Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki kept his eyes fixed.

The injection-type anesthetic takes effect very quickly. According to the injection dose just now, his consciousness will completely disappear after about 2 minutes.

What can you do in 2 minute?

"Let's go!" The man yanked, Kurosawa Hideaki took advantage of the momentum, staggered and bumped into the front cover of the Jeep on the side with a "bang".

Although it was an act, for the sake of reality, this collision was a real pain.

Kurosawa Hideaki snorted, pressed the front cover of the Jeep firmly with his free hand, looked at the "patrolman" with broken eyes, "Who are you?"

The man raised his hand suspiciously and looked at the injection gun, "It happened so quickly?"

Kurosawa Hideaki slowed his breathing, slowed down his heartbeat as much as possible, and squatted down slowly against the hood. He put his left hand behind his back, grabbed the butt button of the gun and undid it, and threw it into the blind spot of the man under the cover of the fisherman's hat in his hand.

The fisherman's hat fell down by his legs, making a slight friction sound against the fabric of the trousers.

"Don't play tricks!" The man squatted down suddenly, stretched out his hand to grab Kurosawa Hideaki's neck, grabbed his jaw with his jaws, and straightened his head, "Want to leave a signal?"

He sneered briefly, reached out to pick up the fisherman's hat and put it back on Kurosawa Hideaki, "You are nothing more than that, get up!"

The low voice of the "Patrol Officer" sounded a little hoarse, as if he had a long-term pharyngitis patient.

Kurosawa Hideaki wrinkled his nose and smelled the smell of chemicals on the hands of the "patrolman".

He shook his head violently, broke free from the "patrolman"'s grip on his jaw, and said firmly, "You are a member of the organization."

"So what?" The man laughed, "Do you still have the strength to stand up and shoot me?"

Kurosawa Hideaki bit his lower lip and looked away with a humiliated expression, "If I had brought a gun, you wouldn't be standing here."

"Hard mouth." The man stood up straight, took out a cheap plastic lighter from his pocket, took out a crumpled cigarette case from his breast pocket, took out the last bent cigarette inside, stuffed it into his mouth and nodded. superior.

Click, click...

After pressing the lighter twice, sporadic flames sprang out. The man took a deep breath, and the cloudy smoke entered his mouth and sprayed out from his nasal cavity.

After he took a sip, he looked at Kurosawa Hideaki, who was leaning on the Jeep logo in front of the wheel and barely staying awake through the smoke.

He took off the patrol cap he had snatched, smoothed the hair that grew to his shoulders from front to back, and stuffed all the strands of hair that were almost condensed into the cap.

Kurosawa Hideaki narrowed his eyes and looked at him by the light of the only street lamp.

Very poor, living in a cheap rental house, living on meager relief money, the water supply system in the rental house is not good enough, he hasn't showered in a while.

The man's cheap cigarettes gave him strep throat.

He is thin but handsome enough, poor but wears an expensive watch.

The stench on his hands came from a chemical agent, which he had never smelled before. Judging from the carbon black traces on the man's neck, it should be chemical powder or liquid that could cause an explosion.

"What did you kidnap me for?" Kurosawa Hideaki smiled, tilted his head against the crash barrier and asked vaguely, "You look like a researcher addicted to chemistry, who instigated you to do it?"

"Stand up." The man ordered coldly without answering.

"I can't stand up." Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the empty injection gun in the man's hand, "Didn't the person who gave you this thing tell you that it will take full effect in 2 minutes?"

The man was silent for a moment.

The cigarette burned less than one centimeter, and the sparks in the front part lit up with the man's breathing for a moment, and then turned into gray-black ash, hanging tremblingly on the smoke column.

Kurosawa Hideaki stretched out his hand to him, and said naturally, "Help me."

The man raised his eyebrows, the ash fell from the front of the cigarette to the ground, unsteady, "Fuck—"

"I will completely lose consciousness in about 20 seconds." Kurosawa Hideaki smiled at him, "Do you think you can walk out of the police station with Kurosawa Hideaki who has lost consciousness?"

"No, you will be arrested."

The man frowned, and the flashing sparks on the tip of the cigarette began to speed up.

Hideaki Kurosawa twitched the corner of his mouth, holding the winning ticket, "You have no other choice but to let me go out with you. If you don't want to be arrested, you must listen to me."

He paused and said softly, "You still have 15 seconds."

The man clicked his tongue hard. Kurosawa Hideaki was right, but it was so right that it made people feel strange.

He has never seen a kidnapped victim take the initiative to help the kidnapper escape from arrest and say, "What do you want?"

"I'm dizzy here. The person who gave you the tranquilizer gun will probably have a headache." Kurosawa Hideaki didn't answer. At this moment, the initiative was firmly in his hands. "You still have 6 seconds."

The man cursed secretly, threw the injection gun into the trash can behind the Jeep, bent down, hung Kurosawa Hideaki's hand around his neck, and helped him go out.

The parking lot was very close to the sentry box outside. Kurosawa Hideaki swiped his work ID to open the gate, his vision was extremely blurred, and his consciousness almost left him when he arrived in just 2 minutes.

One second before he fell into darkness, he silently praised the anesthetist who controlled the dose of anesthetic in his heart, and then turned on the switch of his heart.

I have to say, this thing is still very useful when there is no light.

---

"Takata Police Department!"

"What's wrong?" The crew-shaven man clamped his police cap on his elbow, freed his hands to rub the tattoo sticker on his neck, "It's so itchy, if I didn't organize it today, I wouldn't have posted this thing."

"The main monitoring room saw something abnormal in the parking lot!" The patrolman stared at Ken Takada's well-developed biceps and swallowed, and took a step back. "A gun belt was thrown behind your car."

"What gun belt?" Takada Ken frowned, and pressed the police cap on his head, "Did you bring it? Show me?"

"Here it is." The patrolman handed over the gun bag.

Takada took out his flashlight and took a picture of the evidence bag. The leather gun belt was soft and looked very expensive, and the words handmade were even printed on the corner.

Good guy, which young master is so particular about it.

He held the tail of the flashlight in his mouth, put on his gloves and unbuttoned the gun bag, and took out the silver pistol inside to look.

The magazine is full, the model is Beretta m92f, no one in the Japanese police uses this model, except Hideaki Kurosawa.

Takada Ken snorted softly, "It's broken."

"What's wrong?" the patrolman was stunned.

"Take me to watch the surveillance." Takada Ken wrapped the gun belt around his arm, "Hurry up, we might be ashamed."

The patrolman couldn't understand, but the patrolman didn't dare to speak, and took Takada Ken to the monitoring room as quickly as possible.

"Adjust the emergency monitoring."

Even if there is a power outage in places like the Police Department and the Defense Department, the monitoring of some key locations can last for a while, and there is one at the entrance of the parking lot. The resolution of this monitoring is not high, but the advantage is that the shooting range is very wide.

Soon, Takada Ken saw Kurosawa Hideaki who was being helped to swipe his card to go out.

Except for a little staggering footsteps, there is no trace of being forced.

He squinted his eyes and poked his index finger on the space, a black figure slid across the monitor and fell into the trash can behind the jeep.

"Find someone to look through this trash can." Takada Ken took a picture of the slightly clearer surveillance, "After looking through it, I came to Kurodahei's office with my things to look for me. Something happened."

The little policeman in the monitoring room was dumbfounded, "What, what's the big deal?"

"Our beacon ran away with the kidnappers." Takada Ken found Rei Furuya's email, edited the picture into a confidential file and set a password, and then wrote on the title:

"Your boyfriend is in my hands."

In this way, even if this document is the last among the confidential documents, he can be the first to read it.

"Okay, hurry up." Takada Ken patted the patrolman on the shoulder, "Oh, yes, keep your mouth shut for a confidential mission."

Patrolman: ...

Officer Takata, do you know that you speak like a gangster brother now?

He glanced at Ken Takada's well-developed biceps and the tattoo stickers on his neck that disregarded the rules, and did not speak wisely.

If he met a police officer Gao Tian who was not wearing a police uniform in an alley when he was in college, he would definitely be entangled in kneeling down and begging for mercy or handing over all the pocket money first.

Takada Ken didn't have the time to figure out what the policeman was thinking. Those who stayed at the police station to participate in the mission tonight were all people whom Kuroda Hei trusted very much.

However, due to insufficient manpower and a sudden power outage, there is still a loophole in the Police Agency. No matter what Officer Kurosawa's plan is, he must inform Kuroda Hei of what he sees.

---

Kurosawa Hideaki slept soundly, but his mind was active.

He remembered all the cars parked in the parking lot of the police station very clearly, and the row of parking spaces near the trash can should be the exclusive parking spaces for group zero.

The zero Mazda often parks in the vacant parking space next to the Jeep.

But many times, both spaces are empty.

Because they belonged to the two members of Group Zero who went out to perform undercover missions.

Among them, in addition to Zero, who aims to infiltrate the center of the organization, is Takada Ken, who aims to collect information on the organization's movements on the periphery of the organization.

Empty parking spaces are zero.

Obviously, the Jeep that doesn't appear often belongs to Takada Ken.

No matter who it is, as long as someone finds a gun next to Takada Ken's car, he will show it to Takada immediately.

The members of the zero group of his information should all be able to memorize it backwards. No one knows that after he was 18 years old, he changed from a gun to a pistol in a unique way.

Takada Ken must be able to see from the emergency monitoring that he voluntarily followed the kidnappers. Once Takada sees it, he will work with Kuroda Hei to help him do the trick.

Perfect, there can be no mistakes!

Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly felt his nose itchy after thinking about it.

"A Qiu—"

He sneezed loudly, his head tilted back, and he jumped up with the chair.

"woke up?"

Kurosawa Hideaki blinked vigorously and moved his wrist. He was tied to a chair, and he couldn't move anywhere except his head.

In the line of sight is a white awn with a double shadow.

He squinted his eyes and rested for a while, some double lights slowly gathered into one, and then, Kurosawa Hideaki saw a man in overalls sitting in front of a wooden table, wiping a crowbar with a rag soaked in engine oil.

He glanced at the tripod with the camera in front of him, and licked his dry and chapped lips, "Live again? Are you old-fashioned?"

The man sneered: "It's for the boss to inspect the goods. The police outside like you so much, I dare not live broadcast."

boss.

Kurosawa Hideaki swung his backhand upwards, touched the bulging knot, and asked who is the boss, this man would definitely not answer, how about...

"It's all tied up, let's start the machine and inspect the goods." Kurosawa Hideaki leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the man lazily, "I can't wait."