The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"I'm helping you find inspiration, how can it be called exposing chaos."

Atsuto Yamashita turned on the turn signal and drove the car to Mihua Town: "The great Da Vinci once said that the hormonal passionate collision between men and women can stimulate the artist's cerebral cortex to the greatest extent, so that people can achieve difficult things. The refreshment and inspiration of words.” X

"...the last time you said that was Michelangelo."

"......Ahem, it's all the same, the same." The man coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Let's not talk about this Shi Yu, if you find anything unusual in the past few days, remember to contact me immediately, understand?"

"...I see, you be careful." The clever Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu naturally understood what this sentence meant.

"Well, you give the phone to Shimizu Yahengko now, I have something to tell her."

That woman who can make him feel a little dangerous is more or less a guarantee.

"Miss Mihengko."

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't worry about whoever told you to take Xiangyu and Sayuri out of the safe house before you receive my call, even if it's Matsumoto Kiyoshi. Do you understand?"

"So, you came to me just for dinner?"

Rice Flower Town, Aso Clinic.

Asahi looked at his friend who was sweeping the dining table, the corner of his mouth twitched unknowingly. x

"It's better to come early than to come here. Who made your house so big? I went back and forth to check the upper and lower floors five or six times."

The man who devoured the food was slurred because he was still chewing on the meat.

"Fart! Just pretend I didn't see it." Asahi retorted unceremoniously.

Just check a bomb, go back and forth six times.

The behavior of obviously delaying time, is it really as if he witnessed it?

Or just fancy his dinner.

When the fiancee went to the safe house, she thought of him as a fool.Oh, plastic friendship.

"Don't pay attention to these details." Atsuto Yamashita held a toothpick and pretended to be satisfied after eating and drinking.

"You seem to be very relaxed. Is there a clue to the serial bombing?"

No. "

"Then you are still so leisurely?" Asahi paused when he put away the plate.

"Both the public security and the Metropolitan Police Department are reporting the whereabouts of the seven mercenaries. Now I can only wait for the results."

Toshita Yamashita sighed, his tone quite helpless.

The information Matsumoto gave was the records of missions performed by the mercenary regiment. At most, this could only give him an understanding of Seto Kenichi's individual combat capabilities, and it could not give any real insight into the case. Sexual help.

"[Michael], Japanese, whose real name is unknown. He is good at karate, Brazilian mulberry, Chinese boxing and other fighting arts. He was on a mission...to kill [-] elite soldiers with guns with his bare hands? Look at Yamashita Asahi was stunned by the information thrown by Tu Ren: "Are you sure this isn't a movie?"

"Probably not. This is the information Matsumoto Kiyomachi got from Interpol through his connections." Yamashita Atsuto's face was also very serious. )

Among all the cases and all the prisoners he has encountered, there is one and only this [Michael] has such strong personal force.

He was discovered by the enemy on the way to carry out the mission, and when the bullets ran out and the dagger was lost, he killed [-] elite soldiers who had been trained with his bare hands and broke out of the encirclement.

It was the elite of the Special Forces who were armed with weapons.Even now, he might not be able to do it. x

The special forces who hang out in the Middle East are not those stinky fish and rotten shrimps in the Japanese Self-Defense Forces.

A murderous maniac with top-notch personal force like this is the opponent that Atsuto Yamashita doesn't want to meet the last time.

"Not the slightest clue?"

"No, but I think there must be some kind of connection between these two explosion locations, otherwise he wouldn't have to provoke the Metropolitan Police Department one after another."

Atsuto Yamashita shook his head and spread the marked map of Tokyo on the dining table.

"I can't tell." After thinking about the map for a while, Aso finally chose to give up.

However, according to the law of this series of explosions, doesn’t it mean that there will be explosions tomorrow?” Seeing the explosion time marked with a red pen on the map, Asahi suddenly thought of a possibility.

"...Mmm." Atsuto Yamashita's face was ugly.

Judging from the law, there should be an explosion tomorrow.Because the police can't catch any clues at all.Even if there is a hint of possibility.

According to the news from Shiratori, none of his friends and classmates found a bomb in their homes, and they had no contact with strangers in the past ten days.

Asahi really opened his mouth, but swallowed the words again.

The next day, until after noon, none of the policemen in the Metropolitan Police Department received any notification of the explosion.

The time conjecture that Kazami Yuya put forward in the conference room yesterday was directly torn to pieces by reality.

"It's almost 12:30, and there's still no news."

"Did the criminal stop?"

Shiratori Ren Sanlang frowned, subconsciously turned his gaze to Shanshi who was sitting in a chair and going to have lunch.

"Maybe it's waiting."

Atsuto Yamashita put down his lunch box and looked at the time.