The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Da Ma Jindao sat on the chair and turned the pen, shaking his legs, with sleepiness hanging from the corners of his eyes.

He has spent more than three hours here, but he still has nothing.

"Speak a word, you should say a word, section chief."

"You see, I still recognize you as the head of the class. Does this always show my sincerity?"

Yamashita Benedict knocked on the corner of the table helplessly, trying to pull the old man back from his wandering state: "Be lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist. Why don't you understand such a simple truth?"

"Or do you think the Black Organization will try to rescue you?"

"I'm telling you it's better not to have this unrealistic dream."

"Do you still remember the Tunkou Councilor who died more than two months ago? Do you still remember Pisk who died tragically at the gun of the black organization?"

"That guy from Gin has a good way of killing his own people. Councilor Tunkou kills as soon as he wants, and even Pisk, a veteran member of their organization, gives up as soon as he says he wants to, let alone a mere retiree like you. The head of the first class has been searched."

"Don't forget, you are not alone now, you still have a family, children, and offspring. With the style of a winery, it is a routine operation to kill you all—"

The babbling persuasion words stopped abruptly after the old man raised his head, and the sarcasm in the cloudy eyes of the white-haired Onoda Kikujiro made Yamashita Atsuto feel very uncomfortable.

Very upset.

What do you mean?

It's useless for me to help you analyze the pros and cons for a long time?

"Winery? Is this what you call our organization? It's quite appropriate." The old man smiled kindly, and began to gossip on the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes.

"If it weren't for the gin, I'd rather call you the waterworks." Atsuto Yamashita leaned back tactically, turning the ballpoint pen in his hand, his face full of disgust.

One or two are either youngsters or undercover agents, or they have nothing to do with organizing funds to fish for fish and play mahjong.

"I think you may have made a mistake, Yamashita-kun."

The old man smiled slightly, and his cloudy eyes were full of smiles: "As long as I am still alive, the organization will not take action against my family, unless I am dead."

"But you, or the people behind you. Whether it's Matsumoto Kiyomaga or Hakuba Police Chief, will you let me die?"

"No, because you still want to pry my mouth open and get more information about the organization. Otherwise, you wouldn't be sitting here with me for more than three hours, would you?"

After decades of police career, Kikujiro Onoda has long been used to the rough wind and waves.He has the ability to weigh the pros and cons in a short period of time and make the best choice for himself and his family.

"If you want, I can just spend the whole day here with you."

Atsuto Yamashita put down the pen in his hand, and leaned forward in front of him.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to."

Onoda lightly smashed his handcuffed hands, looked up at his subordinates who were approaching him, and said calmly, "I'm sleepy and want to rest. Oh, by the way, Yamashita-kun, if you really bring If you come with sincerity, let me see your sincerity."

Afterwards, the imprisoned former head of the Police Department's First Search Section closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"Okay, then you can sit here."

Benedict at the foot of the mountain could only curse the old fox secretly, then turned and left.

As soon as he went out, he bumped into Matsumoto Kiyonaga who came out of the monitoring room next door.

"This old fox doesn't want to get in. Anyway, I have nothing to do. You can figure it out yourself."

For this kind of person who has been in the police force for decades, any interrogation skills are useless, and Atsuto Yamashita doesn't want to see that old face anymore.

Fortunately, he is only a small police department, and it is not his turn to worry about the follow-up matters.

"The people I sent out have received Onoda's family members. After confirming their innocence, I will help them change their appearance and leave Japan."

Kiyomaga Matsumoto also knew in his heart where the concerns of his old boss were, that's why he sent someone to take over the Onoda family as soon as possible.

"Okay, anyway, you will be the class leader in the future, and you have the final say on your official university."

Toshito Yamashita shrugged: "Remember to arrange a better place for him to live in, otherwise I'm afraid he will die suddenly at his age. Let's go first, Section Chief Matsumoto."

With Onoda turned into a traitor, the already determined successor, Kiyonaga Matsumoto, naturally took the position of Chief of the First Investigation Section of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Although he has not been officially appointed yet, he is right to call it that.

Of course, that means...

Mu Mu Shisan is about to be promoted to a management officer, and he himself will take the position before Mu Mu and become a small leader with real power.

"You said that I am a fish-touching king, how come I somehow became the head of the third department of rapists and search?"

In the cafeteria at noon, Atsuto Yamashita, who rarely came off work on time to eat, happened to meet Shiratori Sato, Takagi, and Chiba's group of four, and immediately began to chatter.

The group of four didn't take a look.

"Hey, hey, what do you mean? I will be your future boss soon, and this is how you treat me? Believe it or not, I will wear shoes for you in the future?"

Benedict at the foot of the mountain squinted at him.

At that time, the final report will let you write until you spit!

"Shanshita, I'll eat you a chicken leg."

Shiratori Ren Sanlang, who had just ruined the blind date, directly took away the big chicken leg on his plate, and his calm tone full of resentment made Atsuto Yamashita dare not speak out.

"Shanshita, I forgot to pick vegetables, give me yours."

Miwako Sato shared Jingui's vegetables.

"Shanshita, I—"

"Chiba, believe it or not, I'll take those brats from the Detective Boys to your handicraft cabinet when I turn around?" Yamashita Atsuto couldn't help it, and angrily yelled at Chiba Kazunobu who was about to move.

There is only one egg, minced meat tofu and a bowl of soup left on the plate.

If he is separated again, he still eats a shovel? !

"You're wrong, I just want to congratulate you." Chiba and Shin coaxed.

As a maniac collector of figurines, Xiong Zi is indeed an indelible nightmare in his heart.

Even though the kids who called themselves the Detective Boys didn't look like the kind of brats who would break figurines.

"Speaking of which, what's going on with Section Chief Onoda? Why was he secretly arrested all of a sudden?"

The honest Takagi Wataru was a little puzzled.

"Who knows, it's just the task above, and I don't know the details." Atsuto Yamashita snatched back the chicken legs and green vegetables, ate them contentedly, and instantly persuaded Baima and Sato who wanted to grab them again.

"By the way, Shiratori, the primary school head teacher I told you about yesterday—wait a minute, I'll answer the phone."

Atsuto Yamashita wanted to ask Shiratori if the road to true love had begun, but he was interrupted by a strange call.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"I killed someone and want to surrender, Officer Yamashita."

The moment the phone was connected, the big chicken leg that Yamashita Toruto had just bitten directly hit the dinner plate.

Soup splattered.

He recognized the voice, it was the big star Okino Yoko.

"Where are you? I'll be right there."'

"Sanko Warehouse, 25th Street, Kudocho."

beep--

The phone hangs up.

In the huge warehouse, Toru Amuro put his mobile phone in his pocket and pressed the button on the headset: "The operation has begun, Ireland. Remember, life is saved, and they will bear the responsibility of killing Onoda for us when they wake up. "

"I see."

Ireland, who used Saiduri Matsumoto to invite Kiyomaga Matsumoto out of the Metropolitan Police Department, hung up the communication, the expression in his eyes changing.

Outside the Metropolitan Police Department, the cool Mercedes-Benz sports car rides away.

Atsuto Yamashita, who was stepping on the accelerator all the way, had a solemn expression, and rushed to the scene of the crime on the phone as quickly as possible.

A warehouse that has been abandoned for a long time, with overgrown weeds outside the gate.

The scenery is incomparably desolate.

"Miss Yoko?! Are you in there?!"

Atsuto Yamashita squinted his eyes and shouted loudly.

In his hand, he took out a small flash bomb and a small smoke bomb from his pocket.

Phantom Thief Kidd's premium second-hand goods, the price is fair, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Officer Yamashita, I, I am here!"

[Yoko Okino]'s voice echoed, and Atsuto Yamashita put on his sunglasses.

The moment he stepped into the warehouse, Amuro dropped flash bombs and smoke bombs in Toru Amuro's eyes that saw ghosts!

Dazzling light and fog enough to cover the sun filled the huge warehouse, and Toru Amuro instinctively felt a sense of crisis.

"really……"

"Bold bourbon! I could see you're not human!"

The stern and angry tone rang in Anshitou's ears, and the next second, a pair of hands stretched out from the still thick gray fog after the strong light faded, and clasped his wrist firmly.

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Instinctively, Toru Amuro wanted to resist.

The pride of being a public security elite and the fake liquor in the winery does not allow him to fall into the disadvantage so easily.

Not to mention that the opponent is a policeman who has never dealt with the public security very much.

Even if this policeman is Yamashita Atsuto who is hailed as the "Savior of the Metropolitan Police Department" by a large number of media.

The waist and the horse are united, turning over and kicking sideways——

After his hands were firmly imprisoned and unable to break free, Toru Amuro decisively used his long legs.

His eyes narrowed in the thick mist, and he accurately captured the figure hidden in the dark.