The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Brother at the foot of the mountain."

Mu Mu Shisan, who had been guarding here for a long time, came up to meet him immediately, but when he saw Shan Xia Turen getting off the car, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

What about explosion-proof suits?

What about bulletproof vests?

What's the matter with you just wearing a black suit with accessories and a white shirt?

"It's useless to wear it. The prisoner will threaten Matsumoto Kiyomizu to make me take off all the protective equipment. So instead of wearing those things, I might as well bring two more guns."

Atsuto Yamashita patted the pistol on his waist and explained with a smile.

"But--"

Ring Ring Ring!

Mu Mushisan still wanted to say something, and the phone rang on time.

Atsuto Yamashita took the phone, and was about to press the answer button, but Mumu Shisan grabbed his wrist: "If there is danger, get out immediately."

"Even if you agree to the conditions for him to leave, do you understand, Brother Yamashita?"

Mu Mushisan's solemn request made Yamashita Toruto nod: "Don't worry, the police department, I still have a girlfriend waiting for me at home."

These words reassured Mu Mu Shisan a lot.

"I'm here, where are you?" Atsuto Yamashita gestured a thumb to the colleagues behind him, pressed the answer button, and stepped into the quiet and lonely campus.

"The auditorium to the left of the tennis court, where the opening ceremony of the campus fair is held."

Following the guidance of Mr. Tsuruta, Atsuto Yamashita walked all the way into the huge auditorium.

And in the center of the auditorium, two figures also slowly appeared in front of Shan Xia Benedict following the rise of the lifting platform.

His limbs were tied, his face was pale, and he looked at the weak and weak manager of the first search section of the Metropolitan Police Department—Matsumoto Kiyomiaga and a man still wearing a white coat—

She has black hair and a facial contour that is obviously soft and feminine, but because of the upward arc at the corner of her mouth, she looks a little arrogant.

Tsuruta Junyo - a doctor at Mihua Central Hospital.

"Tsk, so you're hiding here. That's why you chose to meet at Toyosaki Academy, right?"

"Let me guess, you planted bombs around here?"

Atsuto Yamashita stepped over the guardrail without hesitation and stepped onto the central stage.

"I used the identity of [Hayasaka Baiya] to set up this school for a week. I thought it would not be used, but I didn't expect it to be used in the end."

Throwing Matsumoto Kiyocho aside in one hand, Tsuruta Junyo's tone was a little emotional.

"That's really unlucky for Hayasaka Baiya, who just wanted to be in charge of an exhibition but was killed by you." Atsuto Yamashita sighed, and didn't even look at Matsumoto Kiyonaga who was thrown aside.

"Who made him hit the muzzle of the gun, Officer Yamashita."

Tsuruta Junyo's smile suddenly became ferocious, and he drew out the pistol at his waist and aimed it at Atsuto Yamashita's head: "And you also hit him."

"Let him go, I'll play with you."

Atsuto Yamashita's face remained unchanged, and he pointed his left hand at Matsumoto Kiyonaga, who was so weak that his lips were pale and chapped.

"Play?"

"No, no, I think you may have mistaken Officer Yamashita."

Tsuruta Junyo shook his head with a smile, and took out a mobile phone from his pocket with his left hand: "You have no chance to play. I should have told you during the day that you only have a chance to choose now."

"Choose to save Matsumoto Kiyonaga, or choose to save your little girlfriend Kasumigaoka Shiwa."

Leaning against the pure white guardrail, the man at the foot of the mountain took out the cigarette case from his pocket, shook out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, unmoved: "Oh, I'll wait, hurry up."

Seeing that Atsuto Yamashita seemed to have a tendency to not shed tears when he saw the coffin, Tsuruta Junyo directly dialed the number that belonged to Kasumigaoka Shiwa that he got from school.

Ring Ring Ring!

The phone from the opposite side just rang.

"?"

A trace of astonishment flashed in Tsuruta-kundai's eyes.

"Why are you calling me?" With a cigarette in his mouth, Atsuto Yamashita took out Kasumigaoka Shiwa's mobile phone from the pocket of his black suit and shook it in front of Tsuruta Junyo, mockingly.

In front of Tsuruta Junyo, Yamashita Atsuto pressed the answer button.

His voice was then transmitted to the other side through the phone.

Pushing aside the metal cap of the lighter with one hand, the swaying red flame ignited the breath of nicotine: "You seem a little surprised?"

"Did you guess it?" Tsuruta Jundai threw away the phone and asked.

"Is it hard to guess?" Atsuto Yamashita had an undisguised sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"From the moment you sent the first notice letter to the Metropolitan Police Department, your behavior reveals a sense of psychological superiority that you don't know where you learned it from. You feel that you can read people's hearts, and you will always be superior, and you can fool everyone. Round and round."

"However, to a certain extent, you are quite similar to me before." Atsuto Yamashita's voice carried a hint of reminiscence.

"So, I changed my mind for a while."