Please make money.

The director turned around and stood in front of Inspector Odagiri, preventing him from entering.

"So you mean to embarrass me?"

Superintendent Odagiri lifted his coat, put his hands on his hips, and the holster under his armpit was very conspicuous.

The way he was dressed, he definitely wasn't here to reminisce about the past. Both his movements and his eyes were very sharp.

"When I was a criminal patrol officer, you were a traffic policeman. When I was a superintendent, you were still a police inspector. When I became a superintendent, you became a superintendent."

As he spoke, Inspector Odagiri raised his finger and pointed at his badge, signaling the other party to take a closer look.

"I'm Odagiri Toshiro, the Chief Inspector of the Metropolitan Police Department, the Chief of the Criminal Division, and the Head of the Special Kidnapping Investigation Division!"

"..."

"So I'm not asking for your opinion - get out of the way!"

"But--"

"No buts. Until the transfer order from Xiaguan comes down or the Superintendent announces my transfer, I will still be your superior!"

When he was the chief of the First Investigation Division, the other party had worked under him, but had not achieved any achievements.

Later, he became the chief of the local police station, but it was only because of his relationship with a certain party that he was appointed.

You should know that there are a total of 102 police stations under the Metropolitan Police Department. 19 large-scale police stations such as Tsukiji, Shibuya, Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, Ueno, and Asakusa are all headed by superintendents, while the others are headed by superintendents.

In other words, even among the directors, the other party is not outstanding.

The Metropolitan Police Department has ten area headquarters, which are located between the headquarters and the local police stations and are responsible for cooperation with the local police stations and wide-area correspondence.

The chief rank of each department is Superintendent of Police, the first, fourth and eighth departments are Superintendents of Police, and the others are Senior Superintendents of Police.

Even if he, Odagiri Toshiro, is in the rank of superintendent, he is still the boss, two levels higher than the other party, and the one above him is the director.

So, under what circumstances could a mediocre superintendent dare to directly stop a high-ranking chief inspector and the third-in-command of the Metropolitan Police Department?

The answer seems to be self-evident...

"Where are the three kidnappers? We need to conduct an urgent interrogation."

"..."

"You're useless. I can just take over this police station. Do you have to work for them?"

"I just—I don't dare to offend anyone."

"Okay, I understand." Superintendent Odagiri took out his pistol and fired three shots into the air.

Then he waved his hand forward, signaling his men brought from the Metropolitan Police Department to rush in.

"The police station has been attacked. Support our colleagues. Where is your chief? Is he unconscious?"

The director's assistant looked at the director, then at Superintendent Odagiri, and finally lowered his head obediently.

"Our director had a car accident on the way here and is being rushed to the hospital for treatment."

"What an admirable spirit! Please make sure he receives good treatment and be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

Superintendent Odagiri put away his gun and said, "I used to work in Section 3. Do you remember what the gangs called me before I was called the Noble Prince?"

The director who was in the process of receiving treatment after a car accident seemed to be much more relaxed: "Of course I remember, Shinjuku's Lone Wolf, that really frightened those rats. It was obviously a bad name, but it had a deterrent effect that was well-known for a while."

"So who do you think is stronger, the fox or the wolf?"

"……Wolf."

"No, dragons are more powerful - lend me your brand name."

"famous brand?"

"The words of the superintendent are not quite appropriate, but the words of the police inspector are very reasonable."

……

……

What should an interrogation look like?

Chief Inspector Odagiri stood at the door of the interrogation room and waved his hand, signaling his men to go out.

"Turn off the surveillance." He said this and stood at the door and lit a cigarette, as if waiting for something.

After a long moment, just when the kidnapper inside was getting a little impatient, he walked in, took the cigarette down and put it to the other person's mouth.

"...Officer Sang, are you trying to induce a confession?"

The guy with broken arms and legs had been bandaged up like a mummy, but he was still disgustingly slick.

Superintendent Odagiri put the cigarette on the table and slapped him in the face.

“Pah—”

The slap was so powerful that the man's face tilted to one side.

After a long moment, the other party pursed his lips and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

The kidnapper just grinned grimly, his head hung, shoulders shaking, and he laughed with gritted teeth.

"You did a great job, but you can expect a lawsuit - I have nothing to fear now!"

His hands and feet were broken, and he was now in a completely helpless state.

Of course, Chief Inspector Odagiri knew that the other party had other reasons for being so weak.

"What are you doing?"

Superintendent Odagiri ignored the other party's threat and spoke in a low voice.

"...?"

He pulled the man's collar, lifted him up, and whispered to him close to his face.

"You idiots! Do you know how serious this matter is? Do you want to drag everyone down with you?"

"..."

The guy was stunned for a few seconds, and his eyes gradually became subtle.

Inspector Odagiri released him, gave him a rude push, and then looked at the bandages on his hands and feet with a mocking expression.

"But fortunately, you guys are still valuable."

As he said this, he kicked the opponent's broken leg hard. The broken wound almost instantly dyed the splint and bandage red.

"Ah-ah! Help! Help--"

"Stop shouting. No one can come to save you. You know the rules."

Inspector Odagiri picked up the cigarette again and handed it to the other party, and this time the other party did not refuse.

Only after making sure that no one came in to rescue him did his eyes change again and again, and he moved closer with trembling lips.

"After taking the blame, who will the money be given to?" Inspector Odagiri asked without raising his head, adjusting his cuffs.

"……I do not know what you're talking about."

"You three, take on all the responsibility tomorrow, and then commit suicide out of fear of punishment, understand?"

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

But this was like talking to a deaf person. Inspector Odagiri did not listen to him, but took out his own gun and slammed it on the table.

"I have already made arrangements with Kuroda. If you are sensible, you will get resettlement allowance. If not, you will have nothing."

"I—this—"

"What? You don't agree? What qualifications do you scum have to bargain?"

Superintendent Odagiri slapped him in the face with his backhand, and this time even the cigarette flew away.

"I gave you a chance, but you were caught by a group of violent gang members - they are now good citizens - you are kidnappers who have sneaked into the country! Who do you think you are! The only usefulness of you guys is this rotten life!"

"But, but that's not what you said before!"

"Before was before. I don't care what you said before. Is that what I talked about with you?"

"..."

"That Kuroda guy can't die, so you guys are the only ones left."

Superintendent Odagiri leaned over, pinched the other person's face and looked at him.

"Listen carefully! If you dare to talk nonsense, you will be dead!"

"..."

"Humph--"

After saying this, Inspector Odagiri showed no intention of negotiating any further with them and lit another cigarette.

"The resettlement allowance will be sent to your people over there. Be sensible and don't make things difficult for others."

After saying that, he turned and left, winking at the two subordinates guarding the door.

The latter two understood what he meant, unbuttoned their coats, turned up their sleeves and prepared to get to work.

One of them wiped the gun on the table with a handkerchief, then handed it to the other person by the barrel.

The other person held his shoulder, and then the two of them fiddled with it for a while and felt something was wrong.

"How can he shoot with his arm broken?"

"Tsk... Let's change the name and say he hid explosives."

"also."

Two guys with thick faces, who looked like they were not sure whether they were gangsters or police officers, put away their guns and started to prepare the scene.

The kidnapper was completely frightened by their posture, and finally believed it after watching their familiar movements.

"I, I'm still useful! I'm still useful!"

"Shut up, you scum, you are of no use anymore!"

They found a ball of paper and stuffed it into each other's mouths. Just as they were about to do something, someone poked his head in.

"Hey! Stop! The patrol is coming!"

"Tsk, why are you here at this time? Shouldn't it be tomorrow? It took so much effort to get the person back first."

"Maybe the kidnapping case was too big a deal. The other party demanded a ransom of 100 million US dollars. I heard that Miss Ai paid it all."

"Give it?"

"Yes, there was an explosion over at Qiufeng Bridge, and the ransom was taken away by a fire truck, and then it disappeared."

"Wow, you really have a lot of money...what are you doing messing around with!"

"Just take care of the situation, understand? I'll give your family a share of the money!"

"Sit down, sit down. Interrogate him... You know what to say and what not to say later!"

The kidnapper, whose mouth was blocked, opened his eyes wide but could not speak. He could only watch these guys interrogate him.

He kept glancing at the door on the side from the corner of his eye. In a trance, he saw several figures passing by on the glass bar of the door, as if they were looking inside.

The kidnapper twisted his body hard and fell to the ground. He struggled like a fish on the shore and shouted incoherently.

Then there was the subsequent chaos: the door was opened, some people came in, some asked what was going on, some argued, and were scolded.

Several minutes later, the man with the police chief name tag on his chest looked at the kidnapper with a serious face.

"What do you want to confess?"

“Mmm! Mmm--Puff…” After the paper ball was taken out, the kidnapper felt like he had escaped a disaster.

"I know who they are! I know where they are! I tell you—I tell you everything!"

"..."

……

……

"If that's the case, then what Kuroda wants to do is not to stir up a conflict between me and Miss Ai."

General Manager An He was kneeling beside the low table. In front of him was Prime Minister Lei who had been offline for a long time, and beside him was An He Yumiko who looked guilty.