Me dressed as a gin brother

Kusuda Kenji laughed, "Of course I have strength. There are many people. I told them to come to the Metropolitan Police Department on May [-]rd, otherwise the bombs strapped to them would explode halfway. It is useless for you to go now."

"Really?" Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at Kusuda Kenji, "Officer Megure, please have someone transport the first-degree criminal Mitsuhashi directly to the Metropolitan Police Department, tie his hands and feet, and don't have pens and ties on his body. Clamp, remove all metal products before touching the prisoner. Bring him here, don't give him a chance."

The young man paused for a while, and then said, "Tie up Kenji Kusuda and lock him up with that first-degree criminal."

All first-degree criminals have high IQs, and their power to stimulate people with words is extraordinary. Kusuda Kenji was imprisoned simply to give a little color to the prisoners who speak out.

Kurosawa Hideaki raised the corners of his mouth, since victims would come to the police station on the [-]rd, it would be useless to think about those bombs now.

What should be thought about is—why number three?

Judging from Kusuda Kenji's purpose of committing the crime, No. [-] caused a riot, which made it difficult for the Metropolitan Police Department to allocate manpower to observe other places, so that the organization can achieve its goal.

What is the purpose of organizing?

To cause riots in the Metropolitan Police Department, their purpose will only be greater.

"Are there any political activities planned on May [-]rd?" Kurosawa Hideaki asked unexpectedly.

Police officer Mu Mu: "My authority is not enough to know this, I'm afraid I have to ask the chairman of the National Security Council."

The chairman of the national security committee, a man who controls the national security of the whole of Japan.

This alone is enough to make Kurosawa Hideaki feel that he is unreliable.

After all, the safety index of Japan as a whole is only 31, and the decision-maker, Chairman of the National Security Council, may not be as capable as the people under him.

Officer Mumu looked at Shiratori beside him, "Go to the top floor next door and ask, if there is no one, just call."

"Yes!"

Shiratori only left for a while, then returned to the scene with a few pieces of paper, which he handed directly to Kurosawa Hideaki.

"National Security Councilor Zhang said, please destroy it immediately after reading it."

Kurosawa Hideaki looked up from the black and white pseudonyms and Chinese characters, responded cautiously, and immediately began to look through the information.

Open the first page, it is a person's file.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, 27 years old, Italian nationality, is an arms dealer. On May [-], he will come to Japan to reach a long-term cooperation agreement with the government.

The young man smiled elegantly and easy-going, and he did not look like an arms dealer at all. His identity was doubtful, but there was no information on the photo, and the file information below was even more innocent.

Kurosawa Hideaki turned the page calmly, the second page was still a personal file.

Prison Temple Hayato, 28 years old, Italian nationality, identity - follower.

Kurosawa Hideaki paused for a while on the word entourage, and smiled.

Making excuses is so perfunctory, these two people are not as simple as arms dealers.

It seems that the law and order in Italy is not very good, probably comparable to Japan with 31 points. After all, it is a country full of mafia.

Japan's resources are very poor, and the source of arms mainly depends on trade and plunder.

This transaction must have threatened that organization, so they planned such an action with great fanfare.

Turning back, it is a road map. Interestingly, that day Tsunayoshi Sawada and the Japanese government planned to reach a cooperation on a speeding Shinkansen.

Shinkansen?

"Madeira, lighter." Kurosawa Hideaki moved his hand towards Madeira, and a metal igniter was placed in the palm of his hand. He lit the materials and stared at the ignited flames thinking.

What can I do to protect my brother and at the same time protect the mafia who came to make a deal, and facilitate a deal between the country and that "mafia" arms dealer?

The material was burnt to the point where only one corner remained, so he flicked out the sparks and threw it into the trash can.

"Megure Police Department, please send a message to the Chairman of the National Security Council to pay attention to the Shinkansen on May [-]rd."

Yes, that's fine.

It doesn't need to be too precise, just a vague hint, "Someone might attack."

Mumu's eyes widened for a moment, and he almost immediately picked up his mobile phone and sent an email to the upper floor.

Two minutes later, a call came to Kurosawa Hideaki's cell phone.

Looking at the unfamiliar number on the caller ID, he curled his lower lip extremely quickly, waiting for this call!

"Hey?"

"Officer Kurosawa?" The man's low voice came from the receiver, "How do you know someone will attack?"

Deduced, of course, but...

"I am investigating an organization in private, and I have arranged an insider inside. I just got the news today that they will stop a transaction on the Shinkansen on May 5. I was still wondering what the transaction was, and I saw those materials."

The man was silent for a while, then asked again: "What organization?"

"I don't know the specific name of the organization yet, I only know that the code names of their members are wine names."

The man was silent again. The last time he was silent was because he was suspicious of Kurosawa Hideaki, but this time he completely believed in Kurosawa Hideaki and fell into thinking.

It seems that the upper echelons do know the existence of this organization in Japan.

Next, the Chairman of the National Security Council will say——

"We also arranged an insider in that organization. What's the name of your insider?"

That's right, that's it.

But he won't answer, because he doesn't know his brother's real name, besides, if he said it directly, according to his position in the organization, the people from the Ministry of State Security will know that he is lying, so...

"I'm sorry, Chairman. I can't tell you. I got news that there should be an undercover agent from that organization within the police. I'm not sure who this undercover agent is, where he is now, whether he is watching me or listening to my cell phone. As a police officer , I have to be responsible for my assistant."

Generally speaking, every Japanese public security will develop one or more assistants to do those things that cannot be done by public security status, hovering on the edge of the law but must be done, including undercover.

This reason is reasonable, and the man who is the chairman of the Ministry of National Security cannot refuse.

Kurosawa Hideaki continued: "My assistant has not been recorded in the superior file at present. That organization is too dangerous, and they will find out."

For the sake of future consideration, he added: "Investigating that organization is my business alone, and no matter what happens in the end, it has nothing to do with you or the country. Please rest assured."

"Pay attention to safety." The man completely let go of the last ounce of caution, "If you have any information, you can share it with our insider. His name is Fugu Rei, and his current pseudonym is Amuro Toru. I will let him come to contact you."

Ah, Toru Amuro, this is an acquaintance.

Kurosawa Hideaki responded as if he didn't know anything, and then hung up the phone.

This specious, half-covered lie is the most convincing.

He convinced the chairman of the national security committee that he had an informant, so he would think more about arresting people, at least he would not directly kill his brother who was doing the task.

Kurosawa Hideaki took a deep breath, the first step has been taken, and there is no way out from now on, either he pulls his brother out of the organization, or he spends the rest of his life in prison.

"Megure Police Department, relax." He said to the sweaty police officer, "Kusuda Kenji did not lie, everything will depend on three days later."

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Kurosawa Hideaki: Try hard to mix water ing

The chairman of the Ministry of National Security is not the chairman. The chairman runs his disciplinary consortium and disdains gatherings.

Amuro Toru's boss is Kuroda, and Kuroda is not the chairman of the Ministry of National Security.

Kuroda Hei's position is the management officer of the first search section of the criminal department.

Some men seem to have only one job, but in fact they are all very hard. (bushi)