The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Matsumoto Qingchang, who was holding the receiver of the landline in his hand, was stunned for a while, and then his face softened a little: "This little bastard, I don't know how to say something nice."

The number belonging to the Hakuba Police Chief was dialed, and Matsumoto Kiyosaga reported to the chief of the Metropolitan Police Department on the other end of the phone:

"Yes, all of this is at my behest. Although this operation has removed the inner ghost of the former head of the first search section, I suspect that there are other undercover agents."

"Mobilize the police to block the road? Yes, that's my idea, in order to force out the people of this organization. The traffic department has sorted out the video over there, and I'm watching it now."

Matsumoto opened the drawer, and the three storage disks lay there quietly, waiting for someone to open them.

This was the first decision he made after returning to the Metropolitan Police Department.

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"It's just a waste of effort, those probes can't take anything."

The stronghold of the winery, among the villas.

Gin with a cold face was still smoking, and sneered when he heard Rena Mizumu's worry.

"If you want me to say that Matsumoto Kiyonaga and Yamashita Atsuto have been directly killed before, and now they have been rescued by Akai Shuichi, they will definitely pay more attention to the organization in the future."

The silver-haired Irish custom was dissatisfied with Gin's original decision, and Toru Amuro was very uncomfortable hearing it.

Oh shit!

It turned out that he and Ireland gave the policeman an alibi!

The police elite who have always used others did not expect that one day they would be used as tools by a policeman.

Nothing was obtained after the incident, Belmode is still in the hands of the FBI, and the original head of the first search section was also personally shot and retained by the White Horse Police Chief.

If you really want to talk about the harvest, at most it is because of Yamashita's words that the security of the public security database has been strengthened.

"Rum means to avoid the limelight for the time being. He will temporarily put aside what he is doing to find out the location of Belmode and Calvados by himself, and then tell us the coordinates after he finds out."

Curacao, who is Rum's confidant, informed everyone of his boss's order.

Although Gin still felt unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

Rum is the second in command of the organization, and before that gentleman shows up, his orders must be obeyed by the members of the organization.

Even gin.

"Also, Gin, Rum has a task for you."

After giving the order to temporarily hibernate to avoid the limelight, Curacao turned his attention to Gin: "A member of the organization is a man named Okakura Masaaki. He seems to be suffering from persecution paranoia. Flash card for undercover list. It's his profile, and Rum sent you to get him."

A document was placed in front of Gin by Curacao.

On one side, Toru Amuro and Rena Mizumu couldn't help pricking up their ears.

A flash card with the organization's undercover list? !

"Is it in Nagano Prefecture?"

The knuckles of the gin wine with a cold face and a cigarette gradually turned white, and the hostility surged.

He is in a very bad mood now, but yet another traitor has come to his door.

"Are you all right, Gin?"

Toru Amuro wanted to join this action like a cat smelling fish.

"Let's go, Vodka."

"yes, Sir."

The loyal driver drove the black Porsche again, and drove the eldest brother away from the sad place under his feet.

On the elevated road, a Porsche 356A with a different license plate and a silver Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren passed by.

No one knows who is blocked by the car window.

"Tutoren, that car just now is a very rare antique car, right? It's hard to see on the road."

On the co-pilot of the Mercedes-Benz, Kasumigaoka Shiyu blinked curiously and began to search for relevant information on the phone.

Atsuto Yamashita deleted the encrypted email he had just received.

[I have found a seller, the amount is far beyond my initial estimate, and they seem to be very interested in the Apache four-seat modification technology. 】

This information cannot be seen by Shiyu.

"What's so hard to see? In the case I was handling in the parking lot of Mihua Mall this afternoon, there was a person who drove a Porsche 356A, but it was painted green."

Under normal circumstances, Atsuto Yamashita, who never works overtime, curled his lips. He has passed the age of looking forward to Porsche.

He only dreams of Mercedes-Benz now.

Because tonight's Mercedes-Benz has rewards.

Promotion rewards.

Counting the friendly sponsorship of good brothers, this wave of double happiness is perfect.

"Ah~"

"Gin~"

"Thank you!"

boom!

Somewhere in Nagano Prefecture.

Gin with a cold face pulled the trigger without hesitation, the bullet penetrated into the skull, and the assassination target Masaaki Okakura died suddenly at home.

He is professional in killing people who intend to betray the organization.

Chapter 290 Brother Atsuto Yamashita (4 Chapters in [-]k)

In Pingcheng year, I don't know what month it is, but I only know that it is about the early morning of autumn and winter.

Atsuto Yamashita, who was forcibly dragged up from Gentle Village by his fiancée Shi Yu, sent her to the cram school, yawned and stepped on the spot. Under the eyes of his colleagues holding back their laughter, Shi Shiran walked into his own office.

He is not late.

"What are you looking at? Let's see all the overtime work tonight!"

A few seconds later, the office door opened.

Atsuto Yamashita's rather vicious words caused all the members of the three departments who were betting and watching the fun to disperse immediately, leaving only the core four members of the casino looking up to the sky, not daring to meet his sharp eyes.

"Shiratori, Sato, Takagi, Chiba."

The man who knew it was the four grandsons who were doing the trouble had his eyes darkened for a moment, and with his hands behind his back, he showed his majesty as a boss.

"Ah, I'm sorry Yamashita, I suddenly remembered that there is still a case to be dealt with, Takagi, right?"

Chiba, who was the first to react, immediately pulled Takagi to flee.

"Huh? Ah, yes, that's right."

Takagi, who didn't react for a while, nodded instinctively, and Miwako Sato, who was about to use him as an excuse, turned dark instantly, but the wood hadn't been noticed yet.

Shiratori Ren Saburo, who saw all this in his eyes, was even more sad.

In terms of appearance, family background, and work ability, how can he be inferior to Takagi?

Why did Miwako blindly choose Takagi instead of him?

[It's all the fault of Yamashita. 】

The resentment of losing a loved one was so strong that Yamashita, who originally wanted to take advantage of the new official's appointment, immediately shrank his head and gave up.

He can't afford to provoke a man who has entered the state of resentful woman.

"In that case, Sato, come to my office!"

With a wave of his hand, Atsuto Yamashita decisively chose Miwako Sato.

"Ah, that, it's not Yamashita—"

Gao Mushe, who finally realized what he had done, turned pale, and wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the yin and yang of Yamashita Toruto: "Hurry up and handle the case, Mr. Gao Mu? It would be bad if you delay the case."

"The same goes for Chiba, hurry up, don't let the reputation of our Metropolitan Police Department be damaged, hurry up!"

Atsuto Yamashita, who had choked Chiba and Shinobu to death in advance, felt a lot more at ease, especially after seeing Miwako Sato look at Takagi and Chiba with murderous eyes.

Let you start betting on me!

Don't let me participate yet!

snort!

"Whoever sees it has a share, otherwise be careful and I will confiscate the gambling money."

Atsuto Yamashita, who returned to the office, watched Miwako Sato come in with a face of reluctance, and stretched out his hand with a smirk, wanting to get what he deserved.

"Aren't you afraid of being reported?"

Miwako Sato, who took out two Natsume Soseki and put them on the desk, was obviously used to it.

Gambling on whether Yamashita will be late, how long he will be late, and how much salary will be left at the end of the month have become the traditional virtues of searching the three departments.

"How come, I am so selfless and considerate to the boss who is willing to work for the welfare of his subordinates, and the entire Metropolitan Police Department can't find a second one with lanterns on."

"You call it using power for personal gain."

"Go, go, what are you talking about, come and clear all these documents."

After collecting the capital dividends he deserved, Atsuto Yamashita immediately changed his face, and waved his hands in disgust to signal Miwako Sato to work quickly.

She had been helping Mu Mushisan to deal with documents before, and now that Atsuto Yamashita took over, the object of assistance would naturally become him.

only……

Glancing at the master's lazy appearance, Miwako Sato felt that she might be too busy to vomit blood from this month.

"I did it all, what about you?"

"Of course I'm doing my own job. This bad department head has a lot of things to do."

Atsuto Yamashita clasped his hands together and bowed his head to the woman in front of him: "From now on, I will trouble you, Sato."

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