"Brother, I'm back."
Tokyo, in the organization's base villa.
When Vodka hurried back, he unexpectedly saw a figure in the living room that shouldn't be there——
"Pisco? Why are you here? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the Japanese police?"
The cheeks are so old that they are full of wrinkles, and the body is no longer powerful.
Although he is one of the veterans of the organization, Vodka is obviously the same as his boss Gin, who does not take this old immortal in his eyes at all.
"What's there to be afraid of? Someone is already ready to expose me." Pisco snorted coldly, which made Vodka look like a question mark.
"How's it going with the police, vodka?" Gin, who didn't care, let the old man sneer and asked.
"I followed your instructions, brother, and further consolidated the image of the FBI, but..."
"But what?"
"I met Miyano Akemi."
Vodka looked embarrassed and recounted the scene when he met Miyano Akemi in the Metropolitan Police Department in the evening: "I was worried that this was a trap set up by the police, so I didn't take action."
"Have you met Miyano Akemi?"
After dusting off the cigarette ashes with his fingers, Gin raised his eyes, his heart rising with alarm: "Is it a real person?"
"I don't know. I have no excuse for pinching her face. But judging from her conversation with me, I think it should be true."
"What did she tell you?"
"The police looked like they had wronged me and bowed to apologize to me; but after the police left, she immediately changed her face and asked me in an extremely cold tone what I should do to let her sister Shirley go."
"What about you? How did you answer?"
"I just said it was a misunderstanding, and made a fuss about the billion-dollar robbery. Oh, and one more thing, I also said something to her, that is, the FBI team headed by Shuichi Akai has contacted the top police officials A conversation started.
"In addition, I also noticed something, that is, the police seem to be preparing to hold a press conference to explain and report on Miyano Akemi's previous TV search. It seems that they are planning to include the previous ones. When the public was on fire, we communicated with others."
"Press conference...?"
Gin lowered his eyes and put his hands on his thighs, thoughts racing through his mind: "What time?"
"It's 7:30 in the evening. There should be many media reporters rushing to the press conference by now." He raised his wrist and glanced at the pointer on the dial. Vodka said: "Brother, are we going to send someone over to cause trouble? "
"..."
Gin closed his eyes in a rare moment, raised his left thumb holding the cigarette, and gently rubbed the area near his temple. The burning nicotine breath penetrated his throat and activated his brain.
"What about Miyano Akemi? Will she also attend the press conference?"
"Yes, she told me she would attend, as a witness."
Vodka nodded, and then made a sniper gesture with his hands: "Brother, do we want to take action?"
"madness."
Before Gin could speak, Pisco on the side was the first to speak sarcastically. Vodka turned his head and frowned.
“Use your head, the press conference is not going to be over in a short time.
"Since the police are confident in bringing Miyano Akemi out, then this Miyano Akemi will definitely not be real. It will be in vain for you to kill her. Instead, it will increase the weight of public opinion for the Metropolitan Police Department and make the US military not good. Exonerate us.”
It was probably because he was forced to abdicate. At this moment, Pisco looked at Gin and Gin's people with obvious personal emotions: "What you should do most now is to let the undercover police officers take this opportunity to participate." Go in so that you can get to where Miyano Akemi is hiding."
"Are you really crazy? If you just wanted to kill Miyano Akemi, why did you go to such trouble to let me pretend to be an FBI and approach the Metropolitan Police Department?"
Vodka, who thought this old guy had something to say, showed contempt: "Miyano Akemi's position is just one of the several purposes of the eldest brother, and I didn't say that she was the one I wanted to kill."
"?"
Gin, who was not disturbed by the argument between the two people, opened his eyes after thinking for a long time and said: "He should not be in danger of being exposed yet. Vodka, inform the hospital to prepare, starting at 7:10 in the evening."
"Okay." Vodka nodded.
"I'll get ready right now."
Metropolitan Police Department, Search Section 1, Department 3 office area.
After receiving the order from his boss, Megure Thirteen hung up the phone with a respectful tone, wiped the sweat from his temples, stood up and greeted the two figures at the workstation not far away: "Uehara, Sato, come here."
"Police department, what's wrong?"
"What happened, police department?"
Katsumi Uehara, who was confused, came side by side with Miwako Sato, wondering.
"According to Minister Odagiri's request, you two must also attend tonight's press conference. After all, you are also one of the investigators on this case."
"Us?" Miwako Sato pointed at herself in surprise: "But Uehara and I have submitted everything we can say."
Because the public security aspect is involved, the protagonist at tonight's press conference is Toshiro Odagiri, the head of the Criminal Division, who is the third-in-command of the Metropolitan Police Department. Even high-ranking police officials like Counselor Masayoshi Uno have to be there to provide support. The principal of a class is only qualified to sit in the third position.
In this situation, if a powerful police department like Mumu Shisan can go up and brush their faces, it is already putting gold on the faces of the three departments.
"Don't worry too much, you can basically just sit next to me and be a mascot. Especially you, brother Uehara."
Mu Mu Shisan, who has been in the police force for decades, patted his subordinate on the shoulder and was filled with emotion.
He can both break the law and refute the police. He is from a prestigious school and has the support of two major consortiums. In addition, he is appreciated by senior police officials. The buffs are really stacked up.
Megure Thirteen even felt that one day in the future he might be able to see Uehara Katsumi take the position of Minister of Criminal Affairs and become the successor designated by Odagiri Toshiro after his abdication.
As for the police director and deputy police director at the higher level...that is just a dream.
"Do I look so prickly? Do I need to explain something special?"
Katsuki Uehara, who was specifically named, raised his eyebrows and sounded dissatisfied. Seeing the man's appearance of being obedient after getting a bargain, Sato Miwako couldn't help but roll her eyes at him: "Do you know that your lips are almost grinning to the edge of the sky now?"
"Have it?"
Miwako Sato, who was silent, reached out from the pocket of her suit jacket and took out a round cosmetic mirror, opened it and handed it to him, responding with practical actions.
The reflection in the mirror had a lingering proud smile on its lips.
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"Well done, Gin, those guys were fooled around by you, and no one has become suspicious yet. Including Katsumi Uehara, although he seems to be suspicious of vodka."
Elsewhere in the Metropolitan Police Department, in a dark room, a dark figure turned a pen and praised the person on the other end of the phone: "In addition, what I can tell you is that Akemi Miyano will attend a press conference tonight. It is indeed a fake.”
"Hmph, it's time for you to start preparing. I've taken Pisco away. Remember to pack your tail. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will kill you before the police do."
From the speaker of the mobile phone, Gin's cold voice came out leisurely.
The black shadow grinned, and his white teeth shone with a soul-stirring light under the cold moonlight: "Instead of thinking about killing me, I think you should reflect on yourself. Except for me, all the undercover agents in the Metropolitan Police Department were killed. After sweeping them all away, I’m afraid you haven’t caught all the undercover agents within the organization yet, Gin.”
The other end of the phone fell into silence.
Obviously, this touched a sore spot for Gin.
"You don't have to worry about contacting the FBI. I've already taken care of the tail myself. As long as the plan is completed, there won't be any problems even if Shuichi Akai comes to Tokyo in person."
"As long as you know what's going on."
At night, in front of an organizational research institute.
A dark Porsche 356a stopped at the gate. Gin got out of the car after hanging up the call. When he thought of the woman locked inside, his eyes instantly turned gloomy.
"Brother, everything is ready."
Vodka, who came down with a backpack, straightened the brim of his hat, then took out his pass card from his pocket and swiped it on the secret box at the door.
Research institute, dark gas chamber.
A figure with wavy brown hair in a white coat heard the sound of the door opening and immediately raised his head.
"Gin..."
"It looks like you want to die in front of your sister."
Glancing casually at the untouched meal placed in front of the woman, Gin sneered and kicked the plate in the way condescendingly: "Shirley."
"What do you want to do……"
As a drug researcher, Miyano Shiho suddenly shrank when he saw Vodka taking out the items from his handbag while wearing gloves!
"Help you reunite with your sister."
"Let go! Gin! Vodka! I want to see the boss!"
"No problem. If nothing else happens, this matter will be resolved soon. You will naturally meet the boss then." Vodka pushed up his sunglasses and put on the straps for Miyano Shiho: "Although the one named Uehara Katsumi The police became a bit difficult, which caused my brother’s plan to change several times.”
"Gin!"
