The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Atsuto Yamashita, with a lollipop in his mouth, looked at ease.

With Gin's cleverness, he will definitely find out that there is something wrong with the e-mail he sent by pretending to be Takuo Itakura.

【Come on, gin, I'm short of money to buy milk powder for an unborn child. 】

Atsuto Yamashita, who had completely forgotten the promise of "no more attacks on gin trucks", felt very sad.

A manly man spit on a nail, but it's not easy to support a family.

I hope that Qinjiu can understand him and appreciate his good intentions.

Chapter 230 Gin: Ah, Shirley

"The time has come, hasn't the man come yet?"

Tokyo, Rice Flower Town, Kanbashi Station.

Vodka, who was pacing in front of the [Construction] tablet, confirmed it to his companions who were ambushing around him through the headset.

"No, there is no Itakura Zhuo's car on the road, and I haven't seen him."

There are few vehicles on the road at 03:30 in the morning, not to mention that Xianqiao Station is still under construction, so there will not be many people here.

Whether Itakura Zhuo has arrived at the winery, the members can naturally see at a glance.

"strangeness."

"Could it be that……?!"

Vodka, who hung up the communication, seemed to think of something, took out a flashlight and rushed directly into the basement of the station.

He suspected that the target had already arrived.

"The vodka is in the basement."

In the distance of Kanabashi Station, Miyano Shiho, who was leaning against a big tree to hide his figure, adjusted the observation distance of the tracking glasses, and reported the latest movement of the target to Atsuto Yamashita.

"At 03:30 in the morning, are all the people in your winery so punctual?" Atsuto Yamashita, who looked at the time, patted his butt and stood up, looking at the destination under the starry sky.

Miyano Shiho didn't speak.

After realizing that he was bored, Shan Xia felt that it would be better for Cheng Shi, at least he wouldn't be so cold-hearted: "Cheng Shi, pay attention, it's almost time to start working."

The hunter hidden in the dark is about to start closing the net, but the doctor who is supposed to cure the disease and save the patient has now become a poisoner who can kill people.

Asahi, who had already ambushed, held the bullet in his hand, held his breath, and was always ready to shoot: "ok."

"Then, remember to report at any time, Haibara—no, Miyano Shiho."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was carrying a car dismantling toolkit, waved to the woman who was obviously getting nervous, and turned to leave.

"........."

"call……"

【You can, you can Shiho. 】

[For my sister, you can definitely do it. 】

After several deep breaths, Miyano Shiho opened his eyes.In the silent bushes, he adjusted the sight distance of the tracking glasses.

Three minutes later, she saw the familiar Porsche 3A.

【Gin... Gin...】

【It's gin...】

【coming……】

【he came……】

Miyano Shiho was so nervous that his facial features were almost out of shape, and his suddenly constricted pupils confirmed Gin's position in her heart: "He is here, Gin is here, you two be careful!"

The low growl suppressed the volume, and the trembling voice was enough to show Miyano Shiho's state of mind at the moment.

"Very well, remember to inform us when he also walks into the basement, and then you can come and dismantle the car."

Atsuto Yamashita glanced at the tool bag he was carrying, and his smile gradually became unrestrained:

【Ah~Gin~】

【I miss you~】

Inexplicably, an ominous premonition surged in the heart of Gin Jiu who had just parked the car.

This is his intuition.

"The vodka idiot."

The sound of the bullet being loaded was especially crisp in the lonely night, and the blond Gin got out of the car and walked in the frost and snow.

He also didn't think about it, how could Itakura Takuo, who has had repeated heart problems many times, could send and receive emails in the Gunma villa where there was a blizzard tonight.

Also strangely advanced the pick-up time.

Due to the professionalism of a top killer, Gin Jiu sensed something was wrong.

It was precisely because of this that he came here on purpose.

He has already checked the surroundings of Xianqiao Station. Except for the members of the organization, there are no policemen and those annoying FBI and CIA.

The only place that could go wrong is the trading place mentioned in the contact email-the coin-operated locker area in the basement of Kanqiao Station.

"Attention, the gin is down."

Seeing Gin enter the station as Atsuto Yamashita expected, Miyano Shiho, holding his breath, immediately reminded him.

"learn."

Asahi, who had been hiding for a long time, was the first to respond.

call out!

shhhhhh!

The eyes under the mask were extremely sharp, and the four projectiles fired in a row exploded with lightning speed, and a colorless and odorless mist instantly enveloped the group that was 800 meters away from him.

"Do not--"

By the time the members of the water plant reacted, it was already too late.

The gas inhaled into their bodies was enough to make them unconscious in an instant.

hum!

Miyano Shiho, who arrived by car, also wore a mask on his face, and drove Asao, who had succeeded in the surprise attack, to Kanabashi Station.

"Tsk, gin is too cautious, isn't it? It's just a battery, what about it?"

At this time, Atsuto Yamashita, who had cleaned up the purchase channels, had already fiddled with the cover of the Porsche 356A, looked at the battery that was almost welded to death in the car, shook his head and sighed.

The world is going downhill, and people's hearts are immortal.

There is no trust at all between people, really.

"Life isn't easy."

In such a short time, the gin may come up again at any time, and trying to pry the battery away without damaging the car is tantamount to nonsense.

"What's the matter, Yamashita?"

Aso Shi, who hurried over with Miyano Shiho, looked at his sighing friend and asked in doubt.

"Ahem, it's nothing. Well, Ms. Miyano, do you want to try dismantling his fan speed detector? This thing is easier to dismantle than the battery at present, suitable for you as a novice."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was carrying a wrench, coughed twice, and handed over the choice to Miyano Shiho.

"Suitable...for me?"

Miyano Shiho blinked, looked at the Porsche 356A that was almost equal to his nightmare, and gradually clenched his fists.

"Chengshi, let's disassemble it together. I'll go and put a small gift on the vodka car, and see if I can catch any fish."

Time was limited, Atsuto Yamashita was afraid that Miyano Shiho would be too late alone, so he found a helper for her.

Miyano Shiho and Aso, who were holding tools, looked at each other honestly.

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

"Nothing, brother, it seems that you are worrying too much. Itakura Zhuo should be afraid that we will solve the transaction after the transaction is completed, so he will advance the transaction time."

"I guess, he should have put his things here long ago, and then flew away with the check we gave him earlier."

Basement, coin storage locker area.

Vodka, who was holding the disc, looked at the elder brother who had retracted the gun, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Gin still felt something was wrong instinctively, but he still couldn't tell what was wrong.

"However, it doesn't hurt to let him run away temporarily. Our people have been watching the money on that check. As long as Itakura Takuo dares to use his position, it will be exposed. It will be the same if he is killed at that time."

Vodka, who had put away the CD, sneered, obviously scoffing at Takuo Itakura's innocence.

"Let's go."

Gin, who lowered the brim of his hat, didn't say much, but walked out of the basement of the station with vodka.

Under the snowy night sky, his beloved Porsche 356A was quietly parked there waiting for him.

【Um? 】

【wrong. 】

[Someone has come in. 】

Gin, who just opened the car door, frowned, realizing something was wrong.

The position of the objects placed on his car has changed.

"Brother, I'll drive my car away first, and leave it there—"

boom!

The scorching gunshot made cold sweat flow from the forehead of Vodka who had just lifted his foot: "Big...Big Brother...?"

"Someone came."