Chapter 2437 2449 [How many shots did you fire]
Thinking about the increasingly delicate relationship between his FBI team and the local police, James couldn't help but feel overwhelmed: "This is not what I expected... Never mind, things have come to this point, I can only try to salvage it."
…
Not long after the three backbones returned to the base, other FBI agents also rushed back one after another.
The experienced agents acted in an orderly manner. Some of them found a place to lock up the men in black who had been captured with great difficulty, while the others went into the living room.
James looked at them and remembered that they were the men sent to find the shells: "Did you find them all?"
Several people nodded proudly. As soon as they finished nodding, they looked at their other companions who were nodding, and were stunned for a moment, as if they were all a little confused.
"?" Judy keenly noticed something was wrong. Considering that these people had just walked around Uzo's stage, she asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." One of the sturdy men raised his elbow and nudged his colleague next to him, half joking and half complaining, "I worked hard to pick up more than a dozen bullet shells in the dark. Why are you so proud? People who don't know would think you picked them all up."
"Ah?" The colleague was stunned for a moment, and then looked back at me with a look that said, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick plastic bag.
My colleague threw the bag of more than a dozen bullet shells onto the coffee table and muttered, "I was the one who picked them up, how did it become you?"
The sturdy man was stunned: "You...you stole my shell?!"
He subconsciously reached for his pocket, but felt something bulging in it. He reached out suspiciously and with a clatter, a plastic bag filled with a lot of bullet shells appeared in front of everyone - nothing was missing.
The two of them looked at each other, then looked down at the two plastic bags full of things, with a confused look on their faces: "?"
The other two colleagues who were assigned to pick up the shell casings were also stunned. After two seconds, they began to search their pockets blankly... and then took out the same thing.
James: “……?”
Akai Shuichi: "..."
Judy: “…”
Judy rushed forward in confusion, took their bags and poured out the shells. She soon saw the problem: "The model is different, this one is also different, and this one, hiss, this shell is from many years ago, it's so rusty... Whose shell did you pick up?"
"I, I don't know either." The FBI agent scratched his head, a little aggrieved, "It was so dark, I saw something of similar shape and quickly picked it up... I didn't expect there were other shell casings there."
The others nodded quickly, obviously having the same idea.
One of them suddenly realized: "No wonder. Before I arrived at the scene, I thought this was an impossible task, but when I got to the general location and just looked around, I actually found two in a row.
"Then I followed my instinct and reached in a random direction. Soon I found all the shells. At that time, I thought I was so lucky today. It was as if the goddess of luck had possessed me. But now, alas..."
Judy: “…”
She didn't know whether the goddess of luck had come. She only knew that she had a new understanding of the density of Tokyo's lawless lunatics. Looking back at herself who had just arrived here and knew nothing about the environment, the young FBI agent couldn't help but sigh and was very glad that she was not suddenly shot twice by a passerby for no apparent reason.
James didn't expect things to turn out like this. He sighed and said, "Let's find out which shells are ours first."
Several people walked forward, poured out all the shell casings in the four bags, and pieced them together to find the things that belonged to Shuichi Akai.
The bad news: “A few are missing.”
But there seems to be good news.
James took a deep breath and tried to be optimistic. "There are so many bullet shells sleeping in the park, which is enough to prove that their police are not paying attention to them. In this case, it is not obvious that Shuichi's bullets are mixed in."
Judy nodded. "I just watched the video uploaded by the onlookers. Fortunately, due to the suddenness of the incident and the obstruction of the sports car, no one captured the shooting. What they captured was Xiuyi with a parachute, uh..."
Judy came back to her senses, coughed, and got to the point stiffly: "Since the police don't know that someone fired a gun, they won't deliberately investigate the shells. Even if they did, there are so many types of shells..."
She looked at the pile of things on the coffee table with mixed feelings. "They may not be able to find us that quickly. By the time they come to our door, we will have already asked those people in black what they need. We don't have to worry about spending too much time entangled with the police."
"This is all we can do for now." Shuichi Akai turned on the TV, pressed the remote control a few times, and finally stopped at the local news channel.
As expected, what just happened has been shown on the screen, and a well-known reporter is broadcasting it live passionately.
“…”
After watching in silence for a while, forcing himself to listen to some nonsensical analysis, Akai Shuichi silently pressed the power off button.
Then he turned around and said calmly amid the mixed gazes of his colleagues, some sympathetic and some weird, "Don't go looking for shell casings recently. Based on my understanding of that person, he may have already made use of the situation to come up with a series of scenarios, just waiting for us to fall into his trap."
Several FBI agents who had helped him a lot breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and their gazes towards him softened a little.
Judy didn't dwell on this too much. She focused on the long-term: "Now that we have caught those men in black, I hope we can get enough useful information from them."
Shuichi Akai was not optimistic when he recalled the great help from a certain thief during the capture process.
Since those men in black were already being interrogated by their colleagues, he simply skipped this step and started talking about his future plans - this was the result of his careful thinking on the way back.
Akai Shuichi looked around at everyone present and said, "Recently, we have been distracted too much by Uzo and have neglected the original focus."
Colleagues were confused: "What was the original focus?"
Shuichi Akai: "Why did we come to Tokyo in the first place?"
James twirled his pale beard, thinking the question was baffling, but he still answered politely: "Investigating the Black Organization?"
After being reminded, Judy suddenly remembered a figure who had murdered her father. "Vermouth!"
"That's right." Akai Hide nodded, "During this period, we have been attracted too much attention by 'that person' and have neglected the original focus."
(End of this chapter)
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