Chapter 605 Police Headquarters

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This time, Wang Zheng had high expectations for the treasures of the Aberdeen family. If you can use this to complete the task of the seventh ring of your museum. Maybe you'll be able to get another dose of the 'genetic modification drug'. And as long as he gets such a dose, he will be able to complete the large-scale series of tasks 'Baixiang Garden', which took two years!

Wang Zheng is really looking forward to what kind of harvest the Shennong system can bring to him after the completion of this large-scale series of tasks composed of ninety-nine branch tasks? It must have been an unprecedented outbreak.

"Yes, boss!"

"What about you?"

"Boss, the scientific researchers and research materials of Zhanghachidao, as well as all the scientific research equipment, have been relocated by us. The original base has been blocked by us. Without looking at it, no one will notice the anomaly there. ”

"Ship personnel and scientific research equipment to your base in Thailand, and make a copy of the research materials to the Shennong Research Institute. In addition, in three days, all the families of these scientific researchers were found out and brought to Thailand. … I'll get the Mastermind to work with you! ”

"Boss, there are too many missing people in a short period of time, I am afraid it will attract the suspicion of the police." Wang Qian, who came back, spoke.

"So, we need a big brawl that will affect the whole of Japanese society."

Wang Zheng's eyes revealed a cold light.

"Boss, Dian Wei and Zhao Tian are back!"

Looking at the two approaching people, Wang Zheng perked up and strode forward.

"How?"

"It's done!" Both nodded at the same time.

"Where's the person?"

Wang Zheng continued.

"Put it outside for the Blackguard to watch."

"Let's go, go out and have a look!"

Outside the abandoned building, there were twelve or thirteen men lying in the weedy square under the not-so-bright lights, dressed not like ordinary people.

"Boss, this guy's name is Yokota Yuo, and he is the head of the southwest region of Sumiyoshikai, and he has a high position. Moreover, in the struggle between Ryujiro Yamamoto and Kentaro Yamamoto over the power of the patriarch of the Yamamoto family, he has always been neutral. ”

Wang Zheng looked at this guy in a suit, with a meaty face and a fierce face.

"What about the others?"

"The others are all mid-level backbones of the Sumiyoshi Association. If all these people die, there will definitely be great turmoil within Sumiyoshikai. Zhao Tiandao.

"Good!" Wang Zheng nodded with satisfaction, "It's them!" Tomorrow, let's add some more material to the battle for the Yamamoto family. Oh yes. Wang Qian, I'll give you two days, and within two days, squeeze out the last drop of blood from Ichiro Yamoto's body. ”

"Yes, don't worry, boss!"

"This bastard has been lying comfortably on the Chinese's people's fat and people's ointment for long enough, and now is also the time for him to repay all this!"

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"Director, just now the State Councilor Nobuto of the National Public Security Commission called and asked you to come to him at 10 o'clock in the morning!"

After receiving the document handed over by the secretary, Akira Murakami, the director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, who had just driven to work, nodded.

"Got it, is there anything else?"

"Your wife just called me to supervise you to take your medicine on time!"

After nodding his head clearly, Murakami waved his hand. The female secretary in the L suit respectfully owed the debt, turned around and went out. The slender back and straight black hair make people feel a little impulsive in the middle-aged Murakami. However, thinking about the fierce tigress in his own family, which does not have the gentleness that traditional Japanese women are accustomed to, Murakami decisively dispelled the superfluous thoughts in his mind.

Rather than his colleagues taking care of the outer room, he prefers to go to the folk streets of Tokyo's 'Kabuchibancho' that provide special services for the Japanese upper class when he needs to, and vent his excess desires~ hopes.

Shaking his head, Akira Murakami, who was in a mood to clean up, flipped through the stacked papers on the table and prepared to start the day's work. However, just as he picked up his favorite Swiss gold pen, the door that had been closed was slammed open.

Akira Murakami, who felt that his majesty as a police inspector was being provoked, instinctively wanted to open his mouth to teach this reckless guy a lesson. But the other party's next sentence turned all his unhappiness into panic.

"Director, I just received a report that Mr. Ichiro Yasumoto, chairman of APA Group, has been kidnapped!"

"What?"

'Click', Murakami's favorite Swiss gold pen fell to the ground, black ink wetting the floor. In normal times, he will definitely deal with it in time, but the sudden news at this moment has made him have no time to take care of these.

As the top officer of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Headquarters, Akira Murakami is well versed in the wealthy families and top conglomerates living in the Tokyo area.

The Asumoto family, which controls the APA Group and has been a senior member of the Japanese Diet for a long time, is not as strong as Mitsui, Mitsubishi, Yamamoto, Yasuda and other top business families. The influence in Japanese political circles is not as good as that of top political families such as Koizumi, Abe, Hatoyama, and Aso. However, as a powerful and wealthy family with a history of nearly 100 years and family assets of tens of billions of dollars, the Asumoto family is still a wealthy family that cannot be underestimated in Japan's political and business circles.

Now, the patriarch of such a wealthy family with huge influence was actually kidnapped? Murakami felt a flame that burned more and more brightly, appearing under his buttocks.

It's so hot and unbearable.

"Let's go, let's go to the scene!"

Like a monkey whose tail had been stepped on, Akira Murakami was stunned for a while, and then jumped up all of a sudden. Ignoring the fact that his somewhat disheveled attire would hinder his image as the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Chief, he ran out of the office on his feet.

Soon, the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Police Headquarters was in chaos.

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"Madam, can you repeat the details of the case?"

Looking at the crying little woman, the police officer in charge of recording was somewhat helpless. The other party's narrative is intermittent, and there are omissions in many places, and he can't help it.

Compared to this 'little concubine', Yuriko Koike, who was dressed luxuriously next to her, but had an old face and even a little ugly, was full of indifference, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

"Director, the facts of the case are generally clear!"

"Tell me about it!"

Murakami pinched his eyebrows a little tiredly.

A few days ago, the car accident case of Yamamoto Lang has not been solved until now, and now Ichiro Yasumoto has been kidnapped again. Things are one after another, and all of them are big families that cannot be offended. It's no wonder that he, the high-powered police chief, finds it difficult to cope.

"The time of the case was around 23 o'clock at midnight yesterday. From the scene, there were no traces of a fight. Obviously, there are a lot of people who come, and they are very capable. The twelve bodyguards in charge of security were subdued almost instantaneously without reacting. In addition to the disappearance of Mr. Aberdeen, all the belongings of the family were looted. Obviously, this gang of thieves is seeking money. ”

"Did you find any useful clues?"

Murakami nodded clearly and asked.

"Not yet. The person who came was experienced and had a strong anti-reconnaissance capability. We searched the entire villa and found no fingerprints or footprints, and the surveillance footage of the villa was taken away. ”

Hearing this, Murakami's face revealed a deep sense of disappointment.

"So, now we can only hope that when the kidnappers call and extort money, we can continue to pursue them?"

"Yes, Director!" The police officer who reported it stubbornly said.

“&@%……！”

A series of whispered curses popped out of Murakami's mouth.

The officer next to him tried to lower his head, pretending that he hadn't heard. But judging from the slightly shaking shoulders, it is clear that he also endured a hard time.

"Jingle bell...!"

A somewhat abrupt mobile phone rang suddenly.

Originally, everyone didn't pay much attention to it, but after seeing that the direction of the voice was Ichiro Asumoto's wife, all the police officers, including Akira Murakami, felt a shock in their spirits.

"Ms. Koike, don't pick it up yet!" Akira Murakami, who reacted before everyone else, immediately said, "The Criminal Investigation Division is ready, once it is connected, immediately track down the source of the signal!" ”

"Yes, Director!"

After a brief panic of 'crackling', everyone was ready as soon as possible.

And Yuriko Koike, who originally looked indifferent, also pressed the answer button after getting permission from Akira Murakami.

"Hello?"

A deep male voice came out of it.

"Who are you?"

Yuriko Koike's tone seemed cautious.

"You don't need to know who I am. All you have to do is know that your husband is in my hands now!" ”

The words fell, and a recorded video was transmitted. And the content of the video is Ichiro Asumoto, who is tied hand and foot, covered in blood, and looks very tortured.

"Koike, help me! They promise them everything they want! Save me! ”

With a desperate cry, Yuriko Koike's originally somewhat indifferent expression quickly became excited. Although dissatisfied with her husband looking for flowers and willows outside, there are decades of love between husband and wife. Moreover, if it weren't for the sudden death of his son Yamamoto Qingyan and the husband's desire to find a young woman and have another son to inherit the family business, he probably wouldn't have messed around outside.

"Please don't hit him, I'll agree to whatever you want!"

"We can meet Madame's request, but in three days' time, I'm going to see $500 million worth of gold put in the place I designated. If I don't see the gold then, then trouble Madame to collect your husband's body!" … Doodle! ”

"Hey, how am I going to find you, hey...!"

Seeing that there was no more information, Akira Murakami immediately looked at the criminal investigation section next to him. The latter shook his head, "Time is too short for us to do anything." ”

'Bang', a frustrated Murakami slammed his fist on the wall next to him. At this moment, Yuriko Koike, who wiped her tears, took out her mobile phone and started making calls.

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