"What?!" Hearing the news on the radio and the reporter's voice, which sounded on the verge of tears, the accomplice was shocked.
He desperately needed money, but he had never intended to kill anyone. "How could this happen?! I clearly pressed stop. Could our Remote Control have malfunctioned?!"
The bomber was also surprised, but he quickly snorted. "Who cares? We got the money anyway."
The accomplice was frantic, shaking his head over and over. "No, stop the car! There are so many people in that building! I'll find a telephone booth and call the police, tell them how to stop the bomb, and then we'll leave—making a call won't take long. There's still time!"
The bomber clicked his tongue, feeling that his accomplice was far too indecisive—so what if a few people died? There was no one they knew in that building, so why should they care?
But seeing his accomplice's determined expression, and considering that if the bomb really exploded, even if only a few people died, the manhunt would definitely become far more intense than it was now...
He sighed and pulled over. "Fine, but..."
Before he could finish, his accomplice had already shoved open the door and rushed toward a nearby telephone booth.
Not long after, the Metropolitan Police Department received a call from a certain helpful bomber.
After blanking out for a moment, the dispatcher covered the receiver and turned to signal his colleagues.
"What's going on?" he asked in a furtive whisper. "Didn't the bomb countdown stop ages ago? One of them has even been dismantled already, but this bomber is actually teaching me how to stop the bomb."
Another colleague reacted quickly. "Some media outlets are replaying the footage from earlier. The culprit must have seen it and mistaken the replay for a