Chapter 149 Infiltrating the Metropolitan Police Department
Chapter 149 Sneaking into the Metropolitan Police Department
At two o'clock in the morning, Miyamoto Aito opened his eyes on time.
Dafu Xiong sat up from the bed, got out of bed, and put on his clothes.
Aito also quickly changed his clothes.
His wardrobe is filled with all kinds of white sweatshirts and shirts.
He originally wore more sweatshirts, but since going to school, he has worn more shirts, because Hideki Morohoshi and others also have the same style of clothing.
Most of them are in the style of small suits.
He is still more accustomed to wearing a sweatshirt when doing tasks.
Because there is a hat, you can wear it.
"Let's go to the Metropolitan Police Department." He changed into his sweater and stretched out his hand to take Dafu.
Dafu put on the invisibility cloak, picked up the boy, and shrouded the boy in the invisibility cloak.
The figures of one person and one bear disappeared in the house instantly.
Only the wide open windows and the curtains swaying slightly in the wind were left.
…
Aito has been to the Metropolitan Police Department.
At that time, I had already memorized the structure of the Metropolitan Police Department.
Including the locations of various departments.
So this time we arrived at our destination with ease.
Confidential Office of the Metropolitan Police Department and Ministry of Public Security.
There were only two people inside.
Originally, Kazami Yuya should be in this office.
But the other party was caught.
As for the two still in the office, they should be Yuya Kazami's subordinates or colleagues.
Aito doesn't care about their identities.
He was hugged by Dafu and quickly approached one of them.
Then he stretched out his hand, covered the other person's mouth, and broke the other person's neck neatly from behind.
Then he gently asked the other party to lie down on the desk.
Then he walked towards the other person.
He stretched out his hand again and broke the opponent's neck neatly.
Still letting the other person's body lie quietly on the table.
Then Dafu took off his invisibility cloak, and a figure of one person and one bear appeared in the office.
Dafu used a shrinking light on the two corpses, turned them into ant-sized corpses, put them into evidence bags, and put them into his coat pockets.
Aito sat in front of their computer, with a thin film on the pads of his hands, typing on the keyboard, and began to browse the information stored in the police computer information database.
The glowing blue light reflected on his face, dyeing the white hair with a hint of blue.
He looked at the information that popped up in the database.
Archives about Jiang Guling.
Although it is a top secret file, most people do not have permission to view it.
But he didn't come in through authority, and naturally he didn't need to rely on authority to access it.
only need to……
Crack the permissions and you can view it.
His fingers tapped on the keyboard, making a rhythmic sound.
The information on the screen kept scrolling down.
It is almost impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.
But Liuyan can do it.
There are many members of Team Zero, all scattered in police stations across the country.
And everyone has their own downline, and the downlines will also be registered in the zero group.
So there are more people.
Aito's focus is not on these people, but...
An existence related to Jianggu Zero.
The behind-the-scenes director of the Planning Section of the Police Bureau of the National Police Agency.
There are many members of the Ministry of Public Security. If we want to kill them all, we simply cannot kill them one by one.
Moreover, many members have nothing to do with the organization. Even if they are both members of the Ministry of Public Security, their tasks are different.
Both the uncle and papa said something to him——
Killing is only a means, not an end.
Killing those who don't matter is just a waste of time and energy.
Therefore, it is a waste of time and energy for him to memorize information that has nothing to do with members.
A piece of information appeared on the computer screen.
It is also top secret information.
Kuroda Hei, his position is - the director behind the Intelligence Section 2.
It can also be said that he is the director behind the scenes of the Planning Section of the Police Bureau.
"Found it, Brother Tou's boss." The boy with white hair and blue eyes stopped typing on the keyboard and looked at the information on the screen with a delighted tone.
There is even a photo of the other party’s ID.
His hair is old gray-white, his right eye appears to have a burn scar, he has a Chinese character face, his skin color is dark, and he looks about fifty years old.
"The next step is to find him, and then... kill him!" I don't know what he thought of, but the young man's tone became full of expectation.
"The next step is to erase Brother Tou's file..." The young man continued to type on the keyboard.
Little by little, traces of the existence of a man named Jiang Guling were eliminated from the police database.
In this way, Brother Tou will completely lose his identity as an undercover agent!
"It's done, let's go." He finally exited the police database and stood up.
"Let's go, Dafu." He stretched out his hand towards Bai Xiong who was waiting on the side, and was hugged by the other party, and disappeared into the office again.
Just as they arrived silently, one person and one bear left silently.
As for the Metropolitan Police Department later discovering that three people were missing, it had nothing to do with him.
The police often perform some special tasks, so it is normal for them to disappear suddenly, right?
Although losing contact usually means...the other party has betrayed or died.
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"The Ministry of Public Security has investigated Mom and Dad. Brother Tohru should have asked Kazami Yuya to investigate." Aito thought of the files he saw in the police archives.
There are two familiar faces.
They were the first two faces he saw since he could remember.
After he read the file, he erased it too.
Kazami Yuya has disappeared, and there should be no way for anyone else to know about it.
"But that file is a bit strange. Who are the parents?" Aito thought about the files on the twins and their identical faces, and sounded confused.
"Let's go to another place, Dafu, Cookies." The white-haired boy said the address he saw on the file.
All investigations are based on that address.
All the information can only be collected because of that address.
So that address must be special.
Maybe go see what you can find.
Dafu and Cookie never say no to Aito.
One person, one bear and one dog, heading in the same direction.
…
They arrived at the building on the outskirts.
Detached house with separate yard.
The white flowers in the yard bloom gracefully under the moonlight.
"The white camellia is the flower that uncle likes." Aito said as he glanced at the flowers in the yard.
That uncle liked white camellia very much. Every time Aito received a gift or so-called lucky money from the other party, he would always bring it with a fresh white camellia that looked like it had just been broken off.
"The flower language of white camellia is innocence and cherished love."
"I think it suits you very well." The uncle said.
So Aito also fell in love with white camellia.
Because this is the flower that uncle likes.
The book says that this kind of love he has is called Aiwujiwu.
"Let's go in and take a look." Dafu carried the boy into the yard and walked towards the gate.
There are surveillance cameras all over the house, even hidden in the tree trunks in the yard.
Invisibility cloaks allow them to remain undetected by surveillance cameras.
Dafu opened the door and walked in openly.
From the surveillance camera, we couldn't see anyone outside the door, so we could only guess whether the wind blew the door open.
Aito blinked after stepping into the hall.
It seems like...
It's where he lived.
It turns out that the place where he lived for so long looked like this.
The only place in this building that he was familiar with was...
Aito's eyes fell to the ground.
It's just that one room.
Compared to the area of this building, one room is insignificant.
I can't write about strategies, damn it, I can't write exciting battles of wits with my IQ, so I decided not to touch on my weaknesses.