Absolutely Not Kept!

Bomb Maker: "..."

I thought you were here to save me, but it turns out you're the real devil!

To cut your own palm open like that, what a ruthless person!

Coming to his senses, he completely panicked. "Wait, you can't kill me, I still have..."

"Crack!"

Before he could finish speaking, a big slap landed on his face.

"Officer Sato, you can handle this guy!"

Fujino grabbed him and turned to smile at Sato Miwako, "Don't worry, we'll face anything together."

"You can't kill me!"

The Bomb Maker panicked completely and kept saying, "That's right... I still have a bomb I haven't told you about. If you kill me, that bomb will explode!"

"Hateful!"

Sato Miwako clenched her teeth, her tearful eyes filled with hatred.

She gripped the pistol tightly with both hands, her index fingers on the trigger, pointing the gun at the Bomb Maker's forehead.

Just one last step, and the bullet would pierce the head of the real culprit in this bombing.

Send him to see his great-grandmother.

"Wait..."

The Bomb Maker stared at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him, and his face turned deathly pale.

He desperately wanted to speak, but was too afraid to utter a single word.

"Bang!"

"Ah!!!"

In the afternoon, a gunshot echoed through the alleyways of Tokyo.

The bullet left the barrel, but instead of hitting the person's forehead who was so close, it struck the concrete ground next to him.

But the Bomb Maker, who thought he had been hit, let out a scream and then fainted.

At the same time, a warm current flowed out from between his legs, wetting his crotch.

It's obvious he was so scared he wet himself.

"Call..."

Sato Miwako gasped for breath, then knelt on the ground in a daze, covering her face and weeping.

"They're practically within reach, are you really just going to let this guy go like that?"

Fujino glanced at the Bomb Maker pinned beneath him, confirming he was truly unconscious, then turned and slowly walked towards Sato Miwako. He knelt down and said, "Actually, even if you kill him, it doesn't matter. With me there as a witness, you'll only have to submit a few reports at most..."

"You bastard, you should think about yourself too! It's precisely because you're here that I can't kill him!"

Before he could finish speaking, Sato Miwako punched his chest and sobbed softly, "How could I possibly drag you into this and make you an accomplice to a murderer because of someone like this... It's not worth it..."

"It's really not worth it."

Fujino nodded in agreement, then turned to Sato Miwako and asked, "Then is it worth it for you to become a murderer because of him?"

"I..."

"Hesitated, didn't you?"

Fujino chuckled lightly, "Actually, you've already made your choice. If it's not worth it for me to become an accomplice to a murderer because of someone like him, then by the same token, it's truly not worth it to lose a policeman like you because of someone like him."

"Although I don't know what Matsuda will say, since you don't want me to become an accomplice because of this kind of guy, he probably won't let you kill this kind of guy and become a murderer, doing something that would damage your reputation..."

As he spoke, Fujino took out a handkerchief from his pocket and reached out to wipe her eyes. "Just like you said, you should think about yourself too, and stop dwelling on the past."

"Fujino..."

Sato Miwako swayed slightly, then bumped her head on Fujino's shoulder, her already reddened eyes now brimming with tears.

Fujino felt Iron Head leaning on his shoulder and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He used his persuasive skills to make the person cry.

Pushing them away wouldn't be very humane.

I have to do laundry again when I get home...

So why do girls like to lean on him when they cry?

The sound of weeping echoed in the empty alley.

As the afternoon breeze gradually drifted away, so too did the past, which had entangled and bound us for years, drift away with it.

"Hello!"

Juzo Megure was the first to catch up and spotted Fujino, asking, "What was that gunshot just now?"

"Brother Megure!"

Fujino stepped forward and announced, "The suspect has been arrested!"

Juzo Megure looked around and immediately spotted the Bomb Maker lying on the ground.

At the same time, bloodstains were also found in the surrounding area.

Startled for a moment, he glanced at the direction the blood was dripping, then quickly grabbed Fujino's still-bleeding right hand and anxiously asked, "Brother Fujino, where are you hurt?!"

"No, I just cut my hand."

Fujino chuckled awkwardly, "I didn't expect this guy to have a dagger. Luckily, Sato fired a shot and scared him unconscious."

"Oh, I see!"

Juzo Megure breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is your hand alright?"

Sato Miwako had by then recovered her senses.

She first wiped away her tears in a corner of the alley, trying to avoid being noticed by others.

He then walked over, looked at Fujino's hand, and said with some guilt, "Do you need to go to the hospital... It looks like the injury is quite deep."

"It's nothing, just wrap it with gauze."

Fujino chuckled softly, "It won't take more than a few days to get better."

"That's good."

Sato Miwako couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then patted his shoulder. "If there's really any nerve damage, I'll definitely take responsibility!"

"Is that so..."

Fujino's expression turned strange; he felt there was something off about what she had just said.

"Of course!"

Sato Miwako nodded seriously.

It was Fujino who cut his own palm to create the opportunity for her to fire.

What if this injury restricts the movement of the other person's right hand...

She absolutely has to take full responsibility!

Yes, I'll be responsible for the rest of my life!

I absolutely just want to take responsibility; I have absolutely no intention of being kept by someone! (Seriously)

"But was this guy really scared?"

At this Juzo Megure moved closer to the Bomb Maker, pinched his nose, looked him over suspiciously, and couldn't help but ask, "Sato, you didn't go too far and kill him, did you? Then you shot him and had Fujino give false testimony, didn't you?"

"Where can I find it!"

Sato Miwako sighed with resentment.

She just wanted to shoot him.

Where did they take action?

"Isn't he too timid?"

Juzo Megure couldn't help but click his tongue.

Just because of the gunshot, he fainted and even wet his pants. Is he really Bomb Maker?

"Truly useless."

Fujino nodded in agreement, his eyes full of disdain.

If it were the kind of Mikasa who dared to face the gun barrel and was willing to be killed or tortured at will, he might even show a slight respect.

But this kind of waste...

Fujino also felt that Matsuda and Ogiwara were being treated unfairly.

That's why he couldn't possibly let go of such a piece of trash.

Just because Sato Miwako isn't killed doesn't mean he won't...

"Thump!"

Suddenly, a white figure, wielding Grappling Gun, leaped down from the surrounding rooftops and landed steadily in front of the crowd.

It was none other than Beika Batman Fujino, who had been lying in ambush nearby, dressed in Assassin's Robe and disguised as Xiao Hei.

However, before everyone could recover, Xiao Hei had already rushed up behind him.

Xiao Hei first grabbed the Bomb Maker, then pulled the trigger of the Grappling Gun he was holding.

Then, Xiao Hei carried a person and quickly flew to the original rooftop.

The movements are fluid and seamless, sometimes taking less than five seconds.

After regaining his Juzo Megure turned to look at the two of them, and hesitated for a moment. "Just now, that was Beika Batman, wasn't it?"

"It seems... to be correct?"

"Yes, that seems to be the case."

Fujino leaned closer to Sato Miwako: "It seems like he's going to help you deal with that guy."

She hesitated for a moment. "But..."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Fujino patted her on the shoulder. "We're just police officers, not executioners. It's better to leave professional matters to professionals."