"Little girl." Looking at her pure smile, Miyazawa was moved by her again.

Didi——

Didi——

The phone suddenly vibrated with a special sound, and his eyebrows immediately furrowed.

Patting Lu Jingxin's shoulder, Gongze stood up and went to the study.

After swiping the fingerprint with one hand, the notebook on the table started smoothly. There was no light on in the study, and the blue light made the small space more mysterious.

After being turned on, automatic signal recognition is automatically connected to the internal system of the police station.

A row of small characters began to be generated rapidly again.

"There is new international information. The Will family still has a lot of business in the Middle East. You need to pay attention to the trends. If necessary, ask the Italian police to cooperate."

The information was passed along.

Miyazawa relaxed his brows and sat down on the chair.

I clicked on the file and studied it word for word.

The more I read, the more my scalp felt numb.

The so-called whitewashed Will family and its huge black industry chain surprised even him, an elite who had been working in the police station for many years.

Southwell family.

The Capone Family of Chicago.

Japanese Daoxiangshe. South American Siloya tribe...

These organizations are like obvious cancers that the international police cannot move even if they want to.

The intertwined power relations have made the situation deeply involved, and uprooting it is an arduous task that cannot be completed. If the large-scale drug trade had not caused protests and dissatisfaction from international anti-drug organizations, the police would not have done so.

I will work harder on this.

In addition, the newly appointed Chief Superintendent of Interpol is a staunch humanitarian, and he is more troublesome than previous officers in eradicating black forces.

After spending some time reading the information in his hand, Miyazawa breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair.

Spending these few days with that little girl, he seemed to feel like he was living a normal life again. If it hadn't been for the text message from the police station, he would have almost forgotten his mission.

It turns out that this is how relatives feel.

It can make you forget about fatigue and completely relax you.

"Yawei has returned to Italy, focusing on the mission."

On the communication device, a row of small characters flashed.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Miyazawa quickly replied, "Understood."

Rovy's design office is in a building opposite the Roman Forum. On the first day he came here, he looked up downstairs for a long time.

Sir Liang's words of "putting the mission first" flashed through his mind, and Miyazawa smiled bitterly.

The longer you stay at the police station, the more you understand his mood.

The profession of a special police officer always seems to be hovering on the edge of life and death. He only has one sister, so there is nothing wrong with doing so. If it were him, he would definitely hope that Xiao Yue'er could marry an ordinary man and stay together for the rest of his life.

He doesn't even know where he will be tomorrow or whether he can open his eyes, so how dare he commit his life to a woman.

If you set foot on this road, you are destined to be lonely. Even the temperature is pitiful...

His fingers unconsciously touched the hand-embroidered marks on the cuffs of his shirt.

The English letters of "rovy" are very unique and delicate. If you rub it with your fingertips twice, it's like lovers exploring each other.

In the past few years, the only things that have stayed with him are the fashionable clothes that she cut by her own hands and the logo that she embroidered with her own hands.

He was careful in one mission after another...
Chapter completed!