Coroner Coroner

Their guns should only be the New Southern M60 and Smith & Wesson.

This pistol, which used to be a large number of civilians in the Sulian country, has always been the favorite of criminals.

It seems that these people are not the police at all.

"They are kidnappers!"

James felt tightness in his chest:

A dignified middle-level FBI, Akai Shuichi's boss, was kidnapped by a few thieves in Japan?

And it was delivered to the kidnappers by the Japanese police...

"Cough cough cough..."

He coughed depressingly.

Then he reluctantly squeezed out a harmless smile, pretending to know nothing, and tried to say to the three kidnappers:

"Wait...I seem to have forgotten something at the venue."

"Several police officers, can I get out of the car and go back to get it?"

"..." The two gangsters beside him looked at each other.

The answer, of course, is: "No!"

The gangsters directly tore off their masks and showed a ferocious smile:

"Mr. Randy Hawke, although I don't know how you got into the car by yourself."

"But it's all here..."

"Just come with us!"

They didn't even act, they just showed all the pistols hidden in the lining of the windbreaker.

The muzzle of this black hole was pressed tightly against James, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

Mr. James' smirk froze instantly.

He is a real master.

But masters are also afraid of being pointed at with guns at such close range, let alone two people and two guns.

If the terrain is suitable, the weapon is in hand, and the ammunition is abundant, he will not be afraid of 20 such small thieves.

But now that the space in the carriage is too narrow, it is inconvenient to use it, and the other party has already taken the lead. The two kidnappers with guns sitting next to him are enough to give him a headache.

After some consideration, James decided not to take risks for the time being.

First obediently confess and cooperate, and wait until the other party relaxes its vigilance, and then it will not be too late to find a chance to fight back.

So he put on a weak and deceitful appearance, and panicked to defend himself:

"You, did you recognize the wrong person?"

"I'm not some Randy Hawke, my name is James, James Black."

"That Mr. Hawke and I just, just look alike."

"Hehe." The gangsters didn't care about such an excuse, they just mocked mercilessly:

"Still pretending? James? Why don't you say you are James Bond?!"

"If you weren't Randy Hawke, why did the two plainclothes policemen protect you just now?"

The leading brother has already realized the true identities of the two "bodyguards" earlier.

Thinking that he almost fell into the trap set by the police, he couldn't help but spit on James' old face:

"It's disgusting..."

"Going out without bodyguards but secretly calling a bunch of plainclothes cops, you old man is really bad!"

"Fortunately, I'm smart, this time I deliberately put on a stripped fake skin, so I didn't just jump out stupidly."

As he said that, he also asked James angrily:

"Say—Hawk, why did you call the police to protect you?"

"Did you know that we were coming to kidnap tickets? How did you know!"

"I..." James was at a loss for words.

He knew that he definitely couldn't rely on explaining his identity, so he easily escaped from the kidnappers.

Forget it, lie down first.

Waiting for the Japanese police to come to rescue.

Or wait for an opportunity to fight back.

Anyway, the kidnappers were determined to take him for Randy Hawke.

Before they get enough oil from this "big fat sheep", they will definitely not tear up their votes easily.

He still has plenty of time to wait.

That's what James was thinking.

After a while...

In the compartment of the moving police car, the melodious music of the radio station suddenly resounded.

It turned out that the younger brother who was driving turned on the car radio casually.

And after this brief music sounded, it was Randy Hawke's live speech being interviewed by reporters.

"This..." The gangsters widened their eyes: "Why is Randy Hawke on the radio?"

"Still broadcast?!"

They finally reacted belatedly:

"Asshole, aren't you Randy Hawk?"

"Yeah, didn't I say that..." James' face was full of helplessness: "I am James."

"You have tied up the wrong person, or... just let me go?"

"Fuck!"

The elder brother who took the lead spat viciously:

"You've been with us for so long, you probably have already remembered our faces."

"How could I let you go!"

He was so angry that his veins were raging, and in the end he could only curse aggrievedly:

"Damn it... this time it's my bad luck!"

"Second and third, drive to Qunma County, find a mountain and bury them!"

James: "..."

There are only two things on his mind right now.

One is to send a lawyer's letter to the Japanese police.

The second is to find Master Lin Xinyi for fortune-telling.

This bloody disaster...

It seems to be quite clever.

..............................

On the other side, Lin Xinyi, who had successfully reunited with the first search team, was also struggling.

He already knew that James was the mysterious agent following him, and he also knew that this guy capsized in the gutter and was inexplicably taken hostage by the search class.

Although he didn't worry much about himself, a guy who followed him.

Especially when it is known that the other party may be a professional agent and has a high probability of having the power to protect himself.

But as a policeman, he still has to catch the kidnappers.

Just because the kidnapped is a foreign spy, you can't just sit idly by and ignore these gangsters.

And Lin Xinyi has Noah's Ark to help locate the mobile phone signal location of the criminals in real time, so it is not difficult to catch up with them.

But now the problem he is struggling with is...

How should I explain this to the Megure Police Department and other colleagues?

You can't just say that you have been conducting large-scale illegal surveillance of Tokyo citizens, can you?

"That, Megure Police Department..."

"I thought of the direction the gangster might go."

After some deliberation, Lin Xinyi finally showed the aura of a well-known detective who had calculated everything and strategized in front of the Mumu Police Department:

"After kidnapping, the criminals definitely need a hiding place that is sufficiently concealed."

"And if they want to tear up the ticket, they also need to go to a sparsely populated place to dispose of the corpse."

"Looking around Tokyo, the place closest to here, the most secluded environment, and the most suitable place to dispose of corpses is the deep mountains in Gunma Prefecture."

"So I can be sure that the gangster must be driving towards Gunma County now!"

Lin Xinyi said that the correct rate is absolutely [-]% perfect reasoning.

There is a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

The smile is full of the wisdom of a famous detective.

But the music didn't match up.

The Mumu Police Department did not show a timely expression of approval like the best fan of the past.

He just questioned with a tangled face:

"That's not right...Mr. Lin."

"Your reasoning seems to have a lot of problems."