Since he is the eldest brother, it doesn't matter if I show him some respect. Vodka sat in the driver's seat and even started to think about bringing Liqueur some kind of gift as an apology to his uncle.
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神谷哲也不知道伏特加到底想了什麼離譜的東西，不然놛可能直接讓某그感受一下什麼叫作“長輩的關愛”——往死里揍。
At two o'clock in the morning, I sat up straight in bed and was startled by the piano strings that were stretched out in front of me.
"Did I accidentally press the button?" Kamiya Tetsuya looked dazed. He felt the button on the bed and retracted the piano wire.
This mechanism was once used by Tetsuya Kamiya to hang snack bags. It was a blessing for lazy people to be able to get snacks by just raising their hands. Later, it also served as a defensive function to prevent sneaky people from approaching.
However, I had just finished a batch of snacks recently and hadn't had time to hang it up. Maybe I was drowsy last night and didn't notice it, so I don't know if it scared Toru Amuro.
Anyway, the organizers won't be so bad that they can't avoid something like this, right?
With a messy head of hair, Xianyu dragged a box of snacks from under the bed and nibbled on them.
Ten minutes later, feeling that he had finally filled his stomach, Kamiya Tetsuya finally looked like he was "alive". He leaned against the head of the bed and took out the mission phone that had been left in the room for several days and looked through it. There was a message from Shirley, asking when she would go to get the medical examination data.
Half a day after Shirley sent the message, Gin also sent her an assassination mission. After receiving no reply, the single message became a "?", and finally it was just a blank.
Tetsuya Kamiya felt a little guilty, but soon he became righteous.
You are solving problems for the organization, and you solved them while on vacation. The organization should pay you. What's the big deal about just a mission?
I'm not pretending to sleep to avoid Gin's questioning!
Thinking of the sorcerer who had not been dealt with yet, Kamiya Tetsuya became a little more serious. He took out the encrypted cell phone, turned the call volume to the highest setting, and made a call.
It was 2:30 in the morning. In the office on the upper floor of the Metropolitan Police Department, the bright lights made the room seem as if it were daytime. The spacious desk was piled with piles of documents.
A young man wearing glasses, who looks no more than ten years old, is busy reviewing official documents. The dark circles under his eyes and bitter coffee fill the night of this office worker.
"Come in."
"Inspector Ruozhu, here are the documents you requested." The door opened, and the police officer, who could no longer hold back his yawn, placed a dozen documents on the table.
The young man looked indifferent and said without even raising his head: "It's hard work."
The police officer hesitated for a while and said, "You have been working overtime for a week. For the sake of your health, you should go back and rest early."
"Thank you for your concern." Still no extra movements.
The police officer said nothing more, closed the door and slipped away to meet his colleagues.
Colleague: "Is Superintendent Ruozhu still working? Is he made of iron?"
The police officer sighed: "No wonder he was promoted to the position of Superintendent in just a few years, it's really amazing."
Colleagues agree: "It's just that his personality is too cold. I've observed that he never speaks more than two words a day!"
"This does not affect our work efficiency." The police officer said proudly, "We Japanese police officers are like police officers, and we are the glory of a generation of police officers!"
"It's the spear of justice!"
The two were so excited that they wanted to follow Wakatake Naoki's example and sacrifice themselves for the country.
In the room, the phone rang suddenly. Wakatake Naoki turned on his phone and saw the contact number displayed on it. His breath paused for a moment. After turning on the signal interference and checking the surrounding equipment, he walked into the well-soundproofed toilet and answered the phone.
"Senior Liqueur." He shouted a little excitedly, "You finally called me! Is it about some cooperative task? It's already two o'clock in the morning, and your schedule..."
Kamiya Tetsuya skillfully put the phone away from his ear, and after the other party finished his passionate opening remarks, he calmly said: "No mission, Gad, you should be aware of the police's movements tonight, right? Those sorcerers are coming for you."
The young man called Gad calmed down and pushed his glasses: "Yes, those sorcerers cannot reveal their identities in front of ordinary people, so they can only report to the government through secret channels. When they noticed that they mentioned your name, they temporarily withheld the information."
Tetsuya Kamiya: "Well done!"
The vengeful Salted Fish complained a lot, blaming the sorcerer for all the things that happened to him, including making him eat half a day late. Finally, he said, "You can handle the rest."
Gad: "Okay, I got it. So you haven't eaten well recently, right? The fully automatic massage chair I asked you to send last time..."
With a click, the phone hung up.
It is said that the young policeman, who never spoke more than two words a day, almost broke the faucet with his bare hands. He sat on the toilet with a look of resentment on his face, and was so sad that tears were about to fall.
놛 muttered: "Senior Liqueur only said thirty words to 놖 before hanging up the phone without even saying goodbye... Damn it, it's Gin's fault!"
"Ahhh, those sorcerers are simply courting death!"
After venting his anger in the toilet, Naoki Wakatake, who had been undercover in the police force for many years, calmly returned to the office with a head full of water, but his eyes were still a little red.
He quickly wrote a well-reasoned document on the disposal plan for the sorcerers, embellishing the disaster they had caused, and then sent it back to the Metropolitan Police Department for backup.
Early the next morning, the sorcerers who were charged with crimes such as fugitives, terrorists, kidnappers, and building bombings were sent to the strict prisons and forced to do two months of labor, even if they had special identities to protect them.
녤Thinking that they will soon be able to return to Tokyo and continue their previous lives: ???
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Kamiya Tetsuya hung up the phone with 땡加德, feeling that he had survived a disaster.
For this member of the Three Good Organization who has been undercover in the police for many years and has made great contributions to the organization, the attitude of "I will find him if there is any trouble, and don't bother him if there is no trouble" has always been held.
Because you really are - too talkative!
Tetsuya Kamiya still remembers the time more than ten years ago when he was in charge of taking care of Kade and was almost harassed and suffered from tinnitus.
Because of this guy, for the first time, I even thought about being a corporate slave and doing tasks.
But soon, because of his overly righteous appearance, 땡加德 was chosen to be an undercover police officer, and he rescued the salted fish who was almost killed in the talk therapy.
Kamiya Tetsuya never understood why 놋그 could talk about everything from how nice the weather was today to the structure of a bomb, and he could even detect whether 눕놛 was distracted during a high-intensity loss, and act like he was deeply hurt.
As expected, policemen have good tempers. They can tolerate such a level of verbal abuse and give him a chance for promotion. If it were 놛, he would have been sent to fill cement in Tokyo Bay long ago.
Tetsuya Kamiya was deeply moved.
However, although he talks a lot, he is capable of doing things and is good at listening. When faced with requests from his seniors, he always responds to them and handles things properly.
Putting the useful wine glasses behind his mind, Tetsuya Kamiya finally had time to check out the forum.
The things that needed to be done have been completed. I guess the old thief will not miss the opportunity to write a new comic. I am a little curious about how Amuro Toru tricked Gin away. It's a good opportunity to take a look.
When you open the forum with your mind, only one sentence will appear on the semi-transparent interface that you can see.
[Network delay, please try again later.]
Tetsuya Kamiya:?
놛 pressed the button.
[Loading completed, please cover yourself with a blanket, stay safe and stay calm]
Tetsuya Kamiya: ???
Thinking that the forum might be corrupted, Xianyu poked the rotating button in disbelief.
The next second, blah blah——
Suddenly, countless white greeting cards appeared in the room and were thrown at Kamiya Tetsuya.
[Warm reminder, please pay attention to safety]
This sentence was slowly being brushed around the forum, seemingly with some guilt.