bored, right?
Just like today, a day for lovers to meet in the far East, he is here miserably making explosives.
"call."
Another new bomb has been made.
Shurik twisted his sore neck, preparing to rest for a while, but the next second his head was pressed down.
His entire face slammed against the corner of the table, and blood splattered out instantly.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
Suddenly, someone stuffed a rag into the corner of my mouth.
Schulrick looked at the attacker with anger and fear in his eyes.
The attacker was young, with blood on his face, and looked like he had been in a fight.
Before he could think much of it, Shurik was kicked in the face, his glasses shattered on the spot, and his vision became blurry for a moment.
Then the rag was removed by the other party.
The attacker coldly replied, "I'll ask, you answer."
Shurik originally intended to shout.
But he felt something cold pressing against his forehead.
In the end, I decided to ask other questions.
"Who are you?! Ugh!!!!!!!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his finger bones were twisted and broken by the other party!
Then came the sound of the pistol's hammer being pressed down.
The attacker said, "We're now at Level 2 alert, where we need to stop talking nonsense. Level 3 means we'll start shooting. I hope you'll be sensible."
Schulich nodded, his head trembling.
The attacker was Jason, who had just dealt with the Ifgini gang members.
After breaking the necks of those unfortunate men, he immediately went to the apartment where Schulich lived.
He needs to hurry.
The deaths of those gang members will only make things leak out faster.
"Regarding the Ifgini gang, tell me the locations of the other backup workshops and bombs, and of course, your specific plans."
"Damn it, I'll die if I say it!"
"You'd still die even if you didn't say anything."
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Schulich swallowed hard and said slowly, "Listen, I can pretend none of this happened. You have no idea what kind of being you've messed with."
The butt of the gun slammed into his already broken nose, causing him to cry out in pain again.
Then he felt something strange stuck to his chest.
He looked down and heard the attacker say, "You're an expert in this area, I'm sure you recognize this as a small bomb. A small bomb is called small because it won't kill you, but it will blow off your jaw, maybe even your eyes. In short, you won't die..."
""
Jason took out a lighter and lit the end of the fuse.
With a sizzle, the flames began to burn rapidly.
Without a moment's hesitation, Shurik shouted, "Wait, I'll talk!!!!!!!!!"
Jason extinguished the sparks and nodded slightly.
Shurik burst into tears: "They still have a house in the West End... at 17 Cranberry Street."
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After he finished reporting all the locations of the bombs and some of the suicide bombers, he was able to finish the report.
Shurik, his body trembling, said, "I swear, I've told you everything I know! Let me go, and I'll leave this country and never come back!!!"
Jason took a few steps back and glanced at the bomb that had been made on the table.
Schulrick noticed his gaze and continued, "I'm telling the truth!!!"
Jason replied, "Maybe."
Then he kicked the other person unconscious.
Jason hadn't expected this group to be so crazy; in addition to the usual bombs, they also had some suicide bombers, or human bombs.
"The Ifggini gang's planned bombing will frame a group of innocent Arab terrorists."
As for why they say they are innocent.
Because some people don't even know they are interested in Islam.
Jason closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed his tense mind a little.
Dealing with the stored bombs is pointless for him now; the human bombs are more important at this moment.
I can say that I've been exposed now.
Sooner or later, the Ifgini gang will discover that someone is sabotaging their plans.
They might just give up and prematurely initiate the bombing.
Unlike when he was Robin, when he had Batman to help him.
Now, there's Deathstroke, a mercenary assassin who works as a teacher, and a crow who doesn't look very respectable.
The former can get things done by paying a little money, the latter... well, let's not talk about that dead bird.
Jason sighed. "What are you doing, Jason?"
Daytime has arrived.
Farik Taran started his workday with plenty of energy.
He works at a museum, where he greets large numbers of visitors every day and introduces them to the museum's historical artifacts.
To be honest, he likes the job.
Although some of the cultural relics shouldn't be here, there was nothing he could do about it.
He was just an ordinary staff member.
"Alright children, we've arrived now."
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"Farick Taran!"
Fariq's prepared introduction was interrupted, and he turned to look at the guy who had shouted his name.
A young, handsome man, who looked somewhat tired.
"Uh, hello?"
"I'm Detective Miles. I have a few words to say to you. Don't worry, it'll only take a minute or two."
The other party quickly flashed their identification, and before Fariq could even see it clearly, he was pulled toward a nearby escape route.
Then the other person ripped off his backpack, which contained some documents he had stored there.
Fariq seemed a little flustered: "I'm sorry, Detective, I haven't done anything wrong... What are you trying to say? I have to go to work!"
"Damn it, don't go through my things—God, what is this?!"
Jason took the bomb out of his bag and weighed it in his palm.
"Listen, detective, I don't know what's going on. Someone must have put this in my backpack!!!"
Jason grunted and looked at the bomb.
It's still a ticking time bomb.
"Yes, although I don't know how those Russians managed to stuff it into your backpack, but we'll talk about that later."
Jason easily dealt with the time bomb while they were talking.
He needs to speed things up.
The bomb has been detonated.
This proves that those Russians were furious and ready to give up entirely.
"Racing against time, huh? That's rare. What are the speedsters doing at this time?"
Jason mentally muttered a complaint, then turned to look at Fariq.
"Listen, go back and look through your hard drive. You'll find a ton of files, emails, and browsing history that show you have a strong interest in Islamic extremism."
"What? But I've never... I'm not a Muslim at all..."
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"I know, but other people won't do what I did: quickly go back and delete all this stuff, just consider it a day off for myself!"
After saying that, Jason set off for the location of the next unlucky guy.
It's strange, I have an assassin organization that controls the world's informants, a beautiful mother, an incredibly powerful mentor, and even a peculiar crow.
Why am I the only one left managing all this stuff?!
Where is the Justice League?!
Where is Titan?!
What are you doing now?!
Especially you.
batman.
"Excuse me, Dex, this is Detective Miles."
Jason called out to a teenager at the subway entrance and asked him to hand him the package.
Perhaps it was because his performance was so convincing, like a real detective, that the guy was so cooperative.
"Madam, may I trouble you for a moment? I am Detective Miles."
Jason got off his motorcycle and stopped a woman who was jogging.
The woman was somewhat confused: "Excuse me, detective, am I under arrest???"
"No," Jason asked, "Where do you usually meet with your friend Susan?"
"What?"
"Susan Georg! She takes a walk in this square every day, where is she now?!"
Jason flipped his wrist and glanced at the time.
Damn it, I need to be faster!
The woman, confused, replied anyway, "She twisted her ankle and just got a ride with someone else..."
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Do you have her phone number?!
"have...
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Give me your phone!
Westminster Bridge.
This is an iconic bridge over the River Thames in London, connecting Westminster and Lambeth.
The bridge offers panoramic views of the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben, making it a postcard-perfect London landmark.
It is also the location with the highest foot traffic.
A motorcycle was speeding across the bridge, and the drivers of the vehicles it overtook couldn't help but honk their horns and curse.
But the other person was wearing a strange red hood, like a red date bathed in sunlight.
It looks strange no matter how you look at it.
Red Hood, holding a cell phone in one hand and twisting the accelerator in the other, weaves the needle between the various vehicles.
"What kind of car do you drive? And what does your boyfriend look like?!"
He's not my boyfriend.
"Stop talking nonsense and tell me what he looks like?!"
"Black person."
"very good."
Red Hood threw his phone behind him, and the motorcycle he was controlling accelerated further, roaring past several cars again.
He walked up to a tacky gray sedan and said to the woman in the passenger seat, "Bag!"
The woman asked, "Are you Detective Miles?!"
The Black man yelled, "Ignore this idiot!"
The next second, upon seeing the other person's pistol, he promptly shut up.
Susan didn't see it. She instinctively opened her bag and saw a bomb that had been inserted there at some point. She screamed.
"Throw it to me!"
The man outside, wearing a strange red date-shaped helmet, shouted loudly.
"for you!"
"Good girl!"
Red Hood took the backpack and sped away.
He glanced down at his watch.
Time is running out.
He now has no choice but to defuse the bomb on the spot.
Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!
Bruce will definitely see this, that paranoid guy!
With a hiss, the tires screeched as Red Hood jumped off the motorcycle, ignoring the motorcycle falling to the ground.
He dumped everything out of his bag, including the time bomb.
"You naughty bunch, this time it's even shorter than I expected... You even connected the wires wrong, what kind of bomb can you make?!"
Red Hood muttered to himself as he fiddled with a time bomb.
At the same time, a voice sounded from behind.
"Hey! You over there!"
Red Hood glanced back at him, then quickly turned away and continued defusing the bomb.
It startled him; he was just a policeman.
"Move your motorcycle right now!"
"Don't make a sound."
"I'm serious, I have the right to suspect you because of that weird helmet you're wearing... Oh God, don't shoot!"
Red Hood freed one hand and, without even turning his head, aimed the gun directly at the officer's forehead.
"Shut up, officer, the great Mr. Red Hood is busy right now!"
The officer stopped advancing, watched his movements, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Red Hood sheathed his pistol and said, "If you come any closer, you'll be having afternoon tea with Mary, the Queen of Scots, in the next second." (Mary, the Queen of Scots, was a 16th-century Scottish queen.)
The police officers raised their hands, truly not daring to get any closer.
He asked, puzzled, "So what are you doing?"
Red Hood suddenly slumped over, and then a sound of relief came out.
"Of course, it's afternoon tea... I'm too late. I really wish I had a magic belt, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a sorry state now."
He stood up, went to the bridge, and held the time bomb in his hand.
Red Hood turned to look at the officer and said, "Buddy, when you're taking their statement, I hope you can remind them that I've confirmed there are no boats or people below."
"What exactly do you want?!"
"Do this."
Red Hood throws a bomb.
A few seconds later.
A sudden roar came from below the bridge!
The tourists on the bridge were startled by the sudden commotion, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.
The police officer first looked down at the Thames River and saw a white foam floating on the surface.
Then he glanced at the strange guy from before.
have to.
It's gone.
He also rode off with the motorcycle.
"I'm doomed."
The officer said quietly.
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