Amuro Tooru's eyes flickered, and even his pupils shrank.
It seemed as if he had been genuinely provoked.
But compared to his earlier shouting, he became calmer, though his tone was so cold it could freeze someone to death.
"I have nothing to say about such accusations."
"The various problems in Japan have a long history, and I alone, or even with the help of your young master from the Gold Watch Group, cannot solve them immediately."
"However, the most important concern right now is not that."
“Yuanshan, you’re right about some things. Like Gin, even if he runs to the ends of the earth, as long as I’m determined to find him, I can still do it.”
"You could say that I can keep a close eye on every member of the distillery, from the boss down, and bring them back one by one."
"I'd be willing to spend a lifetime on it."
"But that mysterious boss... I'm not sure if anyone has ever seen his true face, or even knows where he is..."
“He is the root of the distillery. As long as he is not uprooted, he may start his own business after a while.”
"That's not what you want to see either..."
“This is not what any of us want to see,” Yoruichi Toyama continued.
After both of them had vented, he realized the predicament of Amuro Tooru, or rather, the Public Security Bureau.
That's the situation. Generation after generation of undercover agents have gone in, gathering a fair amount of information, but they still can't find the real mastermind behind it all.
If we first try to cut off the tentacles of the criminals reaching out in all directions, it will not only cause unrest in all sectors, but even joint operations by the public security and police may not be reliable.
Whether from a public or private perspective, was Amuro Tooru unwilling to close the net?
He was a police officer with a strong sense of honor and responsibility. Moreover, his childhood friend and comrade-in-arms had also sacrificed their lives in the winery while working undercover.
He must yearn more than anyone for the moment when this vast and evil dark organization will be uprooted and completely destroyed.
"I'm sorry, Amuro," Yoruichi Toyama said sincerely, "I was too impulsive."
"I'll do whatever you say."
Amuro Tooru, with a "how could you get angry with a husky?" look on his face, patted him on the shoulder with a wry smile.
"You never let people finish speaking."
"Did I say I wouldn't do anything? Should I just stand by and watch that fake Matsumoto get cocky?"
...
"This is your police interrogation room?" Yoruichi Toyama looked around the room with a look of disgust. "There's not even an electric chair!"
Amuro Tooru, who was sitting leisurely opposite him, suddenly choked on his saliva and started coughing.
"Ahem... I knew it, you're never serious..."
“There’s nothing I can do,” Yoruichi Toyama shrugged. “Some police officer wanted to keep me in suspense, so he specifically called me to a place like this, but he won’t tell me anything.”
After An Dingtou finished coughing, he returned to his enigmatic expression, a faint smile playing on his lips.
You'll find out in a little while.
They didn't have to wait long.
As soon as the room door opened, several police officers, on high alert, escorted in a tall and burly figure.
The figure appeared unsteady on its feet, as if it had lost the ability to resist.
He was wearing a black hood and his hands were handcuffed behind his back with electronic handcuffs.
He was thus placed on a chair in the center of the interrogation room and placed under strict restraint.
The police officers who retreated seemed to breathe a slight sigh of relief.
"Then, please allow me to introduce myself."
It wasn't Amuro Tooru who spoke, but Kazami Yuya, who came in with the escorts.
"This is one of the organization's elite officers, codenamed—"
"Ireland."
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