As soon as they got into the police car, Megure Juzo received a phone call.
"ah?!"
"There was an explosion on the top floor of the Daikoku Building?!"
"The explosion site was a bar?"
Sakaki Makoto smiled knowingly, but it soon disappeared.
No matter how fast Gin acted, it was impossible for him to arrange the explosion, evacuation, etc. within a few minutes of receiving the text message.
In other words...
He had anticipated this and simply blew up the bar to destroy all traces.
sharp...
Sakaki Makoto doesn't want to see such a person become an enemy.
Fortunately, they are still teammates for now.
After hanging up the phone, Megure Jusan's face looked extremely ugly.
The clues that were finally obtained were lost again...
"Exploded?"
Nakajima Hideaki was feeling anxious:
"Then what should I do..."
"rest assured."
Megure Jusan glanced at him from the rearview mirror:
“Prison is the safest place.”
"You sold important business secrets. I'm afraid you'll have to spend a few years in jail."
"When you get out, they won't remember you."
Nakajima Hideaki, who did not provide any useful information, certainly did not deserve the greetings of bullets.
Killing him will only make the Metropolitan Police Department pay more attention to the Black Organization.
After getting off the car, Sakaki Makoto waved his hand in a certain direction and stroked his throat with his index finger.
Sliding your index finger across your throat doesn't mean you're going to kill someone.
It's a tactical term, retreat.
He was hinting to the snipers sent by the organization, telling them that the crisis was over and they could retreat.
On the rooftop of a building 500 meters away.
"He actually wants us to retreat?"
Chianti looked away from the scope, surprised.
On the side, Cohen had already started packing up his stuff silently.
"What the hell? There's no chance for me to appear..."
Chianti was a little unhappy.
“It’s a good thing that we don’t have to shoot.”
Cohen said in a deep voice:
"This proves that our organization has not been exposed."
“You should be happy.”
“Tsk.”
After smacking his tongue, Chianti began to disassemble the sniper rifle:
"retreat!"
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