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"We've got news from the Intelligence Department that the target has booked a ship at nine tonight. This is the room number. They should be conducting the transaction here."

The ferocious-looking man in black briefly explained the situation, then looked at the man who had been inexplicably silent from the beginning, and also fell silent.

The ferocious-looking man, codenamed Tequila, is just an ordinary member of a criminal organization. He suddenly received a new mission today. The only surprise is his partner in the mission, Grappa.

Frankly speaking, he refused at first. Everyone in the organization knew that only a few people could survive a mission with Grappa. Even though they were both codenamed members, Tequila didn't think he was the same as those psychopaths who were killing each other. He avoided Grappa, who was particularly prominent among them. When he heard the offer, he refused without hesitation.

It was not until Gin finally said in a cold tone that Grappa had the boss's orders not to attack the code members that he reluctantly agreed to come over. It was definitely not because he was scared by Gin's cold eyes.

But no one told him that Grappa would just stare at him without saying a word!!!

"Oh, I was distracted just now." The creature with bandages wrapped around his body and wearing a black coat finally stopped being silent and suddenly spoke. At this time, he was sitting on the shipping container, looking like a big boss.

"The mission target is right there, right? Here, this is a bomb, just carry it over and install it."

Tequila took the suitcase from the other party subconsciously. Even though they were on the same level, he obeyed Grappa's order subconsciously. However, after the other party finished speaking, he fell silent again. He asked in confusion:

"So what do you do?"

"I'm responsible for pressing the □□."

Grappa spoke calmly, his voice sounding dull and hoarse through the mask band on his face, but he didn't sound guilty at all.

"And then?" Tequila couldn't help but ask.

"And then the bomb went off and it was over," Grappa said before turning away, not even noticing the tequila fluttering in the wind.

No, what about you, what are you doing???

———

So why is it so hot today!!!

At this time, Noel was dressed in grappa, a black coat with a hood, a bandage and a mask, wrapping himself up completely without any air circulation, but the weather was already scorching hot.

What's wrong here? Last week, it was the Blizzard Villa case and I was wearing a down jacket. The week before, it was the Kiri Tengu case. It was early spring and the cherry blossoms were falling. It's only been a few days, why is it so hot? ! !

This wasn't the first time he had to cover himself up so strictly in the summer, but in the past Grappa's missions were either carried out in the middle of the night or in dark environments such as abandoned garages. Standing in the open-air port under the sun just after the afternoon, even the sea breeze became hot wind, and he was really hot.

The police should be here soon, so...

A man in black found a corner of the warehouse and went in. Then a coolly dressed Sora Natsukawa made a flashing appearance.

Noel tidied her clothes with satisfaction, threw her black coat and bandage into the sea (good kids, don't learn to litter!), and then walked casually among the crowd without worrying about being seen at the nearby Tequila.

After all, who would have thought that under the coat of Grappa, a member of the sinister and terrifying organization, was a white T-shirt with Chunli printed on it! Who would have thought!!!

Although there is still some distance before the birth of Pokémon, The King of Fighters has been around for six or seven years. As a game enthusiast, Noel naturally stocked up on related peripherals early on. Of course, the one he is wearing is custom-made, but because it is a short-sleeved shirt, he has rarely worn it before.

After finding a place that was more convenient for watching the show, Noel waited until a bunch of police cars suddenly appeared. The leading one was much faster than the others and came over quickly. Inside was naturally a certain policeman with purple eyes, long hair and a meddlesome disposition.

"We received a report that someone was carrying a bomb. We cordoned off the scene and searched for it as quickly as possible."

The police who got off the car quickly and efficiently cordoned off the scene, and the port staff also stopped working to cooperate. This kind of place is often searched, so people are not surprised.

The police car behind also stopped quickly, and the well-trained guards holding detectors began to search for the bomb in a well-trained manner. The black curly-haired man in the lead also had a serious expression on his face. It must be said that he was pretending very well.

Noel stood aside and commented, but soon his out-of-place demeanor attracted the attention of the police.

"What are you doing here?" The police who were searching for the bomber looked nervous. After all, they did believe there was a bomb here.

"I know this man. Let me do it." Kenji Hagiwara saw this acquaintance from a distance, walked over and patted the police officer to let him continue working, then looked at the man in front of him.

He also recognized Chun-Li on the other person's T-shirt, but what attracted more attention was the out-of-place wristband on the other person's wrist.

"It's really hard to work in this hot weather wearing this, uncle." Noel was the first to speak. The other party, a police officer from the investigation department, was wearing a gray-blue suit. Although it looked good, it really felt hot.

"There's nothing we can do," Hagiwara Kenji said helplessly, then asked with a smile, "So what are you doing here, Xiaokong, on such a hot day?"

"Collecting photos," Noel said as he handed the other person his cell phone, which contained an album of photos of the scenery nearby.

"I almost forgot that you're a cartoonist, Xiaokong. I don't even know your pen name."

"Can't you check it yourself? You are a policeman."

"It's precisely because we're the police that we can't conduct investigations on our own."

The conversation between the two did not last long. After all, Kenji Hagiwara had an important mission to complete, so he said a few words and left.

As for whether Natsukawa Sora is the suspect of the bombing, not to mention that the bombing incident was originally made up by them, just looking at the formal attire of Natsukawa Sora with nothing on him except a cell phone, one would not suspect him.

Kenji Hagiwara rubbed his head with a headache, and after figuring that the time was about right and that he had done enough, he exchanged glances with Jinpei Matsuda.

Jinpei Matsuda nodded and led his team to another large ship that was unloading cargo, which was their target ship.

Soon, the detectors showed that the goods were not daily necessities on the reported list and contained certain special metals. So with a wave of the hand, the goods were seized in the name of the authorities on the grounds that further inspection was needed.

Finally it was done. Hagiwara Kenji breathed a sigh of relief and was about to pretend to search once more before leaving on the pretext of making a false report, but suddenly he heard a police officer anxiously reporting:

"Officer Hagiwara, a suspect has been found. A bomb has been found in his belongings and he has been arrested."

?

Kenji Hagiwara looked at each other in confusion, feeling a little dazed.

So there really was a bomb? ! !

"The bomb was remotely controlled. I have already dismantled it," the man with black curly hair came over, still holding the bomb disposal tool in his hand. "They will be responsible for sending the bomb to the identification room for analysis. I will go back to the police station with you..."

"etc."

Kenji Hagiwara looked at Jinpei Matsuda with a puzzled look on his face. The other party's overly frank attitude made him doubt his life.

"Didn't Beth tell you that there would be a suspect?" After making sure that no one around could hear the conversation, Matsuda Jinpei scratched his head impatiently.

"He didn't tell me..." Hagiwara Kenji looked confused, and then couldn't help asking: "Then is he, uh, a scapegoat?"

"A codename member of that organization." Matsuda Jinpei frowned and said, "He is not an innocent person."

"Although there is no immediate evidence that he is a member of a criminal organization, the charges of illegal carrying of explosives in public and attempted crime are enough to keep him in custody for a while."

"As for what actions the undercover senior executive will take, we need to be on high alert."

"Even so, I don't feel I can be completely sure of arresting him." Hagiwara Kenji said, stroking his chin. After all, he was helpless. This was a secret organization registered with the Metropolitan Police Department. There were even undercover agents at the top levels. Even if the evidence was conclusive, they could find excuses to get away with it. As a member of an official organization, he would ultimately be subject to some restrictions.

"Bass should have a backup plan, but he didn't tell me." Matsuda Kenji's tone was a little unhappy. He always hated the feeling of being kept in the dark, but at the moment he could only take one step at a time. He said:

"Evacuate first. I will take a car with the suspect just in case."

Although Jinpei Matsuda is a member of the Security Department and is not in the same department as the Investigation Division that needs to escort the suspect, Jinpei Matsuda's fighting ability is high enough. Not to mention that the entire Investigation Division 2 knows that their new Inspector Hagiwara was originally from the Equipment Department and grew up with Inspector Matsuda and was a colleague in the same class. They also know this Inspector with high fighting ability and ridiculous bomb disposal efficiency, so they naturally welcome his help. After all, the rules do not prohibit helping each other.

"Okay, I'll drive."

Hagiwara had no choice but to agree.

———

Watching the two men escorting Tequila, who was dressed in black and still in a daze, into the police car and driving away, Noel nodded with satisfaction, feeling that his efforts were not in vain. He immediately sent a message to Masashi in the Public Security Bureau, saying that the bomber who had just been taken back by the search unit was actually a code member of the organization and to intercept him quickly. Seeing the "received" message from the other party, Noel handed over his phone with satisfaction.

Anyway, the relationship between the Public Security Bureau and the Metropolitan Police Department has always been bad. I can still enjoy the show by just adding fuel to the fire. Today's coverage has paid off.

As for what the police think of Ikaros, it doesn't matter. They can't trace it back to me anyway.

"Grappa, what's going on?" Gin received a call asking for culpability soon after receiving the news, but Noel took the opportunity to turn the tables and said in an unhappy tone:

"I also want to know why the police suddenly showed up, in the name of searching for bombers!"

The deliberately suppressed voice was like suppressed anger, which made Gin on the other side stunned for a moment. Noel seized this opportunity and began to accuse:

"So, I just made the decision to use the bomb yesterday, and the news was leaked to the police today, Gin."

"Besides you, I think only the Intelligence Department and the Equipment Department know about this."

"I think it's time for them to investigate. I would be happy to execute these traitors myself."

After getting the blame for his mistakes, Noel hung up the phone feeling refreshed and prepared to go to BOSS to visit Gin again. He was in a good mood.

Soon, another message came into the phone, from Silvani.

Noel looked at the message happily and found that the other party mentioned that he had to go to the United States for something and would not meet this Thursday.

The feeling of receiving this kind of good news so quickly was so exciting that when Noel received a call and someone invited him to go out on Thursday, he agreed without hesitation.

After coming to his senses, Noel finally realized that he had agreed to the invitation of Conan the God of Death, and he could no longer hold back his excitement.

Why on earth should I agree!!!