The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

In the huge warehouse, everything is completely silent.

Yamashita's denial made Amuro elusive.

If it is true, then there should be a cleansing inside the police.

Even if the Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Bureau are friendly units to each other, what should I say.

This so-called "friend" is not very friendly in the actual sense.

But if it was fake, how did Yamashita Toshito know this?

Even the public security computer has all the undercover news of the black organization, which is beyond the explanation of being well-informed in the general sense.

Because the computer still contains the information of personnel sent by CIA, FBI, MI6, CSIS, BDN and other organizations to undercover the black organization, this information has always been classified as top secret, and it is impossible for non-related personnel to know it so clearly.

Atsuto Yamashita's words are undoubtedly challenging Toru Amuro's bottom line as a police officer.

"You should know what these words mean to me."

"What if you know?"

Atsuto Yamashita felt amused, raised his eyebrows, and bent down to pick up the pistol he had thrown on the ground before: "I think you may have made a mistake, Fuguya Rei—no, Mr. Amuro Toru."

"The reason I'm telling you this is because I admire your undercover behavior, so I want you to pay more attention to the rear if you have nothing to do, so as not to be taken home at some point."

"If you have other thoughts because of what I said, then I can kill you now without taking any responsibility."

"Don't forget, I'm a policeman, you're a murderer."

On the border of Tokyo, in this case, the identity of the Metropolitan Police Department is a natural barrier.

The pitch-black muzzle was aimed at Toru Amuro, whose breathing was gradually calming down. Atsuto Yamashita tilted his head and watched him with interest: "Now, tell me, why are you shooting at me?"

After finding Hui Yuan Ai, it was logical to speculate that Belmode, who had opened several trumpets, was still lying in a coma in the hospital. It stands to reason that no one in the winery should be eyeing him right now.

But he was targeted, and he was targeted by Bourbon, who can be regarded as a high-level winery.

The people at the foot of the mountain couldn't figure it out.

"What if I don't tell?"

Toru Amuro, who has always been used to keeping secrets, asked a question.

"Then I will send you to see Matsuda Jinpei and the others right away. Believe me, I will do what I say."

The policeman's face turned cold in an instant, his eyes were extremely sharp, and his harsh words were enough to make ordinary people creepy.

None of the people on the red side in Conan's world knew what was wrong, and they had to hew and haw mysteriously about things that could be explained clearly in one or two sentences.

Those who know think that your plans are huge, and those who don't know think that all of them are disguised by Belmode, who pursues mysticism.

"Is this a deal?" Toru Amuro squinted his eyes, not accepting this.

"You can understand that."

"Okay, it's gin, do you know it?"

"Yes, my good brother Kudo Shinichi died at his hands."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was almost bald, came back quickly.

Conan Edogawa, who was far away in the classroom of Teidan Elementary School, sneezed suddenly, shook his hand, and the cake cream flew directly on Haibara Ai's face.

"Shinichi Kudo?"

Amuro frowned, he had heard the name before.

Former Tokyo police savior.

The incumbent is Atsuto Yamashita.

Speaking of which, Kudo Shinichi has indeed not appeared for a long time, and the outside world even rumored that he offended a powerful figure because he solved the case, and was wrapped in a sack and tied up before being thrown into Tokyo Bay up.

"The dead are the big ones, so I won't talk about it."

"Speaking of going back to the piano bar, why did he stare at me? I shouldn't have any trouble with him, right?" Atsuto Yamashita didn't want to talk about the God of Death, and asked without compulsion in his heart.

"Because of Kikujiro Onoda."

Amuro, who slowly raised his hands, had a smile on his lips, which was unpredictable: "Matsumoto Kiyoshi should have been tied up by the people in the organization now, who told him that he will be promoted to the section chief soon, and you are in the police department. The prestige inside the auditorium is also a point that Gin wants to take advantage of."

[Matsumoto Kiyoshige was tied up? 】

Hearing this, Toshita Yamashita frowned.

what happened?

Why are the people in the winery still eyeing——

Wait!

"Is the code name of the person who kidnapped Kiyocho Matsumoto called Ireland?"

Suddenly, I remembered a theater version of Toshita Yamashita's breathing suddenly became heavy.

"…………"

Amuro Toru is really confused now.

What and what?

Why is it Ireland?

What about your reasoning logic?

Does all this information have anything to do with Ireland?

How did you come up with it?

"Is there another gunship?"

Surprised!

Toru Amuro felt that the whole body of the man in front of him seemed to be shrouded in an aura of unknown mystery.

What kind of fanciful associations are these?

The key is still guessed by him? ? ?

"Toru Amuro—bah, Brother Furutani Zero, the armed helicopter is a weapon that can plunge Tokyo into panic. We must stop Gin's unconscionable behavior. Otherwise, I don't know how many families will be in the armed helicopter under fire."

Atsuto Yamashita stretched out his hand solemnly, and patted Toru Amuro on the shoulder: "I know you don't trust me, it's okay, because to be honest, I don't trust you either."

"But the current situation is very serious. I must stop Gin's terrorist actions, otherwise the residents of this city will definitely fall into panic."

"I need your help. This is my request as a policeman."

Amuro Toru didn't know what to say for a while.

This person's attitude changed a little quickly, and he was a little exaggerated.

But it was precisely the trust revealed in this exaggeration that Toru Amuro found contradictory.

As Atsuto Yamashita said before, if he really wanted to kill, he would be dead when the flash bomb + smoke bomb exploded.

Because at that time Toru Amuro was really caught off guard.

Who would have thought that a policeman would still carry these things with him after receiving a call from a murderer who surrendered himself.

"What do you want to do?" Toru Amuro hesitated.

"Kidnap me away, remember to come and change back with me after get off work every day, and I will come to you to change back before work."

In front of Toru Amuro, Atsuto Yamashita felt as if someone had punched the void, turned around on the spot for three and a half weeks, then fell straight and closed his eyes.

A ravaged look.

"…………"

The corners of Toru Amuro's eyes twitched.

He couldn't keep up with the man's brain circuit: "You—"

"Oh, right."

Atsuto Yamashita, who sat up in a dying state, raised his right hand and stretched out an index finger to interrupt Toru Amuro's words: "Please delay for a few more days, I need time to save this city. By the way, Remember to write a closing report every day."

"The closing report is very important. For the past half month, I have been working overtime until midnight every day in order to finish the pile of reports as soon as possible. During the few days when you replaced me at work, I will leave those reports to you, Jiang Gu Jun, if you don’t understand anything, you can ask your colleagues or call me.”

After clasping his hands together to say the last sentence, Shan Xia's neck twitched, and he passed out again.

"…………"

What the hell is so weird? !

This is the savior of the Metropolitan Police Department? ? ?

For some reason, Toru Amuro suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his temple.

This man named Atsuto Yamashita was different from everyone he had ever met before.

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"Hello? Fujiko-chan~"

"I miss you so much~"

Ten minutes later, Atsuto Yamashita watched Toru Amuro leave with Ireland with squinted eyes, and called Fujiko Mine.

Directly across from him, there was also a comatose Matsumoto Kiyomachi tied up.

"Oh? Don't you have a fiancee? What? She can't satisfy you anymore?"

Fujiko Mine, who had just finished a vote in Thailand, almost got goosebumps when she heard this voice.

"Don't drive, I'm a decent person."

Benedict at the foot of the mountain coughed twice, and corrected seriously: "I promised you that the armed helicopter is coming, do you want to take it?"

“……………???”

Mine Fujiko stood up from the bathtub, and the bright red rose petals touched her body along the water.

[Cheng Shi, prepare two stainless steel washbasins for me. 】

Rice Flower Town, Aso Clinic.

Asahi, who was still staring at the renovation, did receive a text message from a friend.