Chapter 222: A flash of inspiration
What is the reason to find it?
Watching Gin go upstairs, Shui Wumeri thought to himself in his heart, and the corner of his eye swept over Belmode, who was drinking leisurely on the sofa. The perceptive latter immediately noticed her gaze, then raised his glass as if he didn't know anything, pursed his lips and smiled, "What's the matter, Kir?" β
"No, it's nothing, it just feels a little unreal." After pretending to rub his temples, Shui Wuxian also sat down and sighed: "I didn't expect the counselor of the Criminal Department of the Metropolitan Police Department to be the person of the organization, and we still tossed such a big move in the Metropolitan Police Department." β
"Almost, even I was shocked that Tadayoshi Uno was undercover." Belmode, who put down the wine glass, bit the slender lady's cigarette, as if he had completely forgotten about the recording, and the corners of his mouth rose: "That guy with gin is really appetizing." β
"So, when are we going to leave Japan?"
His eyes swept to the computer screen, which was still normal, and he still hadn't figured out a feasible way to break away from the team to deliver the message to Katsumi Uehara, and began to try to knock on the side.
"The transfer on the American side will take time, and it is not clear at the earliest, and it should be tomorrow morning at the latest. You don't have to go back to pack your things, anyway, you can't use your identity as a reporter for the daily sales TV station, so get ready to go at any time,"
Belmode's seemingly casual words directly cut off the idea of going back to the residence alone to pack up her things. After all, this stronghold was something she had never been to before, and God knows exactly where there was surveillance.
As an undercover agent, even if he wanted to report a message to Katsumi Uehara, he couldn't move for a while. After all, she had to consider whether her identity was exposed or not, and she still didn't dare to play these treacherous tricks under the noses of Gin and Belmode, and if she didn't get it, she would be sent a bullet through her heart.
"What about Rice Flower Central Hospital?"
"It's definitely going to explode before leaving, even if Katsumi Uehara still doesn't notice that there are bombs in the hospital."
Belmode, who was staring at the screen, smiled a little playfully: "Akemi Miyano is better to say, Shirley's words, Gin must kill her." β
"What about within the organization? Senior researcher should be quite important, right, just give up? I thought it was just Gin trying to teach her a lesson to remember. β
Belmode, who was shaking the ashes, glanced at her meaningfully and said, "You should have heard the phone call from Rum just now, he only asked Gin about blowing up the Metropolitan Police Department, and did not mention Shirley." β
Does Shirley matter?
Of course it's important.
But this is based on her willingness to dedicate her talents to the organization, and once she chooses to give up this necessary basic condition, Shirley is useless to the organization.
From the moment Shirley raised her gun at Gin and announced that she would stop research on APTX-4869, her fate was sealed.
Anyone will turn when the earth leaves, and it is impossible for the organization to be kidnapped by a helpless woman.
Typical examples such as Atsuji Miyano and Elena Miyano.
As Shirley's parents, these two were gods who developed the first generation of drugs from scratch, but the organization still killed them, and finally destroyed their bodies with a fire.
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Thinking of the two "culprits" who made him what he is today, Belmode's eyes became more and more fierce. Shui Wunai, who was keenly aware of the change in his mood, jumped his eyelids imperceptibly, silently poured himself a glass of wine, and happened to hear a notice in his ear-
"The time is set, tomorrow at 10:30 a.m., the American plane will take us out of Japan."
Turning his head to follow the prestige, Gin, who had changed back into the iconic black trench coat and top hat, slowly walked down the stairs, and informed the two of them in a cold tone: "The vodka will be picked up by the Americans we arranged as the FBI alone and meet us in Chicago." β
"Tsk, this feeling of being forced to leave is really unpleasant."
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Belmode, who came back to his senses, pouted, which pot was not opened: "That's right, gin." β
Although it is a questioning sentence, the tone is skeptical.
Gin walked behind her with an expressionless face, and his cold gaze was condescendingly cast on the screen: "Is anyone coming?" β
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"Not yet."
On the road, in the middle of traffic.
Katsumi Uehara, who kept in touch with Kuroba Kaito, Akemi Miyano, and Minori Aso via email, shook his head and took a sharp turn on the steering wheel with both hands: "My informant replied that no trace of the bomb had been found. β
"Why didn't you inform the explosive ordnance disposal team, if there was a bomb, could your informant be more professional in bomb disposal than they were?"
In the passenger seat, the notebook was spread out and landed on the thighs that were close together, and Miwako Zuoto, who kept writing down her partner's previous speculation, frowned, puzzled: "Wouldn't the hospital bomb be easier to find if they were notified." β
"Well, it's not that I can't trust the skills of my colleagues. It's just that if he can't defuse the bomb......"
Katsumi Uehara didn't finish the rest of the words, but Miwako Sato had already understood everything, and her eyes were surprised: "You still know such a powerful informant?" β
How?
She has worked diligently in the Metropolitan Police Department for so many years, and although she has accumulated as many informants as a cow, the actual effect basically belongs to cattle and horses.
Katsumi Uehara has only been in the Metropolitan Police Department for a year, where did he get his connections.
"How's that, aren't you jealous?"
Seeing that the brightly lit Rice Flower Central Hospital had appeared at the end of the road, Katsumi Uehara, who was gradually relaxed, also had a little smile on the corner of his mouth and teased: "No way, this is my personal charm." As soon as the tiger's body shook, someone immediately abandoned the darkness and turned to the light. β
"Tsk."
Miwako, who heard that he was in an improved mood, pursed her lips, and after glancing at the still-intact lights of the hospital, she roughly understood the reason for his relaxation: "Which of your ex-girlfriends is it again?" β
"I'd like to, but I'm sorry, he's a man."
"Ex-boyfriend?"
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Chirping!!!
With a foot of the brake, the magenta or the pink evo crossed the side of the road in an irregular position. Miwako Zuoto, who was smiling at the corner of her mouth, came out of the passenger seat, leaning on the car and teasing: "I can't see that you are still bisexual, is this the reason for breaking up with your ex?" β
Katsumi Uehara, who closed the car door, took off his headphones and stuffed them back into his suit pocket, raised his eyebrows and said, "If you want to know more about my past, there is no need to be so tactful Zuo Teng, I know everything." β
Miwako Zuoto pouted noncommittally: "Then I'm afraid you're thinking too much, I'm not curious about the past of the carrot." Instead of worrying about this, I should worry about whether this hospital will explode tonight, and whether to evacuate people in advance. β
"Probably not tonight, Gin has just left the Metropolitan Police Department, and I guess this meeting should be busy reporting and drawing escape routes."
Katsumi Uehara shook his head: "If it were me, after committing the crime of detonating the Metropolitan Police Department, which can be called a provocation to the face of a country, I would definitely have to deal with the escape matter as soon as possible, where is there any air traffic control-"
"But the truth is, you're not him."
Miwako glanced at her partner angrily: "If I were him, he would definitely do everything possible to kill you before escaping, after all, you ruined him so much." β
"How is it possible, he doesn't have the time to kill me now, and the consequences of detonating the Metropolitan Police Department are very serious."
The man shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "I really didn't expect him to be able to run out of the Metropolitan Police Department with this method, it was my mistake." β
"Don't talk about you, no one can think of it."
The woman who said about this also sighed: "I still can't figure out how the section chief brought those bombs into the Metropolitan Police Department.
"It's not a lot, but it's not something that a few pieces of clothing can cover. And according to the person who monitored the section chief before, he didn't have any briefcases or anything like that when he went to and from work. β
"Surveillance section chief? Minister Oda Kiri's people, how do you say it? β
"There's nothing to say, it's all a tracking diary, and I haven't found the slightest abnormality-"
"Uehara, Sato Criminal."
As the two of them were talking and walking towards the hospital, a figure was waiting at the door early.
"Dr. Aso, why are you here?"
After walking in, Miwako Sato, who saw the person who came clearly, was obviously surprised, and Aso Minori was waving to the two of them with a large bag of food.
"Then we have to ask our respected Uehara Police Department, who made me stay up late and work overtime with a wave of a phone call, and I didn't even have time to eat dinner, and now I have to come to the hospital to see the bones."
Raising the hand-held canvas bag in his hand, Asa Sheng slanted a glance at his friend who was looking up at the starry sky, as if he reached out and took out two buckets of instant noodles from it and put them back.
"Ahem, the police and the people cooperate, the police and the people cooperate, and besides, there is overtime pay, isn't it? Rest assured, you will definitely be fed when the time comes, the Metropolitan Police Department has money. β
The cheeky Katsumi Uehara patted his chest to ensure that his meal would be perfectly filling.
Again, the Metropolitan Police Department has sufficient funds, and it is a big windfall for an individual to deduct a few melons and two dates in the name of a tall one.
"Zuo Teng, let's go, let's go and see the bones firstβhuh? Left vine? β
Turning his head sideways, Katsumi Uehara, who was about to beckon his partner to follow, looked at her strangely as she was stunned, raised his right hand and waved in front of her: "What's wrong with you?" β
ββ¦β¦ Nothing, I just suddenly remembered something. β
Miwako Zuoto, who came back to her senses in an instant, took her eyes away from the hand-held canvas bag full of things from Asa Minoru, and said thoughtfully: "Uehara, do you say that there is a possibility that the bomb was not brought into the Metropolitan Police Department by the section chief, but by someone else." β
Katsumi Uehara, who smelled something wrong, frowned, and his tone suddenly became serious: "What do you mean?" What do you think of? β