How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

The purple-red door was slammed open, and everyone looked at the door in astonishment—

Like a sudden burst of rain that made people unable to open their eyes, a large group of strong men with machine guns rushed in. Before the brain could react, the black muzzle was already aimed at the round table in the center of the hall. The leaders sitting around.

The deterrence provided by the muzzle of a machine gun is unimaginable. Even the weather-beaten leaders didn't dare to move for a while.

"What a joke!"

The subordinates brought by the leaders also reacted quickly, and all took out the firearms they carried and aimed at the intruders.

The two confronted each other and became a stalemate.

"Ta! Ta! Ta!" The crisp footsteps approached slowly.

An old, silver-haired grandfather walked into the hall through the gap in the middle of the half-moon surrounded by the mafia.

"Port Mafia? How did these guys get here?"

"How could they—"

"Personal suggestion, it's better to give up resistance." Instead, a familiar voice sounded from the innermost side of the hall.

Everyone turned their heads in amazement, and just in time to see the leader of the Hashirama group, Longze Hideyoshi stood up, still with a mysterious smile on his face, took a few steps back, and retreated behind his subordinates.

"Longze! It's you!"

"I'll just say why those people in Yokohama came to Tokyo so well, it's because of you!"

"boom-!"

A gunshot rang out, and the situation calmed down instantly.

Long Ze Hideyoshi shot the clock hanging on the opposite wall, shattering the glass.

He raised a smug smile and said slowly:

"Tokyo's market has always been in a divided state, not only lacking due cooperation with each other, but also giving the **** police an opportunity. Today, that scene will change."

"What are you kidding, you shouldn't have the idea of ​​unifying the underground organization!

"Do you think that by besieging us here, you can take over our property?"

"In the current situation, even if we are sure to die, don't even think about getting out of here alive—"

"What are you thinking? As soon as the chaos begins, you should be the first to be shot, right in front of the crowd. Also, do you really think you can hit me?" Smile.

"What's the meaning?"

"Have you seen him? Give you a chance to shoot at him, we won't do it on our side, try it." Ryuzawa Hideyoshi pointed to the silver-haired man standing at the forefront of the port mafia.

Hearing this, the man frowned slightly, but slowly took off his gloves as agreed.

The leaders at the round table looked at each other. Finally, one of the chubby old men winked at his subordinates while smiling.

A shot went off.

A dead silence.

The silver-haired man who stretched out his hand was still standing still intact, while the subordinate who fired the shot fell to the ground instead, and the blood from his chest continued to flow out. His eyes were still open, and he didn't seem to understand at all why the bullets that were fired would return to him again.

Although the people present were all black, but after all, they were active in the Tokyo area. There were only a few who had heard of supernatural abilities, and even fewer had seen them in person.

Such an enemy has no chance of defeating at all, and even if he does his best, he may still be a chariot.

That's what everyone thought at the time.

"Everyone, can you calm down and listen to me now?" The mocking voice made everyone angry, but no one dared to refute any more.

The current form is fundamentally unequal. No matter how big the difference in force value is, there is always a single blow. But there seems to be a bug in the opponent's camp that can bounce bullets, and it didn't hit at all.

"As long as everyone signs this agreement to abdicate and make a virtuous person, and hand over all the properties under their own names to the Hashima Group, everyone can leave here safely."

The subordinates on the side handed over the agreement and pen that had been prepared for a long time.

Such a picture was also put on the monitor in the monitoring room—

"Officer Xinhai! Aren't we going to stop it? Those people are about to sign an agreement!"

"hold on."

Go now, the police have no reason to arrest the Hashimama group, they have to wait for them to do it first. And Osamu Dazai should be here.

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Conan, who was hiding outside the door, looked at the scene in shock. What a joke, bounced bullets? impossible! It must have been some kind of blindfold that he hasn't cracked yet! How is it done?

What are these guys going to do? The port mafia, is it the mafia over the port? It's not a black organization? What is the site of a mega deal? He must notify the police immediately!

Conan turned around and bumped into a young man in a coffee-colored coat. The young man put his index finger on his mouth and smiled at Conan.

It's that weird guy I met at the cafe earlier! He seemed to be sitting with Officer Shinhae later, is it someone that Officer Shinhae knew?

The young man in front of him without hesitation pushed open the half-covered purple-red door and walked towards the hall.

"Wait a minute."

The youth's deep voice sounded, and the leaders who didn't want to sign the contract stopped writing and looked out of the door.

A strange young man in a brown coat walked in with a harmless smile. The leaders who still had a glimmer of hope saw the weak white faces in front of them, and completely fell into despair.

But this guy had a strange aura and walking position, he walked abruptly behind the silver-haired man standing at the front of the crowd, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Just using a little trick, I mistakenly thought that the bullet could be bounced. Are you right, Mr. Hirotsu?"

"What do you mean? Couldn't he..."

"If you don't believe me, you can try to shoot at that guy now." Dazai Osamu pointed to Hideyoshi Ryuzawa who was hiding behind his subordinates, but still showed some flaws.

The subordinates with guns looked at each other in dismay, but no one dared to shoot there.

In the end, the chubby old man took out the gun attached to his waist, narrowed his dark gray eyes, and before everyone could react, he fired a shot in the direction of Ryuzawa Hideyoshi. The bodyguard standing in front of Ryuzawa Hideyoshi fell to the ground.

"Fake! You bastard!" The old man shredded the agreement on the table, and the white shredded paper was scattered all over the floor.

"If it's a big deal, we'll die together. Who cares about being angry with you!"

The rest of the leaders also reacted, and the situation reversed in an instant. Everyone was holding guns, and no one could kill anyone.

"Since Your Excellency Dazai is here, this matter cannot continue." Guangjin waved his hand, and his subordinates neatly put away their guns, as if they were about to retreat.

"Guangjin Liulang! I knew that the port mafia was unreliable!" Longze Hideyoshi roared in anger, but he slowly stepped back. His face was full of anger, but the corners of his mouth could not be controlled. , the whole person is full of distorted contradictions.

His back was against the floor-to-ceiling window, and the hand behind him opened the door of the floor-to-ceiling window connecting the hall and the balcony.

The smile on his face was pulled to the extreme in an instant, half of his face was full of wrinkles, and even his molars were exposed.

"Fortunately, I was prepared! Hahahaha! The eighteenth floor of this hotel has been filled with bombs by me!" He took out a controller from his chest pocket, "As long as I press the button, everyone will be wiped out!"

"Mr. Longze, is that how you treat your deal with Mafia?" Guangjin Liulang didn't seem nervous, but he was indeed a little angry.

"You think that if it weren't for your abilities, who would rarely cooperate with Hong Kong and black, but also divide up half of the supply, what a joke!"

"As long as I press the button, all of you will be wiped out! All of Tokyo, all of Tokyo will be mine!"

While everyone was stunned, the guy had already stood on the balcony, and he raised his head to look at the sky.

Ryuzawa Hideyoshi's expression suddenly became a little flustered, but he still waved the controller in his hand. "If I see someone shooting at me, I'll detonate it right away!"

The person who had raised the gun secretly also put it down.

The scene became more and more dead, and there was no sound.

Long Ze Hideyoshi's face became worse and worse, and the hand holding the controller trembled uncontrollably.

A loud shout broke the deadlock.

"Don't move! Put your hands up! Police!"

The police who filed in with their guns surrounded the Hasuma group, members of other underground organizations and even the port mafia militant faction.

Out of confusion about the current situation, the vast majority of people have no resistance.

Ryuzawa Hideyoshi, who was still standing on the balcony, witnessed this scene, his face was ashen, but he still waved the controller, "Even if it's the police, as long as you all blow up here, Tokyo is still mine!"

"Long Ze, Mr. Hideyoshi?" Xin Haikong walked out of the crowd, followed by Conan who just hid behind the door to eavesdrop, but was caught by the surprise attack Xin Haikong.

"If you were standing on the balcony waiting for the helicopter to pick you up, the police have already seized it."

With Xin Haikong's words, Long Ze Hideyoshi's face darkened a little bit.

Conan hid behind Xin Haikong and tried to aim at Ryuzawa Hideyoshi standing on the balcony with his watch. Although just now he saw something that shattered his three views, but now the guy who was going to detonate the bomb should be dealt with first. hateful! Still a little too far! It would be nice if it were closer, but it would be too obvious!

"You can give up your resistance now, and you can get a lighter punishment. Mr. Longze, put down the controller in your hand."

The young policeman took a few steps forward anxiously, with deep worry in his tone, his amber eyes seemed to be filled with pity and slight fear at the same time, and his face turned a little pale.

He stretched his hand forward, and his arm fell again as if he didn't know what to do.

"Mr. Longze, you can't escape."

The police force deployed on the rooftop had seized the helicopter that was about to take off a few minutes ago, which should be the back road that Ryuzawa Hideyoshi had left for him. But now it has become a dead end.

"If the bomb explodes, you will die too, so give up your resistance. The police will ensure your safety."

Those who betrayed will be torn into pieces by their former peers, including blood and flesh, and even hair, and swallowed little by little, leaving nothing left. On the contrary, the police's prison can give him the best protection.

"Lyuzawa Hideyoshi, give up your resistance." Xin Haikong didn't move forward, but the hand that had been lowered before was raised again, with five fingers raised.

The sniper on the top of the building in the distance aimed the crosshair at the back of Ryuzawa Hideyoshi's head, so that when the bullet was fired, it could penetrate the opponent's brain stem. To deal with such extremely dangerous criminals, the only successful sniping is to kill them with one shot.

But how could the giant dragon, who used to call the wind and call the rain, willingly offer up the treasures he once gathered with both hands, and was locked in a prison without the light for the rest of his life.

Impossible, even just dying like this is better than losing everything.

Ryuzawa Hideyoshi's hateful eyes were fixed on the young policeman standing in the center of the crowd.

After so many years of messing around, if he hasn't figured out what's going on at this moment, then he's a little too stupid.

The plan they thought was foolproof was probably leaked long ago, and this group of policemen hid in the dark like the most disgusting reptiles, and gave him this fatal blow at a critical moment.

It's really amazing, the Japanese police, I don't know when such a character appeared.

He looked at the policeman. In his twenties, he was simply wearing a police uniform. It was obvious that he was wearing casual clothes, and he was gentle and elegant.

But fortunately, he still has one last hole card - the bomb he ordered last night.

He hadn't told anyone about ordering the bomb except himself, only the organization knew. Such news will never leak!

No matter how powerful a police officer is, if he is doomed to fail, before he dies, he should be buried with him!

"You people, please bury them all with me!"

Ryuzawa Hideyoshi finally showed that iconic hatred and pleasant smile, he climbed up the balcony railing, facing the hall, leaving his last smile in the world.

Xin Haikong's arm quickly descended, but the sniper a hundred miles away did not react.

A gunshot rang out, only splashing blood on Longze Hideyoshi's chest.

Ryuzawa Hideyoshi jumped down from the eighteenth floor while pressing the button to detonate the bomb.