How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

The wind of the early winter night slid into the bones.

The rough gravel steps are cold and hard, and the metal railings on them just touch the waist, forming a natural seat.

On the top floor of the Mosan Hotel directly opposite, the all-glass exterior wall makes the lights, drinks and guests there clear and unobstructed.

The young man's hands were behind him, and the wrist and the metal railing formed an angle, tightly stuck there.

He looked up at the hotel directly across from him, his bloodless lips opened and closed by the wind, as if he was murmuring something.

·

The top floor of the Mosan Hotel.

The blond young man put on a black vest over a white shirt, and wore a pure black bow tie around his neck. Holding a wooden tray in his hand, he walked among the guests very naturally.

The guests were in groups of three or five, but they were vaguely centered on one person in the middle.

It was a man in his early forties, with a fairly neat face and few wrinkles, but there were some silver threads on his temples. He was alone holding a wine glass, standing in the center of the hall, his expression was a little flustered, and from time to time he looked sideways in the direction of the door. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the well-dressed guests around were always blocking the sight of that guy.

It is estimated that this guy already knew that the organization was going to kill him, so he quietly arranged a lot of security.

If this guy had stayed in the middle, there was no way that Ray, who was guarding the tower, would have shot him.

That's fine, save him trying to save the guy's life.

Jiang Guling squeezed the tray in his hand and glanced out the window without a trace.

The top floor of this hotel adopts a column-free structure, and the exterior walls are all surrounded by high-strength glass. But even the high-strength glass cannot withstand the bullets of the sniper rifle.

Behind him is the towering tower, and the member named Ley sent by the organization is currently guarding the tower to find the right time to snipe.

When he thought that the other party was staring at him, Jiang Gu Ling's heart couldn't help but lift.

Last night, he took the opportunity to get along with Jingguang alone for a while, and then he learned that the other party had already passed the news back to the Ministry of Public Security of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Jingguang's actions are by no means too reckless. The matter of Hashimoto Sanji is indeed very important, and it is very likely that it involves the organization's top secret. Not only Jingguang wanted to pass the news to the Metropolitan Police Department, Jiang Guling also wanted to apply to the police for a special witness protection plan.

If the Japanese public security or police can control Hashimoto Sanji and ask him what the reason is for the organization to kill him, they may be able to uncover the organization's deepest secrets.

The only concern of Zero Valley is the undercover organization lurking in the Metropolitan Police Department.

The Public Security Police Department to which he belongs and the Ministry of Public Security to which Jingguang belongs sound very similar, but their internal operating mechanisms are very different. The review mechanism of the Public Security Police Department far exceeds that of the Ministry of Public Security, so if the organization does send an undercover agent to Japan, the undercover agent will most likely appear in the Ministry of Public Security, not the Ministry of Public Security.

In other words, it was much safer for him to pass the news to and from the Public Security Department than for Jingguang to pass it to the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department. Taking into account the fact that it is better for him to be the person who transmits the information. But it is estimated that Jing Guang also thinks so, and would rather expose himself to the risk of exposure than pass the risk on to him.

Gu Ling sighed and gritted his teeth.

Now that Jingguang has sent the news back, he has no other choice but to cooperate with Jingguang's actions first, and try to pull the person in the middle or the side close to Jingguang to block the sniping from Lei.

hope everything is fine.

·

On the tower in the distance.

The young man with long black hair moved the muzzle a little bit, and his dark green eyes watched the every move of everyone on the top floor of the hotel through the magnifying mirror that came with the gun.

This time, Jin Jiu suddenly arranged for him and two other senior members with code names in the organization to perform the task together, and it was extremely rare to direct it in person, which was actually very unusual. Gin, this guy, has never been so focused on a mission.

If something goes wrong, there must be something strange.

The target of this time, Hashimoto Sanji, must not be as simple as the president of a pharmaceutical company on the surface. In the process of contacting Akemi Miyano, Akai faintly noticed that the organization seemed to be spending a lot of energy on researching a "medicine", but he had not yet figured out what the function of this "medicine" was. The target this time happens to be the boss of a pharmaceutical company, which may become an important breakthrough point for the FBI.

Last night, when the three of them separated to step on the spot, he took the opportunity to contact the FBI investigator stationed in Japan and asked them to arrest Sanji Hashimoto in time for any crime, and try his best to prevent the organization from tonight's assassination. action.

Naturally, Akai will not take the initiative to assassinate the target, but he will just shoot a gun and pretend to be casual. Those colleagues need to be more prepared...

The black-haired youth's eyes were fixed on the top floor of the Mosan Hotel. Behind this hotel, there is a slightly shorter apartment building. On the roof of the apartment building, is the Scotch whisky guarding the sniper point on the other side.

He slowly tightened his hand holding the gun, frowning a little.

That is also a very good sniper.

In just a few years, it has successfully established itself in the organization and obtained a code name. He looks gentle on the outside, but he's never soft-hearted when he shoots.

A tough character.

If the other party is successful in sniping, their clues will be cut off.

In fact, when Akai notified the FBI investigator the night before, he had suggested that Sanji Hashimoto be taken away immediately.

But I didn't expect that this guy's anti-tracking ability is too powerful. Usually, he doesn't appear in any public places at all. He always doesn't know where to hide. FBI investigators stationed in Japan searched overnight and found nothing. In the end, they still have to wait until the reception tonight before they can really catch this guy.

As it happens, this reception is the time for the organization to kill the mouth.

Akai Hideyana tried his best to get in undercover. Naturally, he couldn't block the mission process. He hastily exposed his identity at such an early stage. Not to mention that the two members of the organization are still monitoring him, he must play the image of a black-hearted and cold-blooded member of the organization who takes completing the task as the highest criterion, without showing any flaws.

If the group of colleagues really can't seize this opportunity, they can only wait for the next time.

In the pitch-dark night, the neon lights of the Mosan Hotel in front of him were exceptionally conspicuous.

The black-haired youth lowered his body again, and cast his sight into the hotel through the magnifying mirror of the sniper rifle.

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Downstairs of the apartment.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stood alone in the shade of a lush tree, and the faint light of the street lamp was inconspicuous under the shading of the dense foliage. He lowered his head and silently glanced at his watch—

Five fifty.

Twenty minutes to go.

His fingers couldn't help but slowly pull on the backpack straps on his chest, clenching a little bit.

The target of this mission, Sanji Hashimoto, will stay in this hotel for dinner from 6:00 to 9:00 tonight. According to the agreement between the chief of the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department and him, at 6:10, they will arrive at the hotel and take Sanji Hashimoto away on the charge of tax evasion.

And what he has to do is to pretend to be at the location of the sniping point originally arranged by the organization.

This is the first time he has passed such critical information to the Metropolitan Police Department, and I hope there will be no mistakes.

With a heavy bag on his back, Zhu Fu Jingguang ran to the top floor along the fire stairs outside the apartment building. Generally speaking, there will be less surveillance in this kind of place than indoors. When they came to the site last night, they had basically figured out the blind spots of surveillance, and it was not difficult to avoid it.

The distance of the sixteenth floor is not easy to climb, but in order to avoid leaving any monitoring records, he has no other shortcuts.

Zhu Fu Jingguang gasped and climbed to the top with difficulty, stepping on the last half of the stairs, and the whole picture of the roof appeared in front of him little by little.

This is a very ordinary apartment building. Most of the office workers living in it, no one will go to the roof to dry clothes every day, and naturally no one will regularly clean the roof. As a result, the entire rooftop is dilapidated and desolate, which is somewhat different from the bright appearance of the entire apartment.

There are no lights here, but the bright lights in the distance are enough to let Zhufu see the road in front of him.

Looks like no one is there. Zhu Fu Jingguang stepped onto the last step and breathed a sigh of relief. So far so good.

He walked towards the edge of the rooftop, took off his backpack while walking, and just after walking more than ten meters, he stopped suddenly and looked forward in shock—

In front of the railing on the edge of the rooftop not far away, there is actually a person sitting!

The dim light on the rooftop made Zhu Fu Jingguang not see him for the first time. It wasn't until he got too close now that he could barely see the face of the person in front of him.

It was a thin young man with short black hair, and his thin clothes were blown up by the wind, like a full sail. The side face, which was extremely pale by the cold wind, looked a little psychedelic under the neon lights of the hotel opposite.

The young man was sitting on the outside of the railing, on a short section of steps that was less than ten centimeters wide. He only used two thin wrists behind the metal railings, supporting the weight of his entire body, and his whole body was shaky, as if he might fall off the roof of the apartment building at any time!

Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand that was holding the bag involuntarily loosened, and the bag in his hand slid to the ground with a dull sound.

The young man in front of him also seemed to be startled, his body shook slightly, and he slowly turned his head to look back, revealing his complete facial features, but the whole person's posture also became more dangerous.

wait, is that him?

The young man in front of him who wanted to commit suicide was clearly the helpful young man they met on the subway last night. How could this be? He remembered that the young man still had a smile on his face at that time, how did he want to jump off the building after only one day?

Ah, bad! The sound of his just throwing the bag must have frightened the young man.

The backpack with the rifle smashed at his feet, and the black-haired young man stood there a little helplessly, a hint of hesitation flashed in his sky blue eyes.

No matter what the reason is, he has to find a way to persuade people to come down.

He stretched out his hand in a panic, retracted it awkwardly, and said incoherently:

"I, you... uh, don't be afraid first, I, I don't mean anything else, just, uh, I want to say, um, life is still beautiful, don't do stupid things..."

The young man sitting outside the railing frowned slightly, and there was a hint of doubt in his amber eyes. "Actually I'm not—"

"Life is still very long, there are still many things you have not experienced, there will always be many happy memories in the future..."

While Zhu Fu Jingguang was talking upside down in his mouth and rambled about some things, he saw that the mood of the person in front of him was relatively stable, and slowly tried to move forward.

"I, think, talk!" A trace of impatience flashed on the face of the young man sitting in front of the railing, and he moved his body a little, "Are you, eh? Why are you—"

"Eh!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang seized the opportunity, rushed forward, hugged the young man outside the railing, lifted the person up, and wanted to cross the railing and carry the person back.

But just as his hand was on the young man's waist, the young man clasped his arm with his backhand and pressed it against the joint, and his right forearm was immediately unable to move.

Not only was the rescue unsuccessful, but he was restrained by the person who wanted to commit suicide.

This is the Waterloo of his police career.

At that moment, many thoughts flashed in Zhu Fu Jingguang's mind.

If the person was not saved, he might jump down with this person who wanted to commit suicide, ending his extremely short life. I just don't know what Young Tameran, who is just across the road from him and in another building, will think when he sees his body.

Zero shouldn't mistakenly think that he was killed by an undercover agent...

In fact, it is really possible that at such an embarrassing time and place, according to the character of zero suspicion, it is impossible to break the head and believe that he was unfortunately taken downstairs to save a person who committed suicide.

! If there is such a misunderstanding-

"I said, can you calm down now?"

The young man finally opened his mouth and complained in a cold tone.

For a while, Zhu Fu Jingguang's thoughts were interrupted. He opened his eyes that he had closed for a while because he didn't respond.

"Open your eyes and look down, do I look like I'm going to jump off a building?"

In fact, there is no need for young people to speak, Zhu Fu Jingguang has already seen it.

Outside the guardrail on the edge of the roof, which originally looked extremely narrow and lacked adequate safety measures, it seemed that it was about to lose one step. It was about 1.5 meters down. In fact, there was also a layer of waterproof platform that was nearly 2 meters wide. The sitting position is not far enough to jump off the building.

Zhu Fu Jingguang remembered with hindsight that when he came to step on the spot last night, because he had to pass the news back to the Metropolitan Police Department, he concentrated his whole body and mind on the latter matter, which caused him to step on the spot and step on the ground carelessly. I didn't notice that there is a waterproof platform outside this guardrail.

…

So it's just a misunderstanding isn't it?

Zhu Fu Jingguang slowly let go of his hand, stood beside the young man, and breathed a sigh of relief. In short, this young man didn't really want to commit suicide.

Wait, no.

His breath suddenly stopped, and the blood flowed back to his brain instantly.

When the young man just subdued him, he was extremely skillful in buckling his arm joints out. This technique made him recall the capture technique of the police academy for the first time. If he remembered correctly, the instructors at that time seemed to teach them this way. ...but the guy in front of him couldn't be just a police academy student.

Can an ordinary young man easily overpower the police?

Could it be that he really lacked physical training during the undercover period, and his strength declined?

This is also not right, the young man in front of him beat him with skill.

This kind of skill... Did he start out practicing judo? But it doesn't look the same.

And the guy in front of him was very magical first. He appeared on the subway they were riding on, and he kept staring at him with a strange expression on his face. Then, by coincidence, he appeared at the sniper spot he was assigned, and he looked like he was about to jump off the building.

First of all, they grasped their whereabouts, and then they predicted the scene of their actions in advance. This should not be a trap!

Zhu Fu Jingguang stiffened, his pupils shrunk. He turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the rifle that he had left behind.

Right now, the young man is still sitting outside the railing, and it will take a certain amount of time to confront him head-on. If it is true, he should have time to go back and get the gun.

Pretend that nothing happened, and try it out.

"So you didn't want to commit suicide. When I looked from behind, I thought you were going to jump off. I'm sorry."

The young man sat on the outside of the railing, swayed his legs, glanced back sideways, and said casually, "It doesn't matter, you are kind anyway. No one usually comes to this place, and I like staying here very much."

? Isn't this the first time this young man has come here? Shouldn't Gin specially arrange the sniping location here, it's also because of this guy.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stepped back slightly, his brows clenched and his fists clenched.

Could he have been exposed, and the organization sent this guy to test him?

"Do you come here often? Why don't you go home so late?"

Hearing the words, the young man said in a strange tone: "This is my home. My home lives in this apartment building. I just like to go to the rooftop to blow the air. It's cold here, so it can make people sober."

! Is this his base? Sure enough, he was indeed suspected. What Zero said turned out to be true, there were organized undercover agents in the Ministry of Public Security of the Metropolitan Police Department. He can't implicate zero.

Zhu Fu Jingguang gritted his teeth and was about to step back to get his gun, when the young man in front of him spoke again—

"But why are you here?" The young man turned his head and glanced suspiciously at Zhu Fu Jingguang. "I remember that the occupants in this building don't seem to have you?"

Zhufu stopped. His brain was running fast, and he first made up a completely unreliable reason: "I... happened to be passing by and wanted to come up to see the scenery."

"Looking at the scenery with a bag?" The young man glanced at the package on the ground, tilted his head and asked.

"Actually, I just returned to Japan and wanted to find a place to rent a house. I just saw the apartment here, but the landlord is not at home. The house I want to rent is the top floor. I saw that there is a rooftop here. I thought about going up first to see how the viewing angle is, and if it’s good, I’ll rent it.” It’s finally made up, so the reason isn’t bad. Zhu Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Indeed, I saw you and two other people get on the train from that station that day. It was a working day, and you got on the subway at that point, most likely from the airport." The young man supported the guardrail with his hands, slowly Slowly turn back to the side facing in and jump off the guardrail.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart hung up a little bit.

Were all three of them seen by this guy that day? The station from which they departed was also speculated. Who is this guy?

This guy is going inside now, is he going to do something to him?

Zhu Fu took a step back without a trace, getting closer and closer to the rifle on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I have a bit of an occupational disease, and I can't help showing off the results of my reasoning." The black-haired young man tilted his head and smiled at Zhufu, his amber eyes shimmering. "I hope it didn't bother you."

"Occupational disease?" Zhu Fu keenly grasped the word and asked repeatedly.

What kind of occupation would like to reason, like to strip the cocoon to pursue the identity of others?

Could this guy be the person in the organization who is responsible for finding out undercover agents?

"Yeah." The black-haired young man nodded, "I'm attending the police academy and taking a lot of criminal investigation classes, so I can't help but experiment in reality."

!

Police academy?

So is this guy really a police academy student?

Wait a minute, it's normal for a police academy student to be able to catch him. After all, he has undergone professional training, and it is reasonable to be able to restrain him who is not ready in an instant.

This guy will appear here, it seems because this is someone's home, it's not a big deal to blow the wind on the roof of his own home.

I bumped into it on the subway that day. He remembered that the stop where the young man got on the bus happened to be a transfer station. Maybe there were other lines passing through that station to the police academy. In short, they met in the car, it should be just a coincidence.

So, he misunderstood people again.

The black-haired youth in front of him is his junior.

In just a few minutes, Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart felt like he was riding a roller coaster. He reluctantly bent the corners of his mouth, smiled and praised: "The police academy is very powerful, did you just get admitted this year?"

"Hmm. It's a few days off, and I'll continue to go to class after that." The black-haired young man looked at him, and the smile on his face faded a little. "So you still haven't remembered who I am?"

"Um?"

Why did the topic suddenly jump here, has he seen this young man?

Zhu Fu raised his head in surprise, his eyes wandering up and down. He had obviously never seen the young man in front of him, but there was a faint impression left in his mind.

"Four years ago, the playground, the haunted house." The black-haired young man jumped out word by word, and his face became even more ugly every time he said a word.

"It's you?"

The memory of Zhu Fu Jingguang was awakened little by little by these words. The young man in front of him seemed to be the friend of the eldest young master in the haunted house kidnapping case four years ago, the young man he rescued from a stray bullet.

It's just that this young man has changed a lot. Four years ago, he seemed to be only 1.6 meters tall, but now he has reached 1.8 meters. The cheeks that were originally full of baby fat have also become thinner, revealing the unique edges and corners of youth.

In addition, it was indeed four years later, and Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't really remember it at first.

He finally relaxed completely, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face.

"It was you."