The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

[Grass!]

Atsuto Yamashita's expression changed when he suddenly thought of Fujiko Mine.

Eh! Down the mountain!"

"Where are you going?!" Chiba was in a daze, and Toshito Yamashita was already running towards the elevator.

"I'm going to do something! Leave me alone!"

Atsuto Yamashita, who trot all the way to the parking lot, got into the car, took out another mobile phone and dialed Fujiko Mine.

"Ah, Haidong-kun? It's really rare, you actually took the initiative to call me again."

On the other side of the world, Fujiko Mine, who was on vacation in a bikini on the beach, didn't care about the frequent glances of men.After stretching for a while, he kicked Lupine III III who wanted to use the name of wearing sunscreen to do something to himself.

"Do you have any information on all the members of the Middle Eastern mercenary group you mentioned last time?" Atsuto Yamashita ignored the woman's teasing and went straight to the point.

"Have you met them?" The smile on Fujiko Mine's mouth disappeared instantly after hearing this.

"If it was really them, I'm afraid it wasn't me who met them, but they took the initiative to find me and the Metropolitan Police Department.

A top mercenary from the Middle East, one of the fiercest and richest killing skills in the world.If it was really them, then Yamashita Akatsuki really felt tricky.

Mine Fujiko fell silent.

"Hello? Are you listening? I'm not joking, Fujiko Mine." Seeing that there was no answer on the call, Yamashita Atsuto urged with a frown.

"Holy Cross Mercenary Group, the leader is a Japanese named Seto Kenichi, I told you this before."

Recalling the little information he found at random, Mine Fujiko confessed: "The biggest feature of this mercenary group is the external code name."

"The leader Seto is also code-named Michael; the second person is code-named Gabriel."

"By analogy, the code names of the remaining five members of the group are all the names of other archangels in the Bible."

[Michael....]

[Holy Cross Mercenary Corps...]

[middle East.....]

"Thanks, I'll treat you to dinner next time I come to Japan." Atsuto Yamashita immediately hung up the phone, left the parking lot and went straight to the office area.

"You one..." Before Fujiko had time to ask what was going on, there was only the "beep" of the phone in his ears.

"Yamashita, where have you been? Where is the suspect, Yuri Xuka?" Megushisan, who was conveying the police's high-level orders to his subordinates, felt a little puzzled when he saw Yamashita Totsuto return in a hurry.

"She's not a prisoner." Atsuto Yamashita returned to his seat, took out the fax and put it in front of Mumu Shisan and his colleagues: "This is Michael."

"Or call him, Ichiseto Kenichi, the head of the Holy Cross Mercenary Corps.

The policemen looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what the hell Yamashita was talking about.

"I asked my classmate who worked as a legal aid in the Middle East, and she said that there is a mercenary group whose code names are all angels in the Bible, and the leader calls himself [Michael]."

"The most important thing is, according to what she said, the Holy Cross mercenary group seemed to have returned to Japan some time ago."

Atsuto Yamashita spoke very slowly, and his enunciation was exceptionally clear: "From the test results fed back by the forensics class and the explosives disposal class, the bomb that destroyed the dormitory building of the Johnny Museum of Art was the group of Middle Eastern mercenaries. One of my favorite bombs - YU-22."

"Is that so...In that case, Sato, go find information about the Holy Cross Mercenary Corps."

"Yamashita, Takagi, Shiratori, Chiba, each of you leads a team to copy the surveillance at various airports in Japan." Out of trust in Ai Jiang, Mego Thirteen immediately made a decision.

"learn!"

The uniform voice echoed in the sky where the forcible criminals searched the office area of ​​the third department.

[Damn, let me stay up late tonight and work overtime, don't let me catch you little bastards. ]

Leading the team to set off, the people at the foot of the mountain were cursing and swearing, with extremely unfriendly eyes.

"Holy Cross Mercenary Corps, due to limited time, the information that can be collected for the time being is not very comprehensive.

"However, it can be seen from the only part of the information that the seven members of this mercenary group have extremely strong individual combat capabilities."

"Using the widely circulated name of the seven angels of the Bible as the code name, the success rate of the mission in the past five years is a terrifying 5%.

"As for Kenichi Seto mentioned by Yamashita, unfortunately we still have no way to determine whether this is Michael's real name, and no corresponding information can be found.

Chapter 190 A Crime Without a Puzzle Letter

Late at night, at 02:30 in the morning.The office area of ​​the search department was still brightly lit.Miwako Sato, who had printed out all the materials of the mercenary group that had been sorted out temporarily, bound them into a book and handed them to a group of colleagues, knocked on the table, and stuck 7 photos on the board behind her.On the top was a single Japanese man with black hair and black eyes. He looked ordinary and looked about 30 years old.The silver suit and the two mustaches above the lips are hardly reminiscent of [mercenary] - the noun, but it looks more like a scholar with a refined temperament.

And at the bottom of this photo is written [Michael (Seto Kenichi?)].

"Is he the only one of the seven people who is of the yellow race?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who drank Ruo coffee, was speechless inwardly.

"Yes, and, as far as we can find one"

"Police! We found it! We found these seven mercenaries and walked out of the surveillance at the airport!"

Takagi, who was watching the surveillance on duty, hurried into the meeting room and interrupted Miwako Sato's introduction.

"What?! Are you serious, brother Takagi?!" Mumu Shisan stood up abruptly and rushed out of the meeting room immediately.

[Surveillance really captured it? Did you really not hide yourself at all?] Atsuto Yamashita, who was the last one to walk out of the meeting room, frowned.To be honest, he didn't hold out much hope for airport surveillance at first. X can't help it, he doesn't let go of every possible police duty.But now... don't care that the bombs used may be exposed: the identity is nothing more than that, and now they don't even hide it when they fly back to Japan?