In the office of the Criminal Division's 1st and 3rd departments, Ryoko Yakushidera listened to the reports of the police officers who had been attacked before, while summarizing and analyzing all the intelligence, hoping to deduce clues.

Although she had just enjoyed some benefits, the grievances she suffered from the black organization were not so easy to eliminate. If she had previously dealt with the black organization to gain leverage from the Ministry of Public Security, then her fight against the black organization now was purely a personal grudge.

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She, Yakushiji Ryoko, has been fighting since she was a child. The most she can bear is the injustice and the most disadvantage. As soon as the black organization touches her, she is ready to dig up the graves of eighteen generations of her ancestors.

Facing Her Majesty the Queen at the Metropolitan Police Department, the police officers from the three departments were all worried when reporting, fearing that they would say the wrong thing and make Ryoko Yakushiji unhappy.

Among them, Mouri Kogoro was the most nervous. While waiting nervously, his memory couldn't help but return to last night.

"Brother Maori, tell me, how does uncle treat you?"

In a high-end hotel in Shinjuku, Katakuri Matsudaira hugged a barmaid who looked like a miko and said to Kogoro Mori.

"Chief Matsudaira has shown me so much kindness that Kogoro cannot repay him even if he is broken into pieces!"

Mouri Kogoro said respectfully, and after he finished speaking, he began to look around, for fear of meeting someone he knew here.

After being scolded by Mao Lilan and woke up, he vowed never to come to such a place of drinking and debauchery again, and he is now pursuing Feilili again. If Feilili thinks that he is back to his old ways, he will really jump into the Yellow River to get rid of it.

Mouri Kogoro looked around the hotel and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no acquaintances. Then he remembered that with his previous salary, he couldn't afford such a place, and the group of people he met when he was willing to degenerate.

None of my friends have money to spend here, so my worries are completely unnecessary.

Damn it, what’s going on with this feeling of being happy but also a little unwilling?

Mouri Kogoro lost his way.

"Don't call me Uncle, sir. Just call me Uncle Songping. Everyone who knows me well calls me that way!"

Matsudaira Katakuritora waved his hand.

Mouri Kogoro hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "Yes, Uncle Matsudaira!"

The ruffian uncle in front of him was his lucky man. If it hadn't been for him, he would never have been able to return to the Metropolitan Police Department after violating police regulations, let alone retain his original rank as a supplementary police officer. It can be said that,

Matsudaira Katakuritora was too kind to him

Well, the sentence just now "It's hard to repay even if you are broken into pieces" is an exaggeration, but it is indeed the true feeling of Mouri Kogoro, so Mouri Kogoro must follow Matsudaira Katakurihu as much as possible, otherwise everything he gives to himself will naturally

It can also be taken back by him.

It's just that he calls Matsudaira Katakuritora "uncle", and Matsudaira Katakuritora calls himself "brother." Isn't it a bit strange to call each other like this?

"Very good, come and have a drink!"

Matsudaira Katakuritora raised the champagne in his hand and said very thoughtfully: "I know you have stopped drinking, so I specially asked someone to prepare oolong tea. You're welcome!"

After speaking, he pointed to the cup of brown liquid placed in front of Mouri Kogoro.

Mouri Kogoro was so moved that he drank the oolong tea prepared for him by Matsudaira Katakuritora in one gulp.

The top officer of Japan's police force was so considerate to him that even the oolong tea he drank became intoxicating...

Uh, wait, why does this oolong tea taste so weird? It's so good... My head seems a little dizzy... Burp!

Mouri Kogoro burped.

Seeing that Mouri Kogoro's face was already slightly red, Matsudaira Katagurihu let go of the miko and said to her: "Ane, please leave first. I have something to discuss with Mouri."

The shrine maiden who called Matsudaira Katakuritora Aon was a little unhappy. She said coquettishly: "Uncle, are you going to drive me away after I've only been with you for so long?"

The length of time spent with him actually doesn't matter. The key is that Matsudaira Katakuritora has just ordered some wine now, and her commission is too small.

Matsudaira Katakuritora snapped his fingers in an airy manner, and immediately a hotel waiter appeared and stood beside Matsudaira Katakuritora, bowing slightly and waiting for Matsudaira Katakuritora's instructions.

"Build a Tompelli champagne tower for your uncle, and it will be in Ayin's name!"

Matsudaira Katakuritora pushed up his sunglasses, his voice carrying a strong smell of money.

"Yes, Mr. Matsudaira!"

The waiter quickly began to make preparations, and Ayin was also very happy. He kissed Matsudaira Katakuritora's old face, which was as wrinkled as orange peel: "Thank you, uncle!"

A Tombéli Champagne tower costs millions of yen, and these millions of achievements are in her name. She should be the No. 1 tonight.

Matsudaira Katakuritora smiled with enjoyment, and then waved Ayin away.

Seeing Matsudaira Katakuritora's heroic performance of spending a lot of money to win a kiss from a beautiful woman, it was impossible for Mouri Kogoro not to be envious.

After all, men, no matter what age they are, from eight to eighty years old, like to play with young and beautiful girls. Although Mouri Kogoro has determined to change his mind, he has no worries about becoming an old monk from now on.

, without any ripples, that’s really a high regard for Mouri Kogoro.

After the accompanying miko Ane left, Matsudaira Katakurihu lowered his voice and said: "Brother Mori, you are also a father. You should know that a father cannot lose his dignity in front of his daughter no matter what, right?"

It can be said that Mouri Kogoro felt deeply about these words. It was his dignity as a father that made him get up from the quagmire. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Uncle Matsudaira, you are right."

"As long as you understand!" Matsudaira Katakurihu said, slapping the table.

"But now, my uncle's dignity is in the hands of others. Do you think I should get it back?"

Matsudaira Katakuritora said to Mouri Kogoro with a serious face.

"Of course I should take it back!" Mouri Kogoro, who had also been in the workplace, immediately patted his chest and said, "Uncle Matsudaira, if you can use me, please feel free to give me your orders. I will go up to the sword and go down to the sea of ​​fire for my uncle without hesitation!"

"As expected of my uncle, I know you are grateful!"

Matsudaira Katakuritora laughed and patted Mouri Kogoro on the shoulder.

Mouri Kogoro laughed a few times, and then carefully asked Matsudaira Katakurihu: "But, how should we get it back?"

"My uncle checked it out and found out that the woman hid my uncle's dignity in her office at the Metropolitan Police Department."

Matsudaira Katakuritora said to Mouri Kogoro.

"That woman?"

Mouri Kogoro said doubtfully.

"That's Yakushiji Ryoko, the counselor of your criminal department! She used despicable means to get some indecent photos of my uncle, and threatened that if he didn't do what she wanted, she would post those photos on the bulletin board of my uncle's daughter's school.

, Uncle Rang’s daughter has been disgraced from now on! Oh my god, how can there be such a vicious woman in this world!”

Speaking of that name, Matsudaira Katakuritora gritted his teeth a little and even drank a few glasses of champagne before he could calm down.

After hearing Matsudaira Katakuritora reveal the identity of the woman, Mouri Kogoro's face immediately became solemn: "Uncle Matsudaira, I'm not a younger brother. I refuse. I just heard that the office of the Counselor of Yakushiji Temple has a very strict security system. Even if I want to

I don’t even have the ability to help you!”

Ryoko Yakushidera is the eldest daughter of Jaces, the largest security company in Asia. Many rich people in Tokyo use the security systems of Ryoko Yakushidera. Of course, the ones she uses are the highest-tech products of her company. Others can't do anything without her permission.

If you can't get in, it will be difficult to get out alive.

"Don't worry about this, I won't let you do such a dangerous thing."

Matsudaira Katakuritora smiled and patted Mouri Kogoro on the shoulder to reassure Mouri Kogoro.

"As for the matter of stealing out uncle's indecent photos, I have entrusted professionals to do it. What you need to do is to help uncle keep an eye on the woman Ryoko Yakushiji. When she goes out, you have to tell uncle immediately.

When the time comes, my uncle will send someone to her office, and during this process, you must not let that woman go back to the office, do you understand?"

Matsudaira Katakuritora said with a serious face.

"Yes, little brother, I understand. I will definitely cooperate with Uncle Matsudaira! Tomorrow, even if I use my own body, I will definitely stop Ryoko Yakushiji from returning to the office!"

Hearing Matsudaira Katakuritora say that he didn't need to do it himself, Mouri Kogoro breathed a sigh of relief and quickly confirmed.

"Very good, let's drink to tomorrow's operation smoothly!" Matsudaira Katakuri Tora poured champagne and touched the "oolong tea" in Mori Kogoro's hand.

Mouri Kogoro looked at the "oolong tea" in his hand with some hesitation. He always felt that there was something wrong with this cup of "oolong tea", but the atmosphere was right now. If he didn't drink it, he would be offending Matsudaira Katakurihu, so he could only bite the bullet and drink the "oolong tea"

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Well, what's going on? There seems to be a fire burning in my stomach!

After pouring a whole cup of "oolong tea" into his stomach, Mouri Kogoro's consciousness began to become hazy. He boldly asked Matsudaira Katakurihu with a curious look on his face: "Uncle Matsudaira, you said you would send professionals to the office of the Counselor of Yakushiji Temple.

What kind of professionals are they taking things? Is it the secret force of the police department? "

"Hey, how can someone from the police department handle this kind of thing? What if the news leaks out and my uncle's enemies know about it?"

Matsudaira Katakuritora shook his head and said.

Although he is the chief of the Police Department and the head of hundreds of thousands of policemen in Japan, he is not completely without enemies in the Police Department. There are countless people who are concerned about his position. How can he easily reveal his secrets to others?

Note that the so-called handle here does not refer to those indecent photos of Matsudaira Katakurihu. Everyone knows how much fun the high-ranking officials in the Japanese government have. Raising slaves and having sex with children is just childish.

, like Matsudaira Katakuritora who only spends nights in hotels

People who have fun in shops and other places with bartenders are simply a breath of fresh air among high-ranking Japanese government officials. The exposure of those indecent photos will not have any impact on Matsudaira Kataritora's career. The only thing that will destroy is Matsudaira Kataguritora's career.

Just all the dignity of a father.

Calling secret troops at will to do personal things for oneself, this kind of obvious use of public equipment for private use will become a weapon for Matsudaira Katakuritora's political opponents to attack him, so Matsudaira Katakuritora does not want to use the power of the National Police Agency.

However, Matsudaira Katakurihu would not explain these things to Mori Kogoro.

Mouri Kogoro nodded as if he understood, and then said: "But is the professional you hired, Uncle Matsudaira, reliable? Don't let anything happen, otherwise the counselor of Yakushiji Temple will have a dike, and it will be difficult to succeed next time.

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"Don't worry, brother Maori, this is a major matter related to my dignity as a father. How could I be careless? The professionals I hired couldn't be more professional!"
To be continued...