Chapter 217 Rye: The Japanese police are not that good either.

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Miyano Akemi remembers that day.

Shirley returns to the research team after Kashasha discovers one in her car. Gin and rye whiskey both went all in on the matter.

Gin wanted to prevent anyone from targeting the research team; while Dajun was worried about her safety.

Although the action team is not as good at collecting information as the intelligence team, the two people who took over the bug incident are not good at it.

Soon, based on Miyano Akemi's life trajectory, they figured out roughly when the bug was activated and where it might be.

Miyano Akemi was just a tool for their investigation. After the information was sorted to this point, Gin and the two left Miyano Akemi behind and restricted her to stay in the room and not go out.

Finally, the two came up with the most likely answer. Miyano Akemi was probably targeted when she went to a gas station to refuel her car a week ago.

With the help of the organization's network technology department, Gin and Rye Whiskey quickly revealed the person's identity, residence, and relationships.

Kenichi Kawara, an unemployed vagabond, worked dozens of part-time jobs. He was once arrested by the police for allegedly secretly filming women on a train, but he was released because there was no evidence.

At the same time, he anonymously sold indecent photos and videos online many times and made a lot of money. This is why he can still make a living without a serious job.

After finding this out, Gin was no longer interested in continuing.

He was quite busy and had no time to focus on the matter of a peripheral member being stalked and harassed. However, the suspicious mentality still made Gin suspect that someone was targeting the research team.

"Rye, you are responsible for this matter." Gin ordered Rye Whiskey, "Then report the results of the mission to me."

Rye nodded, not surprised that Gin delegated the task to him. He thought about it and decided to send a text message to his girlfriend before going to trouble Kenichi Kawara:

[Mingmei, don’t worry. We've found out who it is. 】

Miyano Akemi hadn't replied to him yet. After waiting for a few minutes, Rye Whiskey thought of something else. He put his phone away and headed to the mission site.

If it was just an act, sending a text message could reflect his care for Mingmei in detail, so why wait for the other party's response?

Rye whiskey feels like it’s too vicarious.

Overrepresentation is indeed a problem, Rye Whiskey thought calmly. When he was not an undercover agent, his ex-girlfriend Judy also reminded him: Don't be too involved, as this is very dangerous.

Rye remembers that he simply said "yes" and said he was breaking up with Judy.

Without stopping, Rye Whiskey pried open the door and entered the mission target's room. According to his observations, Kenichi Kawara himself should be fooling around outside:

Kenichi Kawara's room was as down and out as his appearance, with yellow bedding and peeling walls. Beer bottles were scattered everywhere on the floor.

There was an unpleasant odor in the air, probably a mixture of sweat, alcohol, cigarette smoke, rotting food, etc. It was quite intoxicating to the searcher's sense of smell.

Rye Whiskey walked around to make sure there were no bugs or pinhole cameras or anything like that. He then put on gloves and began searching, finding numerous cameras and photos.

The content...is unsightly. They are all candid photos of all kinds of young girls. When he thought that Mingmei had been targeted by such a pervert, he couldn't help but feel angry.

These were all evidence, and Rye Whiskey put them into the backpack he had brought.

Immediately afterwards, he planned to find trouble with Kenichi Kawara. Rye Whiskey needs to figure out how the other party targets Miyano Akemi.

He was a patient hunter, and when Kenichi Kawara passed by an alley drunkenly, he was pulled into the darkness by a distance.

"Damn! It's—"

Kenichi Kawara stopped talking before he could curse, and saw that the person holding him was a strong man with a sinister expression. He curled up into a ball quickly and assumed a posture suitable for being beaten.

At first glance, it seems that we often encounter this kind of situation.

Rye Whiskey did not disappoint the other party's expectations. After kicking the other party hard several times, he bent down, pulled his hair, and forced the other party to look up at him.

"Do you know this girl?" asked Rye Whiskey.

Kawara Kenichi looked at it for a few seconds, then shook his head wildly: "I don't know, brother, I really don't know, I swear I have never followed this girl -"

A few more kicks.

Kenichi Kawara wailed, but it was difficult for the sound to be heard. The alley was deep and narrow, and the bustling hustle and bustle of the bright city could completely cover up these sounds.

The long-haired devil began to describe unhurriedly where he had been and where he stayed in the past few days. He gradually broke through his psychological defense line with continuous beatings and said that Kenichi Kawara pretended to be a gas station employee and took advantage of that place. The girl stopped as she got out of the car to install the bug.

The beatings also stopped at the same time. After staying in the organization for such a long time, Rye Whiskey knew how to make the person under trial feel the maximum pain without giving in.

"I didn't...I didn't!" Kenichi Kawara was already crying. He seized the opportunity and quickly defended himself, "A bug, how can I have such a thing..."

Rye Whiskey looked at the thin and wretched man crying on the ground with an expressionless face, while analyzing the truth of the matter.

He felt that Kenichi Kawara was not lying.

Mainly motivation.

Thinking on behalf of a voyeur, being afraid of this kind of thing is basically a last-minute idea because of its special nature. Why install a bug? Playing the long game to catch the big fish? But this is not cost-effective.

As he said himself, there is no such thing as a listening device for a peeping tom...

Most likely, someone took advantage of Kenichi Kawara's identity.

Thinking of this, rye whiskey continues to examine the question.

Rye Whiskey then determined that on the day Akemi was tapped, Kenichi Kawara was stalking another woman in a restroom near a gas station.

Borrowing his identity, he could still locate it so accurately... Rye Whiskey calmly twirled his fingers, and he could feel the blood through his tactical gloves.

It is very likely that it is an official force, Japan's official force.

If a scumbag like this doesn't arrest him but uses his identity, the Japanese police are not that good either...

Thinking of this, Rye Whiskey raised his head and looked into the distance: the night looked dirty gray under the city lights. And in the dirty corner, Kenichi Kawara was lying limply, his neck had been broken.

Rye Whiskey took a photo so that Gin could pass the test. Then he took a plastic bottle out of his pocket.

It was gasoline, combined with organized micro-bombs, which could destroy corpses and eliminate traces without alerting others.

…………

Miyano Akemi is sitting in the living room.

She just sat motionless, without making any sound. Through the window, she could see today's moon, which was thin and dim.

Miyano Akemi heard the door lock turn and the very familiar footsteps, it was the Maharaja!

Even after so many things happened today, an indescribable feeling of joy still came to my heart. Miyano Akemi was waiting in front of the door early - she should have gotten something to eat, and she didn't know if the prince was hungry after coming back so late... …

"Akemi."

"My Majesty, you are back..."

The unsmiling long-haired man finally softened his eyes. He hugged Miyano Akemi and explained to her the development of the matter in a gentle voice.

"Don't worry, Akemi." Rye Whiskey said, "The person following you is just a voyeur with bad behavior."

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