Shintaro Sato was admitted to the hospital at 10:10 a.m.

At 5:03 p.m., he announced that the gunshot wound had involved the heart, causing excessive blood loss and succumbing to death.

At the same time, the Metropolitan Police Department also determined that the assassin was Rodrigo Durant, and the pistol used was a P229 reported missing by the SAT troops.

How P229 was lost and why it fell into Durant's hands is something that needs to be clarified.

Before that, the inspector of police had to lead a group of inspectors out and bow.

If it weren't for P229 causing the death of Shintaro Sato, it wouldn't have much to do with the police chief, and he wouldn't need to bow at a press conference.

But Shintaro Sato was killed by the P229 guns lost by the SAT troops.

The Superintendent of Police must take a bow.

“…… Red bean puree private Marseille! ”

A very standard bowing posture, neatly divided into four words, is rigorously reflected at this moment.

The six people who bowed were as if they were one, and there were no flaws.

"We must arrest the murderer Durant as soon as possible, give the sacrifice of Senator Sato, give the victims of the shrine incident, and give everyone justice!"

After some more remarks, the Superintendent of Surveillance left the press conference and returned to his office.

The apology on his face quickly burned with anger, and he directly waved the teacups, documents, etc. on the table to the ground, and the crackling sound from the landing made the roar cover it, "I'll give you three days!" Arrest Durant for me! ”

"Please rest assured, we will do our best!"

"I want people! Person! Whoever of you dares to drop the chain, I will take off anyone's hat, and after three days, all of them will resign on my own initiative! ”

This has been said very seriously.

But the police director didn't feel that what he was saying now could not be fulfilled.

Shintaro Sato is not a nameless little person.

The future prime minister of the political circles, the supernova of the political arena.

With the loss of this party, it will not be easy for the LDP to re-select a more competitive candidate for prime minister internally.

The previous resources were used to train Shintaro Sato.

The position of future prime minister now is subject to change.

If the Superintendent of Police fails to apprehend the murderer, he will resign.

Liberal Democratic Party lawmakers will be replaced by a more capable person as police inspector.

If he is forced to resign, he will definitely be forced to resign with the people who hurt him.

"Hey, we've got someone!"

The police inspectors present replied in unison, and they also understood in their hearts.

If I don't hurry up, I am afraid that I will be forced to resign.

……

The sound of sirens came from afar.

Qing Ze glanced up, and the voice seemed to be two or three streets away.

"It's been a rough rough latebe."

A gentle voice rang out.

Aosawa glanced sideways and saw that it was Mrs. Ishimura leaning against the iron gate of her house.

She was wearing a printed white dress, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes seemed to be able to squeeze out water.

"Young man, would you like to come in and have a cup of ginseng tea?"

Mrs. Ishimura smiled and extended the invitation.

Qing Ze didn't hold back his curiosity about her, and used his perspective ability.

The thin dress disappeared in an instant, and the two toys were very eye-catching.

The thighs are as white as white paper, and the function seems to be the same as that of white paper, allowing people to practice calligraphy to their heart's content.

It should be said that Mrs. Ishimura never disappoints in this regard.

"No, you don't."

Aosawa shook his head, retracted his clairvoyance, and trotted towards Ayase's apartment.

Behind her, Mrs. Ishimura's silver bell-like laughter sounded.

He was very puzzled in his heart, whether it was Mrs. Ishimura or Takahashi, those women who took innocence for the wrong thing were not as disgusting as they looked in books or film and television dramas.

Perhaps it is the appearance of innocence that can deceive men.

Aosawa returned to the apartment, unscrewed the door and shouted, "I'm back, Chiyo." ”

There was no response, and no one was seen in the kitchen, just on the bar, with two 10,000 yuan bills pressed against a teacup, and a blank piece of paper was placed there.

"I'm working overtime tonight, and I'll take the money to eat."

Chiyo's handwriting is very good, and her drawing skills are quite good.

A smiling face was drawn underneath the letter.

Qing Ze picked up two 10,000 yuan bills, and fell into deep thought, what should he eat tonight?

After thinking about it, he decided to go to a Thai restaurant in Ayase shopping street to settle it.

……

Thai hot pot is still delicious, but the waiter's eyes are a little wrong.

Qing Ze couldn't say it, but he felt that the old man was a little weird.

"This bottle of green tea will be given to you for free."

"Uncle, what do you mean?"

Qing Ze was a little puzzled, he never believed that the world would drop pies.

This old guy doesn't have any special fetishes, right?

"Don't get me wrong, I don't think it's easy for you, come back next time you have time."

The old man's face was full of sincerity, and there was a hint of embarrassment between his eyebrows.

His prediction came true.

Even if such a woman can be confused by love for a while, she will not be deceived for a lifetime, and will eventually fall into the arms of the rich.

That appearance is not something that ordinary men can afford.

"Yes...... Thank you very much, I'll definitely come next time I have time. ”

Qing Ze sighed in his heart, it was difficult to find a good employee like the old man, and he actually recruited repeat customers for the boss at his own expense.

Could it be that he actually opened this restaurant?

Waiters are just a hobby of the uncle?

Aosawa stepped out of the restaurant and thought the latter was very likely.

He walked down the street after dinner, looked left and right, tucked the green tea under his arm, and checked the messages on his phone.

It's all read labels.

Now he's sending a message to someone to talk to, and he's going to end the chat later.

It's too troublesome, forget it, Qing Ze decided to watch a short video for a while, and after a short rest, he started running.

Run to the small park.

Then start Dior's nightlife.

……

Night is coming.

Durant glanced out the window, and sirens wafted from the distant street.

After five o'clock, the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department drove around the districts of Tokyo in police cars as if they were not off duty today.

It doesn't matter if you're just shopping.

According to Durant's observations with a telescope.

The Metropolitan Police Department is conducting an orderly search for foreigners over 1.9 meters.

Whether it is African, European or American, all of them must be cross-examined.

This is a time-consuming and effective approach.

When the Metropolitan Police Department is fully operational, the power of the outbreak should not be underestimated.

He said at a press conference that the Metropolitan Police Department would use 60,000 police officers to lay a wide net to arrest criminals.

The constant sound of sirens proves that the police superintendent is not lying.

Durant feels like a bird watching the net shrink.

In addition to despair, it is still despair.

No matter how powerful his makeup skills are, it is impossible for him to change his height.

There are people in the world who have been specially trained to shorten their bones, which can affect their height.

But those have nothing to do with Durant.

He won't.

Durant didn't know how many times he wiped the P229 in his hand, and looked at the time again, and if he didn't go out, he would miss the meeting between Shinjuku and Dior.

If he goes out, with his height, it is easy to be interrogated when he encounters someone from the Metropolitan Police Department.

He looked at the P229 in his hand and had no choice but to take the risk and give it a try.

Durant got up and put his makeup as close to Asian as possible.

It's just that the face shape is hard to change.

He had to try to paint some pastel makeup and then match it with a wig to get close to the Japanese looks.

Putting on makeup, Durant leaves the secret stronghold.

This is the CIA's safe house, except for Jack and John, no third person knows about it, and it is very secretive.

It can also be regarded as the help provided by the CIA indirectly.

If it doesn't help at all, it is completely impossible for Durant to hide in Japan.

Japan's underground world is so deep that there is no way to hide it.

……

In order to avoid the crowds as much as possible, Durant took a taxi directly to the 1-chome of Kabukicho in Shinjuku.

The taxi driver had no doubts about his makeup, as long as the banknotes were genuine.

It doesn't matter what the guests look like.

Along the way, Durant was worried and rubbed shoulders with the police car several times, for fear that the taxi would be stopped by the other party.

Seeing that he was going to Kabukicho, what he was worried about was still happening.

"Excuse me, please pull over and do a routine check."

"What a nuisance."

The driver muttered and pulled over with a reluctant face.

Durant's heart was pounding, his hand was holding the gun, and if the situation was not right, he would immediately kill and run.

He must not be caught.

The policeman in charge of the inspection didn't know that he was standing with one foot in the ghost gate, so he knocked on the car window and said, "I'm sorry, please talk about it." ”

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

The driver replied impatiently.

The policeman's gaze turned to Durant.

"Don't delay me in enjoying yourself."

As an agent, Durant is fluent in eight Chinese.

His Japanese is more standard than the average Japanese.

But in the previous operation, Durant has always used accented Japanese or English, just to avoid interrogation with fluent language when applying makeup.

"I'm sorry, let's go."

The police waved their hands, and the task assigned above was to detain and interrogate those who were more than 1.9 meters tall and did not speak with an accent that was Japanese.

The other party has no accent, so there is no need to cross-examine too much.

Although the above requirements are very strict, it is important to interrogate every suspicious person in detail.

But for the police below, that kind of demand is clearly unrealistic.

There are not a few 1.9-meter-9 big men in Tokyo, and they are carefully interrogated one by one, are they tired?

Besides, their attitude towards the arrest of Durant is often indifferent.

They were not the ones who were deposed.

It is better to say that if the police superintendent and the police superintendent are dismissed, they will have to drink beer to celebrate and scold them for deserving.

"This car is not suspicious, go to the next taxi and have a look."

The police walked away.

Durant's thumping heart dropped, and his hand quietly moved away from the handle of the gun.

The driver was still there and complained: "Those tax thieves are really incompetent, and if they can't catch the murderer, they will trouble us ordinary people."

A bunch of waste. ”

"You're right."

Durant echoed that the colorful streets of Kabukicho could already be seen here.

Among the people who came and went, there were also people in police uniforms.

His heart became calm, and he was examined like this.

Earlier, Bai was worried.

Durant couldn't help but look forward to meeting Dior.

PS: Thank you for the reward from the banana behind me

(End of chapter)