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Hearing what the'woman police' said in front of me, New Jersey's head suddenly got a headache.

As a dark household who rubbed all kinds of nearly real documents by himself, the most feared is the police coming to the door.

First of all, the police must check the documents, and the most important thing is that she did not intend to stay in Tokyo for a long time. She just rubbed the documents with her hands and did not enter the documents into the relevant system. This is okay for ordinary inspections, for fear of encountering such cases. Although this hand rub can be faked as real, the fake is still a fake after all, and it is impossible to say that it will become a real one in a blink of an eye.

But it won’t work to prevent the policewoman from entering the door. Now people obviously suspect that he had acted too hard and killed someone when he was brave enough to fight for justice. If he refused to let the police enter the door, wouldn’t he take the initiative to carry this scapegoat?

People were killed in Neon, even if the US troops stationed in Japan could only be taken to the police station by the police, then the military police dispatched to arrest the lives. What's more, she is just an ordinary American tourist?

Because of emotion and reason, she can only take notes with the policewoman before her.

The thought of my schedule was messed up because of my own kindness. After New Jersey lamented my commander in his heart, he obediently let the policewoman open the door.

But in the door opening and closing room, she always felt something wrong when she smelled the gas flow in the air.

‘Strange, why does the room smell like a hospital? She thought for a while and thought it was probably her own illusion, so she closed the door and took Usami Ren to the living room.

Both parties were seated, and New Jersey asked Usami Ren while walking towards the kitchen: "Miss Officer, what would you like to drink?"

"No, Miss Nishizawa. Let's finish the transcript as soon as possible!" Usami Ren waved his hand to New Jersey, took out the pen and paper and opened the notebook on the coffee table.

"Well, wait a minute." Nishizawa walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to take a can of Happy Water. He went back to the living room and sat on the other side of the sofa and asked Usami Ren: "Miss Police Officer, you can start."

"Okay. Excuse me, Miss Nishizawa." Usami Renren, like a real neon police officer, began to inquire New Jersey according to the process.

. . . I am the dividing line of inquiry. . .

After some inquiries about the formal process, Usami Ren closed the notebook. She said to New Jersey: "Miss Nishizawa, although I personally would like to believe what you said in the inquiry, I would trouble you to go to the Metropolitan Police Department with me. After all, seven lives are involved, and it cannot be because of you. This side of the story is so hastily ended without a detailed investigation, even if you are from the U.S.!"

If it weren't for a former US navy's navy girl, New Jersey would really believe her when she heard her awe-inspiring!

however. . .

"In other words, I have to go to the Metropolitan Police Department with Miss Police Officer anyway, right?" New Jersey put down half of the happy water in his hand and asked Usami Ren while sitting up slightly.

"Yes." Usa nodded without hesitation when seeing Ren.

"But I refuse. I'm sorry, your neon police really can't control me." New Jersey, who knew how troublesome it would be to rub his passport, directly refused Usami Ren.

"Miss Nishizawa, please cooperate with our summons. Otherwise, we have the right to take coercive measures against you!" Faced with New Jersey's refusal, Usa Miren hurriedly showed her a summons order and said.

"But, the police officer, you neon police can't really control me~? Here, take it for yourself." As New Jersey said, he took out a certificate from his pajamas pocket and threw it on the coffee table. The above gestured to Usami Renren.

"What is this?" Usami Renren asked New Jersey in confusion looking at the credentials on the coffee table.

"Don't you know? Miss police officer?" New Jersey said to Usami Ren without a face, as if the certificate on the coffee table could make her leave the room on the spot.

At the first glance when he got the certificate and scanned it up, even if Usa saw that Ren was mentally prepared in advance, he almost took a breath.

Only one line of English: CentralIntelligenceAgency is printed on the witness piece with bronzing.

Most people in this line of English may not be able to respond at first glance, but when it comes to its acronym CIA, everyone immediately understands it.

That's right, this is a certificate from the US Central Intelligence Agency.

If Usami Ren was just an ordinary neon policeman, she might choose to put it down at the first glance when she saw this document, and then apologized to New Jersey with her hands hanging down and her body bowing at ninety degrees.

But who made her, as a member of the Neon Special Raid Strike Force, actually participated in this operation, deeply know that this operation was under the command of the CIA's Neon Division?

However, it is not the time to turn his face. When he heard that the target was not in a coma due to the anesthetic gas, the SEAL’s Lieutenant Colonel Roger had already ordered Usami Ren via a headset~www.readwn.com~ to let her hold New Jersey , To buy time for them to reduce the encirclement and block the sea view villa.

So Usa saw Ren had to learn from the neon grass-roots police, bowed respectfully to New Jersey first, and then opened the document.

Open the ID, the name and position column reads the words of Senior CIA Detective Li Missu, and the ID photo beside it is a girl with linen hair and green eyes wearing star earrings.

Next are all kinds of normal personal information, but after reading it, Usami Ren asked New Jersey in a skeptical spirit: "Hello, Miss Li, how do you look like in the photo...?"

"Oh, disguise, this is disguise, understand? The appearance and name in the photo are also disguised. This is just a proof of identity. I still have three documents like this, so don't ask more about it. Yes, I am performing a secret mission. I can't tell you what it is, do you understand?" New Jersey said to Usami Ren without blinking.

"..."

When Usa saw Ren's mouth twitched, it really dismissed her as an ordinary neon policeman!

After waiting for a while, New Jersey saw Usa saw that Ren was still on the sofa and did not move to get up, so she asked her strangely: "Miss Police Officer, my ID has been checked, so can you leave me temporarily? I dare to assure you that the deaths of the seven gang members have nothing to do with me. If you have any questions, please contact the neon branch of the CIA. I still have tasks to perform tomorrow, and I need to rest now."

‘When you find the Neon Division of the CIA to verify, this lady has already left! "New Jersey thought happily.

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