Izarun, who was washing the car, suddenly sneezed.
He fixed his crooked prescription glasses, sniffed, and muttered: "Did one of my colleagues miss me?"
It's a pity that he works in a few places. I don't know where his colleagues are thinking of him so kindly...
He is still living in the house bought for him by the immigration team. The new car in front of him was prepared for him by the police department. It is a pure black Toyota Crown.
After working for many years and being too lazy to maintain a car, he said goodbye to the life of renting and borrowing cars.
Yi Zejun sighed and took out the specially modified mobile phone provided by the organization.
There was a missed call on it. Although the latest email he received was not signed, he was very familiar with this email address - it was the email address he was most familiar with.
This came from his contact person who had long wanted to send him to hell.
…
After returning from Hakone with the enemy who was about to take over his job, Jun Izawa went to the Police Department to complete the resignation procedures.
Unfortunately, it was not the real escape that he dreamed of, but the police department's identity file was placed in a deeper place.
On Saturday, Izarun didn't rest. He threw Dushanelli to the underground shooting range to shoot. While observing her strength, he sorted out the information Angstra gave him.
It has to be said that Angstra's interrogation skills are top-notch, and the information he dug out when he caught Snake was more than the National Police Agency has collected in the past few years.
In the afternoon, the funds for the activities from the Police Department arrived, and the amount was quite large. Izarun decided to treat him, and he took Dushanelli to a nearby restaurant.
On the way, he saw the news about a bomb being planted on the Tokyo Metropolitan Circular Line, and realized that the National Police Agency would definitely have to work overtime tonight. He sympathized with his former colleagues for a minute, and called the waiter to ask for an extra signature dessert.
After dinner, I went back and Tousanari continued to practice. Yuya Kazami came to the door.
Isawa Jun quietly compared the gap between him and Gin, and lamented the huge gap between the contact person and the contact person.
The public security policeman did not know that he was stepping into a house owned by a Japanese yakuza family. He did not know that he was facing a bottle of real wine and an undercover agent in a transnational criminal organization. He did not know that the computer on the table in front of him contained a real bottle of wine and an undercover agent.
Possessing information that many police agencies dream of...
Sure enough, ignorance is the happiest, just like gin.
Thinking of Gin who was still working overtime to pay off his debt, Jun Izawa heard the sound of a rising mood level and braced himself to face the new undercover mission.
Yuya Kazami left just as quickly as he came - in the final analysis, the contact person only passed on the information obtained by the undercover, and could not play a key role in how the undercover penetrated the target organization.
The next time he contacted him would probably be after he got the code name.
The zoo is not a big organization, and Yi Zejun is sure to get the code name within a year - if it is not exposed halfway.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, Izarun ordered takeout. After eating, he wrote some team rules into a document for Dushanelli to write down, and then went out for a night run.
On the way, he stopped by the nearest Keigumi base, declined an invitation from a member of his family to watch a movie together, explained some things, returned the same way, took a shower and rested.
In the dream, he finally returned to the organization. The boss felt that he had worked hard in the past few years and tacitly agreed that he could lie down and retire in the future. He held up a sign saying "work overtime well" to send Gin off on his business trip, and took Liu Jijunyi, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, with him.
Went to that izakaya for dinner - this time they were all adults and could have a drink together - the boss sat at another table, holding the cat and smiling at him...
Yi Zerun was so happy that he woke up laughing. When he woke up, he found that the phone on the bedside table was vibrating.
The time shown by the alarm clock is 5 o'clock in the morning.
It was a message personally sent by Little Crow's uncle, the current leader of the Jing Group.
He told him that there was an explosion in the Mihua Municipal Building last night and asked him, the head of the Kanto region group, to investigate the murderer.
Yi Zejun looked at the wording in the email and found that there were many typos and word order errors in it. Later, he remembered that the member of the family who invited him to watch a movie together last night seemed to be the boss's favorite youngest son.
...It seems that he is only seventeen years old, right?
Yi Zerun yawned lazily and huddled under the quilt to reply to the boss's email.
After replying, I remembered that I still had an old employer, and went to remind Gin about it.
After sending an email and four phone calls, Yi Zerun turned his phone to silent and continued to sleep.
He really wanted to continue the dream he had just had, but it was a pity that the beautiful dream did not continue, and it just ended at the most beautiful time forever.
Izerun woke up again. It was already 8 o'clock. He first recalled the sweet dream that he could not continue, and then picked up the mobile phone on his side.
In the mailbox was a belated email from Gin after he ended the harassment.
There is only one very simple sentence above:
【You wait.】
"…………"
Seeing these words, Yi Zejun stood up instantly, his sleepiness completely gone.
Now, is it too late to explain that the younger son was the leader's most promising heir, so he was only fulfilling his undercover duty by notifying him of the news, and did not intentionally harass him and make him sleep poorly together...
Yi Zerun sat blankly holding the quilt for a while, then suddenly sighed.
If he had known about it, he would have made ten harassment calls... No, the undercover agent was looking for a contact to give information. How could this be called harassment? He should have called a few more calls until Gin woke up directly and received this important information on the spot.
…
After finishing his recollection, Izarun put away the newly purchased water gun and leaned against the car in a daze.
It is not difficult to find the bomber. Just ask some lax colleagues in the police department. However, such a big case will increase the police investigation. If he finds the murderer behind the police, how should he kidnap the prisoner?
He is only familiar with killing targets surrounded by police. This time he wants to bring the murderer back alive, or get part of the body that can prove his identity...
Yi Zerun was worried when his phone suddenly vibrated.
[Friedman said you have to deal with the bombing case, and I also want to go find the bomber for revenge. Do you want to work together?——angostura]
【I would be happy to...】
Izarun glanced at the "revenge" mentioned in the email and typed the rest:
[Can you tell me how the bomber provoked you?——jerez]
If he was asked to choose between angering Gin and Angostura, he would rather rebel in front of Gin than touch Angostura's property.
The former is to make a hole in the head and restart the earth online in an easy way to die, while the latter is a variety of ways to dispose of ashes.
But he was very curious about what the other party had done. Angstra would not be angry with the person who tried to kill him, and proposed revenge... Could it be that his house was lost again?
[He blew up the courtyard of my villa and wounded my men in the building last night.——angostura]
[Understood. Where should I pick you up?——jerez]
[Metropolitan Police Department. I just finished the transcript.——angostura]
[Okay, I'll be there right away. You go to the park next to me and wait for me. Please check the location of the bomber first and try to solve the task as quickly as possible.——jerez]
【Okay.——angostura】
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Jing Baiye finished the transcript and left the Metropolitan Police Department.
Originally, he wanted to wash the coat before returning it to Officer Matsuda, but during this period, he had to work in the information team during the day and take care of Toru Amuro at night. He had no time to come to the Metropolitan Police Department for the time being, so he returned it on the spot.
Friedman never stopped him from beginning to end. He looked at Matsuda Jinpei's face with an expression of "Sure enough, this will happen."
After leaving the Metropolitan Police Department, Friedman drove straight away.
Jing Baiye went to the nearby park and quickly found Jerez Brandy according to the system map.
He was still wearing the same police uniform he had seen in Hakone Town. Due to the bombings in the past two days, many police officers came to the Metropolitan Police Department to assist. Faced with colleagues who might see him, he had no intention of disguising himself.
However, Jing Baiye didn't say much to remind him, he opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.
"How is she these days?" Jing Baiye was very concerned about his first female subordinate.
"It's pretty good. He works hard and has good talent." Jerez held the steering wheel with a relaxed and casual smile on his face, "Where is the bomber?"
"Okuho Town."
Jing Baiye opened the system map. After the map was upgraded to level two, the tracking ability also increased.
He operated the phone a few times, and his system map was immediately displayed on the screen. He handed the phone to Jerez.
Jerez fixed his cell phone to the steering wheel and looked at the red dot marked Moritani Teiji on it. The undercover agent who liked to sigh sighed quietly:
"It's almost outside the limits of Tokyo. It's surrounded by mountains and villages... Isn't this guy really good at running?"
With such complaints on his lips, the black car quickly left the park and drove toward the suburbs.
Along the way, Jerez easily avoided the traffic police and all the cameras, leaving Jing Baiye, who wanted to finish him off, absolutely no place to take action.
The car soon drove into a sparsely populated street, surrounded by tall buildings. Jing Baiye looked out through the car window and found that this was a good sniper spot.
His eyes flashed past a certain high-rise building, and a bright light flashed past. His face, which was good at sniping, suddenly changed, but when he saw the blue dot and name displayed on the system map clearly, he was stunned for a moment.
"Jerez, there..."
"Bang--"
The window next to the driver's seat shattered, and a bullet, accompanied by flying broken glass, shot directly into the headrest above the driver's seat, punching a deep hole in it.
There was no blood, no screams, and there was silence in the car as they continued to drive forward.
"..."
Jing Baiye watched Jerez Brandy suddenly lean forward and avoid the headshot.
He leaned back against the headrest where he had been shot as if nothing was wrong. He also put his glasses back on his knees and carefully straightened them on the bridge of his nose.
Jing Baiye looked at the system map and saw that Ginjiu had already left the original sniping location.
"...Are you okay?" He couldn't help but ask.
He had long known that Jerez could dodge bullets, but he didn't expect that he could even dodge snipers... What strange experiments did the organization do on him back then?
"It's okay." Jerez's attitude was as calm as if nothing had happened. "It was just a little fight between Gin and Jiu."
"..."
Jing Baiye was speechless, do you call almost a headshot a little slapstick?
Jerez glanced at him through the rearview mirror in the car: "I can dodge his sniper attacks, and he knows this - warnings within a controllable range are just a small joke."
"And this time it's my fault... He usually wakes up at 5 o'clock in the morning, but he seems to have gone to bed at 3 o'clock in the morning today. I called him at 5 o'clock, which really affected his rest."
Jing Baiye could not detect any anger from Jerez's tone about being sniped.
Not at all. Even very relaxing.
His eyes were the same color as transparent biological fossils such as amber. In the crystal clear, they seemed to condense the last struggle of some kind of creature before death.