You Tell Me This Guy Is Eighteen?

Shiratori was exceptionally calm and composed as he stood up and glanced inside his car. "There are no bombs in the passenger seat or the back. It looks like it was installed in the glove compartment... no, the trunk is also a possibility."

"A bomb like this seems to be detonated using a signal."

Fujino looked at the detonator and analyzed it. "Apart from those places, a bomb could be installed anywhere in the car, and the possibility of remote detonation cannot even be ruled out."

"From the look of it, that warning letter should be true."

Shiratori's expression turned slightly gloomy as he pulled his phone from his pocket, took two steps back, and glanced around his surroundings. "And if there really is a possibility of remote detonation, that guy might be watching nearby right now... Let's step back first to avoid being caught in the explosion."

Fujino stepped back as well, not rushing up to disarm the bomb.

Signal-detonated bombs usually came with all sorts of uncertainties.

Especially those detached types, where you never knew when they would go off.

Fujino could actually disarm this kind of bomb, but there was no need to do it.

Although he had bomb-disposal skills to save his own life, the onlookers around them certainly did not.

The power of the bomb could not be determined yet, and if things went wrong and it exploded, bystanders might end up getting blown to death.

Bomb disposal was one thing when it went well, but quite another when it didn't.

Nobody cared who installed the bomb; blowing up in whose hands was the main point.

If civilians were actually caught in the crossfire because of the bomb disposal, the blame would fall entirely on you!

"Hey, you two sneaking around, what are you doing?"