Me dressed as a gin brother

"Mr. Takata, let's continue talking about you."

Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at the monitor, "I thought you wouldn't be stupid enough to carry a stolen pistol with you, but it seems my expectations of you are still too high."

A muscle on the side of Gao Tianzhen's face twitched, and the pistol made a slight depression in the hostage's temple.

"I know, you must have hesitated at the time and wondered whether you should bring those three stolen magazines together. To be honest, you are far worse than the prisoner I met when I was 18 years old. If it was him, You won’t be so excited when facing my provocation just now.”

Takata's masseter muscles tightened, and it took all his strength not to turn the muzzle of the gun in his hand to point at Kurosawa Hideaki.

He lowered his voice, "You have changed a lot."

"is it?"

Kurosawa Hideaki tilted his head in disapproval. This action caused a strand of dry silver hair to fall from the top of his head, "Why must it be me who changed, and not you who got the fake information?"

"The Creator will not tell lies!"

Kurosawa Hideaki was silent for three seconds, "Although people's beliefs are free, I think you'd better read relevant books before becoming religious.

"Academically speaking, Judaism generally does not take the initiative to preach among foreigners. They prefer their congregation to be Jews. And you are a Japanese."

"A non-Jew who converts to Judaism needs to pass a series of identifications and assessments before he can qualify as a believer. Have you done anything?"

"Obviously you didn't."

Kurosawa Hideaki just looked at Gao Tianzhen's expression and knew that he had never heard of such a thing.

"One of the core teachings of Judaism is like this, 'The Creator rewards those who obey the law and punishes those who trample on the law'. If you really believe in Judaism, you can kneel and repent now, and ask me to prepare a prayer for you room?"

"Shut up!" Makoto Takata grabbed Nishizonoka's tie tightly, "If you don't want to kill another person in the image analysis room, just do as I say!"

"boom--"

The door of the lounge was kicked open violently, and Kuroda led the police officers into the small lounge.

They walked steadily, wore body armor and helmets, and each carried a gun.

Gao Tianzhen immediately became nervous.

"Put down the gun." Kuroda Hei said, "Let's talk."

"There's nothing to talk about, I—"

In the middle of Gao Tianzhen's words, the lady who had been by his side without any sense of presence suddenly grabbed the gun in his hand, and quickly pointed it at Kurosawa Hideaki at a speed that no one could react.

"If you don't want to lose this excellent brain, get out of the way quickly."

"I don't want others to simplify me into a brain." Kurosawa Hideaki raised the corner of his mouth, "But for the sake of pointing your gun at me, I forgive you."

"Really?" Chiharu Oba slightly pulled the trigger with his index finger, stopping at a dangerous critical point.

If any of the police officers present at this time shot, she could quickly pull the trigger and drag Kurosawa Hideaki to be buried with her.

Chiharu Oba maintained his posture, and stretched his other hand to the top of his head to pull out the U-shaped hairpin used to curl his hair. The long brown hair that had been permed and dyed immediately fell down and fell on his shoulders in curls.

"I've long been tired of your police's clothing requirements in the bureau. It's extremely rigid. But you are very attractive. Few laymen know so much about our Judaism. It seems that the public security police are not all idiots."

"Wisdom is of course a kind of charm." Kurosawa Hideaki thinks deeply, "The absolute control of madness is also a kind of charm. It seems that you have both."

"I'm very glad to hear you praise me like this. If you work in the headquarters, then I will probably use someone else." Chiharu Oba tilted his head and whistled softly, like a lark in spring.

"If men are all consumables, then I hope that consumables can also satisfy me for a short time."

"I'm sorry I can't take on this important task, because I will see through your plan before being used." Kurosawa Hideaki flattened his lower lip.

"I don't think so." Oba Chiharu said, "You told everyone at the meeting that the main criminal has a female accessory, but I am not the accessory but the main criminal. How does it feel when you make a wrong reasoning for the first time?"

"I never make mistakes." Kurosawa Hideaki raised his jaw, "How do you know I didn't say that on purpose?"

Oba Chiharu quickly licked her dry lips under his gaze, "What?"

"You are very smart. You didn't leave any evidence about you at the scene. You asked Gao Tianzhen to interrogate the victim just to prevent others from knowing that you were there. You wanted to put all the blame on Gao Tianzhen."

"Without my presence, no one would have noticed the woman's nail print on the victim's eyeball."

"A man with sufficient strength and height does not need to rely on his own body weight when strangling the victim with a rope. This makes the strangulation mark of the hemp rope always stay in one position, only tightened and does not move."

"When women try to strangle someone, they often have to use their body weight because they are not strong enough, and that action makes them lean back while attacking.

In this way, the strangulation will inevitably move.In this case, the mark it left on the victim's neck should be in the shape of a crescent, not a horizontal stripe. "

After Kurosawa Hideaki finished speaking, he looked at Oba Chiharu, "Put down the gun and confess to your superiors. The mistake has not yet been made, and you still have a chance to recover."

"If you are not a Japanese police officer, I must persuade you to leave this place with me." Oba Chiharu teased, "It's a pity that you are, and I am not a real Japanese at all. I have already changed back to American citizenship."

"Did you change it when you were traveling?" Kurosawa Hideaki said precisely the time, "A month ago you traveled to a small island in the United States, and that's when you got the espionage case when I was 18 from someone. information, and confirmed the crime plan.”

"Once your plan succeeds, at least 4 million people will die, and what did these people do wrong?"

Oba Chiharu didn't seem to want to answer this question, and directly changed the subject, "You angered Takada just to make him lose his mind and draw his gun. After he draws his gun, no matter who is in the room, he will make all the policemen Putting on guard, that alone is enough to convict him and get these troops out."

"And the arrival of the troops can make me realize that the situation is not good, stand up and snatch Takata's real gun, hold it at you to threaten and delay time, and then you can use this to convict me."

"Yes. But it would be great if you could figure it out the moment they rushed in. If you don't snatch the pistol, even if I have determined that you are the main criminal, the police have no reason to arrest you."

After Kurosawa Hideaki finished speaking, his eyes fell on her index finger holding the trigger again.

"I still hope that you can put down the pistol yourself and make a contribution to the crime instead of being on the wrong team. I hope that the lark will sing again when I see you next year."

"Thank you, you are such a sweetheart, you are so different from those self-righteous stinking men." Chiharu Oba stopped even speaking Japanese, as if those fake names would stain her lips when they popped out between her lips.

"We hit it off but alas I have to do something for my country like you do for yours. That's what we do.

Although we have different positions, I had a great time chatting with you. "

She spoke English with an odd, rhythmic accent, like an opera singer on a stage.

"You are stalling for time, what are you waiting for?" Kurosawa Hideaki frowned slightly, "Are you waiting for news?"

"Almost, I have to live before I hear that voice." Oba Chiharu smiled.

The rest room became quiet, and no one put down their guns. The Beretta was a little heavier than the HKP7, and Hideaki Kurosawa was a little tired when he lifted it.

"Drip drip-"

Kuroda's cell phone rang, he glanced at Chiharu Oba, and then picked up the phone, "Here is Kuroda...the embassy?"

"……Can."

Kuroda turned on the loudspeaker, and the voice of the US ambassador to Japan came from the receiver.

He said, "Sir wants to speak to you."

Nourishes—

It should be the current sound caused by another mobile phone close to the earpiece.

A slightly aged voice came from the speaker, speaking in a standard British accent, he said slowly, "Thank you, Kunna."

beep--

The phone hangs up.

Kurosawa Hideaki immediately realized something, "Hand in your gun! Quick!"

He rushed to Oba Chiharu, but it was still a step too late.

"boom--"

The gunshot rang out, and Chiharu Oba withdrew the gun pointed at Kurosawa Hideaki, and shot himself decisively in the temple with it.

Kurosawa Hideaki blinked reflexively, then raised his hand to touch his slightly moist cheeks, and those spattered blood spots fell a little on his cheeks.

Chiharu Oba was lying on the ground with her eyes wide open, and the fresh and determined expression of a second ago could still be glimpsed on her face with complete makeup.

Kurosawa Hideaki stood silently for a while, then slowly squatted down, reached out and closed her eyes.

"Although we have different positions, I am very happy chatting with you."

"Also, although men are consumables to you, unfortunately I am not among those consumables. I prefer men a bit, this is an inherent fact that cannot be changed."

"Goodbye, Queena."

After Kurosawa Hideaki finished speaking in a low voice, he slowly stood up.

Kunna, Queena, Queen.

Really like a queen...

Takata sat on the ground blankly, as if he had lost all his pillars, and Kurosawa Hideaki gave him a disgusted look.

"She sneaked here for her own country, and even gave her life. What about you? What are you doing for? You are just a traitor who wants to kill 4 million compatriots out of vanity. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Gao Tianzhen didn't respond, he was handcuffed in a daze, and then dragged away by the police officers who entered the lounge.

"Cough, thank you for saving my life." Xi Yuanhe rolled up his sleeves and put them down cautiously, "I doubted you at the meeting before, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, after all, you haven't been a police officer for long."

West Park and choked.

"Why do you keep glancing at me?" Kurosawa Hideaki wiped his face, and the blood that belonged to Chiharu Ohba drew a red mark on the side of his face.

"If you don't mind, I have this." Xi Yuanhe took out a cotton handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over, "You can wipe it off."

"Thank you, but I have it too." Kurosawa Hideaki took out his own, then wiped his cheeks carefully and asked, "Is there any more? Director."

Xiyuanhe leaned back, grabbed the rejected handkerchief, held his breath, "No, no more."

"Oh, okay." Kurosawa Hideaki put away the handkerchief that wiped his face, and then said, "You don't have to thank me, I left you in the lounge because Takata really needed a hostage, otherwise he wouldn't be exposed so fast."

Xiyuanhe: "Huh?"

"After all, your roommate made a mistake. As the room leader, you are responsible for his mistakes."

Kurosawa Hideaki explained patiently, "I made an exception to tell you this because you lost an excellent member. To be honest, the people in your image intelligence analysis room should go out more often, and don't be bored all the time. The department works overtime."

Xiyuanhe came to his senses, and he stuffed the handkerchief back into his pocket, "Do you have any recommendations? We can go together too?"

"—Where are we going together?" Fugu Rei pushed the door open from the outside and came in. He first saluted Kuroda, then looked at Nishizono, "I thought you should deal with the rebellion of your team members first, not Thinking about how to take a vacation here."

Xiyuanhe: "Good sir."

He glanced at Kurosawa Hideaki who was standing there, and then at Zero, thinking that it would be impossible to get a number today.

"The task has been completed, no casualties were caused, no fingerprints were found on those devices, and it has been handed over to the department that handles this." Jiang Guling said.

"Yeah." Kuroda Hei responded, and then looked at Kurosawa Hideaki, "You did a good job. Given your mental illness and fear of the basement, I won't pursue how you cheated the security gate."

Kurosawa Hideaki stuck out his tongue guiltily, closed the safety of Beretta, and stuffed it into his lower back after withdrawing his chest.