pjbooks Chapter 032 I Became an International Friend
Chapter 032 I Became an International Friend
On the streets of Shibuya, the green light goes out and the red light comes on.
That famous diagonal zebra crossing,
The surging crowd had receded, leaving only a lone figure in a black hoodie standing in the middle of the road.
At this moment, Lin Fan was still in that pose with his arms outstretched, like a mentally unstable teenager who had just been discharged from the hospital.
Many passersby stopped and turned to look.
Some people took out their phones to take pictures, some pointed and whispered, and a few sizzling, well-dressed girls covered their mouths and giggled, probably mistaking him for an internet celebrity filming a video.
one second.
two seconds.
The expected gunshot did not ring out, nor did it cause the excruciating pain of a bullet piercing the skull.
There wasn't even a siren.
Only on the large screen not far away, the cloyingly sweet voice of that girl group idol echoed in the air.
"What the hell?"
Lin Fan, who had already opened his eyes, had to put down his arm, which was aching from holding it up.
Looking around, the crowds were still there, and the glass curtain walls of the high-rise buildings gleamed coldly in the night. Everything was as normal as could be.
Did I guess wrong?
Sakura still hasn't found her whereabouts?
There were no ambushes set up against them?
But that doesn't make sense!
He had just been taken to the emergency center when Sakura officials came knocking on his door to investigate.
Now that he has already shown his face, given the nature of those people, they will at least send out special police to arrest him, if not completely surround the entire Shibuya.
Why is there no sound at all?
What do these mean?
"That doesn't make sense..."
Lin Fan scratched his head, feeling somewhat confused and uneasy.
As the saying goes, it's not the thief you should fear, but the one who has his eye on you.
If the other party doesn't notice you, that's fine. But if they do notice and don't take action, then the problem is serious!
It's possible that these people want to capture him alive.
The thought of being captured and dissected for research is unbearable.
Or being locked in a small, dark room with only iron bars, where he could only eat natto mixed with rice for every meal, Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine.
No.
We absolutely cannot be captured alive.
I don't eat natto!
I'd rather die than eat that stuff!
Since the other party isn't making a move, I guess I'll have to do it myself this time!
Our ancestors were right!
Indeed, only by doing things yourself can you have enough to eat and wear!
I wonder what it feels like to blow your own head off?
It must hurt quite a bit, right?
But there's nothing we can do about it.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, his eyes turning fierce.
He reached his hand into the large front pocket of his hoodie.
The movement was slow, so slow that it was imbued with a heart-pounding sense of ritual.
……
"Oh no! What is he going to do?!"
"His hands! Look at his hands!"
The moment Lin Fan reached into his pocket, the plainclothes agents hidden in the crowd and shops around the Shibuya Crossing instantly erupted in chaos.
If an ordinary person were to make that gesture of reaching into their pocket, they probably wouldn't even glance at it.
But when this is applied to a terrorist who could trigger a disaster at any moment, it inevitably leads to all sorts of associations in people's minds.
Especially in all counter-terrorism training materials, when a terrorist makes this gesture, it usually means two things:
Either he pulls out a gun.
He could either detonate the bomb on his body and explode.
Considering Lin Fan's record of causing two terrorist incidents.
They had no doubt that this guy wanted to self-destruct in Shibuya!
"Damn it! Stop him!"
The closest person to Lin Fan was a special agent disguised as an office worker, whose eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.
He even risked exposing himself, throwing his briefcase aside and rushing towards Lin Fan like a madman.
And following the man's actions, a second, a third...
Suddenly, seven or eight people dressed as terrified men rushed out from the crowd who had been watching the spectacle. They came from all directions with the same goal.
They all rushed towards the lone figure in the middle of the road with reckless abandon, uttering a series of strange, incomprehensible cries.
This sudden scene left the passersby completely dumbfounded.
Screams erupted, and the once orderly intersection descended into chaos.
In fact, this scene startled not only passersby but also Lin Fan himself.
Holy crap—
No one came out just now, how come so many have suddenly rushed out?
He watched as a group of burly men charged toward him like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.
Lin Fan's hand trembled slightly as he put it in his pocket, and he quickly took it out, along with the contents of his pocket.
It was a rectangular object.
"Watch out for bombs!!!"
The agent at the front let out a piercing scream, then executed a perfectly executed tactical evasive maneuver, crashing heavily to the ground, clutching his head, and trembling.
The others followed suit.
Some lay down, while others squatted down with their heads in their hands.
Some were even completely terrified, staring at the "weapon of mass destruction" in Lin Fan's hand with expressions of horror and despair.
It’s over.
Shibuya is finished.
Tokyo is finished.
The thought flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.
however.
The expected explosion did not occur.
No disaster struck.
Everyone instinctively looked at the young man who was still standing...
The two looked at each other, and there was silence.
no……
Is there some misunderstanding?
Lin Fan was equally bewildered as he stared at the group of people in front of him...
I just wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm myself down before I died... Is it really that serious?
Looking at the group of people whose faces were still frozen in fear, Lin Fan was somewhat bewildered.
However, he still subconsciously flicked open the lid of the Seven Stars cigarette pack with his thumb, slowly pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Then he patted his pockets again, looking somewhat awkwardly at the burly man closest to him, who was lying on the ground with his butt sticking out, looking at him.
"Hey... buddy, can I borrow a light? I forgot to buy one!"
Lin Fan, with a cigarette in his mouth, spoke in a somewhat muffled manner.
I'm afraid the air will suddenly become quiet.
The burly man lying on the ground understood Chinese, and it was precisely because he did that he felt the absurdity even more at this moment.
What's going on here? You still want to borrow a light?
And you, a terrorist who single-handedly turned Sumida Ward into a restricted area, in this tense moment, in broad daylight, reach into your pocket just to pull out a pack of cigarettes?!
Isn't this a bit too unprofessional?
At that moment, all the agents felt as if their intelligence had been brutally rubbed into the ground.
I felt like a clown!
"Baka!!"
However, in this tense yet awkward moment, a roar broke the awkwardness.
A young police officer in a brand-new uniform rushed out of the crowd, the dark muzzle of his gun pointed directly at Lin Fan's forehead.
"Don't move! Put your hands up!"
The young patrolman shouted, his voice tinged with fear, but mostly with excitement.
If he can kill this terrorist who is wanted by the authorities, he will become the Shibuya Gun God.
He'll be a hero to the entire Metropolitan Police Department then!
Lin Fan, who was borrowing a light from the burly man, saw the dark muzzle of the gun and his eyes lit up.
Hey!
I knew it! There are still good people in this world!
At least I don't need to mentally prepare for suicide anymore!
"Come on, come on, shoot here!"
Thinking of this, Lin Fan immediately pointed to his forehead, his face full of eagerness.
"Dude, please don't let your hand shake. Just shoot me and I'm begging you."
The young patrolman was stunned.
Although he had only recently graduated from police academy, he had studied criminal psychology.
I've seen people beg for mercy, I've seen people resist, and I've even seen people wet their pants in fear.
I've never seen anyone beg someone to shoot them.
Is this person crazy?
"You...you stay away! If you come any closer, I'll really shoot!"
The patrol officer's finger was on the trigger, his hand trembling slightly from nervousness.
"Hey hey hey... Dude, stop shaking!"
Seeing this, Lin Fan quickly comforted him, "If you miss, I'll suffer a lot!"
provocative,
A blatant provocation!
"Go to hell!!"
The young patrolman was enraged; he closed his eyes and was about to pull the trigger.
However, at this critical moment...
A dark shadow crashed into us from the side.
Bang!
A muffled thud.
The burly man who had just borrowed a light from Lin Fan tackled the young patrolman to the ground.
To prevent the gun from accidentally going off, he even stepped on the patrol officer's wrist.
Click.
The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.
"ah!!!"
The young patrolman let out a pig-like scream as his pistol slipped from his hand.
"Damn it! Who told you to draw your gun! Who told you to draw your gun!"
The burly man roared as he pinned the patrolman down, slapping him across the face repeatedly, left and right.
"Are you trying to kill us all?! Huh?!"
After a few hard slaps, the young patrolman was stunned.
Covering her face, she looked aggrieved and confused.
"He's a wanted criminal! Didn't the higher-ups say to kill him on sight?"
"Don't even mention you, you idiot! Bastard, that was the previous order!"
The current command is to protect! Do you understand protection?!
Protect?
The young patrol officer's eyes lost their sharpness upon hearing this!
"Drag him away! Get him out of here! The farther the better!"
Soon, two plainclothes officers rushed up and dragged the young patrolman, who was already dazed from the beating, away like a dead dog.
All that was left were onlookers and a bewildered Lin Fan who hadn't even gotten into the situation yet.
The cigarette in Lin Fan's mouth fell to the ground.
He glanced at the young policeman being dragged away, then at the group of agents around him who seemed to regard him as a formidable enemy but dared not approach. The absurd conjecture in his mind seemed to be gradually becoming a reality.
Police beating police?
Just to prevent him from getting shot?
Not right.
Something is very wrong.
They are afraid.
I'm not afraid of you killing people.
Rather... he's afraid of dying?
Lin Fan was a smart man, and after a little thought, he figured out most of the situation.
There are absolutely no idiots in the Japanese government.
"I see……"
"It seems they've figured out my 'causing disaster after death' characteristic!"
"Tsk...this is getting a bit tricky!"
"Feed".
With that in mind, Lin Fan tentatively took a step forward.
Splash!
The encirclement retreated three meters instantly.
"You...aren't you going to arrest me?"
He took another step forward.
The encirclement retreated another three meters.
Several agents even subconsciously reached out and made a "please take care" gesture, their faces plastered with smiles that looked more like crying.
"Mr. Lin, watch your step, don't fall."
The burly man who had brutally beaten the young policeman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling.
"There are a lot of cars here, it's dangerous. Perhaps... you could go to the sidewalk?"
Lin Fan: "..."
Knew it!
Those bastards know!
The reason these people didn't arrest him immediately might be because they weren't very confident, or they weren't sure if he had any highly lethal weapons on him...
Having figured this out, Lin Fan bent down to pick up the cigarette from the ground, blew off the ash, and put it back in his mouth.
I want to die, and you can't stop me!
Just then.
Buzz—boom boom boom!
A deep, furious roar of engines came from afar.
A heavily modified silver GTR sports car is speeding toward the intersection.
That's a famous biker gang in Shibuya; their nighttime street racing is a regular occurrence.
The car was going very fast, at least 100 km/h.
At that speed, even the slightest touch could send your shoes flying, beyond saving.
I wonder if these people would still risk their lives if I were to crash into a car myself.
Lin Fan glanced at the burly man who seemed to be the leader with a hint of amusement, and then without any hesitation, he raised his foot and rushed towards the speeding GTR!
"I'm going all in, go ahead and try!"
This happened too fast, too suddenly.
The burly man felt his heart leap out of his throat.
"No!!!"
"Stop him! Stop him now!"
"Damn biker gangs!!"
The burly man was completely stunned, and the agents were also dumbfounded.
Is this guy really not afraid of death?
Seeing that Lin Fan was about to have close contact with that steel beast, the burly man, who had no time to react, closed his eyes in despair and waited for disaster to strike.
At the critical moment.
boom!
A muffled gunshot pierced the night sky over Shibuya.
It wasn't the sound of an ordinary handgun.
It was a sniper rifle.
Did he finally give in and fire the shot?
Lin Fan was overjoyed.
However, the next second, he only felt a cold wind blowing in his face.
It wasn't a bullet that hit his body.
Instead, the speeding GTR suddenly had its left front wheel burst open, causing the entire car to lose control instantly and flip over violently due to inertia.
The strong wind it generated swept past him!
Sizzle—Boom!
The sports car slid dozens of meters across the ground, sparks flying everywhere, before crashing hard into the roadside guardrail, billowing black smoke.
Lin Fan, however, remained unharmed while maintaining his sprinting posture...
……
The wind blows.
Lin Fan stood in the middle of the road, looking at the wrecked sports car, then looked up at the tall building in the distance, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
This is actually allowed?
To avoid dying, why not just take out a sniper rifle and take down a GTR?
I really didn't expect that.
Even though I'm living in a foreign country, I can still enjoy the privileges that come with being called an "international friend"!
Right now, on the rooftop not far away.
The viper secretly broke out in a cold sweat.
so close!
"Report...Report."
"Target is safe."
That shot he just fired was the fastest, most accurate, and most mind-boggling shot of his career.
The captain's exhausted voice came through the earpiece:
"Well done... Viper,"
You've done a great job... You deserve a major commendation...