The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Originally, he was ready to retire in his current position, but he met Atsuto Yamashita, who was capable of both fighting and punching.

Relying on his good contacts, rich experience in cases, and command performance in several major cases, he finally defeated Kuroda Hei, who had a ten-year blank period, in the competition for the position of administrator.

Among them, the most extra points are undoubtedly the performance of command and coordination.

It can be said that without Toshito Yamashita, there would be no promotion day for him.

"Congratulations, Manager Megure."

Yamashita, who didn't think much of the position of department chief, congratulated his immediate superior.

The joy welling up between his brows came from his heart.

"Don't think that I will turn a blind eye to you in the future."

The sophisticated Mu Mu Thirteen saw the small calculation in his heart at a glance, laughed and cursed, and said earnestly: "There is also Shanxia, ​​in the future, if you can build a good relationship, try to walk around with people as much as possible. You are still young, and there will be more people in the future." Lots of room to grow."

As a promising new star in the Metropolitan Police Department, he doesn't make friends with his superiors, doesn't unite with his colleagues, and often arrives late and leaves early. No matter how you look at it, he is wasting his fame and talent.

"It's okay, Shi Yu said that even if I become a police officer all my life, she can support me."

Atsuto Yamashita grinned triumphantly, and his smile was extraordinarily bright.

There is no way, after all, fate is hard, and it is really impossible to learn to bend over.

"You."

Mu Mo Shisan shook his head, and didn't know what to say about him for a while: "Come with me, and announce to everyone first. Although they should have already guessed it."

Therefore, I don’t know what year and month it is, and it’s nine o’clock in the morning.

Mu Mu Shisan exercised his rights as the head of the department for the last time and held an internal meeting.

The content of the meeting is only one -

"Starting tomorrow, Atsuto Yamashita will take over my position as the new head of the third section of the criminal investigation division of the Criminal Division of the Metropolitan Police Department."

With a serious face, Mu Mu Shisan knocked on the table and formally issued a notice to the three departments.

"Congratulations, Yamashita-kun."

Ren Saburo Shiratori, who was also one of the successor candidates before, smiled and applauded his friend and competitor.

He lost convincingly.

In the entire three series, no one objected.

Although Yamashita's style is lazy, his ability has been proven more than once.

The Japanese steel magnate owes him a favor, the British diplomat in Japan owes him a favor; nearly 3 passengers on the Tokyo metro line owe him a favor.

None of them can do this.

"We are all old acquaintances, so I will not be polite."

Enjoying everyone's applause, Atsuto Yamashita rubbed his chin with his right hand.With a crooked smile: "Mumu manager, may I, as the head of the department, offer some benefits to my subordinates? For example, change the attendance time and the like."

There is no better way to [unify colleagues] than this, right?

Mu Mu Thirteen glared angrily: "What do you want to do?"

Today's three series is another day of joy and joy.

Atsuto Yamashita, who is about to take office as a new official, lay on the sofa in the office, stretched out comfortably, and dialed the phone: "Hello, Shi Yu. You can't control me from now on. I'm in the Metropolitan Police Department right now. Sleep wherever you want..."

"Come on, you think you are the head of the department, you can sleep wherever you want."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was leaning on the railing between classes, looked at the playground and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I'm the head of the department now, and I just want to sleep wherever I want."

Atsushi Yamashita was laughing, but the smug laughter stopped abruptly in the next second like a duck caught in the throat.

"is it?"

At the door of the office, Matsumoto Kiyomachi stood there expressionless, looking down at his adopted son: "Would you like to sleep in my office? The sofa there is bigger and softer."

"……………………"

Chapter 280 IX Promotion and Fortune, Double Happiness (3)

"talk?"

"say something?"

"Aren't you very good at talking, why are you dumb now?"

The Metropolitan Police Department, the office of the head of the first search section of the criminal department.

Atsuto Yamashita, who was honestly brought in to stand for punishment, lowered his head, pretending not to hear old man Matsumoto's reprimand.

"Look up at me! Is there anything nice about the floor? Can you see the flowers?!"

"Report to the section chief, the floor of the office has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is necessary to renovate it."

"Okay, use your bonus to renovate."

“……………???”

Atsuto Yamashita had question marks all over his head.

Use his bonus to renovate anything?

Why does the Metropolitan Police Department keep so much money every year, but keep an eye on his three-acre land? ? ?

Originally, the salary was pitifully low, and if the bonus was deducted, he would not be able to survive/

Are you really going to let him have a soft meal?

Although soft rice helps with his stomach problems, it's not his style.

"Chairman, please don't deduct bonuses from your subordinates at will, thank you."

"Shouldn't your bonus be deducted for disobeying your superior's orders and violating the discipline of the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Kiyoshi Matsumoto, who grasped the lifeblood of the little bastard in front of him, let out a long smile: "Would you like to take out your mobile phone and count how many emails I have sent you?"

"Report to the section chief, I was busy working overtime yesterday and didn't look at my phone."

Atsuto Yamashita corrected him sternly: "I didn't lie, I didn't go home to sleep until after three o'clock in the morning today. If you don't believe me, you can adjust the violation record of the traffic department. I ran a red light for speeding again, and I haven't canceled it yet."

"…………"

Is this what he wants to know? ? ?

Kiyomaga Matsumoto said with a sullen face, "Who is the person who replaced me and you at the Metropolitan Police Department before?"

"Japanese public security, real name Fuguya Rei, pseudonym Amuro Toru. This year...uh, I don't know how old, and now Japan's FBI ace investigator Akai Shuichi is a lifelong rival."

Atsuto Yamashita decisively sold his teammates.

The result given was not what Matsumoto expected: "It really is the police."

His expression became complicated.

It is not uncommon for people from the police to be involved with this mysterious black-clothed organization. Kiyocho Matsumoto also guessed yesterday whether this little bastard had hooked up with the police.

Can……

Is this stall too big?

FBI, Japanese Public Security.

The intervention of these two organizations alone is enough to make Matsumoto feel the terror of the black organization.

The power of this mysterious organization far exceeded his expectations.

And most importantly, how on earth did Atsuto Yamashita come into contact with all this?

He didn't even enter the Metropolitan Police Department for a year, but the information he found far exceeded the sum of his past.

"Don't worry, old man, I'll be fine."

Perhaps because he saw the worry flashing in Matsumoto Kiyonaga's eyes, Yamashita Toshito also put away his edges and corners, and smiled casually: "Besides, you'd better care about yourself more than me. If it wasn't for the police this time I am afraid that you will really be kidnapped because of the message sent by my little brother in advance."

"So, are you going to keep hiding it from me?"

The middle-aged man with a sullen face stared at the young man who was punished to stand, and the complex emotions on his eyebrows made the latter's tone stagnate.

"Tutor, what exactly did you find?"

"What I told you last time is all I found."

Spreading his hands, Atsuto Yamashita admitted that he was a bachelor.

Little police officer or something, it’s okay for him to have a mouthful, whoever believes in him is an idiot.

Of course Matsumoto Kiyonaga is not an idiot, and he can naturally smell the tricks in it.

It's just why he got on the line with Jiang Guling. It can't be said that he saw that Bourbon was a fake bar at a glance.

As for the data repository on the public security side, it's better not to talk too much. After all, he really hasn't been there.

If Matsumoto asked him to say one, two, three, four, five, and he didn't even know the exact location, then he would be a nuisance.

"......Okay, let's go."

Stuffy Matsumoto Kiyoda waved his hand, motioning for him to get out of here, looking upset.

This kidnapping incident really stirred his nerves, but Nai He still couldn't find a way out.

Simply don't care.

"Okay, goodbye teacher."

Atsuto Yamashita, who got the answer, was only bubbling with joy, and slipped out of the office after taking a few steps.

Shaking his head and sighing, Matsumoto picked up his cell phone and was about to make a call when the door was pushed open again.

"By the way, it's true that you have to be careful. People who have contact with the former section chief are likely to be members of the black organization."

Shan Xia's head poked out from the crack of the door, the corners of his eyebrows raised, and he spoke very fast: "If you accidentally get kidnapped again, no one can save you."

Snapped!

The door is closed.