please make money

But when he was talking about going to the maintenance warehouse, Miyuki Kobayakawa looked left and right at no one, and sneaked into the tea room with a food box.

Natsumi Tsujimoto followed, consciously lowering his voice: "What are you doing? Haven't we had dinner?"

Miyuki smiled, and when she was about to answer, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and the lights began to flicker.

A white shadow floated in front of Mei Xin's eyes, and she screamed out loud - she was most afraid of this!

It was big enough to break Xia Shi's eardrums. As a last resort, Xia Shi hugged the terrified Meixing.

"Miyuki, it's me, don't worry! I'm here!"

The voice was soft and warm, unlike Xia Shi, the usual carefree female man.

Miyuki in the dark suddenly felt that she was surrounded by a pair of slender but powerful hands, and the familiar voice came from her ears.

This made Miyuki's terrified and restless heart settle down. She believed that as long as the other party was there, she would never let herself get hurt.

Xia Shi hugged Kobayakawa Miyuki: "It looks like something went wrong with the power supply system, what happened?"

The same shouts and inquiries came from outside the door, and after a while someone responded: "There is a problem with the transformer!"

"What's wrong with the transformer?"

"It is said that there was a conflict between the two violent gangs in front of the station when they were looking for people, and the transformer was damaged."

"Damn it, these guys... how long will this kind of life last? It's just an ordinary kidnapping case."

"That's right, those who didn't know thought it was the blue-eyed Maharaja's daughter who disappeared!"

"Shh! Don't say such things!"

The lights flickered a few times and came back on again. The Modong Department has its own backup power supply, and the city power with a damaged transformer can only wait for follow-up repairs.

Miyuki Kobayakawa blushed, it wasn't the first time she was hugged by Xia Shi, but it was definitely the first time in this posture.

Her head was resting on Xia Shi's heart at the moment, she looked as cute as a little bird.

The colleagues who passed by didn't react, they walked a few steps and then suddenly came back to their senses, and walked back showing a surprised expression.

Natsumi Tsujimoto didn't feel anything, but Miyuki Kobayakawa quickly made a silent gesture.

Seeing the shy appearance of the other party, Aoi Futaba, who said she was a man but was actually more gentle and feminine than anyone else, couldn't help laughing.

"Ah la la... it's really enviable..."

"I, I just want to get out the sushi from the previous party."

"Sushi? I want to eat I want to-"

"..."

"It seems that Miss Xia Shi is still as puzzled as ever."

"I—huh?"

Natsumi Tsujimoto moved his ears and turned his head to look out the window.

The sound of the huge convoy brought Miyuki Kobayakawa back to her senses, and many colleagues around her were also alarmed by the battle.

"Whose car is this?"

"Isn't this specification the previous team of the Sumitomo Zaibatsu? It seems that Ms. Ai is using it."

"Why is she here..."

In the night wind, the vehicle in the middle stopped, and a girl wearing Zhaojun's cloak, like a burning flame, stepped out of the vehicle.

As if aware of the gaze, she looked up towards the office building, and happened to meet the duo of Miyuki Kobayakawa and Natsumi Tsujimoto.

The girl showed a faint smile, generous and decent, she looked like a visiting friend.

But Miyuki Kobayakawa seemed to see some huge phantom, raising her head little by little from behind the opponent.

"...she's angry."

"what?"

……

……

"There's nothing to be angry about, I'm not, really."

"But it was clearly just a kidnapping case, but it turned into a large-scale crackdown on gangsters and even the internal cleaning of the Metropolitan Police Department. What is this?"

"These things already exist. When you use all means and dig at any cost, you will definitely touch them."

"But does this have anything to do with our saving lives?"

"Wicked people each have their own evil, but the evil results are all the same, harming the lives and property of innocent people."

Alia walked in the corridor of the Modong Office, striding forward, with her cloak fluttering back.

"If you only solve the problems that have been raised, but not the people who raised them, how can you solve the root cause?"

"But if this is the case, the trouble will be too big, will the impact be bad? I always feel that the Metropolitan Police Department has begun to shrink its strength."

"The enemy decides when the war begins and when it ends - we decide!"

As the largest branch office under the Metropolitan Police Department, the Modong Department has tall buildings and deep corridors, and hundreds of people are working overtime in the middle of the night.

Aliya walked in with people, not as if she came to report the crime and ask for assistance, but as if she came to inspect.

"Miss Ai—"

The head of the transportation section of the Modong Department knew the intention of the other party's visit, so he came down early to greet him: "Please come with us."

Aliya nodded and followed behind the other party, while An Lele looked around vigilantly.

After she was convinced that there was a huge black industry network covering the giant white tower and the Metropolitan Police Department, she looked at everyone with a bit of suspicion.

Based on the kidnapping case alone, Alia is indeed a victim, and it makes sense to go anywhere.

But if you have to cut the grass and root it out, and put these things on the record, then Alia is the one who picks things up.

I don't know how many people started to be woken up in the middle of the night, and then secretly hated this guy who didn't follow the rules and directly flipped the table.

Of course, they may hate Goku Fujita, Kuroda and the like more, but aren't those little people they can handle easily...

Aliya walked into the new search headquarters, and the signs posted at the door were all just printed out, with a date written on them, and then the words "assistance in kidnapping cases".

"Miss Ai, the Wangan Line cannot be closed. I hope you can understand this."

As a section of the Tokyo Metropolitan High Ring Road, the Wangan Line is equivalent to completely cutting off the main artery.

Aliya said in her heart that you can do it. You blocked the way for the unlucky guy who was so excited to carry the coffin.

Before that, the officials who swore to spread the book on the Internet never blocked roads, never competed with the people for profit, and only cared about the office workers.

But of course this is a joke, Aliya herself has a hundred ways to completely block the Capital High.

It's just a matter of a few cars - but it's really not necessary - then the other party won't dare to come.

"I want to fish them out in the shortest possible time, so please try to act as incompetent as possible and make them tempted for a ransom of [-] million dollars."

Alia's words made the head of the traffic department of the Modong Department a little bit confused. Don't they usually make the Metropolitan Police Department work harder?

An Lele nodded at the side: "As long as they come out, we have a way to catch them, but the movement may be a bit loud."

"... How old is it?"

"We got two helicopters to surround Qiufeng Bridge together, unless the other party jumps into the sea—or doesn't come."

If you want to run away with [-] million US dollars in cash, and there are tens of millions of real gold in it, the other party may not be able to jump into the sea.

And didn't the Metropolitan Police Department dispatch a mobile team at sea to arm it?If you want to come to the opponent, even if you jump into the sea, you can catch it.

It's like using a lot of bait to make nests when fishing. They have their lives to take Alia's money, but they don't have their lives to spend it.

"This, we will try our best to cooperate."

The head of the traffic section pointed to a line on the map: "Our idea is that if the other party enters from this ring road, after passing the Qiufeng Bridge, there is only one exit from the expressway at 22 kilometers, and both sides are symmetrical. , we will deploy our defenses in the middle."

If coupled with the helicopter watching from the sky, no matter how the other party thinks, it will be impossible to escape.

"Is this a tunnel?" Aliya pointed to a long area after coming out of the Qiufeng Bridge.

"Yes, this is the Xiliu Tunnel, a long tunnel with a total length of about 500 meters."

Arya squinted her eyes at the tunnel, then nodded after a moment.

"The money has already been escorted, is your defense starting now?"

"Ah—we've already set up our defenses. If necessary, we can send more people over there."

"Miyuki Kobayakawa and Natsumi Tsujimoto, I trust these two inspectors, please let them participate in the defense."

It must be impossible to say that the other party has no experience or preparation to do things on the Gaowan shoreline of the capital.

These two Overlord Flowers probably appeared for this possible plot, like a gun in the first act, which is about to go off in the third act.

"Where are they now?"

"It should be over there in the maintenance warehouse."

"Standard? Change the car?" Aliya seemed to remember something: "Your traffic department, what is the record for the fastest speeding offender caught on the Wangan Line? Can you break out of your encirclement?"

"I am very impressed with this. The fastest record holder has always been a red GT-R R34, which can maintain an average speed of more than 1 kilometers per hour on the winding C200, and can pass before the Xiaguan Tunnel. The straight-line area breaks through 300... But if the encirclement is encircled, the opponent should not be able to escape, unless the opponent wants to crash to death before the intercepting pier."

"... Lele."

"Ok?"

"Have you got your driver's license yet?"

"I haven't taken the exam yet—what's the matter?"

"Coincidentally, I didn't take the exam either."

"……what?"

186-"Dark Cross Road · Middle"

When Mrs. Lu woke up, she saw a strange ceiling.

Oh no, it's an unfamiliar roof.

This is... the roof of a van, right?

With such a familiar thought in mind, Mrs. Lu, who also helped the factory to transport and load goods back then, was in a daze and came back to her senses.

wrong!I'm not running a sports car - what's wrong with me? !

She struggled subconsciously, and immediately realized that something was wrong, her hands and feet were tied to death with bandages.

And it was a very professional way of tying her up, tying her tightly like a cargo.

She wanted to struggle, but she could only squirm on the ground like a caterpillar, without any room for exertion.

After struggling for a few minutes, the helpless Mrs. Lu began to look around, trying to see what the situation was.

In the back of a van?And the lights were on, and there were some daily necessities scattered around, as well as stacks of clothes.

Before I thought about it, someone should have lived in it, just like a caravan.

Of course, it is not as good as the small RV for traveling in a RV.

It's more like a sports car with luggage, or a semi-nomadic job, switching to different farm grower areas as helpers or something according to the seasons.

The book still has these occupations?

Mrs. Lu sniffed the surroundings, and there was a vague smell of alcohol and a little smell of disinfectant.

But no one was seen, and the car seemed to be just parked, without the feeling of moving.

She looked back at the place where her feet were connected, but it was welded to a steel pipe in the car, and a harness was tied to the other end.

Even on the prairie, this kind of rope buckle would only be used when tying up the fiercest horses.

The more I struggled, the tighter the grip became, and I couldn't break free with brute force—where did these guys come from?

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Lu began to try to bend her body, and viciously bit a piece of drooping clothes not far away.

It doesn't matter what it is, give me some messy things and come here!

There was a bit of flopping, being dragged by clothes and tripping over things around, but nothing sharp enough to break free.