After hanging up the phone, Miwako Sato immediately turned to look at her partner, who raised her eyebrows in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Wada Saburo's family has been brought back by Takagi, but Police Chief Odagiri personally intervened."
"I should. After all, I am the principal of the first class." Uehara Katsumi shrugged.
The status of the 1st Investigation Section in the Metropolitan Police Department is here. As the head of the 1st Section, Saburo Wada must have been appointed with the approval of Toshiro Odagiri.
It would be strange if Odagiri Toshiro wouldn't be angry if this happened now. Especially since they started bombing the Metropolitan Police Department tonight. Although it did not cause heavy casualties, it was nothing more than a slap in the face of Toshiro Odagiri as the boss of the police.
"Do you want to go to the section chief's house? All the evidence Chiba mentioned is there."
"Go, why not go."
Turning his head and glancing at the lifeless corpse, Uehara Katsuki took off his gloves, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them into the recycling basket: "Tell Chiba to be here soon."
"Uh, wait a minute, I suddenly remembered, where is Agent Uozuka?"
Seeing her partner passing by her, and thinking of his suspicions all along, Sato Miwako frowned and asked, "Should we monitor him?"
"In fact, he has been under my surveillance. If anything happens, someone will report it to me." Uehara Katsuki raised his tracking glasses and stopped, turning his head and smiling.
"???who?"
Miwako Sato was confused: "Why haven't I heard you say that it's that kid from Baker Street again?"
"Congratulations on your correct answer. The reward is to ride in a car with me to the scene." Uehara Katsumi said unequivocally, twirling his glasses.
"...Is this a reward for you or for me?" The woman rolled her eyes helplessly, striding past her partner and walking out of the office.
The man who put away his glasses smiled and followed him without answering. Just before walking out the door, he stopped for the last time, turned around, and took a closer look at the body exposed under the flashlight of the forensics department police officer.
The magenta Evo roared out of the parking lot and passed by a white Toyota parked in the parking space at the intersection——
In the stalled car, Gin in the driver's seat witnessed the car leaving, then put out the cigarette on hand and started the engine.
"Tsk, you are really brave. Even if you didn't run away after blowing up the Metropolitan Police Department, you actually parked your car here arrogantly."
In the passenger seat, Belmode, who had his legs crossed, slowly rolled down the window a little, pouted and slowly exhaled wisps of smoke, and there was a hint of playfulness between his charming brows: "Aren't you afraid of being caught by the police again? "
"Are you talking about yourself, Belmod."
Gin, who slowly stepped on the accelerator, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "If it weren't for your traitorous behavior, we wouldn't be in such a mess."
The big star in the passenger seat was not afraid at all, but Reina Mizuna, who was sitting in the back seat, felt a little uneasy after hearing the word "traitor".
She thought Gin would run away, but what she didn't expect was that Gin would run away in this way.
The only good thing is that her undercover identity is only known to a few people including Odagiri and Uehara Katsumi, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
"So, do you want to treat me as a traitor?"
Holding a cigarette between his fingers, the corner of his eye glanced at Keir, who looked as usual in the rearview mirror, and the corners of Belmode's mouth raised.
Gin's answer to her question was straightforward: "If the police come to check this car, I will shoot you as soon as they come."
At the moment when the Metropolitan Police Department was in chaos, he chose to play under the lights not to monitor the movements of the police, but simply because Belmode made him suspicious.
"You are really cruel."
After sighing twice, Belmod dusted off the cigarette ashes and said casually: "Don't forget that I helped you disguise yourself and escape from the Metropolitan Police Department."
Just when the two of them were talking about this, Mizuki Reina, who was sitting in the back seat, frowned and suddenly said: "Wait a minute, Belmod's traitorous behavior? What do you mean? Isn't the traitor Vodka?"
"As much as I hate to admit it, it seems that I was indeed the one who led the police to the stronghold."
Belmode, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, didn't know what he thought of. He glanced at the night scene passing by outside the window: "As for the question of vodka, you have to ask Gin, who is not familiar with people. God knows that vodka will bite back this time. How many secrets we have.”
Being exposed in front of the Japanese police is not a big problem. The FBI has long known the faces of Gin and others through Shuichi Akai, and everything has been fine after so many years.
"Judging from several interrogations by the Japanese police, they didn't know much about the organization, which was beyond my expectation."
Gin, who was driving, recalled the bad one-day trip to the police station and had a rough estimate of the intelligence the Japanese police had.
In fact, the reason why he singled out Vodka was because he wanted to see if there were heavyweight undercover agents at the core of the Japanese police and public security organizations who could identify Vodka's true identity.
The two police rats he found in the organization concerned him a lot, but unfortunately, the result of feeding tigers with their own bodies did not cause any waves after all.
……………………………………………………
Tokyo, Wada Residence.
When Katsumi Uehara and Miwako Sato walked into the residence of the Section 1 Chief, the police officers who were working along the way raised their heads and said hello to the two——
"Uehara Police Department."
"Sato Criminal."
"Police Department..."
"criminal……"
After greeting all the way, Miwako Sato, who saw Chiba's figure, reached out to pick up the cordon, bent down and stepped into it, followed closely by Katsumi Uehara.
"Chiba."
"Yo, Sato, Uehara."
Chiba, who was explaining something to his subordinates, turned his head, raised his hand to say hello, and turned around to greet him.
"How's it going? Did you find anything new?"
Miwako looked around at the slightly messy living room and asked.
"Except for those contracts and supplementary agreements, no other conclusive evidence has been found yet. It should have been destroyed long ago. What about you?"
Qianyehe stretched out his mouth and leaned on the coffee table, and asked curiously with his round belly: "Is the section chief really dead?"
"It's so dead that even gods can't save it." Uehara Katsumi walked to the coffee table and inspected the piled documents, then lowered his head to his nose and sniffed.
It certainly doesn't look like it was printed just a short time ago.
Chiba was stunned when she got the exact answer: "I didn't expect that he would be the section chief. I always thought that he would be pretty good."
"People who know people well but don't know their hearts, who just put up statues of gods, Buddhas and Guan Gong at home, can you believe what they say?"
After looking at the decoration of the living room and the entrance hall, Sato Miwako pursed her lips at the several dusty statues placed in the entrance hall. Uehara Katsumi, who was still reading the contract, couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.
Miwako, who saw his action, had a hidden smile on her lips: "If you don't do anything bad, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Are you right, Uehara?"
"Is it possible that the statues of gods are placed simply because of faith?"
"Then do you have faith?"
"I can't say for sure, I've always been pragmatic." Uehara Katsumi shrugged indifferently, looking in the direction of his partner towards the entrance shrine, where a statue of Guan Gong was placed, majestic and sacred.
In Japan, Guan Gong is also the god of bravery and loyalty; the god of protecting wealth and the god of culture.
"It's quite particular, with incense and tributes placed on it."
Katsuki Uehara smiled and shook his head after scanning a few times and finding nothing.
There is a bit of black humor in a criminal organization member's house.
