Rushing early is worse than rushing in time. Mochizuki never expected that going to the izakaya an hour early still failed to avoid the same result.
Yumi was so drunk that she had already fallen asleep hugging the table. As for Miheko, who was killing everyone by herself, there were three male compatriots in the store, two of them were lying down and one was begging for mercy on his knees.
Mochizuki touched her shriveled wallet, wondering if it was too late to tell them that she didn't know them.
In the end, Mochizuki and the other three were all sent back to Tokyo in a police car, and the luxurious seaside trip they promised could only end in vain.
Miho Sato and Yumi Miyamoto were taken to the police station to criticize and educate them, and compensate them for their mental and physical losses. Mochizuki stayed in the car driven back by the police uncle and thought about life.
It was already the beginning of the night, and Mochizuki, who had been hungry all day, found a convenience store near the police station and bought three bento boxes that were about to expire. He first took care of one, and then returned to the car with the remaining two to keep watch.
Miiko Sato and Yumi Miyamoto's small mistake was not enough to enjoy the police station pork chop rice set. After all, they just made the same mistake as a drunk person, and they would definitely come out hungry after a while.
"Brother, there are only these two."
A burly man wearing sunglasses and dressed like a gangster was holding two lunch boxes that were about to expire and was talking to the man sitting in the antique car.
It was a black Porsche, the body of which was polished spotlessly. The person in the car was smoking, and because it was a bit far away, he couldn't see his face clearly.
Driving a luxury car and eating a discounted bento, is the rich second generation here to experience life? Mochizuki lowered her head and looked at the bento in her hand. It didn't taste that good. If she hadn't had money, she wouldn't have eaten this kind of thing.
Vodka, the rich second-generation man who was complained about by Mochizuki, didn't think there was anything strange about what he did. It was early in the day after get off work, so it was good to have a lunch box to eat.
Normally during this time, he would drive hard and go to various mission locations with his elder brother. During this time, it would be nice to have a bite of dry bread.
The organization recently planned to recruit a group of new people and sent several waves of people to follow up and investigate the suitable people. He and his elder brother had been busy working on this matter for several days. Today, it finally came to an end and they could go home and rest.
Vodka finished his lunch in three or two mouthfuls, sorted the garbage, and sat quietly waiting for his elder brother's instructions.
"drive"
The man sitting in the passenger seat put down the lunch in his hand, picked up a cigarette and lit it. In the bright light brought by the moment the match struck, his long silver hair was fluttering in the wind.
The car left quickly, and Mochizuki withdrew her gaze. It was a long night, but she couldn't go back to her beloved bed to sleep, damn Yumi and Miheko.
…
In a windowless room in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department office building, three men were discussing a plan of action.
"The organization's investigation of your files has ended. Soon you will become a grassroots employee working for them. In the next stage, you can only rely on yourself."
The only middle-aged man sitting spoke slowly. His severely burned right eye gave people a terrifying feeling in the darkness.
He was holding a push-button cell phone in his hand, and the screen was flashing brightly, obviously confirming some news.
"Now you still have room to regret, Jiang Guling."
The man spoke slowly, his tone a little heavy.
The blond and dark-skinned man known as Furuya took off the hat on his head and showed a bright smile.
"I have no way out, no matter which side it is."
It was obviously just a specious statement, but it gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.
The sitting man slowly put down his cell phone, took out a document from the drawer, and pointed at the man who had been standing quietly in the corner.
"Yuya Kazama, from now on he will be your contact in the police. No one except me and him will know your identity as an undercover agent."
After speaking, he put the documents on the table, turned around and walked out the door.
"Starting next month, I will be transferred to the Nagano Prefecture Police Headquarters as the Chief of the Investigation Section 1. All traces of your time in the police academy have been erased. This is the only remaining document. Now give it to You handle it yourself."
Jiang Guling picked up the bag and put a little force in his hands. A few pages of paper were the only proof that he was in the bright world.
Those photos taken with my companions, the events we dealt with together, and the future we looked forward to together will all cease to exist from now on. Even the name Furuya Rei can no longer appear in the world.
"Mr. Furuya"
Kazami Yuya reminded them that they had stayed here for too long and must leave immediately, otherwise they would be discovered by others.
"Keep it safe for me."
Toru Amuro spoke, and then turned around and left without any hesitation. Even if no one in the world knew that he, a policeman, had ever existed, as long as he still remembered his identity, that would be enough.
Moreover, Jingguang and the others will never forget that the most urgent task now is to gain the trust of the organization. Being a useless grassroots employee is of no use.
In order to obtain more information about the organization, he will use all means to climb up. It is probably impossible for his former companions to meet again. I hope they all have a bright and brilliant future. Japan's bright future Leave the safety to them, and he will be responsible for the rest.
Fangtani Rei carefully packed the documents, put them on the table, put on his hat again, lowered the brim, and disappeared into the darkness.
Rather than cherishing the sealed life here, it is better to focus on the organization. With the ferocious nature of that group of people, they will never give him a high salary in vain. I am afraid there will be tasks for him to complete next. This is What he wants to focus on.
The same scene happened in another part of the Metropolitan Police Department. Zhu Fu Jingguang, who worked in the Public Security Department of the Metropolitan Police Department, also received a top-secret mission. He changed his name and surname and sneaked into an organization to work as an undercover police officer.
With the same question, Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't speak from the beginning to the end. He just stood quietly. His whole person was hidden in the shadow of the room. He couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he thought it should be the same as that of the blond man. answer.
The lights in the two rooms were always on, but the people who were supposed to stand here and bathe in the light didn't know if they could return safely.
At the same time, Miho Sato and Yumi Miyamoto finally came out of the police station. They were completely sober from the wine, but they were just a little depressed.
Mochizuki threw away the two lunch boxes angrily, locked the car door from the inside, and stood in the cold wind to eat the lunch box. It was already a very good deal for them.
After all, it is up to these two people to drive the car back, and wait for her to be tortured when she returns home. This time, she must help them get rid of this bad habit.
