The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

boom!

Under Takagi Shepherd's completely dumbfounded eyes, the noisy world suddenly became quiet.

"Don't be led into Takagi by the sophistry of this kind of person. We are not omniscient and omnipotent gods. In the face of endless criminals, the only thing we can do is to do our best to have a clear conscience."

Yamashita Atsuto, who knocked Sawaki fair in one step, took out a tissue on the table to wipe his hands, and warned word by word: "In the end, what we can protect is the sky that we can touch with our hands.

That's all. "

Manpower is sometimes poor.

The world that can be grasped with both hands is within the reach of one's ability.

This is the creed of Akatsuki Yamashita.

He is not a saint, he is just a vulgar person, a vulgar double standard dog.

And a perverted serial killer happened to be within his double-standard range.

"Okay, case closed."

Chapter 350 Come on!effort!Work harder!

"Last night, the Tokyo police defused a bomb enough to blow up the entire ship from a sea restaurant. While saving hundreds of lives, they also arrested the well-known sommelier Sawaki who planted the bomb here.

According to insiders, it was the well-known criminal policeman Atsuto Yamashita who had just returned to the front line to direct the police operation.Not only that, the Yamashita Police Department spent less than 24 hours from the initiation of the case to the conclusion of the case. Such efficient work efficiency is really unimaginable.

Since the Yamashita Police Department entered the Metropolitan Police Department, the security situation in Tokyo has obviously been greatly improved.We look forward to..."

On the TV screen, the new hostess who replaced Rena Mizumue as the morning news at [-] o'clock was still smiling and praising the celebrities in the news release, counting the number of cases that the Tokyo police have cracked recently , Looking forward to a bright new future;

On the big soft bed, Atsuto Yamashita, the elite police department of the Metropolitan Police Department, was still sleeping soundly, lying on his back in the shape of a font. No matter how loud the news hostess' voice was, there was no sign of waking up.

"Turen, get up, it's already past 40:[-]. If you don't get up again, you will be late again."

There were drops of water on Shengxue's skin that hadn't been wiped dry, and the long black hair without the scarf was flowing down like a waterfall, with the ends reaching his waist.

The girl who came out of the bathroom opened the door and walked in, walked to the wardrobe and reminded helplessly.

"I'm not...not late...huh..."

The indistinct murmur made Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who opened the door of the closet, turn his head and take a look. The man who was lying on his back turned over at some point and lay on the bed instead.His arms were stretched up and down, and there were stockings on his knees that made the girl blush instantly.

"I don't know how to be ashamed, and I don't know where to find so many new tricks."

Putting on her underwear and taking out her school uniform, the girl whispered something provocative, but the two blushes on her delicate face could not be eliminated.

Snapped!

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassing Kasumigaoka Shiyu stretched out her hand and slapped her fiancé's ass after getting dressed. The latter woke up suddenly and opened his sleepy eyes: "Shiyu, what are you doing?"

"Get up, don't sleep in anymore."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu put her hands on her hips, closed her eyes and turned her head away, trying not to let her eyes fall on the game controller.

This early in the morning, she didn't want to experience the ethereal feeling of flying through the clouds and fog last night again, otherwise she would definitely not be in the mood to go to school to code words today.

She also had to write about her psychological activities in Osaka at that time and hand it over to the crew of "Shooting Skyscrapers", so that the heroine Yoko Okino can contribute more exciting and realistic acting skills on the screen.

Those who have received the money cannot delay.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu is a conscientious writer and a conscientious person.

"No, no, I'll sleep for a while, now no one will catch me being late, my rights have evolved."

Taking advantage of the situation, the man wrapped the quilt around his body and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

His waists are not made of iron, and the energy that wasted still needs to be replenished through adequate rest.Last night, I made up for the public rations that I hadn't paid in the past few months since I was hospitalized. I was very tired.

"........."

With her closed right eye quietly narrowed, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu secretly looked at her fiancé who was starting to catch up on sleep again, the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably, and she laughed out loud.

The smile is beautiful and the laughter is sweet.

She more or less guessed what was going on.

Sure enough, learning karate and exercising with the teacher during this period of time is effective, and the effect is very obvious.

Judging from last night's performance, she should have almost reached the limit of her fiancé.

If this goes on like this and continues to exercise, the day when you can completely crush Atsuto Yamashita and flirt with him should not be far away!

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu clenched her little fist, and secretly cheered herself up in her heart: [Come on Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, work harder and you will win!You can fight back! 】

Come on!

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who has great ambitions and lofty aspirations, is full of confidence!

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"It's good to have confidence. But if you have too much confidence, you're overreaching, Chianti."

Winery, virtual shooting training base.

With his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, Gin was smoking a cigarette in his mouth, staring coldly at the woman standing on the elevated platform not far away, his tone full of disdain.

The virtual score screen showed the woman's best so far in recovery: 250 yards.

"Shut up, Gin."

boom--

"what!"

A shot was fired, and the pain accumulated in the shoulder finally defeated the sweating Chianti.

With a cry of pain, the woman slumped powerlessly on the high platform, her legs crooked into a figure eight.

"The doctor said that you can no longer hold a Chianti sniper rifle. This is why the organization arranged for you to be transferred to a civilian job." Vodka, who was wearing a pair of sunglasses no matter where he was, glanced at the boss's frosty cheeks, Hastily made a sound to smooth things over.

"I know my own physical condition, so I don't need you two to worry about it."

Chianti, who was sitting with his legs bent, turned his head and looked down at the shoulder blades that had been injured, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Cohen was dead, and so was Calvados.

They were all killed by the same organization.

Chianti was not reconciled, she wanted revenge.

No, it should be said that she must take revenge.

Revenge on that mysterious M78, on that mysterious Max.

Therefore, she must find her marksmanship back, absolutely.

Gritting her teeth, Chianti touched her love gun with her right hand again. She felt that it carried the hope of avenging her best friend and herself.

[Come on, work harder, you can do it, you can do it. 】

"Stupid woman."

Gin Jiu, a practitioner of the 996 winery, snorted coldly, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out.

"If you don't put a limit in front of this sentence, I will wonder if you are taking the opportunity to criticize Huai, Gin."

Belmode, who was leaning on the guardrail at the high platform of the exit, was wearing a brown lady's small suit, and his heroic appearance made Vodka's eyes shine.

I'm afraid of returning home, but this woman is really beautiful and attractive.

Even a simple person like Vodka had fantasized about it when he first joined the organization.

"Don't doubt it, Belmode."

Gin, who put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the exit, passed by Belmod, his eyes were so cold that there was no emotion at all.

"It's really heartless, Qinjiu."

Watching the back of the white-haired man leaving with his younger brother, Belmode's eyes were full of amusement from the beginning to the end: "Chianti, this is the physical maintenance information you need. However, I need to remind you that M78 is not Easy to deal with."

"I know, thanks, Belmode."

Although he was dissatisfied with Belmode's frequent use of Calvados, Chianti, who asked her for her, finally suppressed his unhappiness.

"No, it should."

Belmode, with his arms on the guardrail, smiled mysteriously, his eyes flickered, thoughtful: "I'm looking forward to your performance."

She was really curious whether Chianti's body could really be partially restored by the [Silver Bullet] subspecies potion.

And, she was even more curious about what Atsuto Yamashita's silver bullet could do.

"Ah!"

Atsushi Yamashita, who came to the cafeteria to eat lunch at the time of meal, sneezed, rubbed his nose and showed displeasure: "Which turtle bastard is cursing me behind my back?"

Chapter 350 FBI WARING

"Yamashita, what are you doing? Why do you look listless today?"

Gao Mushe, who sat down in front of Toshito Yamashita with his lunch, couldn't help asking curiously when he saw his friend's sleepiness that he couldn't stop eating.

This is not right.

In the past, the people from Shanshita dozed off at most when they were going to work, and when it was time for meals or when they were off work, they were full of vigor and vitality. 】

But it's okay to not see him coming to work this morning as a rule, and he's so listless even at lunch time?

"Ah~~"

Yawning lazily, the tired Yamashita Toruto opened his mouth weakly to eat: "Last night I worked overtime too late, I was sleepy."

"You had an overtime class last night. After the interrogation, Takagi and I took it away and dealt with it." Miwako Sato, who walked up to Takagi with lunch and best friend Yumi Miyamoto and sat down next to Takagi, couldn't help turning over Roll eyes.

"The overtime work Yamashita talks about is different from the overtime work you understand. He is not that serious." The old driver Ren Saburo Shiratori sat calmly opposite Miwako Sato, and glanced at the scrambled eggs with leeks on Yamashita Atsutoshi's dinner plate , There is no lack of resentment in the words.

"Eh?"

The stupid Takagi and the simple Sato blinked, and then understood in seconds.

Immediately, the look in the eyes of Tokto Yamashita was very playful.

"Shut your mouth, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb, and you are almost 30, a single dog without a girlfriend."