The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Is your speaking skills so bad when you strike up a conversation with women now, Mori Kogoro?" Fei Yingli's eyes reflected the light on the lens, which was hard to resist.

"Xiao Lan told you to help stop the people at the foot of the mountain?"

"Xiao Lan told you to help stop the people at the foot of the mountain?"

Even though they have been separated for a long time, the two still have a tacit understanding with one voice.

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boom! ! !

On the streets of Tokyo, two police cars exploded under the horrified eyes of passers-by! ! !

The flames soaring into the sky made Miwako Sato, who came back from the convenience store with a drink in her hand, burst into tears!

"Takagi!!! Shiratori!!!"

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"Ambulance! Hurry up!!! This way!!!"

"This way!!!"

The streets of Tokyo are filled with smog.

Miwako Sato, who desperately rescued two colleagues from the bottom of the car, still had smoke marks on her face that had not yet faded.

Beside her, the ragged Takagi Tsutomu and Shiratori Ren Saburo both had their eyes closed and their breathing was weak.

It seems that the fire of life will burn out in the next second.

"What the hell is going on?! Sato?"

Mumu Shisan hurried to Sato Miwako's side, reached out to support her, and looked at the two subordinates who were carefully carried on the stretcher by the medical staff for emergency rescue, with shock in their eyes.

"I don't know, I don't know the police department. I just went to buy a drink and the car exploded."

After covering her face for a long while and forcing herself to calm down, Miwako Sato told the whole story.

Shiratori and Takagi each received a report call. The reporter lied about the bomb stolen from the Dongyang Powder Depot in a restaurant here, so the two unknowingly decided to find out.

Because Miwako Sato was on the Takagi car at the time, she was also brought to the scene.

After some searching, they did not find a bomb in the restaurant, but instead found a sticker.

[Because of your unruly behavior, I don't want to play the previous game now.I've changed my mind, Atsuto Yamashita, I'm going to ruin your reputation. 】

This is the content written on the sticker, and on the last line of ps, a number is left.

[You only have one chance to contact me, if it is wasted, then don't blame me for not giving you the chance. 】

Mu Mu Shisan's face was gloomy, his fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

"This! Bastard!"

asshole! ! !

If it is not limited by the occasion, what Mu Mu Shisan wants to do most now is to flip the table.

Burning with anger is no longer enough to describe his mood at the moment.

Takagi Shepherd, Shiratori Ren Saburo.

These two were soldiers brought up by him, and now they were directly blown into the ambulance.

And the other Atsuto Yamashita, who was brought out by him, is now obviously identified by the prisoner as the next target.

"Satou, go to the hospital to keep an eye on it, and I'll report it."

"Yes!"

Miwako Sato, who was also restraining the anger in her heart, nodded, then boarded the ambulance, and went to Mihua Hospital with the two who had returned from emergency rescue.

Megushisan, who is a management officer, returned to the Metropolitan Police Department and informed Kuroda Hei, the top person in charge of the bomb theft and imitation crimes.

"I have asked someone to adjust the surveillance around the restaurant. The prisoners must have installed the bombs in their respective cars after Shiratori and the others entered the restaurant."

Kurodabei remained silent.

A criminal who threatened to make the police pay the price is enough to cause them a headache for both the police and the Metropolitan Police Department.

Not to mention that this time the prisoner still holds a big killer that has not been found so far-the bomb.

"Watch the police, where is the phone number left by the prisoner?"

"I have already sent it to Brother Yamashita."

"?"

Kuroda Hei frowned, slowly stood up from the chair, and put his hands on the desk: "You shouldn't do this, watch your eyes. You should know that Atsuto Yamashita has announced his resignation to the public, and he is no longer a policeman. I am no longer qualified to participate in this case.”

"You and I both know that this is just a rhetoric, and, strictly speaking, Atsuto Yamashita's application for resignation has not yet been approved."

Memu Thirteen, who had been prepared for a long time, took out a resignation letter from his pocket, and tore it to pieces in front of Kuroda Heiwei: "The prisoner made it very clear, we only have one chance. If you give the number to You police, can you promise me that you will not call me?!"

Mu Mu Thirteen, who has always shown himself as a kind old man, made a rare gesture: "You police have already made a mistake once, and this time it is about the lives of members of the Metropolitan Police Department. I can't bet the odds on you again." The so-called investigative methods of the police!"

Hei Kuroda, who was poked at the sore spot, was numb and did not speak any more.

Mu Mu Shisan is the administrator of the First Search Section, no matter what happens afterwards, people do have the right to say this to him now.

The police under his command did not catch the criminal's feet in this case, and even tricked them into handing over the new password of the Dongyang Arsenal.

No matter how you explain it, no matter how beautiful the written report is, this is a mistake that can be characterized as dereliction of duty.

"I hope you won't regret it, watch out."

"Wait and see."

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"drop."

Osaka, Naniwa International Hotel.

After the notification sounded that the recording was over, Atsuto Yamashita in a suit and leather shoes got up and put the DV player back in his bag.

Go downstairs and store your backpack in the locker on the left side of the hotel lobby.

【Yamashita, the prisoner escaped from the detention center.And also wounded Takagi and Shiratori with bombs.This number was left by the prisoner at the scene, saying that there was only one chance to call it, and I left it to you. 】

The email sent by Mumu Shisan made Yamashita's force to close the door much stronger in an instant.

The sound of "bang" startled everyone in the lobby to look at him with strange eyes.

Atsuto Yamashita put one hand in his pocket, ignoring the gazes of his surroundings, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number in the email.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

No one answered the phone for a long time, but he leaned against the stone pillar outside the hotel and waited patiently.

"Hey?"

Finally, the phone went through.

The magnetic baritone Atsuto Yamashita has the impression that Wuheliang, who had met him at the gate of Toyosaki High School, and Wuheliang who should have been buried in the sea of ​​fire.

"You really didn't die, bastard."

"You are not dead yet, how could I die, Yamashita-kun."

Hearing this, the man on the other end of the phone smiled happily: "However, the police will actually give you the opportunity to call this number? This is not like their style."

"It's not your fault that you don't know much."

"Ha ha."

Wu Heliang was noncommittal: "Let's play a game, Yamashita-kun. I know, you have a problem with an old man named Suzuki Jirokichi, right?"

"Then you're wrong. I have a nest with him, and it's a pleasure to cooperate."

Hearing this, Atsuto Yamashita sneered, walked over after seeing his target, sat in front of him and knocked on the glass table twice.

Mori Kogoro, who covered his face with a newspaper, was startled and hurriedly turned away.

"Since this is the case, that's even better. If you don't come in 120 minutes, the entire Suzuki Group building will collapse in an instant. To show my sincerity, I can give you a sample first."

Snapped!

There was a snap of fingers, followed by a series of shocking explosions!

Shouts, howls, stampedes, etc. were instantly mixed together.

Atsushi Yamashita had no expression on his face.

Mori Kogoro pulled off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose at some point, and looked at the man sitting in front of him with a serious expression.

"Wash your neck and wait for me."

After saying the last sentence, Atsuto Yamashita hung up the phone.

"I've noticed for a long time, Detective Maori, that you seem to have been monitoring this hotel all the time. It was Shiyu who asked you to stop me."

Mori Kogoro was at a loss for words.

"This is the key to the hotel locker. If I can't come back, please go and get it out, and hand over the backpack I put inside to Shiyu. Is that okay?"

When talking about the possibility of death, Atsuto Yamashita's expression seemed calm and scary to Mori Kogoro.

"Sorry, Yamashita-kun, I—"

"This is my entrustment fee."

Atsuto Yamashita took out a plastic bag from his pocket and handed it to him.

The moment Kogoro touched his hand, his expression changed——

gun!

"Follow your daughter Mao Lilan closely, I suspect she may be targeted."

Mori Kogoro's expression gradually became complicated: "Are you threatening me with Xiaolan?"

"I'm just stating a fact. Then, I leave my commission to you, Maori Detective."

Atsuto Yamashita smiled, got up and was about to leave, but Kogoro Mori grabbed his wrist!