"You mean to say there's a place in the park where the former king buried a lot of explosives?"
The young gendarme standing at the street corner looked up at the looming mountains nearby, phone in hand, and asked with some confusion.
"That's exactly the case, and we have at most half an hour left, but we can't rule out the possibility of unexpected conditions causing an early explosion."
A hoarse voice that obviously had been altered came through from the other end of the phone.
"Half an hour left, what will happen?" the gendarme stared at the mountains, "Will it go ~boom~? You aren't trying to fool me, are you? Why don't I believe you?"
"I suggest you report it."
The calm response came from the other end before the call was disconnected.
"Boring asshole,"
The young gendarme put down the phone, glanced at the screen, and then back at the distant mountains, "Don't let me catch you."
