John Takes the Stage, and Immense Pressure

However, Sergeant John McClane was extremely calm. He simply pressed his hands to his eyes, as if to wake himself up.

Dustin was relieved. As expected of McClane. Luke was the only person under Dustin who could keep him down… Well, maybe not.

Luke was actually very thin-skinned. If he had to go out into the streets like this, he might turn hostile and refuse.

Thinking that, Dustin waved his hand, and Connie and Joe leaned forward to hang the last piece of "equipment" on John.

"After you get out of the car, we'll wait two blocks away to pick you up," Dustin said.

John paused in yawning and his eyes widened. "Huh? Dustin, what the hell? What are you trying to do? Two blocks away? Are you joking?"

Dustin said solemnly, "That's what that 'Simon' wants. If we don't do as he says, he'll blow up another subway station."

John gaped and couldn't say anything for a moment.