The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Maori detective?"

"As a former criminal policeman, my professionalism does not allow me to watch a young man with a bright future die."

Mori Kogoro lit a cigarette with one hand, under the sharp eyes, the two usually funny moustache has an extraordinary charm at the moment: "The explosion will be dealt with by the explosive ordnance disposal team."

"So, Detective Mori, why did you resign in the first place?"

"........."

Mori Kogoro was silent.

"Please, my entrustment."

Atsuto Yamashita pulled out his hand, and it was the first time in his life that he begged someone so sincerely.

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"Mom! Where are you, Mom!!!"

"Woooooo dad, why are you missing!!!"

"Xiao Xu?! Where are you, Xiao Xu?! Xiao Xu!"

"Wei?! Wee, don't scare me! Ambulance! Where's the ambulance! Where's the police?!"

"Grandma! What's wrong with you, grandma! Don't die, grandma! Don't die, grandma!!!"

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Tokyo, Suzuki Art Exhibition Building.

This skyscraper planned and designed by Suzuki Jirokichi can be said to have always been his pride. Before the famous architect Teiji Moritani was arrested in an accident, this building was able to match his works. comparable existence.

But now, this pride has become a nightmare for countless people.

"You crazy!!! Crazy!!!"

Suzuki Jirokichi, who was pinned down on the floor tiles of the office by two blond foreigners, roared hoarsely, and the veins on his forehead were enough to show his anger at the moment.

But, to no avail.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Suzuki Jirokichi. Or do you want to kneel in the ruins and howl like those people in the lobby on the first floor?"

The man in the purple-collar suit above the first seat smiled softly, but there was no gentleness in his eyes.

The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at Suzuki Jirokichi's forehead, and the oppressive feeling of not pulling the trigger made the latter shut his mouth and stop making noise.

The bullets are ruthless, and the bodyguards lying on the ground are the best proof.

"Who the hell are you? Who hired you to kill me? I can pay you double, no, triple."

For Suzuki Jirokichi, things that can be solved with money are nothing.

Now in front of him are four men and five women, and the four men's shots are extremely crisp and neat. The bodyguards hired by him with high salaries have no resistance at all in the hands of this group of people.

"Oh? Really? Then transfer money to this account. As for the amount, how much do you think your life is worth?"

Wuhe Ryonu, who was wiping his palms with a handkerchief, gestured, and Hanazanin Hoshino, standing behind him, then placed the adjusted remittance page in front of Suzuki Jirokichi: "Please."

Without the slightest hesitation, Suzuki Jirokichi lost all the balance in one of his cards.

"Is that all?" Huashanin Hoshino fiddled with his nails rather bored.

"I only have five personal accounts, all of which have been entered. I have no authority to use the funds in the company account. The Suzuki consortium is at the helm of my cousin, not me."

After clearing all his personal accounts at once, Suzuki Jiroji gritted his teeth and stated.

"Take it, Huashanyuan. I have come to Japan, and there must be something to gain."

Wu Heliang, who had not been a mercenary for a long time, got up and walked to the large French window, overlooking the densely packed police cars, wounded, and ambulances under his feet, with a cold arc raised at the corner of his mouth.

"Boss, it's a video call from Suzuki Shiro, the helm of the Suzuki Consortium."

The short-haired brawny man who replaced the dead John as Wu Heliang's new right-hand man respectfully notified him.

"Cast screen."

With his hands behind his back, Wuheliang greeted the face projected onto the office screen with a smile on his face: "Good afternoon, Mr. Shiro Suzuki."

"[Gies], Wu Heliang, Japanese-American, 56 years old this year. A master of terror who wanders among the underground forces in the United States. It is rumored that he loves to send his subordinates to chaotic places such as the Middle East for training... ..."

Seeing that his cousin was still safe and sound, Suzuki Shiro breathed a sigh of relief, and then seriously read out the urgently sent information from the police: "What do you want?"

"You can't give me what I want."

Wuhe Liangshi calmly sat down, crossed his legs, and sipped his tea carefully.

"How much do you want?"

"No, no, it's not about money." Wu Heliang, who closed the lid of the tea, moved his fingers, and the projection screen was turned off immediately, and the video call was also hung up.

Outside the cordon of the lobby on the first floor of the building, in a car the size of an RV, Suzuki Shiro dropped his earphones angrily!

"Where's the sniper? I wonder where the police sniper is now?"

After quickly calming down, Suzuki Shiro, accompanied by his wife Suzuki Tomoko, walked out of the RV, and came in front of Megure Shisan and Kuroda Hei who were in charge of the scene command.

"Snipers can't shoot yet. There are too many people in the building. Now everyone is frightened, and the evacuation speed is very slow."

Megushisan, who was ordered by Matsumoto Kiyonaga to directly take away the on-site command on the grounds of "you made a mistake", is really a gangster: "And the elevator in this building is also damaged, our people can only walk The stairs facilitate an orderly evacuation of those inside."

Heihei Kuroda, who was a public security officer, didn't say a word. No one knew what he was thinking as his glasses reflected in the scorching sun.

Perhaps it was unwillingness to be seized, or something else.

"I just want to know how long I have to wait now?"

"The time for the evacuation of the masses is unpredictable, and it is very likely that the prisoner has all the remaining bombs he brought out of the Dongyang gunpowder depot in his hands. We cannot determine whether the prisoner has an automatic detonation device after death."

Mu Mu Shisan answered one by one with a sullen face.

Those fresh lives are the reason why the police can only set up sniper rifles and cannot start the beheading operation.

Once the building explodes and collapses, the number of casualties is simply inestimable!

"Don't you have nothing to do with this kidnapper? What about Officer Yamashita? He—"

"Who is looking for me?"

A voice came from behind the crowd.

After hearing the sound, several people followed the sound and looked: At the end of a road that was cleared by the police on both sides, Shan Xia, who was carrying an Adidas backpack, stood there, welcoming everyone's eyes.

He was dressed in a black suit, and there was a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose because the sun was too bright to drive.

"Under the mountain?!"

Chiba was extremely surprised.

"Yamashita-kun?"

This is Kuroda Hei, whose expression has finally changed, and the surprised Suzuki Shiro and his wife.

"Brother at the foot of the mountain, you are here."

Mu Mushisan, the fruit-capable brother, didn't have much joy on his face: "Do you have any good ideas?"

"Yes, I have."

Atsuto Yamashita threw the backpack on the ground, opened the laptop inside and placed it on the RV.Smiling, he pressed the top button of his shirt.

After the video screen transmission and radio were all normal, he got up and came to Mu Mu Shisan: "Police, as long as I go up."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Mu Mu Shisan's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he flatly refused without even thinking about it.

"He wanted me to be ruined by name, which means that there is still some time between me and him to talk. During this time, you can speed up the evacuation."

"Impossible! There are other ways! I will never let you go up!"

"No, I want to go up by myself, police."

Atsuto Yamashita smiled slightly: "I have something very important to me, I need to ask him clearly."

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"Boss, the people from the bottom of the mountain are here."

Suzuki Exhibition Building, main office on the 25th floor.

Huashanin Hoshino showed Wuheliang the picture of Atsuto Yamashita walking on the stairs of the safe passage captured by the surveillance screen.

"Pretty punctual."

After straightening his tie, the man raised his hand to check the time.

Generally speaking, the time he gave should not be enough, unless Atsuto Yamashita was on a plane while doing special things, and at the same time, he was also rampant and speeding after leaving the airport.

"That's up to him to save you, old man."

Wu Heliang tilted his head and looked at Suzuki Jirokichi who was kneeling on the ground without saying a word.

About twenty minutes later, an unfamiliar voice passed through the door and entered everyone's ears.

"Stop it, Azu! It's Jackie Chan outside!"

Although he couldn't understand what he was going to say, it was clearly a warning.

Several people frowned.

"Sorry, just kidding, I hope I didn't scare you."

Atsuto Yamashita pushed the door and walked in, holding his hands high and smiling, to show his friendliness: "But my suggestion is true. Stop it, everyone, there are policemen outside, you can't escape."

In the huge office, the atmosphere froze for a moment.

The stare between Wu Heliang and Yamashita Toshito did not end for a long time, and no one else dared to speak out.

"coming?"

"coming."

"I'm more curious if anyone told you not to come."

"Who knows."