In order to quell the "storm" he had caused, and also to offer some consolation to the two female traffic police officers who had been working hard on patrol.
Yuzuru smiled and said, "Yumi-nee, Officer Naoko, you've worked hard tonight. I heard... the traffic patrol cars are quite old, and their performance seems to be outdated?"
Miyamoto Yumi's attention was immediately diverted. She rubbed her still slightly red ears and began to pour out her grievances, her resentment overflowing.
"It's not just a few years old, it's practically an antique! Slow acceleration, high fuel consumption, and the air conditioning is unreliable. It's unbearably hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter! We've submitted several reports to our superiors requesting a new car, but the budget just won't be approved! We're broke!"
The tone of his voice was so poignant that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.
Yuzuru nodded with deep sympathy: "I see... It will indeed affect work efficiency and... well, the mood of the officers."
"Perfect timing. The Suzuki Group is currently considering donating a batch of new patrol cars to the Metropolitan Police Department to thank the police for their hard work in maintaining the security of Tokyo. I'll talk to Ayako about it."
The sponsorship will be prioritized for the transportation department, which is working the hardest and most in need of upgrades; it should be in place soon.
"real?!!!"
Miyamoto Yumi's eyes widened instantly, brighter than car headlights, and she was so excited she almost jumped out of her chair!
New patrol car!
It was sponsored by the Suzuki Group, so it's definitely top-of-the-line!
The performance, comfort, and air conditioning are absolutely top-notch.
No more worrying about turning your summer duty into a hot plate!
"Young Master Yuzuru! No! Young Master Yuzuru! Grand Master Yuzuru!"
Miyamoto Yumi suddenly broke free from Sato Miwako's somewhat loosened "clutches," and pounced on Hanyu Kusunoki like a hungry tiger, grabbing his hands tightly and shaking them excitedly.
"From today onwards, you are my younger brother. Anyone who messes with you is messing with me, Miyamoto Yumi. From now on, in Beika... no, in Japan, who dares to cause you trouble? Speeding, illegal parking, drunk driving... ugh! In short, the traffic department will be your strongest support."
She's determined to be friends with this person, and even Jesus can't stop her!
Sato Miwako: "..."
Miike Naeko: "......"
Ai: "......"
Where is your dignity? Where is your integrity?
It's just a new car, I can sponsor you, sister...
Okay, I can't sponsor a single thing.
Seeing Miyamoto Yumi so excited about a patrol car that she was about to give herself to Hanyu Nanami, she sighed softly.
Forget it, I'm tired. Let's just destroy it.
I envy those despicable rich people who can solve everything with money. If she were that rich, she would have... she would have...
It seems there's not much she can do, since she's a police officer.
......
The late-night snack, filled with jokes and laughter, was finally finished.
Yumi Miyamoto and Naoko Miike will continue their patrols. Until the bomber is caught, all police forces must remain on high alert, and working around the clock is the norm.
Being a police officer isn't an easy job.
"Let's go, let's go, Miaozi, keep working! For our new car!" Miyamoto Yumi energetically pulled up Miike Miaozi, who was still sipping her milk tea.
"S-senpai, slow down..." Miike Naoko almost choked and hurriedly picked up her police cap.
Sato Miwako also stood up, straightened her clothes, and said to Ai, her tone carrying a hint of dependence that she herself was unaware of: "Haibara-san, let's go too. We still need your help to analyze that criminal's code and see if there are any details we've missed."
It's actually quite embarrassing to admit.
My face even felt a little hot.
With so many experienced police officers and highly paid expert consultants, the Metropolitan Police Department is now relying on a little girl to help crack a code, which is crucial for solving the case.
No wonder the media often criticizes them for being incompetent.
Sorry, we're useless...
As for the fact that the average professional level of the police officers might not be ideal, a certain former scientist from the organization, Lolita, was well aware of this; otherwise, she wouldn't have been trapped by the organization for so many years without receiving a reliable rescue.
So I've long since gotten used to it, and even become a little numb to it.
She nodded expressionlessly and walked towards the door first, her small figure exuding a reliable academic aura.
Miwako Sato followed behind her like a servant.
The scene was strangely harmonious.
Just as Yuzuru was about to follow, Miyamoto Yumi quietly tugged at him and gave him a wink, signaling him to wait a moment.
Yuzuru understood and slowed his pace.
After Sato Miwako and Ai got into the red Mazda, Miyamoto Yumi pulled Hanyu Nana to her blue and white patrol car.
The cool night breeze ruffled the hair beneath her hat brim, and the playful laughter on her face subsided slightly, replaced by a rare seriousness as she lowered her voice and asked:
"Hanyu-kun, tell me the truth... are you trying to woo Miwako?"
"Cough cough..."
Taken aback by this sudden direct approach, Yuzuru coughed twice, touched his nose, and gave a somewhat helpless yet amused look. "Yumi-nee, isn't this... a bit of a jump in the topic?"
"Oh, what's there to be embarrassed about admitting to me?"
Yumi Miyamoto winked playfully, giving him an expression that said, "I saw right through you, you little rascal, still pretending."
"My Miwako has a great figure and is incredibly beautiful. Although she can be a bit reckless when solving cases, has a short temper, and is slightly absent-minded, she's definitely a one-in-a-million woman! The line of men wanting to date her could stretch from the Metropolitan Police Department to Tokyo Bay!"
She paused, her tone becoming slightly more serious: "This bomber... is very special to Miwako. What happened three years ago is like a thorn that has been stuck in her heart."
I know that although she appears strong on the surface, she hasn't truly moved on. As her best friend, I want more than anyone for her to let go of the past and start afresh.
Her gaze drifted towards the red Mazda, a hint of worry in her eyes: "If... I mean if, we really do run into that madman again tonight, Miwako will definitely rush at him without thinking... I'm really worried about her."
At this moment, she was no longer the carefree, lively, and quirky traffic policewoman, but a sister who genuinely worried about her close friend.
After saying that, she turned back and looked intently at Yuzuru, her eyes filled with a strange trust and entrustment: "So... Yuzuru-kun, if you can... please, you must... you absolutely must protect her. I don't know why, but I always feel... if it were you, maybe you could do it."
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