The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Don't leak this matter for the time being, and don't give him time to react. Our people have already set off to monitor Section Chief Onoda's family, so we can't expose it."

After a long while, Matsumoto Kiyomaga spoke again.

"Instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry about the FBI. In case they get messed up, just rush to the tower and send them to Ma Claw."

Atsuto Yamashita stretched his waist, muttering trendy words that Matsumoto Kiyonaga couldn't understand.

He really hasn't talked to Judy about this matter. I'm afraid he will return the favor that he finally got here.

If you don't keep it neat, you have to lose some favorability.

Police officers are tough.

"I'm going to prepare for a press conference. I can't make them suspicious. You can handle the matter of Section Chief Onoda."

Kiyomaga Matsumoto knocked on the corner of the desk, did not give his adopted son a chance to refuse, got up and left the office.

Only Atsuto Yamashita was left leaning against the corner of the wall, flicking the metal cover of the lighter every now and then.

The sound of opening and closing clanged loudly until a phone call came——

Judy Stelling, an elite FBI agent.

"Good morning, Agent Judy. How about calling me early in the morning?"

"…………"

Judy, who was in the apartment, was wearing tulle, closed her eyes and took several deep breaths: "Do you watch the news, Officer Yamashita?"

"It's been a long time since I watched it, and I feel a little ashamed to see myself on the TV screen all the time."

Atsuto Yamashita's lazy tone made Judy's chest tremble with anger.

"The FBI is suspected of violating Japanese law. Do you think this is reasonable, Officer Yamashita?"

On the TV in the living room of the apartment, Rena Mizumu, who supported the Metropolitan Police Department, was still waving the flag for the Tokyo police with sincere words, and Judy heard the meaning behind the words very harshly.

She knew this woman.

Mizuru Nai.

It can almost be said that he is the Queen's media person of the Metropolitan Police Department in recent months.

With the help of several exclusive interviews with Yamashita Atsuto, he gradually gained a firm foothold in the hearts of the high-ranking Nikkei TV station.

"FBI? No, no, wait a minute, Agent Judy, wait for me to get up and watch the news. I'm late today, I just woke up, you know."

"…………"

Judy hung up the phone, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she was, she threw the phone on the sofa!

She was still too naive.

Although I don't know what the Metropolitan Police Department wants to do at this juncture, but one thing is certain: this is the reason why Atsuto Yamashita handed Belmode to her.

But she was really determined to suffer from this loss.

It is because of Belmode's special attributes.

This woman is not only one of the top executives of the black organization, but also the chief culprit who ruined her family.

The Metropolitan Police Department was already secretly investigating the matter related to the black organization, so whether it is from a rational or legal point of view, in the case of Belmode, she, or her team, really owed Atsuto Yamashita a lot. A big favor.

"I thought I would owe this favor for a while, but I didn't expect to have to pay it back so soon."

Stroking the messy bangs on her forehead, Judy turned around and looked at the man sitting on the sofa in the living room with his legs crossed.

Gray jacket, black jeans.

His face was grim.

"Inner ghost."

Akai Hideo, who put down his wine glass, lit a cigarette, and the rising smoke gradually blurred his eyes: "There should be an inner ghost in the Metropolitan Police Department, so he is fishing and using Belmode's identity."

Gin didn't know that the Metropolitan Police Department was involved in this matter, he knew.

It can be said that the FBI is only responsible for finishing the arrest of Belmode, but now this kind of news suddenly spread.

So Akai Shuuichi's first thought was that Atsuto Yamashita wanted to use Belmode to find out the inner ghost in the Metropolitan Police Department.

I would rather give up a core cadre of the black organization than catch the ghost that has been lurking inside the Metropolitan Police Department.

【Inner ghost...】

Judy, who was holding a wine glass, frowned and took a sip of the wine in the glass.

Although everyone gets what they want, this feeling of being calculated makes her very uncomfortable.

Moreover, the word [inner ghost] reminded her somewhat of what Atsuto Yamashita had solemnly warned her before:

[Don't tell anyone about Belmode except Akai Shuichi, even your boss James. 】

She's a little weird.

Atsuto Yamashita should have never met her and Xiuyi before, why did he have such trust in the two of them?

"what happened?"

Akai Hideichi noticed the expression of his ex-girlfriend and asked.

"No, nothing."

Judy shook her head, not paying much attention.

Three minutes later, she received an apologetic call from Atsuto Yamashita:

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Agent Judy."

"There was a temporary worker in the Metropolitan Police Department who made a mistake in his work, which led to the leakage of information. I have reported to the Matsumoto manager to fire him."

"…………"

FUCK!

Judy thought the man's ability to open his eyes and tell lies was a little off.

Can your temporary workers participate in this kind of confidential operation?

"But don't worry, Detective Judy, the management officer Matsumoto has decided to hold a press conference, and he will definitely clear up your grievances at that time. The FBI is a good partner and brother of the Metropolitan Police Department. I assure you about things like this , it will never happen again in the future.”

"It's just that it's a pity that the temporary worker probably knew that the matter had been exposed, and had committed seppuku at home."

"…………"

seppuku?

Judy's eyes twitched: "Thank you, Officer Yamashita."

"You're welcome, this is what we should do. Everyone is fighting to maintain world peace."

On the dazzling Mercedes-Benz sports car, Atsuto Yamashita, who was turning the steering wheel with one hand, continued to talk nonsense, and Judy finally hung up the phone after gritted his teeth and said "happy cooperation".

"Still too young, too young."

Shaking his head, Toshito Yamashita had no self-knowledge. After getting out of the car, he looked up to confirm the address, and rang the doorbell of the villa.

"Who?" The housewife's voice was gentle.

"Section Chief, I am Atsuto Yamashita. Administrator Matsumoto is busy with the press conference today, so he sent me to pick you up to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Oh, it's Yamashita-kun, let him in."

The voice from the walkie-talkie made Atsuto Yamashita smile even more.

Walk through the courtyard and into the dining room.

An old man with gorgeous hair came into his eyes immediately.

Kind and kind wrinkles, cheeks that have gone through vicissitudes.

Despite his age, he still looks good.

Kikujiro Onoda is currently the head of the First Investigation Division.

"Long time no see, Yamashita-kun." The old man raised his head and greeted with a smile.

"Long time no see, I'm eating, class chief, the dishes are pretty good. By the way, ma'am, can you add a pair of bowls and chopsticks for me?" Akatsuki Yamashita sat down imposingly, turned his head and asked the housekeeper with a smile With a sound, the appearance of not treating himself as an outsider at all made Onoda Kikujiro smile in his eyes.

"I haven't had time to eat breakfast in a hurry at work. You don't mind, class leader, do you?"

"This..." The charming housewife hesitated.

"Of course it's no problem. Go and add some bowls and chopsticks to Officer Yamashita, Keiko." The smile on the old man's face was still amiable, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Section Chief, the treatment given to you by the Metropolitan Police Department should not be bad." Looking at the back of the woman twisting her waist away, Atsuto Yamashita wiped the corner of his mouth and said with a light smile.

"Of course. Everything I have now, whether it is money or social status, was given to me by the Metropolitan Police Department. I dare not forget, and I can't forget." The old man lowered his head and drank miso soup, saying every word Be extra serious.

"Then why are you doing this?"

"You don't understand, Yamashita-kun."

The white-haired old man shook his head.

In the next second, the housewife who had gone back and forth took out a pistol and pointed it at the head of Atsuto Yamashita.

Onoda Kikujiro put down the bowl, propped his elbows on the dining table, and crossed his fingers: "In my life, I have never been greedy for money, power, standing in line, or messing with the relationship between men and women. I have a harmonious family, both sons and daughters, granddaughters around my knees, and happiness. "

"Isn't this very good?" Atsuto Yamashita asked seriously, ignoring the pistol that had already been pushed to his temple.

"Of course, but if I die, all this will not be so beautiful."

The melancholy on the old man's face was gradually replaced by calmness, and his cloudy eyes expressed the unwillingness in his heart: "I still want to watch my grandson get married and start a business, I still want to continue living in this new era, and I also want to replace my grandson The wife who died in the mission looked all over this bustling world."

Kikujiro Onoda will never forget the scene when the woman took off the veil of mystery in front of him.

Forever young body and face.

For him who was getting old at that time, it was undoubtedly the biggest temptation in the world: "I have burned my life for this country and this society. Now, I want to live for myself once."

"It doesn't matter if someone's family is ruined because of your decision?"'

"I have been a policeman for so many years, and I have seen countless broken families. Even my wife was seriously injured because of a rescue mission, and finally died in the police hospital."

The old man shook his head, with a look of apology on his face: "So, I'm sorry, Yamashita-kun."

"You are still young, maybe you can't understand the mood of an old man like me, just listen to it as a bedtime story."