Red and black camp simulation game

If he rushed out and knocked Matsuda Jinping unconscious, would he be arrested by the police on the spot for assaulting the police?Nayue leaned her head against the partition with a blank face, unwilling to accept that she would admit the wrong person.

Probably his long silence caused Matsuda Jinpei to misunderstand something. The person outside sounded annoyed and clicked his tongue. Nayue could even imagine the expression on the other side's face when he helplessly rubbed that stubborn natural curly hair. The next sentence should be It's 'Asshole Aka' -

"Beforehand, I'm not interested in inquiring about your secrets. It's just that the bathroom upstairs is under renovation. I'll smoke a cigarette and leave when I come here."

That's right, he is not Chijiang Nayue now, but Miyamoto Akatsuki.The player whose head was still a little confused suddenly became sober.

Matsuda Jinpei swears to God, he really just got more and more bored when he left the criminal department and returned to the mobile team, so he took out a cigarette and planned to smoke one, but he didn't expect that the smoking rooms were crowded with people. The lingering posture made Matsuda, who was able to pump out nearly half of the bag in a day recently, a little disgusted, and he came out after staying in it for a few minutes.

In fact, Matsuda Jinpei's addiction to cigarettes is not that great, and he usually only habitually picks up one before and after bomb disposal. This does not mean that he does not need to rely on nicotine to relieve stress. The smelly little devil once claimed that "you can smoke one for a meal of strawberry jam mixed with green peppers during non-special time". The Gemini, who didn't want to die young because of food poisoning, finally chose to succumb.

But one yard counts for one yard, and now no one is in charge of how many cigarettes he has a day-that hagi guy smokes more than him himself-plus the crime rate in Tokyo has risen too fast after the death of a police officer, just a week of suspension In the few days since he came back, Matsuda Jinpei has already dismantled at least six bombs. You must know that bombs are not so common. The numbers are not that scary.

Those unscrupulous media with eyes on the soles of their feet took the opportunity to report that the Japanese police have no successors and the rebound in crime rates is all due to the police officers' over-repression in the past seven years. After leaving the editorial department, Kenji Hagiwara glanced at the report when he was holding him, and then turned into other seniors in the mobile team rushing up to hold them both in fear.

In fact, to be more indulgent, a few packs of cigarettes a day is not impossible. After all, their responsibilities are not so heavy now. The ordinary people and the media in Tokyo are staring at the Metropolitan Police Department almost all the time. Matsuda naturally wouldn't blame those colleagues who were squatting in the smoking room and puffing away the pressure to complete the mountainous work, and had to give them some outlets to vent.

But every time he wanted to continue smoking, Matsuda always thought of the horrible cuisine that had poisoned his palate for seven years, and then had to stop and surrender.

He leaned against the edge of the window sill with his legs crossed casually, a slender cigarette still between his fingers, his cuffs were half-rolled up lazily on his elbows, and he was fiddling with a black lighter with a silver cap in his left hand. This is what Matsuda Jinpei saw when she opened the door that month.

The eyes of the two met for a moment, and this time, he turned his face away uncomfortably and turned into a curly-haired police officer. He promised that he would definitely hear the smile of the culprit who caused him to hide here to soothe his mood, so he said a little depressed. He exhaled a mouthful of gray smoke.

This toilet is located on the side away from the street, and there is no one on the same floor, so Matsuda tried several times to divert his attention from behind but failed. The sound of splashing water clearly entered his ears, and after a few The sound of the water stopped in seconds, replaced by the clear male voice that is impossible to forget no matter what: "You are addicted to cigarettes, Officer Matsuda."

Matsuda Jinpei shook the hand holding the cigarette, almost reflexively twisting the cigarette and throwing it into the trash can to destroy the evidence. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly to stop his movement, turned his head pretending to be calm, and glanced at the side of his face The young man whose hair was still dripping with water, while the other party was brushing his bangs back casually, and casually shaking his head twice, Matsuda looked at it for a long time, and there was only one description left in his mind: It’s really like a person hiding in the rain. Under the eaves, the black cat who flicks the water drops from others.

"Just two at random." Matsuda lowered his eyes and replied without expression.

"It seems that being a policeman is very stressful," Miyamoto-sensei seemed to be sighing casually, without asking for an answer, and the topic changed quickly, "Just now Officer Matsuda didn't reveal his identity immediately, and he clearly said, 'It's okay to pry into my secrets. interest'--"

"Lighting a cigarette," the police officer gestured nonchalantly to the lighter in his hand, and there was a ding sound when the metal cover opened and closed, "You speak first when you are about to speak... I am not in the habit of making others uncomfortable, Pure coincidence."

Nayue looked obedient and clever, and when Matsuda thought this was the end of the story, the man stretched out his palm in embarrassment and put it in his eyes: "MINISEVEN? Give me a root too." Bar."

Matsuda Jinpei: ...

Does this guy really have the self-awareness that they clashed not so long ago?He glanced at the young man next to him speechlessly, but he did not refuse the request. He took the cigarette in his mouth, reached out and took out the sky-blue box and knocked on the edge of the wall. A snow-white cigarette was handed to Chijiang Nayue. Be ready to be the last one, throw the lighter over, and be shocked in place by the opponent's next move.

The teacher with the lingering gloom in his brows and eyes bit his cigarette holder, pressed his inch on the window sill and leaned over, then adjusted the angle a little, using the sparks burning in front of the police officer's cigarette to ignite his own at such a close distance. tobacco.

A wisp of gray smoke slowly rose between the two of them, blurring Matsuda Jinpei's vision and some details on the face that did not look like the police officer. Matsuda Jinpei thought he saw a The living Chijiang that month.

Unfortunately, that guy never smoked.

He quickly withdrew his thoughts, frowned and raised his chin to signal Nayue to explain his behavior.

They didn't know each other that well, and before that, Hagi would occasionally be too lazy to take out a lighter, and ran over to ask him for a cigarette. To be honest, Matsuda was even more surprised that he didn't dodge directly.

"I don't like Dupont very much," Nayue said vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth. "I thought Officer Matsuda would prefer Zippo, which you don't usually use."

He used declarative sentences, with a tone that clearly wrote the four words of course, and he showed a triumphant smile when the police officer was choked up. In the eyes of Matsuda, who has been tossed by the little devil for seven years, this is not a bad idea. No particularly bad behavior, he just rolled his eyes and began to regret why he took off his sunglasses, otherwise they wouldn't have had any eye contact in the first place.

"A gift from a friend." Nayue couldn't see Matsuda Jinpei's expression clearly, and could only judge from the voice that the other party's mood was stable. "Ah, it's the dead man you mentioned. We are at the same time."

"Really, it seems that he has bad taste and gave you a lighter that you don't need at all." Teacher Miyamoto planned to skip this topic without interest.

"I also think he has bad taste." Unexpectedly, Matsuda Jinpei agreed.

Nayue paused: "How to say?"

"Being friends with someone like me for seven years is because of bad taste," the curly-haired police officer in a black suit snorted and changed the topic, "So in order to prevent his bad taste from being discovered by others, I have to go back Work hard."

How could a group of them not be able to do what Chi Jiang could do alone that month?No matter how great the pressure is, a certain person has been carrying it alone for seven years without falling down on the job. Among the people in the Metropolitan Police Department who are holding their breath and working hard, who didn't think about this and squeezed their working hours until now?Let the bullshit media have nothing to say, let the current Metropolitan Police Department no longer be questioned because of the disappearance of Chijiang that month, and restore stability to this city that everyone wants to protect. This is what they are doing.

Matsuda Jinping snuffed out the cigarette butt, turned and left.

The young man with still wet hair leaned on the police officer's position just now, and after a while he exhaled a beautiful smoke ring, grinned for no reason, and smiled brightly. Soothing with some bitter tobacco.

"Okay, I lied to you again, but I actually quite like the look of Dupont."

Chi Jiang did not smoke that month, but he is Akatsuki Miyamoto now, how could he not give it a try?The player rubbed the phone in his arms and sent a new email to his subordinates.

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[from: BOSS

I will ask Belmode to help you disguise yourself as Ley. After 5 minutes, go to the Red Dragon to hand over the mission information to Bourbon in my identity. Don't expose it. ]

Ishikawa Woodpecker happened to be there when he received the news, and he happily went back to the nearest safe house without asking why, and replied to his boss with the address.

...That's right, Ishikawa's remark to Nayue-sama in his family is a simple and rude BOSS, while the real leader of the organization is 'old and immortal', because in his eyes only Akae Nayue is qualified to be his BOSS, Karasuma Lian Ye is just a by-product.

Belmode's speed was also very fast. As soon as the blond beauty opened the door and came in, she just saw the newly promoted Curacao holding a red tie with a happy face and sniffing non-stop, looking like an idiot.

She twitched the corner of her mouth: "Curaçao, stop playing, you still have tasks."

Ishikawa raised his head slowly, his expression became indifferent and polite again, and he was full of information that refused people thousands of miles away, and Belmode, who had gotten used to this man's convulsive appearance in only half a month, was in a very good mood, and faced him without changing his expression. Looking at that face, he tossed and tossed, and finally put on a long black curly wig for Ishikawa before teasing in a cheerful tone: "So who is the owner of that tie? I really want to mourn for the person you like. seconds."

With the addition of height-enhancing insoles, Ishikawa now looks exactly like the traitor Ley from the organization. Belmode only saw the cold-faced 'Ley' walking out without delay as if he didn't hear what she asked. , and then stopped at the door.

"It's not 'her'," the man said in an almost ostentatious tone, "that's the token that Master Yue gave me."

Belmode felt that he should check his ears, why did he hear hallucinations.

"Master Nayue chose it himself, and he even said to me 'come to me'. You can only envy me, because I am Master Nayue's favorite subordinate!"

Shouldn't she have a chat with that child, and stop accepting such a brainy subordinate?Belmode, who firmly believes that it is impossible for his own child to say such a thing, is definitely Curaçao's own imagination, thinking seriously.