"Brother, is it useful for us to do this?"
Mihua Town, in a certain alley.
After completing all the instructions, Vodka leaned against the cold cement wall and whispered to the boss on the other end of the phone. His tone was obviously not very confident: "Even if no one in the police recognizes me, Miyano Akemi must know me."
"If she is smart enough, she should be able to guess what your purpose is in appearing in front of the police in the name of the FBI, and just follow the plan."
"Okay, I understand, brother."
Obedient Vodka nodded.
After hanging up the phone, I felt a little excited thinking about what I was going to do next. I couldn't help but take out the cigarette case from my pocket, push one out and bite it into my mouth.
Letting him, a member of the organization who has most likely been exposed to the police by Miyano Akemi, step into the Metropolitan Police Department in person, it is like walking on a tightrope. If he is not careful, he will lose his wife and lose his army.
But, how should I put it, out of trust in his elder brother, Vodka did it without hesitation.
“Are you so confident that the police don’t know the information about vodka?
"Don't forget, Miyano Akemi was interrogated when she was arrested before. Since she has participated in the police's witness protection program, it means that the police have at least one round of interrogation.
"No matter how idiotic or useless the Metropolitan Police Department is, it's not a problem to hire a few simulation painters to draw the appearance of the organization members described by Miyano Akemi."
Within the organization's stronghold.
"Shirley" who was wiping the blood on her face sat in front of the makeshift dressing table in the living room, fixing her makeup in front of the mirror. When she got to the important point, she couldn't help but glance at the person who was still there not far away from the corner of her eye. The long-haired man watches the surveillance tape repeatedly.
"Belmod, how many undercover agents do you think we have in our organization?" Gin, who was chewing a cigarette, sneered and reached out to press the pause button——
On the screen, the confrontation between Uehara Katsumi and Mizumu Reina was instantly frozen.
"Who knows, maybe they are all gone; maybe... there are still a lot more?" The woman jumped back and forth on his minefield indifferently: "Shouldn't you be asking yourself about this? I'm not in charge of this area. of."
"If that's the case, then why can't Vodka be an undercover agent?"
"..."
Belmod made a move with his hands, turned his head to look at Gin, and shook his head in a "Sherry" manner: "Are you planning to hijack the signal? Or are you planning to directly bring in an FBI special operations team?"
"You should still remember Akai Shuichi's voice, Belmode."
Gin, who didn't answer the question, put out the burning cigarette butt, and played back the subtle expressions of the two people in the picture frame by frame with one hand on the keyboard.
"I will never forget the man who almost captured you."
Speaking of the "silver bullet" in the FBI, Belmode's brows were filled with laughter.
Gin frowned and keenly sensed something was wrong in the woman's words: "You seem to be looking forward to it?"
"Of course, I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to who can achieve the final goal between you and them." Belmode looked at the man deeply and continued to put on makeup in a leisurely tone.
When she said that Shuichi Akai and Gin from the FBI didn't care, he still had to arrange a way out for Vodka to escape. If Kiel was really an undercover agent, then the police would definitely know Vodka's disguised identity as an undercover agent.
This is fat meat delivered to your door.
From another perspective, the emergence of vodka has attracted more than just Miyano Akemi.
……………………………………………
"Hiss! It hurts, it hurts, please be gentle, I'm--nooo!"
Metropolitan Police Department, search the office area of Section 1 and Department 3, in the lounge.
Uehara Katsumi, who was grimacing in pain, had not finished complaining when his nagging mouth was forcibly silenced by a hand. He almost couldn't hold in his breath and his eyes were wide open.
"Quiet, don't you yell? Can't you hear me? A grown man screams like this just by applying some potion."
Miwako Sato, holding a cotton swab in one hand and carefully rolling it on the man's back, patted the man's cheek in disgust, without raising her head, causing Katsumi Uehara to roll her eyes wildly——
"It doesn't hurt your back to stand and talk, right? It's me who's hurting, not you."
"Yeah."
After applying the potion, Miwako Sato threw the cotton swab into the trash can at her feet, and then picked up the powder jar on the table to distract the man: "I don't think you are——"
——? !
"--Well!
! "
Miwako Sato, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, decisively stuffed a clean handkerchief into his mouth. Uehara Katsumi, whose facial features were almost twisted together, was very sensible, so she bit it hard and made some strange noises to attract the outside. People pay attention.
"You're so good at fighting, I thought you were already used to the pain of applying medicine afterward." She shook her head helplessly, looking at the man's poor performance of desperately squeezing away tears, Miwako Sato, who smiled on her brows, gave him directly The bandage was tied with a bow.
"What do you mean?"
"what do you mean?"
"Change the bow for me. I'm very masculine."
"Really? I saw you having fun wearing a bow on Yueying Island, and I thought you liked it very much."
"……Have it?"
"Hmm? What do you think? Do you want me to help you recall it?"
With her round buttocks leaning against the edge of a table filled with medical equipment, Miwako Sato, who leaned back slightly with her arms crossed in front of her chest, playfully sat on a stool and kissed her upper body partner: "That's your luck. Well, if you come close, you will be beaten into a hornet's nest by bullets."
"That won't happen, I know it in my heart."
Uehara stood up and picked up the brand new white shirt hanging on the back of the swivel chair. He put it on and buttoned it up one by one. Uehara Katsuki smiled and said: "I can't bear to die so early. If I hadn't thought about it before taking action on Moon Shadow Island, If I wanted Cheng Shi to take revenge with my own hands, I would have sent those people in a long time ago, so there is no need to go to all this trouble."
"What about this time?" Miwako Sato said noncommittally, with her slender legs crossed, and the side of her slightly bent right knee naturally leaning towards the direction where Katsumi Uehara was standing.
"you guess?"
Picking up the new suit jacket hanging aside, Uehara Katsuki, who moved a little, raised his eyebrows at her: "There will be a reward for guessing it."
Miwako Sato pursed her lips and shook her ear-length hair while shaking her head, not hiding the smile on her face: "Help justice? Or are you going to carry him back in a sack, just like Reina Mizuna?"
"You still understand me."
Uehara Katsuki raised his right hand and gave her a thumbs up: "I rushed to the scene as soon as possible to laugh at him, and if possible, let him try the humiliation of putting a sack on him.
"It's a pity that this idiot doesn't give me a chance to show off my power. I'm afraid I will only be able to trap his tombstone in the future. The tombstone is too heavy and I may not be able to trap him alone. I need someone to help."
As he said this, Katsuki Uehara's eyebrows danced in an instant, and there were crazy hints inside and outside his words.
Miwako Sato just pretended not to see it, put all the medical equipment on the table into the medical box, and spread her hands towards him: "Sorry, I'm not interested.
"Oh, by the way, this is for you."
After thinking about it, Miwako Sato hesitated, and finally took out a few photos from her pocket and handed them to Katsumi Uehara. The latter lowered his eyes and saw that it was a group photo of Oikawa Kunihiko and him. Some of the photos visible to the naked eye were taken against the magazine page.
"The Megu Police Department found them in the secret room of the study when they were searching the house. I took them from the Megu Police Department."
"..."
Seeing that Katsumi Uehara didn't reach out to pick it up, Miwako Sato pursed her lips, took a step forward, stuffed these photos into the man's trouser pocket with her own hands, looked up slightly at the face of Chi Chi, and tilted her head. The head said: "I know there is a store where the barbecue is delicious. Let's meet after get off work?"
"..."
Katsuki Uehara smiled and waved his hand: "Forget it, it's not like you don't know my habits. You have to drink to eat barbecue. If you drink until midnight, my aunt won't be relieved -"
"I told her to work overtime tonight." Miwako Sato looked at him calmly and interrupted.
