I teach kendo in Tokyo

Just as Jinma Xingxiong was about to say something more, a young detective ran over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Konma Yukio's expression became serious again.

Kazuma frowned, and after the young detective finished his report, he immediately asked, What's wrong?

This... Yukio Konma hesitated for a moment, and then decided to answer Kazuma's question, Based on the number of gangsters and Polaroid photos you provided, we checked the enemies killed and captured so far, and there are three less people.

Kazuma: There are less people? No way? I originally thought there should be people we didn't photograph. After all, we can't enter the transformer room and security control center. We don't know what's going on inside. Now you say there are less people?

We did not count the gangsters in the transformer room and the control center. Those gangsters were all killed or captured by the mobile team, and no additional means were needed to confirm life or death. In addition to the gangsters in these two locations, there are three gangsters you took photos of. ,disappeared.

As soon as he finished speaking, Daisuke Komoriyama came over with three Polaroid photos.

It's these three. I personally verified the bodies and prisoners. These three disappeared.

Daisuke Komoriyama paused and added: I made a copy of the photo and gave it to the Gongan agents, and they directly called one of them by name. This is it.

Daisuke Komoriyama pointed to one of the three photos and said: This person's name is Xing Jishang. The gonggan people don't know why they know his name.

Kazuma stared at the photo and recalled it, and said: This is the second leader of this group of gangsters, and he actually ran away? No, it must have been blown up, right? The college students should have arranged special gifts for this group of gangsters. The second boss.

Blowed to pieces? Daisuke Komoriyama was speechless. I suddenly want to arrest the college students who assisted you and provide them with necessary education. Isn't this terrible?

Kazuma shrugged, ignored Komoriyama Daisuke's teasing, and continued to talk about business: I suggest you immediately go to Tsuchiya-san from the Faculty of Science at Osaka University. He is in charge of this. Ask him to take you to the scene where they attacked the second boss, and said Maybe DNA can be extracted.”

Okay, I'll go right away. Daisuke Komoriyama turned around and ran away.

Konma Yukio looked at Kiryu Kazuma with complicated eyes: You organized an army in a short time. Fortunately you were not born during the student movement era, otherwise we would be in big trouble. You really don't consider taking the exam Kyoto University? In this case, I will give you a property in Osaka and let you open a dojo.

The Kansai Yakuza are not at odds with Kanto in the first place, and with my endorsement, no one can touch you.

Kazuma: But, I refuse.

After saying this, Kazuma suddenly noticed something, so he asked Yukio Chima: You can actually directly promise to give me a kendo set that can be used to open a real estate... No, a real estate that can open a kendo hall. Being a policeman is so rich. Of?

Kenichi Chima explained for his father: My family became Chinese during the Meiji Restoration, and the real estate is ancestral property. It is no problem to give you a house. Otherwise, this is the decision.

I refuse. Kazuma refused firmly.

If he had just traveled through time, he would have picked up Kazuma for free, but now Kazuma is completely different. He wants to see how far he can go and how high he can climb on his own.

Yukio Chika, on the other hand, expressed his approval for Kazuma's determination: You can't bend with force, and you can't be licentious with wealth. Kazuma, a hero comes from a young boy.

As expected of a family that has been inherited from the Meiji Restoration era, they can actually say the ten words power cannot be surrendered, wealth cannot be lascivious in Chinese relatively accurately.

At that time, the upper class in Japan were proud of knowing Chinese, thinking that this was the biggest difference between them and traffickers.

**

Xing Jishang calmly waited for the police in front of him to finish the inspection.

Hello, Mr. Tachihiro Kotani, you are in shock tonight. The police officer politely returned the ID card to Xing Jishang, If you need medical services, you can go over there. At the same time, we provide hot food and various drinks. The bandits have been imprisoned for so long, so you must be hungry too, right?

No, Xing Jishang said with a heart-warming expression, My wife must be worried to death. I want to go home immediately.

Okay, I wish you a safe journey home.

Xing Jishang nodded, walked at a pace that suited his current state of mind, maintained a speed that would not make anyone suspicious, and left the scene quickly.

Several reporters gathered around and wanted to interview. Xing Jishang even smiled at the camera: I just want to say to my wife, don't worry, I will go home right away.

After saying that, he ignored the reporters, lowered his head and forced his way through the reporters' encirclement.

Thirty minutes later, Xing Jishang entered the safe house, tore off the special-effect eyebrows and beard on his face and threw them into the trash can. Then he skillfully opened the supplies stored in the safe house, found the makeup box, took it out, and began to remove makeup.

If the other two team members also successfully escape from the venue, they will meet in another safe house.

Xing Jishang would not take the risk of telling those two people the safe house where he stayed.

Only Xing Jishang knows about this safe house.

Even Li Zhenghe didn't know there was such a safe house.

Because the boss of this safe house is not Li Zhenghe's boss.

Just as he was talking, the phone in the safe house rang.

Yes, this safe house is equipped with a telephone, and someone has paid for it honestly. On the surface, it seems that this is a house used by a rich man to hide his beauty. Then Jiao ran away with others, and the house has been idle until now.

Xing Jishang answered the phone, and the person on the other end spoke with a very authentic Japanese accent: Are you getting used to living here?

Yes, I'm still used to it. Xing Jishang replied.

Thank you for your hard work on the last big project. The group board of directors is very satisfied with your performance.

You're grateful, I just did what I should do.

This conversation sounds like a very normal conversation between a social beast and his boss who respects him.

You can stay in my villa for now and take a month off. This is the vacation you deserve. Then I won't bother you.

Yes, you have worked hard too.

Xing Jishang waited for the other party to hang up the phone first, and then hung up the phone.

After all, this is a privately operated telephone line. It is very unsafe and cannot make any mistakes.

After hanging up the phone, Xing Jishang turned on the TV and chose a channel at random - anyway, every channel now broadcasts live reports of the Osaka SF Convention event.

At this time, it is impossible to find a TV station that normally shows cartoons or nightly episodes of variety shows.

On the channel chosen by Xing Jishang, several guests were criticizing the fact that the gangsters may be Koreans.

The corners of Xing Jishang's mouth raised slightly.

Xingji still doesn't know whether the South Korea-Japan alliance can be destroyed, but after this incident, the possibility of normalizing relations between Japan and the north is probably completely gone.

The North wants to play equidistance diplomacy and has been seeking to normalize diplomatic relations with Japan and the United States.

And many people don't want to see this.

For example, the KGB and the Patriot Dad behind the KGB.

Xing Jishang left in front of the TV - at this time, TVs with remote controls had just begun to appear in Japan, and ordinary families still used old-fashioned color TVs with knobs to change channels.

Most of the furniture in this safe house was purchased several years ago, so there is no remote control. You have to go to the TV and twist the knob.

Xing Jishang opened the wine cabinet and took a look at the wine inside. He found that it was either sake or whiskey, not even a bottle of vodka.

There was no other way, so Xing Jishang took out a bottle of whiskey and blew directly into the bottle.

After blowing a lot, the phone rang again.

Xing Jishang frowned. The phone was ringing so unreasonably. Normal procedures shouldn't be like this at all.

Xing Jishang picked up the phone, and a very common telemarketing recording started playing.

Xing Jishang hung up the phone silently.

This is a coded signal, meaning someone has had an accident during the operation.

Xing Jishang couldn't help but cover his cheeks.

He guessed right. He was not the only one lurking undercover. The boss's style of action was that the undercover agents did not know each other's identities, in order to achieve double insurance.

This advertising phone number is the code, which means: The action may be exposed, and everyone begins to move.

Another undercover agent, presumably failed.

Xing Jishang decisively came to the dressing room and started putting makeup on himself.

After a while, a tall and slim lady left the villa in high heels, got into the most ordinary car in the parking lot, and drove away.

**

Ding Zaixu was worried. If the demolition expert suddenly got mad and went to check the bomb installed in the hotel, all his efforts would be in vain.

Although the life and death of Japanese people has nothing to do with Ding Zaixu, Ding Zaixu's main task is to avoid a large number of innocent civilian casualties.

Killing or injuring police officers during the mission does not count as a mission failure. After all, the police are part of Japan's armed forces, soldiers with guns, and the two police officers had the will to fight and were armed accordingly.

So there is no problem with this.

But if the bombs that had been defused actually exploded and took away a hotel full of civilians, then the mission would be a complete failure.

Ding Zaixu went around in a circle, but he didn't expect that this strong and somewhat crazy explosives expert had strong counter-reconnaissance capabilities. To his surprise, Ding Zaixu couldn't find any trace.

Ding Zaixu decided to risk going to the hotel where the bomb was installed. As long as the hotel did not explode, it should be none of Ding Zaixu's business if Shi Eunzhou caused an explosion elsewhere.

When he arrived at the hotel, Ding Zaixu walked around to the side of the hotel in a familiar way, opened the employee entrance with the key to the employee entrance, and then put on a set of work clothes in the locker room not far from the door, dressing up as a hotel staff member.

——First check the place where the bomb is installed.

Suddenly, Shi Enzhou, who was also wearing hotel work clothes, stepped out of the stab and punched Ding Zaixu in the face.

The power of this punch reminded Ding Zaixu of the scene in Water Margin that he watched when he was a child, in which Lu Zhishen killed Zhen Guanxi with three punches.

His head buzzed, and his direct thinking stopped. He could only look at Shi Enzhou blankly, with only one thought left in his mind: Is this the power that human power can produce?

When he was training in Lubyanka, the Russian instructor Major Kalinin, who could kill a Siberian brown bear with his bare hands, did not have such punching power!

At this time, the second punch came, and the last thoughts in Ding Zaixu's mind disappeared, leaving only a picture. It was the old house in his hometown. His mother was cooking in front of the hot stove. He could hear The loudspeaker outside is playing...

Before he could hear clearly what song was playing on the loudspeaker outside today, the scene was frozen forever, and all the sounds and lights gradually faded away and disappeared.

**

Shi Enzhou dragged Ding Zaixu's body into the utility room next to it.

It's already past hotel cleaning time, and no one will open the utility room until the cleaners go to work tomorrow morning. It's a good place to hide a body.

It remains to be seen whether this hotel will be available tomorrow morning.

After disposing of the body, Shi Enzhou quickly found the bomb installed on a nearby load-bearing column and reinstalled the fuse.

He didn't know who removed all the fuses. It must have been the mole, but Shi Enzhou didn't want to care about the mole's affairs at all. This had nothing to do with him at this moment.

He didn't even think about the connection between Ding Zaixu's hurried arrival and the disappearance of the bomb fuse.

He didn't care at all.

His only wish now is to send this hotel to heaven with him.

He had already installed the fuses for the two bombs.

The remaining bombs were installed in very strange places, and it took a lot of time to install the fuses one by one.

Driven by a sense of urgency, Shi Enzhou accelerated his actions.

Only in this way can we forever get rid of this nightmare that will never end, Shi Enzhou believes so.

He never thought that shooting himself in the head would end it all forever.

He has lost his ability to think normally.

Now he has understood the truth: if a large number of lives are taken away in a vigorous explosion, everything will end.

He didn't know where this idea came from, and he didn't doubt its rationality at all.

Does plausibility matter? Shi Enzhou has long been numb after seeing completely irrational and illogical hallucinations every day.

Shi Enzhou took his luggage and walked to the next bomb installation site, but suddenly stopped and hid in the shadow next to him.

——Here he comes, looking for me.

Shi Enzhou suppressed the trembling in his heart and held his breath.

Then two waitresses wearing the hotel's standard kimonos were chatting and laughing, carrying the small table for the food, and passed by the thousand-faced T-shaped intersection.

The tall, straight, black waitress who walked in front had the small table in her hands so high that it was higher than her head, but she didn't feel any discomfort at all, as if it was a matter of course.

But the waitress with curly hair dyed brown couldn't do it. The small table only reached the height of her chin and was already crumbling.

But the curly-haired girl still tried her best to show a cheerful expression and chatted with the long-straight black girl in front of her.

Shi Enzhou hid in the dark and watched this scene.

At this moment, he felt the hallucination lessen slightly.

But after the two girls walked over, the terrible hallucination struck again. He heard something on the ceiling making sparse laughter, and heard his satchel full of fuses crying.

The non-conscious and irrational world surrounded him, like the darkness deep in the Mariana Trench, trying to suffocate him to death.

Shi Enzhou used his last sanity to force himself to take steps, identify the direction in his hallucination, and follow the hotel map in his memory to move towards the next bomb burial site.

Suddenly, he felt it coming again.

So he hid in the shadows.

There was another girl's voice in front: Oh, I don't want to take a shower, I want to continue watching TV news!

If we don't take a shower, our bathing time will be over. Do you want to compete with Mikako from Class C for the shower?

Tsk...

Okada-san, hasn't the incident come to an end? Kiryu-san is a great hero again. You should be able to take a shower in peace now, right?

I say this, but I always feel uneasy... If I were a screenwriter, I would definitely add a twist at this time.

Why? It can obviously have a happy ending?

Because there is still a decisive big scene, and Kiryu-san's bravery is not highlighted enough.

Shi Enzhou repeated the pronunciation of kiryu in a low voice. He always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember when he heard this pronunciation.

Forget it, this is not an important thing, ending your own pain is the most important thing.

He came out of his hiding place, stood up straight and walked forward.

Japanese people don't like to meddle in other people's business, but if you behave inappropriately, there is still a certain possibility that you will meet a warm-hearted guy who comes to ask for help.

Shi Enzhou walked forward like a normal person, but suddenly he saw someone looking at him at the T-shaped intersection in front of him.

It looked like she was one of the students on a school trip staying here. The girl should be wearing a yukata issued to guests by the hotel, and she might have braids.

Shi Enzhou could only see this clearly, because the hallucination kept lingering around the girl.

What's wrong with you? Do you need help? The girl spoke, but her voice entered Shi Enzhou's ears without any hindrance.

I'm fine. Shi Enzhou replied calmly, Maybe I worked too much today and I feel a little weak. Don't worry, I'll be fine after taking a rest.

As he spoke, Shi Enzhou leaned against the wall next to him - this hotel looked like a traditional Japanese building, but in fact the walls were made of bricks, with wallpaper disguised as paper doors.

Nowadays, only those really wealthy families and super time-honored stores will use the truly traditional Japanese architectural configuration. In that configuration, all the walls are made of paper doors, and only the pillars are made of wood or cement. pouring.

These paper walls can be easily penetrated by ordinary people without any tools, and they are not soundproof.

The girl stood at the T-shaped intersection and stared at Shi Enzhou for a few seconds. At this time, her companion who had already walked ahead called out: Danzi! What are you doing?

It's nothing. It seems that one of the store clerks is not in a good condition.

Eh? How about contacting the front desk?

No, no need. Shi Enzhou said quickly, The front desk will come to check and send me home. I need today's daily wages. Don't worry about me, I'm fine.

Although surrounded by a sea of ​​illusions, Shi Enzhou's response was clear and logical, and he also tried to mobilize the sympathy of the young girl.

The strategy worked.

The girl nodded: Then...I'll leave first. You can take care of yourself.

Shi Enzhou waved to the girl: I will, you go, child.

The girl turned and left.

Shi Enzhou breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps because he felt the kindness from the young girl, the hallucinations around him seemed to have alleviated a lot. Shi Enzhou could even see the view of the courtyard outside the railing on the left side of the corridor.

For a moment, Shi Enzhou thought that it would be over.

I shouldn't have taken these kind children with me.

But the next moment, he saw the people he killed and his comrades killed by others standing in a row in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the faces of these people began to distort, and their skin began to fester, with pustules spurting out yellow-green juice.

In this way, they turned into terrible rotten flesh in front of Shi Enzhou. This scene, like before, impacted Shi Enzhou's last sanity and pushed him completely into the abyss of mental illness.

At this time, the last rational thought passed through Shi Enzhou's mind: Maybe all mental patients see the world like this?

For those locked up in mental hospitals, is it not they who are crazy, but the world?

Then sanity disappeared.

Shi Eunjo stood up and looked refreshed.

——You must restore all the fuses of the bomb, and then offer sacrifices in the brilliant flash of light in exchange for eternal peace.

**

Jinguji Tamamo suddenly stopped everyone: Wait a minute, I have something to do at the front desk.

Ah? Anri Okada was a little surprised, but immediately showed an understanding expression, Is it about the sick employee?

Yes, I thought about it and it would be better to tell the front desk.

But didn't he say that he didn't want to lose today's daily salary?

If the body is broken, medical treatment will require more money. Doesn't Okada-san, who comes from a civilian family, not understand this kind of thing? the chairman said.

Well, that's it. I really didn't expect it. After all, I only read the books of sages before and didn't care about daily necessities.

Anyway, Jinguji Tamamo interrupted Okada Anri, I'll go down to the front desk. It shouldn't be too much trouble. You can follow me.

Hey, why do we have to follow? Anri Okada looked confused.

The chairman directly took the arms of Anri Okada and another female classmate in the same room and walked quickly to the counter.

When they arrived at the counter, the chairman went up and said directly: We found an employee who needs help. He seems to be sick. He is at the G3 intersection on the first floor.

How did you know it was G3? Anri Okada looked at the chairman in surprise.

Because I carefully read the fire escape route diagram. The chairman responded, You should confirm the fire escape route as soon as possible when checking into a hotel. This is something that the teacher has repeatedly emphasized since I went to the forest school in elementary school.

Did the teacher emphasize this when we checked in here?

Okada Anri was speechless for a moment.

The fourth girl in the same room, Goi Kikue, praised: As expected of the chairman, he actually does this kind of thing according to the teacher's instructions.

This is my advantage. The chairman of the committee smiled slightly and turned to look at the lady on duty at the counter. We have been notified. Can I ask how you will take action next? Let him go home tonight, and then not Will you pay him today’s daily salary?”

The clerk on duty was stunned for a moment and did not answer the chairman immediately.

At this time, the lobby foreman and the manager on duty appeared.

The two pulled the lady at the front desk aside and chatted for a few words. The foreman turned to the Chairman and the others with a professional smile: Four students, thank you for your briefing. Can you tell me in detail? This person is a male. of?

Yes, male, strong looking. Wearing a hotel staff uniform.

Jinguji answered smoothly.

Then, do you think he's acting suspiciously? the foreman asked again.

Then it depends on how you define suspicious behavior. Jinguji Tamamo tilted his head, I think it's okay, he just looks like an old man who is sick but trying to show off his strength.

The foreman in the lobby didn't even have time to say thank you, and turned around to discuss with the manager on duty.

The Chairman and Anri Okada looked at each other.

She winked at Anri Okada.

So Okada Anri took advantage of her short stature and took advantage of the counter and the vase placed next to the counter to get closer and listen.

She came back after a while and whispered: It seems that the waiters on the evening shift have just changed their shifts today, and they have just gathered in the dining room that has just been cleaned.

Goi Kikujiang suddenly raised his eyebrows: Then what kind of ghost did we encounter?

Yesterday, that rumor! Anri Okada used her powerful association skills as a script writer, That rumor about encountering a ghost!

Didn't the rumor yesterday say that we encountered a 'ghost' in school uniform?

As soon as Goi Kikujiang finished speaking, the chairman of the committee grabbed her sleeve: I suddenly want to beat Pachinko, let's go.

Huh? Anri Okada looked confused, Now? We just got scolded by Daimon-sensei and Tachibana-sensei for covering Kiryu-san and Nanjo-san on a date today.

Anyway, I've already been criticized. It doesn't matter if I get criticized a few more times. Let's go.

Eh?

Goi Kikue had never acted with the chairman and Nanjo's group before, so it was only because he was thrust into the same group and shared the same room this time that he got involved.

She seemed unable to accept this development.

But Anri Okada was completely appointed, and even a little excited.

Aren't you going to call me Fujii-san from Class C? Anri Okada asked.

Jinguji: Mikako... let me make an internal call to call her.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the voice of her head teacher, Mr. Tachibana, behind her: Jinguji, what do you want to do again?

Everyone turned around and saw Mr. Tachibana standing in front of the lobby door angrily with his hands on his hips, behind him was Daimon Goro who stood like a giant divine soldier.

I want to go out and relax. Jinguji didn't hesitate at all and replied smoothly, I'm a little stuffy and need some fresh air outside.

You! Kiryu, Kazuma and Nanjo haven't come back yet, their lives are uncertain, the teachers are all anxious, and you are causing trouble for us! I have the impression that you should be a student with good academic performance, but why are you starting to deviate from the norm? ? Teacher Tachibana looked heartbroken.

Anri Okada suddenly said: Kiryu-san's life and death are uncertain. He should be on TV soon. In the incident at the Osaka Exhibition Center, the young swordsman in the rumors should be him.

Teacher Tachibana said with a cold face: I know. So the school probably won't stop him from studying, and will give him rewards, but this is two different things from you going out. The girls in Class B are about to finish bathing, so hurry up and take a shower!

Clean up! Because if you go to Kiryu's room tonight, or if Kiryu goes to your room, the teachers won't care, do you understand?

Anri Okada: Teacher, then I have to ask to change rooms.

Approved, you and Goi-san go to Teacher Lujiang's room.

Teacher Lujiang is the only female teacher leading this school trip.

In Japanese high schools, there are currently very few female teachers and most are male teachers.

In fact, not only schools, Japan is now extremely patriarchal, and important positions are basically dominated by men.

Anri Okada pulled the sleeve of Tamamo Jinguji who clearly wanted to continue going out: Okay, let's take a shower first.

The implication is that you can find other opportunities to run later.

Jinguji finally gave up and bowed to the teacher: I have disturbed the two teachers, so we will go back now.

After saying that, she turned back the same way without looking back.

This time, I didn't go far when I met a girl from Class C who came down from upstairs to take a shower.

Mikako Fujii is at the forefront - after all, she is the class star of Class C in terms of appearance, and has a cheerful personality. The small society in a Japanese school class usually has a girl like Mikako Fujii + a handsome boy as the absolute core.

However, Mikako spent all day running in Class B, so she didn't hook up with the local handsome guy in the class.

But this does not prevent Mikako from becoming the highest-status princess among the girls in Class C, and her words are more effective than those of several hot girls.

Mikako saw the chairman and immediately greeted him: Hey! Danzi! Kazuma has become a hero again! The dojo's business should be booming now, right?

Jinguji was still thinking about something, but when he raised his head, he immediately smiled and responded: Yes, Chiyoko will definitely be happy.

Definitely, Chiyoko is becoming more and more miserly. In supernatural stories, she is the kind of person who will transform into an evil spirit who yells 'Money, I want money' all day long after she dies.

The chairman shook his head: No, it's actually quite difficult for a person to become an evil spirit.

Oh? Is this your opinion as the former head of the Supernatural Research Department?

Yes. The chairman nodded.

Ever since she started talking to Mikako Fujii, Anri Okada and Kikue Goi had consciously become transparent, skillfully eliminated their auras, and blended into the group of girls following Jinguji and Fujii.

This is also a survival skill for people like them. If you don't master this skill well, you will accidentally become the target of bullying.

A group of girls just walked towards the bathhouse.

**

On Kiryu Kazuma's side, he, Nanjo, and Konma Ken Komoriyama Rei have been taken to the police's operational command headquarters.

The reporters outside are like jackals, staring here. A young man who may be Yukio Chika's confidant said. Kazuma remembered that his name seemed to be Yamasa Hidehiro.

Kazuma frowned slightly: I hate being interviewed by reporters. Most of these reporters are not very good. They only have one advantage, and that is that they can run faster than anyone else when chasing hot spots.

Yamasa Shuhiro laughed.

After laughing, he warned seriously: Don't say that when you go out. You will be caught and hyped up.

Kazuma: Don't worry, I definitely won't.

His attention turned to Yukio Konma, but now Yukio Konma obviously didn't think that continuing to look for the three missing gangsters had anything to do with Kazuma.

He brought Kazuma to the operations headquarters probably just to ask him directly when he needed to obtain information.

Nanjo Honami stretched out her hand unexpectedly, gently touched the bandage on Kazuma's body, and said with undisguised heartache: You are injured again.

It doesn't matter. Kazuma shook his head, Scars are the badge of a man.

But the frequency of your injuries is too high. It's only been more than half a year, and you already have several wounds on your body.

This is my meritorious service. You should be happy for me. He Ma said.

Nanjo smiled bitterly, obviously feeling sorry for Kazuma and a little angry at his attitude of not taking his injury seriously.

...Treat yourself well, just think of it...for the sake of that girl in the future.

Nanjo obviously changed his words midway and twisted wei me into the current expression.

The detectives working nearby couldn't help but turn their heads and look here. Many young detectives showed envy and jealousy, while the old detectives had an expression of Ah, this is youth.

Even Konma Yukio and Komoriyama Daisuke, who were discussing matters over there, turned to look over.

At this moment, Sakuma, a gongan whom Kazuma had met once in the hospital, entered the room, followed by a guy whom Kazuma didn't know. He must have been dressed as a gongan.

Oh, Kiryu-kun, you are really destined to be with this group of people. The people above asked me very seriously whether it was possible that Kiryu and Ma were actually super agents of the CIA, and after getting the intelligence of the CIA, they came here specifically to destroy the enemy's conspiracy.

I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense. Kazuma denied skillfully and flicked Uncle Sakuma's face three times.

Sakuma had a smirk on his face: Is that the super spy of MI6? He takes orders from Ms. M and is traveling with James Bond?

I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense. He Ma repeated his words three times.

That's Mossad. Sakuma said with certainty, It can't be the KGB, right?

Kazuma actually wanted to say Actually, I am a member of the Chaoyang people, but he held back.

It's hard to explain or prevaricate after saying this.

Sakuma seemed to have had enough jokes and shrugged: We will actually say that you cannot be a super spy, because unless the CIA has some cutting-edge technology that can instantly brainwash you and instill all kinds of knowledge and skills into you, you will definitely Not possible to be.

Kazuma: This is not nonsense. In fact, I am also very distressed. I always encounter such big things. I want to live a peaceful life.

And you are too poor to afford tuition at Tokyo University?

Well... there will always be a way. Kazuma shrugged, Uncle Sakuma, are you here just to chat?

No, of course not. Actually, I have a few things to ask you about Li Zhenghe. Do you know his name is Li Zhenghe?

I know, and I think many people in the venue know it. Because when he and I were playing one-on-one in the afternoon, he loudly announced his name, genre and so on.

Oh? He also had a one-on-one duel with you?

Yes, I won. Although winning doesn't look good, Kazuma responded.

I see, then you must have a deep understanding of Li Zhenghe. After all, martial arts experts often say that mind and skill are integrated. What kind of person do you think he is?

Is it important? Kazuma asked, He is already dead.

I know he is dead. But we need to understand her in order to crack the organization he left behind and catch them all. There are still a few of them on the run, and there should be a group of people lurking in Tokyo.

Those guys who silenced themselves with snipers in front of the police, the Metropolitan Police Department has not been able to 'scratch' them out yet.

Kazuma thought for a while and replied: Li Zhenghe is a madman and a paranoid...

He reported to Sakuma exactly how he felt about Li Zhenghe.

Hmm... that's it. Sakuma said in surprise, Okay, that's very helpful. Thank you for your cooperation. By the way, our gongan also recruits Tokyo University graduates. Counterespionage is very exciting.

No. Kazuma shook his head, Rather than dealing with spies, I would rather punish evil and promote good and maintain peace as a police officer.

In fact, what Kazuma was thinking was that if he became a spy, he would one day meet his fellow countrymen - his fellow countrymen in soul.

Should we arrest him or not when the time comes?

It is better to be a policeman. Even if the criminal comes from China, he is still a criminal, and it is natural to arrest him.

Sakuma spread his hands: Okay, I have fulfilled my duty of persuasion. Now I can go to the superiors.

At this time, someone suddenly ran in hurriedly and reported something to Yukio Konma.

Yukio Konma looked serious: What? Are you sure?

Yes. The young man nodded.

Kazuma had a bad feeling. Just when he was about to ask a question, Yukio Chikama turned to him and said, The hotel where the Kitagashi High School study tour group stayed reported that a suspicious person was found posing as a staff member in the hotel.

The back of Kazuma's head felt so cold.

What? Isn't it at the Osaka Hotel?

Actually, we haven't found anything at the Osaka Hotel. Our bomb disposal experts have checked all the key points for blasting the building, and no explosives have been found at all. Daisuke Komoriyama said.

Kazuma cursed: This damn Korean guy! Damn it! I thought he...fucked him at the last moment!

Yukio Chima: We are mobilizing bomb disposal experts now, but because the other party's crime notice said that once the crowd is evacuated or police appear near the hotel, the explosion will be directly controlled by remote control, so we have to enter quietly and complete the attack quietly. Apprehension of suspicious persons and defusing bombs.”

Kiryu and Ma stood up without saying anything: I am a student living there. It is reasonable for you to send me back in a police car. The other party will not detonate the bomb. I will go in and kill the suspicious guy while covering your Bomb disposal experts defuse bombs.”

After Yukio Konma was silent for a few seconds, he bowed to Kazuma: Please. This is the most feasible solution now. The Osaka Prefectural Police will owe you a huge favor. I personally will owe you two big favors.

Kazuma nodded: You're welcome. I also want to thank you for allowing me to personally save my disciples.

Two of Kazuma's apprentices are in the hotel now.

It's just a matter of course to save the face of other people and the Osaka Prefectural Police.

Kazuma really feels like he is a superhero now, either saving people or on the way to save people.

After all this is over, Kazuma considers getting himself a cape and a signature costume or something, and then come up with a signature line.

He turned around and saw Nanjo looking at him.

Just...

As soon as Kazuma spoke, Nanjo interrupted him: Would it be weird if I didn't go back together? Please let me fight together again.

Because what Nanjo said made sense, Kazuma could only nod.

Kenichi Konma: I can also go together. I am the son of a police officer from the Osaka Prefectural Police. The other party may be happy to see me go. The reason is also very good. I am fighting side by side with my best friend. I still have unfinished business. Let's go and have a small party together. It’s a celebration party, isn’t it?”

Yukio Konma originally wanted to scold his son, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense: Okay, then just inform the hotel directly that my son is going to have a small celebration party. In this way, the hotel may have to temporarily purchase ingredients and send the bomb disposal team to Heavy equipment, stuff it into the car and send it in.”

Yes. After Daisuke Komoriyama responded, he glanced at his daughter and hesitated to speak. He muttered that since ancient times, heroes come from young, and went to implement Yukio Konma's orders.