The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Just grab a bottle of fake wine that tastes like dry juice.

Although he doesn't have one on hand now, he can make it.

No bottle, no wine, then make your own!

He is good at counterfeiting wine.

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"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

"Come in."

Metropolitan Police Department, search the office of the chief of Section [-].

Kiyomaga Matsumoto was engrossed in his work, when there was an unplanned knock on the door.

He raised his eyes and glanced, and it was his up-and-coming adopted son who pushed the door and entered.

"came back?"

"came back."

After two brief questions and answers, the huge office once again fell into deathly silence.

The sound of the pen rubbing against the paper rustled, and Matsumoto Kiyomachi lowered his head, not paying any attention to his posture.

"Detective Maori said, it was you who asked Police Megumo to call him and ask him to come forward and talk to me?"

"Don't arrange the internal work of the Metropolitan Police Department that has been procrastinating all day? Will you make a decision if you don't let him talk to you? Let me tell you Atsuto Yamashita. If you don't come to work, some people will come to work. The position under your ass Some people want to sit. Do you really think you are an untouchable baby?"

The stern-faced Matsumoto Kiyonaga picked himself out of it in an understatement, and incidentally criticized him as usual: "You can really figure out how to use the home of the head of the Osaka Police Headquarters as a safe house."

"Then what should I do? I'm not familiar with the place in Osaka, and I can't trust it anywhere except Hattori Heizo's house."

The man at the foot of the mountain pursed his lips. At this moment, his mentality of lying down and letting ridicule became a little turbulent, and he couldn't help pushing back.

"You are fooling around!"

"Times have changed, old man. The head of the Osaka headquarters is more enlightened than you, a small section chief. No wonder you have been promoted so slowly."

"you--?!"

Kiyoshi Matsumoto's hands trembled, and the ink gushing out of the pen tip instantly delineated the scope of the signature.

"I haven't bothered with you about slapping me yet. It hurts to death. I suspect that you are avenging yourself." Atsuto Yamashita took a small half step back in order to make it easier for him to escape at any time.

"It's not what you said, to deal with that kind of person, you have to do a fake show and do it for real?"

"I suspect you want to slap my face and retaliate against me."

"No doubt."

"…………"

Atsuto Yamashita's old mouth was forced back to his stomach by Matsumoto's unabashed admission.

Nonsence!

Old shameless!

Did you just admit it? !

"You are so lawless because you need to clean up." As a representative figure of old-school parents, Matsumoto Kiyonaga has wanted to fan Yamashita for a long time.However, this child has been hard-winged since he was a child, and he is better than anyone else in the outfield by "running away" alone, so he has not found the opportunity to start education for a long time.

The "cowardly" Atsuto Yamashita who dared not speak began to dig into the tiles under his feet.

Whenever he was too lazy to talk to the old man, this move would definitely allow him to leave smoothly.

Try a hundred spirits.

"Is there any money on the ground for you to pick up? Or is the pattern of the tiles attractive to you? Every time you say it, you bow your head to me."

Matsumoto Qingchang snorted coldly: "Go away! Don't get in the way here. Now that you're back, work hard for me and bring back the prisoner who hurt Mumu. The majesty of the Metropolitan Police Department cannot be provoked." .”

"Yes, yes, let's go."

After a few perfunctory words from Nuzui, Atsuto Yamashita left the extremely oppressive office of the section chief.

After watching him leave, Matsumoto Kiyunaga put down his pen and took out a letter from the drawer.

It was sent by the Osaka Police Headquarters, written by Toyama Ginshiro.

A private compliment, not so formulaic, between the lines showed the appreciation of Yamashita Atsuto from the two giants of the Osaka Police Headquarters, Hattori Heizo and Toyama Ginshiro.

"This kid..."

Matsumoto Kiyonaga stroked the letter paper, the serious and tense corners of his mouth gradually softened.

After he put the letter close to him, he made a phone call: "Minister/Minister, Atsuto Yamashita is back."

"Thank you, Matsumoto-kun."

Toshiro Odagiri, Chief of the Criminal Department of the Metropolitan Police Department, connected the internal phone and nodded after hearing the news he wanted.

"It's just the minister/chief, this kid is used to it, I'm afraid he--"

"Don't worry, Matsumoto."

Toshiro Odagiri, who was spinning the pen, chuckled, and gave him a reassurance: "What I promised will always be valid, and he will have the authority equivalent to searching the police department of the second section, Nakamori Ginzo.

In addition, this time the public security side was caught by us, remember not to waste it. "

"Is there really nothing wrong with that movie?"

Matsumoto Kiyoshimoto's joyful brows suddenly showed a little worry.

"What the police can do, why can't my Metropolitan Police Department do it?"

Toshiro Odagiri has always been an enterprising party within the Metropolitan Police Department, and it was he who set up behind the scenes to fight against the public opinion and pull Meguro Shisan into the position competition with Kuroda Hei.

The bottom line is to be able to get a clear picture through little by little trials and breakthroughs.

Thanks to the competitive performance of Atsuto Yamashita and Mukushisan, the cornerstone of Toshiro Odagiri's reputation has become more and more solid today.

"I understand." Matsumoto Kiyoshi hung up the phone, reopened the file and began to review it.

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"Yamashita, is there really no problem with the dry juice you mentioned?"

In the office of the third department, the rich second-generation Shiratori Ren Sanlang, who is quite familiar with wine culture, looked at the list in his hand, and a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Don't worry, that thing is not only harmless, but also beneficial to the human body."

The smiling Atsuto Yamashita slapped his chest loudly.

This time, he really didn't lie: "In short, you just do what I tell you, and just take out the bottle of wine you treasured."

"You can, but why would you do that?"

"I've always had a dark thread outside, you know what I mean." Atsuto Yamashita hooked his friend's shoulder and winked at him.

"Have you found the prisoner who hurt Officer Megure?"

"How is it possible, my dark line is not a god, it can only be said that it has roughly determined a range."

"But can you bartend? What if—"

"I suggest you go back to the police academy to inquire about my great achievements."

Atsuto Yamashita sized Shiratori Rensaburo contemptuously, with a proud face on his face: "I am not talented. When I was training in the police academy, I was given the nickname [Tokyo No. [-] Technician], and I am proficient in thousands of play techniques and hundreds of ways to be late. .

He once single-handedly raised the strictness of the police school rules to a new level. "

Shiratori Ren Saburo: "..."

Is this something to be proud of? !

"Aren't you afraid that the police cadets after you will hold grudges against you?"

"You know what, I'm an elite line. This is helping the police academy train the elite among the elite. It's too late for them to thank me."

Benedict at the foot of the mountain felt a little guilty.

At that time, Toru Amuro's five-member police academy had already made the school rules much stricter, and he raised the strictness a few more levels.

"Ha ha."

"Get out! Hurry up and get wine for this technician."

Atsuto Yamashita rolled up his sleeves to change the subject, ready to prove that his title of "Tokyo's No. [-] Technician" is not in vain.

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Atsuto Yamashita has always been a person who is not good at bragging.

As long as it is something promised to go out, he will definitely do it.

It's just adding medicine to the wine, he's familiar with it.

He can even make his own personal oxygen bag for diving in Tokyo Bay. Wouldn't it be easy to mix a bottle of dry juice with famous wine?

Tokyo's No. [-] Technician who is proficient in thousands of playing skills, this title is not just a play.

"Chengshi! Add medicine to me!"

"Get out! Do you know how much money you ruined me with just a few reagents?!"

"Hey, what a big deal. Whoever we are with, your money is mine."

"That's the private money I managed to dig out! Why don't you use the money in your card to get it if you don't care about money so much?"

"My card is with Shi Yu. She is busy calculating how much the villa decoration will cost. I can't get it at this stage."

"……………………"

Aso's honest eyes were filled with resentment.

Atsushi Yamashita has bought villas in downtown Tokyo, and they have used super luxurious decorations.And him?He still lives in the Aso clinic left by his father.

At best, a clinic that has been renovated once is not enough to compare with the ultra-luxury decoration of the new villa under the mountain.

He was very sour, so sour that his teeth hurt.