"Who are you talking about?"
Uehara Katsuki was visibly stunned when he first heard the name. Upon seeing this, Megure Thirteen solemnly repeated: "You heard it right, Hattori Heizo, that's him."
"If he doesn't stay in Osaka and be the boss, why would he come to Tokyo?" Uehara Katsumi was very surprised.
"President Nagato has been his friend for many years. It is precisely because of this that, in addition to reporting to our Tokyo police, President Nagato also told him about the abnormal situations that have occurred at home recently."
Megure Thirteen didn't say much about the rest, but what he wanted to express was already clear. The worried eyes headed by Miwako Sato suddenly fell on Katsumi Uehara.
That is the head of the Osaka Prefectural Police, the legitimate leader of the Osaka police. In terms of ability and position alone, it can be said that he is second only to the Tokyo Hakuba Police Chief.
Katsuki Uehara had seen someone of this level in the Metropolitan Police Department before—Shio Morohoshi, deputy director of police at the Metropolitan Police Department.
However, although the rank is equivalent to that of Hattori Heizo, Mrs. Morohoshi Toshishi is in Tokyo, and she has a Hakuba director on her forehead, so she can only be the second in command. In terms of influence, he is currently not as good as Hattori Heizo.
As for the relationship between the Tokyo and Osaka police circles, it can only be said that everyone understands it.
There was not too much friction this time, it was just healthy competition, and it was entirely dependent on Hattori Heizo's excellent personal ability.
"He probably just heard the news about Katsumi in Osaka...right?"
Miwako Sato was a little unsure: "I heard that he is a very nice person in private."
If it's just the seniors' curiosity and appreciation for the juniors, then there's no problem at all.
After hearing this, Megure Thirteen immediately shook his head: "I haven't been in contact with him, so I don't know. But considering the relationship between Tokyo and Osaka, brother Uehara, you have to be at your best, understand?" "
This is likely to be a test, but at the same time, it is also an opportunity.
After all, Hattori Heizo of Osaka is known as a good policeman. If Uehara can still get his appreciation even though he has the Metropolitan Police Department behind him...
"If I can gain his appreciation, wouldn't I be able to travel between Tokyo and Osaka in the future?"
After Megure Thirteen left, Uehara Katsumi looked through the documents he left behind, obviously thinking of something good.
Miwako Sato, who was assisting on the side, put her hands on her hips in a funny way and looked down at her boyfriend: "What are you dreaming about? Osaka and Tokyo have been at odds with each other for many years. Even if the head of Hattori headquarters appreciates you by then, for the sake of his local reputation, it is impossible to let him You will be able to run amok in Osaka from now on."
"Sato is right Uehara, you are a popular and popular fried chicken who is loved by the Metropolitan Police, but not in Osaka."
After a few casual glances, Chiba threw the document in front of Uehara Katsuki and warned him seriously: "Just like Kudo Shinichi before him, he is a high school detective in Kanto, and Osaka found an equivalent detective. Just like the famous high school detective in the west.
"So you'd better not be too undisciplined then and pay more attention."
"Is there a possibility that I will never meet this headmaster from Osaka?"
Seeing these two people paying attention to each other as if they were facing formidable enemies, Katsuki Uehara bared his teeth with joy: "What's his level and what's my level? It's normal that I can't even see him in person, okay?"
He didn't have many impressions of Hattori Heizo in his memory. The only images he had were of punching his son and an iceberg poker face that remained unchanged for thousands of years.
His reasoning ability is on par with Kudo Yusaku's, and he is even better at kendo.
"Speaking of which, if the Nagato Group wants to know if Hattori Heizo will be there when we go there tomorrow, it seems we can ask someone directly."
Miwako Sato, who seemed to be recalling something, rubbed her chin with her index finger, then looked up at her boyfriend: "Do you still remember the Hinata Yuki we met when we were making cookies at the cake shop? She seemed to introduce herself as the Nagato Group Secretary to the chairman, right?"
"?"
"The woman in the green suit."
Uehara Katsuki had a strange expression on his face: "Hinata Yuki? That woman in the green suit? Oh, I remembered it."
If he hadn't suddenly mentioned it, he would have forgotten about it. How come Miwako still remembers it so clearly?
Miwako Sato, who was stared at for a long time, blinked quickly after reacting: "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"
"I accidentally threw that business card away." Katsuki Uehara turned his pen and shrugged with a smile on his face.
"Oh, that was really careless."
"Chiba, Takagi, do you want to eat dumplings tonight? I'll treat you." Katsuki Uehara smiled brightly: "I suddenly feel jealous. I prefer to dip my dumplings in vinegar."
Chiba: "..."
Takagi: "..."
"I suddenly remembered that there was a discount in the supermarket today. I had to go there quickly to buy some food." Chiba stood up, picked up his suit jacket and walked out.
Takagi, who didn't want to be shown affection in person again, followed closely: "Wait for me, Chiba, I'll go shopping with you for discounted food."
"Have a nice trip, and be careful on the road."
After turning his head and stretching his neck and howling, Katsuki Uehara turned his attention to Sato Miwako again. After coughing, he reached into his pocket and took out a stack of Japanese yen, folded them and handed them to his girlfriend.
"What? What bad thing do you want to do again? Want to bribe me in advance?" Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows, not knowing why.
"Come on, a pair of 3s and a 4. You didn't even look at it before you folded the cards and said you couldn't afford it." He held the stack of yen between his fingers and dangled it in front of his girlfriend's eyes. The corners of Katsumi Uehara's mouth rose.
Miwako Sato, who was dumbfounded, pursed her lips in disbelief, and then finally reached out and took the reward she deserved: "I just don't want to see you being so high-profile at the beginning, but in the end you lose in front of Chiba and Takagi. Just to save face.”
"How is it possible? This is just a mistake. Don't you know that I am the god of gambling?"
"Don't brag, Katsuki. Mahjong and poker are two completely different sports."
"Really? So you want to challenge my poker skills?" Uehara Katsumi adjusted his sitting posture, leaned sideways towards his girlfriend, and raised his eyebrows.
Sato Miwako's eyebrows arched, and she leaned down slightly to look at her boyfriend, with a smile in her eyes: "So, what do you mean?"
"Would you like to have a 1v1 poker battle with me? I guarantee that I can kill you until you lose your armor."
"Really? Are you too confident?"
"Don't believe me? Do you want to increase your bet?"
"certainly."
The woman held a playing card between the index and middle fingers of her right hand and stood it in front of her red lips. She tilted her head slightly and said provocatively: "I hope you won't lose to the point of crying and complaining to my mother, Katsumi Uehara."
The man threw away the information he had about the Nagato Group and pulled the table violently. The rollers of the chair brought him closer, almost to the tip of his girlfriend's nose. He said, "I hope you won't lose to me." You can still be so arrogant when you don’t even have any clothes left, Miwako Sato.”
