The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Or are you guys already used to pinning your hopes on those damned Americans?"

"…………"

Amuro Toru, who was defeated by the first army, frowned, and Yamashita Toshito's remarks were in his expectation.

After all, the Metropolitan Police Department and the police did not deal with each other, no matter how far-fetched it was, if they didn't take this opportunity to scold them, they would be sorry for the police skin on them.

Moreover, there is a police undercover agent like him in the organization.

"You invited me here, isn't it just to put a hat on me here?"

Suddenly, Yamashita's eyelids twitched.Seemingly thinking of some of the past operations of the Japanese police, he stared at Toru Amuro unkindly.

"Where were you the night Belmode was arrested by the FBI?"

Time was running out before, so in order not to be discovered by Ireland, he could only choose to cooperate with Atsuto Yamashita, who revealed his identity in the warehouse.

Now that everything is over, Amuro Toru, who looked back, naturally smelled something unusual from it.

"Investigating the FBI, otherwise why do you think I know which hospital Belmode is in?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who was fiddling with his fingernails, curled his lips: "I directly tied two FBIs to the Metropolitan Police Department for interrogation. Through them, I got in touch with FBI elite investigator Judy Stein."

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about? You kidnapped someone from the FBI?" Toru Amuro was incredulous.

"Otherwise? I'm the Tokyo police. They violated the law. If I don't tie them up, who will they tie up? If it weren't for Judy Stein's good attitude of admitting her mistakes and actively cooperating with the police, I could directly expose this matter." go out."

Atsuto Yamashita turned his back, arms curled up on the railing, and Toru Amuro's mouth twitched with his expressive confidence.

This character is indeed in line with the written evaluation of the police.

but……

The FBI was kidnapped by the Tokyo police?

What kind of monsters and goblins are under that wretch of Shuichi Akai?

Laugh to death.

Toru Amuro felt that he could use this to laugh at Akai Shuichi next time he met him.

What a shame.

"In short, if you ask me out just to ask me such a boring question, then you can say that you have consumed my trust once."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was neither blushing nor out of breath, was confident and confident, and firmly maintained his innocent line.

This is an alibi made by Bourbon and two bottles of Irish wine together, and it is not for nothing.

"Moreover, the White Horse Police Chief has always known about the news of the organization's ghosts in the Metropolitan Police Department. Otherwise, he would not have given Matsumoto Kiyomachi full authority to catch spies. If you have any questions about this, I suggest Ask your officer to confront the White Horse Police Superintendent."

"I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was too lazy to waste time with Toru Amuro, waved his hand, turned and left.

The words he said were all true, but all these truths combined together became a lie.

There is no truer lie in the world than this.

The key to breaking the game is the Miyano sisters.

But now, Miyano Akemi is far away from home, and Miyano Shiho is unknown.

Besides, as a policeman, the only thing Atsuto Yamashita fears now is the winery in the dark.

Even if Amuro finds out something, he is not afraid.

As long as it is not found by the winery.

He is Red Fang!

Red!

In Black Fang, Belmode, as the only one who deduced the truth from Shirley, had already been beaten to the hospital by him.

In fact, if he didn't want to really destroy the winery, Belmode would have no chance of surviving in the night of the full moon.

At their level, the difference in physical fitness between boys and girls is enough to be relied upon in an instant decision of life or death.

Not to mention that the distance between the two of them was still so close.

Watching the eye-catching Mercedes gallop on the streets of Tokyo, Toru Amuro's expression on the roof gradually changed with an expressionless expression.

【Atsushi Yamashita...】

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At night, it was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

In the intensive care unit of the hospital, the ventilator that maintained Calvados' life was still operating. Belmode, who was lying on the hospital bed, had his eyes closed and his breathing was even and long.

The FBI was still watching her in front of the monitor, and she couldn't open her eyes.

When being transferred this morning, she woke up.

But she dared not move at all.

He could only continue to pretend to be in a coma, waiting for the people from the organization to save him, or kill her.

In fact, Belmode felt that with Gin's style, after a rescue operation failed, the next step should be assassination.

She is very self-aware.

Unlike Gin, who was utterly loyal to the organization, she didn't have that stupid allegiance to the organization, or to that gentleman.

Once it falls into the hands of the FBI, the organization's secrets are likely to be used as a bargaining chip by itself.

This is something Gin absolutely does not want to see.

[I'm really curious, Qin Jiu.What are you going to do——]

click -

Suddenly, the crisp sound of opening the door interrupted the turbulent thoughts in Belmode's mind.

Thinking that it was the FBI's customary rounds, she took her time and continued to pretend to be unconscious.

In the next second, he found that there were hands walking on his body? !

"Don't pretend, I know you're awake, Belmode."

After touching what he wanted, Atsuto Yamashita leaned over to the woman's ear, and the surveillance wire was cut off immediately.

——? !

[Yamashita Benedict? ! 】

Bermoder suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the man standing beside the hospital bed, holding a broken monitoring wire in his hand.

The constricted pupils were full of vigilance and alertness.

"All the people in charge of the FBI's surveillance are asleep tonight, so you don't have to worry about being discovered."

Atsuto Yamashita, who casually pulled out a chair and sat in front of the hospital bed, put his feet on the Calvados bed, crossed his fingers across his chest, and smiled.

"What about monitoring?"

"I have my own way to cover it, you don't have to worry about it."

"yes."

Belmode squinted his eyes, noncommittal: "Then, should I call you Yamashita Toshito? Or the head of heaven? Or Zofi? Seven? Haidong Dashu? Max?"

"Whatever you want, as long as you want, you can call me Brother Ott." Atsuto Yamashita tore apart a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, with an expression of indifference.

"You don't seem surprised that I know this?"

"Xue Li's exposure means that you will find out about Ma Cheng through her, and I am a person who often stays with Ma Cheng. It is normal for you to be suspicious of me again."

"So you shot at me."

"Otherwise, wait for others to visit my grave?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who was chewing candy, sneered.

The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers.

This is a truth that he realized with his life in his previous life.

"You are so frank than I expected."

Belmode was very surprised, she thought this policeman would have a lot of good sense.

"There are more honest ones, do you want to hear them?"

Atsuto Yamashita smiled and blew out, raising his drooping bangs.

"What is it?"

"I want you to tell me the detailed location and personnel ratio of your organization's base."

Belmode smiled brightly: "I'm sorry, I won't do anything about selling out the organization, you might have misunderstood it."

"Even if that gentleman ordered Gin to directly launch the armed helicopters to bomb the hospital, wanting to end your life in the hospital, don't you care?"

Atsuto Yamashita took out the Sony camera he had prepared earlier, and threw it in front of Belmod with a smile.

The first photo that came into view caused her to feel a rare astonishment.

Edogawa Conan's appearance of struggling under the weight of Fujiko the Snitch is very clear.

"Ahem, what, I'm sorry, I forgot to delete it. Please look back."

Shan Shita, who was pretending to be embarrassed, coughed twice while sitting on a chair, and the corners of his mouth raised, in Belmode's eyes, he looked like Lucifer with his fingers crossed on the throne of hell.

The woman's mood gradually sank to the bottom along with the photos of Conan, until she saw the Apache gunship.

"Why?" Belmode asked after looking through the photos quickly.

"what?"

"Why are you targeting us?"

She was puzzled.

This man had nothing to do with the organization before Akemi Miyano.

"Because I'm a cop."