The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"It seems that he is really a worry-free guy, Gin Jiu."

Belmode scanned the content on the card, and flew the card back to Gin: "It looks like your hair will turn gray again."

"It's probably not as simple as just a few white strands, maybe Gin just went to dye his hair silvery white."

In the black Chevrolet on the Kyoto Expressway, Atsuto Yamashita was reclining on the back seat, laughing out loud with a lollipop he had just opened in his mouth.

Miyano Shiho, who had just removed the fan of the gin car, was still sitting in the co-pilot seat calming down, and the driver, Aso Shishi, stepped on the accelerator again: "Honestly, Yamashita, are you being too ruthless?"

"Damn it, the 86 that I have been with for so many years is gone, I have a good conscience for not blowing up the Gin Porsche." Atsuto Yamashita rolled his eyes and cursed at the car thief.

"Are you sure you don't keep the Porsche for recycling?" Asahi cast a suspicious look.

"I can't take advantage of it anymore. Honest people will lose their temper if they keep pulling wool over and over again. This will most likely be the last time, alas."

The people at the foot of the mountain sighed deeply.

If only he knew where the distillery den was.

This gin must be angry now, and Porsche will take it for a major repair later, and it may not be favored by gin after leaving the factory.

"However, for my children's future tuition fees, living expenses, money for buying a house, money for marriage, money for raising children and money for burial, this work still needs to be done."

"Miyano, you should have enjoyed the treatment of a private jet before, right? Where is the landing pad of your winery usually? It's only within Japan."

Miyano Shiho was stunned.

Asahi was also stunned.

Only Atsushi Yamashita was still laughing.

"You pulled me into this plan so that I would no longer be afraid of the organization and the gin. That's the purpose."

Miyano Shiho, who quickly reacted, turned his head, and his eyes full of deep meaning made Yamashita Atsuto start to pretend to be dead: "Ah? Really? Why don't I know?"

"As usual, the helicopter gets four or six points." This is the answer given by Asahi who is driving.

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The next day, the winery dens.

Belmode was sorting out the relevant information he had collected, but when he turned around, he encountered a familiar yet unfamiliar figure who pushed open the door of the villa.

I say he is familiar because that face is gin;

He is said to be unfamiliar because that flowing blond hair has already been dyed the silvery white of frost and snow.

"Gin... you?"

"Bermod, I don't care what you found. This time, I won't be used to your mysticism, understand?"

The silver-haired man with cold eyes looked down at the blond woman with a flash of astonishment in his eyes.

"Hmph, why, was that woman Xue Li's car stolen once, did your mentality explode?"

After a flash of astonishment, there was Belmode's iconic mysterious smile: "It's a pity, I will miss your blond hair."

"Nothing to do with you."

Belmode shrugged noncommittally, and passed the silver-haired gin.

In the end, the gin turned his head white, and his blond hair was no longer smooth and soft.

Chapter 230 Two Files About Mori Kogoro

"Big... big brother, Belmode, she...?"

Before the driver of the new car had time to enter the villa, the door was pushed open by Belmode, who was wearing a helmet.

The roaring locomotive flew away, and Vodka's eyes were blank.

He didn't know what happened.

He only remembered that before he came, his elder brother said that Belmode would hand over all the information about Shirley, M78, and Haidong Dashu that he had found so far.

But as soon as the big brother went in, Belmode came out with his clothes on?

The speed is too fast.

Or is it that the price has not been negotiated?

"Don't worry about her."

In the living room, Gin, who asked a hairdresser to dye his blond hair into silver, had an ugly face.

This damned mysticism.

He really hated a mystic like Belmode who didn't say anything, but he couldn't do anything about it.

In terms of rank, this woman is no lower than him.What's more, there is the favor and blessing of that adult, who can be said to be lawless compared to others within the organization.

"What happened to what I asked you to investigate?"

The cold-faced gin made Vodka feel intimidated, and the latter shrank his neck, and hurriedly revealed the result: "Everything is as you expected, brother, there is indeed a Porsche 356A fan speed detector in the underground trading market. And..."

"And what?"

"Because the seller played the banner of [beautiful girl's family heirloom second-hand car accessories, guarantee that the genuine product will pay ten for the fake one], there are many people bidding."

???

A beautiful girl's family heirloom used car accessories?

Pay ten for a fake one?

Gin hovers frantically on the verge of depression and mania.

He felt shame—no, it should be humiliation.

The naked humiliation brought to him by that woman.

"Shirley..."

The deep voice full of murderous intent made Vodka shudder.

After working in the industry for so long, it was the first time he saw his elder brother Gin Jiu so angry.

He had never seen Gin so angry before when he was defeated by the head of Tiandao, the battery was stolen by Haidong Dashu, the car was stolen by Haidong Dashu, and even Cohen was shot in the head by Max and smashed his Chianti shoulder blades.

why?

Is it because of Shirley?

Vodka didn't understand, but he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to ask.

He was afraid that if he asked, his head would be hit by gin on the table.

There is no doubt that a cranky Gin can do such a thing.

Belmode pretended to be a bartender in the bar before, which annoyed him, so he just reached out and hit the head with an ice pick.

No matter whether it is for its own people or outsiders, Qin Jiu treats everyone equally, and never favors any side.

Very real.

"What about the seller's real information?"

"It's still a secret."

Vodka lowered his head even deeper.

The underground world has the rules and operating rules of the underground world, even organizations as strong as theirs would not dare to challenge the entire underground world at the risk of overturning the rules.

Keeping customer information confidential is the iron rule of the black market auction market.

Once this rule is broken, the consequences can be imagined.

Not to mention, now no one knows whether the registration information of that Haidong Dashu was randomly grabbed or not.

Organizations cannot take this risk.

"It's Rum's order, brother."

Gin Jiu removed the gun in his hand, and his expressionless face made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

[So, what are you going to do, Gin? 】

At the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, Belmode, disguised as a policeman, pressed the hat on his head, with a hint of anticipation in his heart.

Shirley, the woman who used to be terrified of gin, actually dismantled his Porsche 356A by herself, and threw the stolen parts on the black market, grandiosely putting up the label of "family handed down boutique second-hand car, fake one pays ten" Make a sale.

This was something Belmode never thought of.

I have to say, he is very bold and has a gin mentality.

Anyway, if it were her own words, she would definitely be furious.

In particular, Shirley is still the woman she hates the most, not one of them.

"Let me go! Please let me go!"

"Sorry, there is an urgent case, I am really sorry to bump into you!"

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, Belmode saw a combination of tall and short fat and thin fairies rushing out of the elevator and heading straight for the gate.

"The Megure Police Department is still so busy."

"Is this the first time Takagi-kun has rushed out in such a hurry today?"

"Who knows, I haven't counted it, there are really too many cases in the investigation section..."

The rustling discussions in his ears made Belmode cast a sympathetic look at Mu Mushisan and Takagi Shinobi who passed by him.

It's really miserable to be a policeman in the first search section in Tokyo.

Just the number of files in her hands about the cases solved by the famous detective Mori Kogoro is enough to overturn ordinary people's perception of the police.

This is the number after the well-known criminal police officer Yamashita Atsuto helped share part of the case.

If there is no Yamashita Tokto, that scene... tsk tsk.

[The location of Mori Kogoro's dossier, I remember it should be this area. 】

Along the way, Belmode, who deliberately obscured his appearance by using blind spots and a police cap, got into the file room where there was no one around, and put all the files in his arms back where they should be.

Then, he lowered the brim of his hat, turned and left, and went straight to his secret stronghold.