Miwako Zuoto, who hung up the phone, immediately turned her head to look at her partner on the side, who raised her eyebrows inexplicably: "What's wrong?" ”

"Saburo Wada's family has been brought back by Takagi, but it was Chief Inspector Oda who personally interrogated him."

"Yes, after all, it's a lesson leader." Katsumi Uehara shrugged.

The status of the first section of the search department in the Metropolitan Police Department is here, and as the head of the first section, Saburo Wada's original appointment must have also passed the nod of Toshiro Oda Kiri.

Now that this is happening, it's no wonder that Toshiro Oda is not angry. Especially tonight, the bombing of the Metropolitan Police Department began, although it did not cause heavy casualties, but this is tantamount to slapping Oda Kiritoshiro in the face as a police elder.

"Do you want to go to the section chief's house, all the evidence that Chiba said is there."

"Go, why not."

Turning his head and glancing at the lifeless corpse, Katsumi Uehara took off his gloves and crumpled them into a ball, and threw them into the recycling basket casually: "Tell Chiba to be there soon." ”

"Uh, wait a minute, I suddenly remembered, what about Agent Uozuka?"

Seeing his partner passing by him, thinking of his suspicions all along, Miwako Sato frowned and asked, "Are we going to spy on him?" ”

"In fact, he's been under my watch. If anything, someone will report it to me. Raising the tracking glasses in his hand, Katsumi Uehara, who had stopped, turned his head and smiled.

“？？？ Who? ”

Miwako Zuoto was confused: "Why haven't I heard you say it, it's that Baker Street kid again?" ”

"Congratulations on getting it right, the reward is to take a car with me to the scene." Katsumi Uehara, who turned his glasses, couldn't deny it.

“…… Is this a reward for you or for me? The woman rolled her eyes helplessly and strode past her partner towards the office.

The man who collected his glasses as he walked followed with a smile and did not answer. It was only before he walked out of the door that he stopped and turned around one last time, and looked intently at the corpse exposed to the flash light of the police officer of the forensic section.

The magenta EVO roared out of the parking lot and crossed with a white Toyota parked in the parking space at the intersection—

In the stalled car, Gin in the driver's seat witnessed the car leave, so he extinguished the cigarette at hand and started the engine.

"Tsk, you're really bold, you don't run away after blowing up the Metropolitan Police Department, you actually park your car here with a swagger."

In the passenger seat, Belmode, who was cross-legged, slowly rolled down the window through a gap, pouted and slowly spit out wisps of smoke, and a little playfulness climbed between the fox's eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of being arrested by the police again?" ”

"Are you talking about yourself, Belmode?"

The corner of Gin's mouth, which slowly stepped on the accelerator, raised a sneer: "If it weren't for your traitorous behavior, we wouldn't be so embarrassed." ”

The big star in the passenger seat was not afraid, but Shui Wuliannai, who was sitting in the back seat, felt a little uneasy after hearing the word "traitor".

She thought that Gin would run, but what she didn't expect was that Gin would run in this way.

The only thing to be thankful for is that her undercover identity is only known to a few people such as Oda Kiri and Katsumi Uehara, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

"So, are you going to treat me like a traitor?"

With a cigarette between his fingers and a look in the backview mirror, the corners of Belmode's mouth went up.

To her question, Gin's answer was also very direct: "If the police come to inspect this car, then I will shoot you the first time they come." ”

At the moment of chaos in the Metropolitan Police Department, he chose to play a wave of lights in the dark not to monitor the movements of the police, but simply Belmode made him suspicious.

"You're cruel."

Tut-tuk sighed twice, Belmode dusted off the ashes and said casually: "Don't forget that I helped you escape from the Metropolitan Police Department in disguise." ”

Just as the two of them said this, Shui Wuyanai, who was sitting in the back seat, frowned, and suddenly said, "Wait a minute, Belmode's traitorous behavior?" What do you mean? Isn't a traitor vodka? ”

"I hate to admit it, but it looks like I was the one who led the police to the base."

Belmode, who had a cigarette in his mouth, didn't know what he thought, and glanced at the night scene outside the window: "As for the question of vodka, you have to ask the unknown gin, God knows how many secrets we will bite back this time vodka." ”

Exposure in front of the Japanese police is not a big problem, the FBI has long known the faces of Gin and others through Akai Shuichi, and it has not been safe for so many years.

"Judging from the several interrogations of the Japanese police, they don't know much about the organization, which is beyond my expectations."

Gin, who was driving in the car, recalled the terrible day trip to the police station and had a rough estimate of the information that the Japanese police had.

In fact, the reason why he took out vodka alone is that he has another idea - he wants to try to see if the Japanese police and public security have heavyweight undercover agents who can clarify the true identity of vodka at the core level of the organization.

The two public security rats found in the organization before made him very concerned, but unfortunately, the result of feeding tigers with his body did not make any waves after all.

…………………………………………………………

Tokyo, Wada Mansion.

When Katsumi Uehara and Miwako Sato walked into the residence of the head of the first section, the police officers who came and went along the way all looked up and said hello to the two of them-

"Uehara Police Department."

"Left vine criminal."

"Police Department ......"

"Criminal ......"

After greeting all the way, Miwako Sato, who saw Chiba's figure, reached out and scooped up the cordon, bent down and stepped into it, followed by Katsumi Uehara.

"Chiba."

"Yo, Sato, Uehara."

Chiba, who was explaining something to his subordinates, turned his head, raised his hand to greet him, and turned to greet him.

"How's it going, have you made any new discoveries?"

Miwako asked, looking left and right at the slightly messy living room.

"Apart from those contracts and supplementary agreements, no other conclusive evidence has been found for the time being, and it should have been destroyed a long time ago, what about you?"

Chiba stretched out his mouth and snuggled on the coffee table, holding his round belly and asking curiously, "Is the section chief really dead?" ”

"It's dead, and the gods can't save it." Katsumi Uehara, who paced to the coffee table, examined the piled papers, then lowered his head to his nose and sniffed.

It really doesn't look like it just came out not long ago.

Chiba, who got the exact answer, was speechless: "I didn't expect it to be the section chief, I always thought that others should be pretty good." ”

"People who know people, know faces, don't know hearts, people who put some statues of gods, Buddhas, and Guan Gong statues at home when they have nothing to do, can they believe what they say in their mouths."

After looking at the living room and the decoration of the entrance, Miwako Sato nodded at the several gray statues placed in the entrance, and Katsumi Uehara, who was still flipping the contract, couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.

Seeing his actions, the corners of Miwako's mouth pursed a faint smile: "Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." You're right, Uehara? ”

"Is it possible that the statue is simply because of faith?"

"Do you have faith?"

"I've always been a pragmatist." Katsumi Uehara shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and looked in the direction of his partner towards the shrine in the entrance, where a statue of Guan Gong was placed, majestic and sacred.

In Japan, Guan Gong is also the god of courage and loyalty; The god of wealth and culture.

"It's quite exquisite, with incense and tribute."

Katsumi Uehara, who glanced at it a few times and didn't find anything, smiled and shook his head.

A member of a criminal organization has a bit of black humor in his house.