I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

Amuro Toru was a bit surprised. This was his taste, unknown to anyone in the organization, yet Monk had prepared this meal specifically for him? Was it a coincidence... or was he hinting at something? Did he know him well? Amuro Toru's purplish-gray eyes narrowed slightly, but she maintained a bourbon-like smile. "Thank you!" Shen Yuan smiled back, his shy and reserved personality perfectly portrayed.

I started the engine and drove to Beihu Shopping Mall and parked in the open-air parking lot.

At this moment, a lot of people gathered in front of the mall, and everyone looked up at the largest Ferris wheel in Japan.

On the giant screen in the mall, a reporter was reporting the situation on the scene with a nervous expression: "...At present, the police have confirmed that there is a suspected explosive in cabin 72 of the Ferris wheel, and bomb disposal experts are handling it urgently..." Rolling down the car window, Shen Yuan looked at the big screen in the mall and said in broken Japanese: "I just saw in the restaurant news...police are dismantling a bomb on the ferris wheel...Let's take a look?" (Police are dismantling a bomb on the Ferris wheel) Shen Yuan's tone was as relaxed as if he was going to watch an open-air movie. Amuro Toru didn't know that the person dismantling the bomb on the Ferris wheel was his only remaining friend Jinpei Matsuda.

He just wondered why Monk paid attention to this matter, and... Toru Amuro looked at Gin again, wondering if it was a bit inappropriate to pay attention to a policeman defusing a bomb in front of this cold-blooded killer.

At this time, Gin had already sensed something was wrong. His green eyes under his silver hair were as dark as ink. He had felt something was wrong since Shen Yuan specially bought lunch for Bourbon and kept him. Now he came to this bomb disposal site on purpose... But Gin did not say anything. He was very curious about what this "little bastard" wanted to do.

Toru Amuro watched Gin silently start eating his lunch. He could only chew the food mechanically. The food that once tasted delicious now tasted bland.

He lowered his eyelashes, and an undercurrent of unease surged in the depths of his purple-gray eyes. He felt as if there were scattered puzzle pieces around him waiting for him to figure out the answer...but he could not piece together the complete picture.

Shen Yuan tuned the radio frequency as if nothing had happened. The news anchor's urgent voice echoed in the car: "...The bomb disposal work is still in progress. The police have evacuated the surrounding residents..." He took a bite of the tamagoyaki in his hand and cast his eyes towards the small cabin on the Ferris wheel in the distance. His deep brown pupils reflected the afternoon sunlight, making it difficult to see his emotions.

Suddenly, the news anchor's urgent voice came from the radio: "Breaking news! According to an insider, the bomb will be detonated at 2:00 PM sharp.

This bomb is trigger-reversed. If you use a signal shield or other device, the bomb will explode the second the signal is lost! Otherwise, wait patiently for the bomb countdown. 3 seconds before the explosion, the bomb screen will display the hidden location of another bomb.

So the police only had 3 seconds to react! 3 seconds was basically the limit for bomb disposal.

This means... the police officer on the Ferris wheel will face a cruel choice - to protect himself and evacuate in time, or... sacrifice himself to obtain clues to the next bomb.

The noisy discussions at the scene could be faintly heard in the background, and the anchor continued: “Now let us learn more about this police officer who is in danger.

Deputy Inspector Jinpei Matsuda, former ace of the Metropolitan Police Department's explosive ordnance disposal squad, has successfully dismantled 17 high-risk explosive devices, including the mercury bomb at Tokyo Tower last year... What is most commendable is that in the serial bombings three years ago, he dismantled the criminals' carefully designed double-triggered bomb in just 2 minutes and 48 seconds... "The host's voice gradually became low: "And now, this experienced bomb disposal expert is facing the most difficult decision in his career.

There are less than ten minutes left until 14 p.m.... Let's wait and see what choice this officer will make!"

Chapter 149 A Difficult "Choice" 2

The paper bag in Toru Amuro's hand made a slight "tearing" sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent carriage.

His world spun the moment he heard that name, as if someone had struck a bell in his ears.

Amuro Toru's eardrums were buzzing, and the news anchor's voice suddenly became extremely distant.

His brain seemed to be paused, and all his thoughts were frozen on that familiar name.

What was the host talking about? Who was on the Ferris wheel? ...Matsuda...Jinpei? His brain refused to process the information, as if as long as he didn't acknowledge it, this was all just a bad joke.

But the news anchor's clear voice ruthlessly shredded his self-deception.

The faces in his memory suddenly came alive—the colleague who always wore sunglasses and spoke with a hint of sarcasm, the close friend who would drink and complain with him after the mission was over.

Now, that bastard was facing an impossible choice all by himself? Sacrifice himself for clues... or... there was no "or" option. He knew his friend. Although he cursed "all police are bastards", he had already engraved the duty of a police officer into his bones.

So…was he going to lose his last good friend today? Amuro Toru's throat suddenly tightened, as if being strangled by an invisible hand.

Matsuda is the only friend who knows my past and can reminisce with me about people like Kagemitsu, Hagiwara, and the class leader.

Toru Amuro felt a sharp pain and realized that his teeth had bitten through the inner wall of his mouth.

The smell of rust in the mouth became stronger and stronger, and blood seeped into the root of the tongue through the gaps between the teeth.

But what was this little pain? Compared to the suffocating feeling in my chest that almost cracked my ribs, this little pain was nothing.

But at this moment, Amuro Toru could do nothing. He could only clench his hands tightly, his knuckles had turned white, and carefully control his breathing, for fear of revealing even the slightest emotion.

Amuro Toru kept telling himself that he couldn't lose his composure and that he had to hold it in! Gin was an extremely sensitive person, and any small movement would not escape his eyes.

But... Toru Amuro tried hard to bite the food in his hand. He couldn't tell whether his hand was shaking or his mouth couldn't open.

Time was slowly passing, and every second was like a heavy hammer, hitting his shaky sanity hard.

Gin in the front seat suddenly narrowed his eyes and keenly caught the disordered breathing coming from the back seat.

He looked through the rearview mirror and could only see Bourbon's drooping blond hair and taut jawline, but that was enough - enough to confirm some of his suspicions.

Is this the reason for the "little bastard's" unusual behavior today? I see...it seems he discovered a well-hidden rat.

The corners of Gin's mouth curled up in a dangerous arc, like a poisonous snake slowly revealing its fangs after discovering its prey.

His slender fingers had already silently touched the Beretta inside the windbreaker - at this moment, a bony hand suddenly covered it.

Shen Yuan's palm was warm and dry, pressing Gin's hand firmly on the seat.

The two people's hands overlapped in the shadows, one wearing a black leather glove and the other with a white wrist, forming a very tense picture.

Gin narrowed his eyes dangerously and slowly raised his head.

Shen Yuan's profile appeared particularly clear in the light coming through the car window, and his dark brown pupils were filled with the expression "I have other plans, please don't disrupt my arrangements."

The two people's eyes met in the air, as if invisible sparks were flying.

Finally, Gin took out a cigarette impatiently and bit it between his lips. The flame of the lighter reflected his gloomy face.

"- At present, the police and Detective Maori are still trying to find the bomber to prevent the bomb from exploding, but they have not succeeded. There are only 7 minutes and 42 seconds left in the countdown to the Ferris wheel explosion-" On the car radio, the news anchor's voice, with a tense electric current noise, kept piercing Amuro Toru.

Suddenly, Monk's hoarse voice seemed to penetrate all the background noise and pierce his eardrums: "Directed Energy Weapon" - Directed Energy Weapon? What is that? At this moment, a sudden intuition told him that this thing was very important to him. He didn't know why, but instinct prompted him to listen carefully to the conversation between Monk and Gin.

He said that using EMP Cannon before the bomb explodes can instantly release high-frequency electromagnetic pulses, focus the energy through the parabolic antenna, and form a directional interference beam with an effective range of 50 meters.

Amuro Toru's throat tightened.

Monk's voice continued - by then, all electronic devices within 150 meters, such as mobile phones, surveillance cameras, electronic door locks, etc. will be collectively scrapped.

——Of course, this also includes the bomb on the Ferris wheel.

Amuro Toru blinked, and for a moment he almost suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Is there anything that can save Matsuda? Gin's voice sounded with a hint of sarcasm. He said, "You said it so clearly, do you have it now?" Yes, do you have it now? Can you save my friend? Amuro Toru bit his lip, he was really afraid that he couldn't help asking.

Then the good news comes. Monk actually says that in order to prevent the bomb crisis, he has prepared a variety of ways to deal with bombs, and he actually has an Electromagnetic Pulse Cannon.

...Amuro Toru could no longer hear what they said after that.

His mind, like an overclocked computer, instantly calculated all the variables: How much time was left? Six minutes and 38 seconds! How far were they from the Ferris wheel? He could run there in three minutes! How high was the Ferris wheel? 125 meters! How long was the security perimeter? 20 meters! In other words, if he simply stood under the Ferris wheel and activated the DEW, the bomb would be disabled.

...Matsuda will survive!

Chapter 150 A Difficult "Choice" 3

The leather of the Porsche's back seat was cold, and Toru Amuro's fingers unconsciously stroked the lines on the door armrest.

Outside the window, red and blue police lights flashed alternately, and the noise of the crowd was isolated outside the glass.

He felt the car was eerily quiet, as if only the air-conditioning vents were making a faint hum.

The countdown for the bomb was ticking in his mind.

The word "EMP Cannon!" was like a red-hot steel needle, piercing his nerves.

——It can save Matsuda.

The thought spread like wildfire in my chest.

As long as he gets the device and stands under the Ferris wheel and presses the switch, Matsuda will survive.

So simple.

So close.

But how do I get it? Borrow it from Monk? He could almost imagine the scene when he asked, "Lend me that device!" And then what? What would Gin think? Why did Bourbon need an EMP Cannon? Why did Bourbon care about the life and death of a police officer? His breathing hitched slightly, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, forcing himself to suppress this ridiculous thought.

How was this any different from exposing himself? A forced robbery? With Gin around, did he stand a chance? Even if he got it, could he escape in four minutes? He knew it was impossible.

Was he just going to sit there like this? Just watch the seconds tick by, one by one, towards the end? And then once again—once again, stand in front of the ruins, watching his last friend turn into a cold corpse? —No! His nails dug deep into his palms, but the pain couldn't suppress the burning heat surging in Toru Amuro's chest.

——This is absolutely not allowed.

He couldn't afford to lose Matsuda again. He didn't want to stand by helplessly, and he didn't want to hear his dying gasps in his dreams again in the middle of the night.

But what else could he do? Put his hopes on Conan? Expect that boy to perform another miracle? He was indeed different, he had performed miracles before, but what about this time? Was he going to leave Matsuda's life, the fate of his last dearest friend, to the uncertainties of fate? He couldn't afford to lose the gamble.

The countdown became louder and louder in my mind, and each sound was like a sledgehammer hitting my heart.

The Ferris wheel outside the car window cast a long shadow in the midday sun. In a cabin, Jinpei Matsuda might be looking at this side, and perhaps even scolding him for being a useless blond bastard.

Toru Amuro's Adam's apple rolled and his back teeth felt sore from biting them.

Time passed by second by second, and the countdown reached 5 minutes and 08 seconds.

He didn't have much time left, he had to make his choice. At this time, Shen Yuan was very "considerate" and gave Toru Amuro a reason. He suddenly said to Gin, "Boss, if your boss faced this situation, could he be killed by this kind of bomb?" Toru Amuro's pupils suddenly contracted.

Three messages in one sentence.

First, Monk calls Gin "Boss".

Does this mean that Monk's loyalty is not to the organization, but to Gin himself? Second, Gin's attitude.

——"Your boss"... Gin's current situation is questionable.

Is he loyal to the organization? Or does he actually have another identity? Third, EMP Cannon does not belong to the organization.

—The organization's boss doesn't have this thing, so it's Monk's? So, if he speaks up now, is that considered a betrayal? Amuro Toru's mind raced, but before he could process this information, Gin's words dealt him another blow.

"As long as you keep this thing safe and don't hand it over to anyone," Gin's voice was as cold as ice, with a sense of irony he didn't understand, "that old man won't get it. Then you can try to kill him, but it should be difficult. Theoretically, he's not his true self now. If attacked, he can escape anywhere in an instant. No one knows where his true self is!" - Anyone? - Including the police and politicians? Amuro Toru's heart sank.

— Is Gin implying that the Japanese top brass have had contact with this organization? His breathing almost stopped as his brain rapidly analyzed this information.

But the next second, he suddenly realized a more terrifying question - why were they talking about this in the car? Why were they talking about this in front of... him? Amuro Toru looked up suddenly, and his eyes met with two pairs of eyes in the rearview mirror.

——A pair of deep brown eyes, with a faint smile, as if they had seen through everything long ago.

——A pair of dark green eyes, filled with cold murderous intent, as if they would pull the trigger in the next second.

At this moment, Toru Amuro's mind went blank.

- He was exposed.

Did Monk drive here specifically today just to target me? Why? What did I do to arouse suspicion?

Amuro Toru's mind was so confused that he didn't even notice that Monk had just spoken Japanese with correct intonation.

Could it be that today he would be reunited with his old friend? "Why?" Amuro Toru's voice seemed to come from far away, dry and hoarse, as if his throat had been rubbed by sandpaper.

He didn't understand—why did things turn out like this? Where did he go wrong? At which moment did he expose himself? Did Monk see through him? Shen Yuan's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, and he answered in a clear, youthful voice: "Bourbon, don't misunderstand me!" His tone was almost gentle, and the gentleness made people even more uneasy. "I have no ill intentions.

I just don't want you to lose a good friend, and I don't want Japan to lose an excellent police officer!" These words were like a blunt knife, slowly stabbing into Amuro Toru's chest.

A member of a criminal organization says he's taking pity on a police officer? How ironic.

How...disgusting.

Toru Amuro's nails dug deep into his palms.

They were just watching a joke - watching themselves struggle between loyalty and friendship, watching themselves waver between organization and justice.

Jinpei Matsuda's life was nothing more than a bargaining chip for their amusement.

An almost absurd chill surged in Amuro Toru's chest, as if someone had stuffed a piece of ice into his heart, making his fingertips numb with cold.

His nails dug deep into his palms, but the pain could not suppress the surging darkness.

Chapter 151 A Difficult "Choice" 4

"Conditions!" Amuro Toru's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, as if it had emerged from the abyss, with a kind of calmness on the verge of collapse.

Something in those purple-gray eyes was completely shattered - as if the shackles that had bound something for a long time were finally broken, and something darker and more essential was emerging from the depths of the pupils.

"Or... what is your purpose? How... will you let me use that thing?" His voice was as soft as a lover's whisper, but like a knife, slowly cutting through some invisible restraints, causing the temperature in the car to suddenly drop to freezing point.

Shen Yuan blinked, and the EMP Cannon turned in a circle between his fingers, the metal shell reflecting a cold light.

"That's so hurtful, Bourbon!" He sighed, even with a hint of grievance in his tone, "Can't I just want to do something good?" In the news, the electronic countdown sound of 04:38 pierced sharply into the silence, like a blunt saw, cutting Amuro Toru's nerves again and again.

——He doesn’t have much time left.

"Don't delay any longer!" Amuro Toru calmed down, like the dead silence before the storm.

He slowly raised his eyelids, and something in the depths of his purple-gray pupils changed - those moral shackles that had bound him for a long time, those insistences on being "Fugu Zero", seemed to be broken at this moment.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose into an arc, but with a chilling evil aura.

This smile is too perfect, so perfect that it makes people instinctively want to step back.

Because that smile reminds people of a poisonous snake that has finally shed its docile disguise and revealed its deadly fangs.

"Tell me your conditions!" His voice was so soft, almost gentle, but it made the air in the car freeze instantly.