(thud)
Or was it that the damned One-Eyed Dragon hadn't done anything at all, and was merely standing by with a grin as usual, thinking Uzo knew his limits?
I really should've stuffed him into the elevator too. Curacao's face remained perfectly calm, but she was nearly grinding her teeth to dust. Let him see for himself what kind of wonderful experience his "good subordinate" can bring him.
"Less than two minutes remain until the explosion!"
Outside Tokyo Tower.
The reporter's voice grew even more impassioned than before. "Mr. Bomber, if you're watching this broadcast, if you still have even a shred of conscience as a human being, please stop the countdown immediately and defuse the bomb! The people in the elevator are only two innocent ordinary citizens..."
Amid the noisy background, the Bomber emerged from a building nearby. Hearing the reporter's words, he snorted coldly, and his gaze quietly turned chilling.
If he remembered correctly, seven years ago, this group of reporters had said the exact same thing on television—then his foolish accomplice, who still had a conscience, had been tricked into going to a telephone booth, located by the police, and died a miserable death.
"The same trick, and you think you can use it on me again?" He walked to a nearby parking lot, got into his car, and looked at Tokyo Tower in the Rearview Mirror. He only regretted that he hadn't made the bomb bigger—big enough to send that bastard reporter who preached conscience to criminals straight to hell with it.
Regretful as he was, he floored the accelerator and sped away.
"If they defuse the bomb early, they won't get the prompt on the LCD screen. Then, three hours later, my other bomb will explode, and countless people will die because of that