"I really didn't expect this."
When their eyes met, Katsuki Uehara raised his eyebrows in surprise. At the same time, he understood in his heart and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "Can I understand that this is an invitation? Or is it a hint?"
Miwako Sato, who also had a smile on her brows, stretched out her left hand towards the table without looking back, grabbed the handle of the medical box and lifted it up, handed it to the man, and quietly released her fingers: "Not allowed during working hours. Sleep, please Uehara Police Department to lead by example and not violate the rules.”
Uehara Katsuki, who had quick eyes and quick hands, held up the falling medical box, crumpled some waste paper into a ball and threw it into the trash basket. Sato Miwako hummed a few times, smiled and walked towards the door with her legs open;
The magnificent sunset light immediately passed through the wide open door and fell into the room.
Feeling the weight of the medical box, Katsuki Uehara reached out from his trouser pocket and took out the photos. He glanced down at them and then chuckled and raised his feet. The back of the person walking against the light was imprinted on the space gray wall.
"Hey, Sato, Uehara, how are you?"
"Ask him yourself."
"It should be fine. If you're worried, I suggest that the Memu Police Department give me a holiday and go to the hospital for a checkup."
Entering the busy office area, the two people who kept walking happened to meet Shiratori, Takagi, and Chiba who were discussing something together.
After answering Chiba's question, Uehara Katsumi, who threw the medical kit on his desk, turned around and joined the group chat: "What are you talking about here? Where is the Megure Police Department?"
"Let's talk about Saburo Uozuka. The Megure Police Department is determining the identity of this FBI agent."
Shiratori Rensaburo, who moved his chair to make room for Uehara Katsumi, lifted the coral sea in front of his forehead, lowered his voice and whispered: "You also know that it is against the regulations for the FBI to appear in Tokyo to conduct activities without permission. "
"Does it take so long to confirm the identity?" Looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, Sato Miwako, who was also sitting on the swivel chair, interjected.
She has not yet determined how long she has been helping Uehara tend to his wounds.
"You two inside may not know that when Miyano Akemi was interrogated before, didn't she confess several members of criminal organizations who had had long-term contact with her? One of them, codenamed Vodka, looked similar to the person who called himself Uozuka. Saburo's FBI agent looks similar.
"Moreover, according to Megure Police Department's own recollection, he had met this Vodka and the man whom Miyano Akemi called Gin before when he was handling the roller coaster murder case."
Takagi Wataru, who briefly explained the reason, scratched his head: "From this point of view, I think Mr. Uotsuka should be an undercover agent sent by the FBI to that organization, right? Otherwise, there should be no need to take the risk of being recognized. Come to the Metropolitan Police, this makes absolutely no sense.”
Chiba, who was sitting aside, also nodded his big round head in agreement: "Moreover, he also specifically notified the Megure Police Department to rescue Uehara. If he is a member of this criminal organization, it cannot be said that Uehara is also the same. A member of a criminal organization."
"The most important thing is the FBI. They can contact them directly. There is no point in making this lie." Shiratori Rensaburo took over the conversation and held the same view as the two of them: "Uehara, what do you think? "
"I sit and watch."
Uehara Katsumi, who held the side of his chin with one hand, shrugged: "For reasons of reason, I have to invite Agent Saburo Uotsuka to Ginza to have a good time. I just don't know if he will appreciate it then."
Several people's eyes subconsciously turned to Sato Miwako, who was also sitting nearby. The latter couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he saw this: "What are you looking at me for? He has acquaintances in Ginza, but I don't."
"Don't slander me. I have no acquaintance and have never been there at all. I just thought that since Agent Uotsuka is an American, he should be used to visiting those places."
Rubbing his jawline with his index finger as if thinking, Uehara Katsuki denied it flatly: "After all, you also said that this is an undercover agent who has infiltrated a criminal organization. Going there to say thank you is very consistent with his status, isn't it?"
"Uh... no, no, I won't go. I still have to rush to buy it. The re-edition of the CSM belt for the anniversary of Masked Superman is on sale. I want to grab the first batch." Chiba's head suddenly shook. Like a rattle.
The Ginza escort girl couldn't have any Tokusatsu fragrance. It was a limited edition anniversary CSM belt, and it also had a mechanical opening and closing texture, which perfectly hit the g-spot in his heart as a Tokusatsu fan.
"Why are you grabbing the first batch? This time the plot of the Masked Superman anniversary special is not good. The director and screenwriter stuffed it so much that they didn't even tell a complete story. It simply ruined such a top-notch lineup and its popularity. If it’s not high, the third party will definitely lower the price of this belt in the future.”
Uehara Katsuki curled his lips, and then added: "But if you want to grab a starter, please help me buy one too."
"... Uehara, you are not - oh, I forgot that you are also a tokusatsu fan." Patting his head, Chiba looked excited when he thought that Uehara Katsumi had used the set characteristics of Masked Superman to solve the mystery: "Yeah, Sure enough, you think the new belt is cool too.”
Sato Miwako turned her head and looked at the calm partner next to her with a strange expression.
Are the topics among men so exciting?
Didn’t you just return to Ginza?
"Don't look at me like that. I really don't know anyone. It's been so long since the time of the magazine. We haven't contacted her for a long time. I still heard what others said about her going to accompany her for drinks later."
Katsuki Uehara showed his desire to survive to some extent. At first, Miwako Sato didn't even realize who he was talking about.
"Uehara, Shiratori, Sato, Takagi, Chiba, Megure Police Department wants you to go to conference room 7."
"Okay, right away." Bainiao raised his right hand and made a gesture, thanking him: "Thank you."
"Let's go, it seems that our agent from the FBI has confirmed his true identity."
As he stood up from the chair and buttoned up his suit, Katsumi Uehara's face suddenly had a breathtaking smile: "I should also go see this Uozuka who is willing to notify the police to save my life. Detective, but I don’t know whether the name Saburo Uozuka is his pseudonym or his real name.
"Oh, by the way, when you go in, remember not to show any strange expressions no matter what I say." No. 1 conference room.
Mumu Shisan, who put down the phone in his hand, heard the sound of the door being pushed open in an instant.
Looking through the sound, it was Saburo Uozuka who was wearing sunglasses and pushed open the door of the conference room under the guidance of the police.
"Regarding your matter, the senior officials of the FBI Special Operations Group have communicated with our section chief. Sorry, Agent Uotsuka." Megure Thirteen stretched out his hand to the strong man in front of him who had once had a relationship with him. Holding hands, cheerfully expressing friendship.
Pushing up the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, Vodka smiled with an honest face: "It's okay, I understand your caution, Officer Mu, after all, the undercover status is special.
"However, I hope you can still keep it a secret. After all, my identity has not been exposed in the organization yet. I have always been with the criminal named Gin, just like the roller coaster."
"Agent Uotsuka, you sunglasses..."
"Oh, I'm used to it. After all, eyes are one's windows. For an undercover agent like me, wearing sunglasses helps hide yourself. It doesn't matter, I can see clearly even if the environment here is a little darker."
Pointing to his temple, Vodka's tone contained a hint of fleeting helplessness, and for a moment, Mu Mu Thirteen felt the same way.
"Memu Police Department."
"Police department."
"Memu Police Department..."
Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and a group of people led by Katsuki Ohara opened the door to the conference room. The eyes under the vodka sunglasses suddenly fell on the figure at the front of these people. .
The man was the first to reach out to him, with a smile on his face: "Uehara Katsumi. This is our first meeting. Thank you for your helping hand, Agent Uozuka."
"You're welcome, this is what I should do. An excellent police officer like Officer Uehara should not die in the hands of that criminal Kiel." Vodka also extended his calloused hand in a friendly manner.
"Giel?" Katsuki Uehara frowned: "Who is it? The person behind the plot against me, Agent Uozuka."
"Look at my memory."
After taking in the expressions of the people in front of him for a moment, Vodka slapped his forehead and shook his head helplessly: "Kiel is Shui Wu Lian's code name in this criminal organization. Everyone in this organization has a code name, just For example, my code name is Vodka."
"Strange, then why did Miss Miyano mention your code name to us, but not Reina Mizuna's code name? Don't they recognize her?"
"Yes, my sister-in-law is actually just a peripheral member of this criminal organization, while Reina Mizuno is a senior cadre. There is really nothing in common between them."
