The hum of police cars resounded in the night sky of the hotel.

The guards completely controlled Kitahara's group, and the two who stayed on the fourth floor with Kitahara were carried out horizontally, and Yamane's luck was stronger than those two, and he was not killed on the spot, but he was shot in the thigh.

He grinned in pain and limped when he walked.

He saw that Kitahara was escorted into a SWAT car, and shouted at Kitahara.

The guards couldn't understand what Yamane was saying, and shouted at him to shut up.

But when Kitahara heard those words, his expression changed slightly.

Originally, when he saw Yamane wearing that white overalls, he was very puzzled, as soon as the gun went off, he found that he had fallen into a trap, everyone was running for their lives, who still had the time to change clothes.

At this moment, after listening to what Yamane said, he understood.

I saw him raise his hand and touch his nose, and scratch his head again. When he blocked his eyes with his arms, his eyes slipped and looked out of the police car, as if he was looking for something.

The SWAT officer who was sitting next to him and was escorting him knocked on his hand.

"Smack"

"Hiss" he bared his teeth and retracted his arm.

"Don't play tricks, your accomplices will be brought up immediately." The SWAT said with a straight face.

Soon, Amiko's voice came from the hotel: "I'm Japanese, I'm just here to stay in the hotel, there must be some misunderstanding here." I ask the Japanese embassy to come forward to resolve this issue. ”

No one paid attention to Amiko.

Soon, Amiko was also "invited" to come up and sit across from him.

He stared up and down at Amiko, who was draped in a police uniform top.

The wide blouse was draped over her, covering all the key parts, but the arms and legs were still unscrupulously exposed.

His gaze was glued to the base of Amiko's plump thighs, revealing a look of envy.

Amiko didn't hear movement for a long time, and the corner of her eye swept over and found Kitahara's obscene and greasy gaze.

Glancing at him contemptuously, she moved her white, thin, long, straight thighs into the hem of her dress.

Kitahara came to his senses and smiled gloatingly: "I didn't expect you to speak Chinese!" ”

Amiko immediately turned her face in the other direction, deliberately not looking at Kitahara, pretending not to know him.

Unexpectedly, Kitahara came up with a smile on his face, and his expression changed solemnly: "Amiko, where is that companion of yours?" ”

Ami's face changed.

Kitahara smiled meaningfully and said, "Amiko, unless you bring me when he comes to save you, otherwise, I'll tell those people right away......"

Kitahara tilted his chin to the side as he spoke, and continued, "Tell them that there's another fish that slipped through the net." ”

After saying that, he pinched his nose.

Amiko subconsciously lowered her head and sniffed herself, and sure enough, there was a fishy smell.

scolded in her heart: Morita-kun's seafood supply ruined her beauty plan, otherwise, she might have escaped the catastrophe.

Thinking of Morita, her thin eyebrows frowned, and her anger erupted like a runaway volcano: "Kitahara-kun, I have already warned Morita just now, if you don't believe it, you can ask this police officer." ”

She pointed to the SWAT next to her, and the officer next to her had long been impatient with their chattering conversation, and when she saw that she was still talking about herself, she replied: "Shut up, shut up for me." “

Amiko, with a faint smile: "Look, he said yes." ”

"......" Beiyuan was speechless for a while, and he slandered in his heart: Why can't I really understand a word Chinese?

But he didn't have the time to dwell on this with Ami.

Ami's attitude surprised him a little, and he looked at Ami, who looked very embarrassed, in surprise: "What, he ran away and threw you down?" ”

What if that were the case, that bastard snatched the spirit stone I had worked so hard to grab, and took the western flower bone in my pocket...... Thinking of this, Ami gritted her teeth and said, "I hope Morita-kun has been caught." ”

It seems that the guess is correct, the one that is useless, at the critical time, it is estimated that he stripped off Amiko's clothes and threw Amiko to the group of Ogaoka Ba......

Thinking like this, his gaze was sticky to Amiko's exposed parts.

There was an expression of "so you are worse than me" on his face, and a look of "do you want me to comfort you with practical actions".

Amiko's anger was nowhere to vent, and looking at Kitahara's face, Amiko rounded her arm and threw him a big mouth.

"Smack"

Kitahara covered his face for half a time and said viciously: "Geisha! Geisha of machiya! “

What the island country onmyoji actually wants to express is: Xiao biao smash, you are a little cheap silver in this kiln.

……

In the early morning, in a small alley in the eastern district of the imperial capital.

A cart serving seafood slammed forward.

Just after passing the cordon, Morita lay on his back at the back of the carriage, and the guards thought the man was asleep and didn't care.

The crossbar was raised, the driver kicked his foot on oil, and the car drove out of the warning area.

Looking at Morita at the back of the car, he fell to the ground with a bang.

The driver drove the car in a panic, looking back at him from time to time, muttering in Japanese: "Arrive soon, hold on to Morita-kun." ”

Morita didn't reply, and lay there like a dead man.

This made the driver even more panicked, and he shuddered and pulled out his mobile phone and was about to dial the number.

The screen of the mobile phone lit up and was reflected on the driver's face, magnifying his horror several times.

He glanced in the rearview of the car, which was not being followed by a police car...... He relaxed slightly.

The moment he withdrew his gaze, he saw his face in the mirror.

"Ah," he called out instinctively.

"Quiet!"

It was Morita's voice, weak but unmistakably meaningful.

He picked up the phone: "Hi, I'm Matsuyama. What advice? ”

"Abandon the car, abandon the car now! All food supply vehicles, especially seafood trucks, are subject to strict inspection. The other party's tone was short, with a sense of oppression that made people breathless.

The man who was called Matsuyama steadied his mind and drove the car seriously, glanced at Morita behind him, and said in embarrassment:

"Morita-kun is injured, can you ...... Send someone to answer? ”

"Out of the cordoned off?"

"It's out of the warning area, I'll send the location."

Matsuyama sent the location over, and when the car reached the end of the alley, he parked the car in the parking lot of a residential area, detoured to the back of the car, and set up Morita.

In the moonlight, two figures swayed towards the depths of the park.

After a while, a silver Toyota slowly stopped on Linyin Road on the north side of the park, and two people got out of it and walked towards the parking lot.

When the car started again, Matsuyama and Morita, who had been waiting on the side of the road, were nowhere to be seen.

Inside the car, Matsuyama leaned down to help Morita bandage his wounds.

The driver in the front row glanced at them sideways, revealing a puzzled look: "Why is Morita so seriously injured?" ”

"yes, their defense mechanism is amazing! It really shouldn't be at this time. Matsuyama said sadly.