The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"No, I believe it."

Judy raised her eyebrows, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose with her right index finger: "Just, I'm curious, when did you start to suspect me, Officer Yamashita?"

She thinks her performance is still good, at least Belmode has not found any abnormalities so far.

But I didn't expect that the car overturned at the place of Shanxia Turen.

"Your body."

Atsuto Yamashita pursed his lips and smiled: "An ordinary person and a well-trained agent, there will be subtle differences in the muscles of the whole body when walking. And you just haven't made a good disguise on this point."

"When we first met in the game city, you once shook my hand as a fan girl. At that time, doubts arose in my heart."

"Besides, your accent is too wrong and too deliberate."

Atsushi Yamashita didn't know which little genius thought of making Judy speak with this accent.

disgusting.

"Just because of this?" Judy wondered.

"Of course not. I checked your fake identity information and passed it on to a senior who works in Interpol. He told me that he knew your face."

Atsuto Yamashita took out a computer-printed document from his arms and placed it in front of her: "Judy Stein, 29 years old, FBI investigator."

【Senior in Interpol? 】

Judy looked at the A4 paper on the table calmly, and then glanced secretly at the hidden camera in the upper right corner of the room, feeling relieved.

At least it wasn't a message sent by the ghost.

Just as the senior officials of the Metropolitan Police Department are secretly thinking about catching the ghost secretly, the FBI is also catching them.

After all, with such a big organization, the President of the United States might not believe it if there were not a few undercover agents.

"So, Officer Yamashita, what do you want to know from me?"

Judy, who had temporarily lost the stone in her heart, folded her long legs alternately, leaned on the backrest and raised her head to ask.

"all."

"Including the series of deployments you and your subordinates have made to Tokyo, as well as their current specific locations."

Yamashita Atsushi opened his mouth, and Judy shook his head and refused everything: "Don't make such unrealistic demands, Officer Yamashita. Even if it's an order from someone behind you, because it will make you look stupid."

"Do you like to drink coffee?"

"what?"

The jumping question made Judy frown.

"Or tea?"

Atsuto Yamashita glanced back at the camera, smiled and handed over the choice to Judy.

"Duke, what are you doing?"

In the monitoring room, Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who was standing in front of the big screen, pressed the headset and stopped in a low voice: "All your actions must be carried out under my watch, only in this way can I be able to cheer for you!"

The sound of electric current disconnection made Matsumoto Kiyoshi's complexion change suddenly, and the sound stopped abruptly.

"How about coffee? or tea?"

In the interrogation room, Atsuto Yamashita, who had turned off the communication, put the headset on the table and took off his coat at the same time, indicating that he had nothing else on him.

"Coffee bar, I know a coffee shop that tastes really good." Judy pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, with an inexplicable light on her lenses.

"I hope it's really delicious. The last time I went to a coffee shop was a month ago. It was a store called Mars Coffee. The taste is so bad that I will never forget it."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was wearing a Shanghai blue suit jacket again, sighed with emotion.

"You won't be disappointed, Officer Yamashita."

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Four 10 minutes later, Judy's apartment.

Atsuto Yamashita, who was blowing steam, enjoyed the coffee made by Judy himself, and nodded repeatedly: "Not bad."

"Thank you for the compliment, Officer Yamashita, although this is just instant coffee."

Judy, with her arms crossed and green on her chest, looked at the policeman sitting on the sofa with great interest: "To be honest, you really subverted my inherent impression of the Tokyo police."

"As I said, this city is my beloved back garden."

"Whether it's Tsuruta Junyo, Shiroyama Takahiro, or even Shiraishi Kenichi and his group of damned mercenaries. No matter who they are, I will not let them wantonly mess up and destroy. Even you FBI."

Atsuto Yamashita, who put down his coffee cup, gradually became serious: "So, it's your place now, can you tell me?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you too much about the responsibilities. But I can assure you that what we do is also protecting the city."

"If this is the case, the Japanese public security will receive the two FBI agents I arrested in half an hour."

"...OK, I can say it, but you must ensure that no second person knows about this matter, including the officer who was in the monitoring room before, because there may be a risk of alarming the enemy."

"Ah, that's the old man Matsumoto. He often wants to be my adoptive father, although I don't agree with it. So, don't worry." Atsuto Yamashita shook his legs and revealed the mystery of the person behind him with a smile.

"We came to Japan only to investigate a mysterious criminal organization. They have strong financial resources and manpower, and they have a large number of killers working for them..."

After testing the bottom line of the policeman in front of her, Judy began to play freely.

The mysterious black organization gradually spread to the ears of Atsuto Yamashita from the mouth of an FBI elite member.

"Our Metropolitan Police Department has been secretly investigating this organization for a long time, and what you say is vain."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was almost sinking into the sofa with his legs raised, was very dissatisfied.

For a moment, Judy couldn't tell whether the man in front of her was telling the truth or lying.

"Actually, that's all I know. Otherwise, I wouldn't pretend to be an ordinary English teacher and secretly investigate in Tokyo."

"I'll take your words to be true."

Atsuto Yamashita got up from the sofa and stretched his waist: "However, in view of the reputation of your FBI, I need to warn you in advance."

"Don't make this city cry.

"Otherwise, I will smash your FBI."

"in addition."

A business card landed on the clean and tidy coffee table.

"If you want to cooperate with our Metropolitan Police Department, you can call me this number. Of course, sometimes the old man Matsumoto may answer."

"One last piece of advice: our Metropolitan Police Department is also secretly investigating this mysterious organization. So, don't think we don't know anything."

The last look of Toshito Yamashita before leaving made Zhu Di stunned in place.

Until 10 minutes later, James, the superior, called to ask how she was going.

"It's still in the stage of mutual testing, but James, how long has it been since the Tokyo police noticed the black organization?"

Judy recalled the warning that Toshito Yamashita gave before leaving, and asked.

"I don't know, I only know that the Japanese public security has noticed it a long time ago, and sent people to be undercover agents."

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"FBI news, this organization is very mysterious, and members above the middle level are codenamed after alcohol."

"Such as gin, vodka, belmode, irish, tequila, etc..."

Metropolitan Police Department, Superintendent's Office.

Yamashita Atsuto handed over the results he had sorted out to Matsumoto Kiyomachi with a gloomy face: "You know that if your behavior—"

"At least, we now know the personnel structure of this organization, don't we?"

"The FBI must have hidden parts. As long as Judy is caught dead, our plan to catch the tail of this organization and successfully find out the inner ghost will be successful."

"And, maybe we can destroy this mysterious criminal organization!"

The more Atsuto Yamashita spoke, the more excited he became, the envious look made Kiyoshi Matsumoto open his mouth, and the words he wanted to say poured out of his mouth and turned into a cold snort: "Be careful in the future."

"Don't worry, I'm very careful."

Atsuto Yamashita, who had planted seeds on both sides of the FBI and Metropolitan Police Department, felt very at ease.

At the same time, Shuichi Akai, who was driving a Chevrolet on the Tokyo Expressway, also received a call from Judy.

"How about it?"

"The policeman named Atsuto Yamashita only discovered my anomaly, and he didn't know anything about you and James. In addition, the Metropolitan Police Department seems to be investigating the black organization."

"Is that so?"

It is not surprising that Hideo Akai and the Metropolitan Police Department are also investigating this matter.

Amuro Toru, the Japanese policeman, is still working in the organization for mixed working years.

After hanging up the phone, Akai Shuichi turned on the car radio.

"Now I'm playing for you the song "Kimi と 激 した优しいあの地方まで" sung by the singer Yuka Saneda. This is a song with a beautiful melody..."

With the sound of music on the radio, Chevrolet drifted away.

Chapter 240 Conan: Who is the old thief in Qingshan?

【We have no way of knowing what Atsuto Yamashita and the Metropolitan Police Department know.However, since he discovered it, you can also use this opportunity to borrow the energy of the Metropolitan Police Department. 】

The mysterious black organization is only an underground organization after all. If it can get some help from the Metropolitan Police Department, it can be said to be of great help to the FBI's plan.

After being discovered by the Tokyo police at the level of Atsuto Yamashita, revealing some information for mutual benefit can almost be said to be the best solution at the moment.

"So, will you leave me a business card?"

Pure water was poured into the wine glass filled with ice cubes, and the absinthe from the lid gradually flowed in.

"Under the mountain, Duren."

Judy raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

The unfinished coffee before the man left was still steaming on her left.

"Ah!"