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Chapter 222 The traditional spirit of craftsmanship

Shintaro Sato was admitted to the hospital at [-]:[-].

At [-]:[-] p.m., he announced that the gunshot wound involved his heart, resulting in excessive blood loss and his death.

At the same time, the Metropolitan Police also determined that the assassin was Rodrigo Durant, and the pistol used was the P229 reported lost by the SAT unit.

How P229 was lost and why it fell into Durant's hands are matters that need to be investigated.

Before that, the police chief had to lead a group of police supervisors out to bow.

If P229 had not caused Shintaro Sato's death, it would not have much to do with the police chief, and he would not need to hold a press conference and bow.

But Shintaro Sato was killed by the P229 gun lost by the SAT troops.

The Inspector General of Police must bow.

“…Private Marseille with red bean paste!”

The very standard bowing posture and the neat four words are rigorously reflected at this moment.

The six people who bowed looked like one person, without flaws.

"We must arrest the murderer Durant as quickly as possible to give justice to Representative Sato's sacrifice, to the victims of the shrine incident, and to everyone!"

The police chief said some more words, then left the press conference and returned to his office.

The apology on his face quickly turned into anger, and he directly swung the teacup, documents, etc. on the table to the ground. The crackling sound caused by the landing was covered by the roar, "I give you three days! Catch Durant." Arrested!"

"Don't worry, Director, we will do our best!"

"What I want is people! People! If any one of you dares to lose his authority, I will take off his hat. In three days, all of you will resign!"

This has been said very strongly.

But the police director didn't feel at all that what he said now could not be fulfilled.

Shintaro Sato is not an unknown person.

The future prime minister appointed by the political circles, a supernova in the political world.

After losing this candidate, it will not be easy for the Liberal Democratic Party to choose a more competitive prime minister candidate internally.

Previous resources were used to train Shintaro Sato.

Now the position of the future prime minister may change.

If the police chief cannot catch the murderer, he will resign.

Liberal Democratic Party MPs will replace the police chief with someone more capable.

If he is forced to resign, he will definitely let the guys below who harmed him also be forced to resign.

"Hey, we must catch someone!"

The police inspectors present all answered, understanding in their hearts.

If I don't hurry up, I'm afraid there is a real risk of being forced to resign.

……

The sound of police sirens came from afar.

Qingze looked up and saw that the voice seemed to be two or three streets away.

"It's been really rough lately."

A gentle voice sounded.

Qingze glanced sideways and found Mrs. Ishimura leaning against the iron gate of her house.

She was wearing a printed white dress, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes seemed to be able to squeeze out water.

"Young man, do you want to come in and have a cup of ginseng tea?"

Mrs. Ishimura extended the invitation with a smile.

Qingze couldn't hold back his curiosity about her and used his clairvoyance ability.

The thin dress disappeared instantly, and the two toys were very eye-catching.

The thighs are as white as white paper, and their functions seem to be the same as white paper, allowing people to practice calligraphy on them.

It should be said that she is Mrs. Ishimura, and she never disappoints in this regard.

"Need not."

Qingze shook his head, took back his clairvoyance ability, and trotted towards Ayase's apartment.

Mrs. Ishimura's silvery laughter came from behind.

He was very confused. Whether it was Mrs. Ishimura or Takahashi, those women who did not take their innocence seriously were not as disgusting as they seemed in books or movies.

Perhaps it is the appearance of pure kindness that can deceive men.

Qingze returned to the apartment, opened the door and shouted: "I'm back, Chiyo."

There was no response, and no one was seen in the kitchen. They were just on the bar, with two [-]-yuan bills pressed against a teacup, and a piece of white paper placed there.

"I'll work overtime tonight, and I'll use the money to eat."

Chiyo's calligraphy is very beautiful and her drawing skills are quite good.

Draw a smiley face below the words.

Qingze picked up two [-]-yuan bills and fell into deep thought. What should he eat tonight?
After thinking about it, he decided to go to the Thai restaurant on Ayase Commercial Street to solve the problem.

……

The Thai hot pot was still delicious, but the waiter looked at him a little bit wrong.

Qingze couldn't tell, he just thought the old man was a bit weird.

"This bottle of green tea is free for you."

"Master, what do you mean?"

Qingze was a little confused. He never believed in pie-in-the-sky pie.

Doesn't this old guy have any special hobbies?

"Don't get me wrong, I don't think it's easy for you either. Come back next time when you have time."

The old man's face was full of sincerity, with a hint of sadness between his eyebrows.

His prediction still came true.

Even if such a woman can be deceived by love for a while, she will not be deceived forever, and will eventually fall into the arms of a rich man.

That kind of appearance is not something ordinary men can afford.

"Yeah...thank you very much. I'll definitely come next time I'm free."

Qingze lamented in his heart that it was already difficult to find good employees like the old man, but he actually spent his own money to attract repeat customers for the boss.

Is it possible that he actually owns this restaurant?
Is being a waiter just a hobby for the uncle?
Qingze stepped outside the restaurant, thinking that the latter was very likely.

He took a walk on the street after dinner, looked around, put the green tea under his arm, and checked the messages on his phone.

All are read tags.

Now he sends messages to chat with someone, and after a while he says he has something to do and ends the chat.

It was too troublesome, so forget it. Qingze decided to watch a short video for a while, take a short rest, and then start running.Run to the small park.

Then start Dior’s nightlife.

……

Night is coming.

Durant glanced out the window. Police sirens were coming from the distant streets.

After five o'clock, the policemen from the Metropolitan Police Department seemed to be off duty today and drove around various districts in Tokyo in their police cars.

Just shopping is fine.

Based on Durant's observations with a telescope.

People from the Metropolitan Police Department are conducting an orderly search for foreigners who are taller than 1.9 meters.

Whether they are African or European or American, all must be questioned.

This is a very time-consuming and very effective method.

When the Metropolitan Police Department operates at full capacity, its explosive power cannot be underestimated.

He read a press conference and said that the Metropolitan Police Department would use [-] police officers to set up a dragnet to catch the criminals.

The constant sound of sirens proved that the police chief was not lying.

Durant felt like a bird watching the net tighten.

Beyond despair, despair.

No matter how great his makeup skills are, it is impossible for him to change his height.

There are people in the world who have undergone special training to shorten their bones, thus affecting their height.

But those have nothing to do with Durant.

He won't.

Durant didn't know how many times he wiped the P229 in his hand, and checked the time again. If he didn't go out, he would miss the meeting with Dior in Shinjuku.

If he goes out, with his height, he will be easily questioned by people from the Metropolitan Police Department.

He looked at the P229 in his hand and had no choice but to take the risk and give it a try.

Durant stood up and tried to make his makeup look as Asian as possible.

It’s just that it’s hard to change the face shape.

He had to try some soft makeup and match it with a wig to make himself look like a Japanese.

After putting on makeup, Durant left the secret base.

This is the safe house of the CIA. Apart from Jack and John, no other person knows about it. It is very secretive.

It can be regarded as indirect help provided by the CIA.

Without any help, it would be completely impossible for Durant to hide in Japan.

The collusion between Japan's underworld and the right wing is so deep that it cannot be hidden.

……

In order to avoid the crowds as much as possible, Durant took a taxi directly to Shinjuku Kabukicho [-]-chome.

The taxi driver had no doubts about his makeup, as long as the banknotes were genuine.

It doesn't matter what the guest looks like.

Along the way, Durant was on tenterhooks and passed police cars several times, fearing that the taxi would be stopped.

As he was about to arrive at Kabukicho, what he was worried about happened.

"Sorry, please pull over for a routine inspection."

"It's really troublesome."

The driver muttered something and pulled the car over reluctantly.

Durant's heart was beating loudly, and he held the gun in his hand. If the situation was not right, he would immediately kill and run away.

He must not be taken back.

The policeman in charge of the inspection didn't know that he was standing in the gate of hell. He knocked on the car window and said, "I'm sorry, please talk to me."

"Didn't you hear what I just said?"

The driver replied impatiently.

The police turned their attention to Durant.

"Don't delay my enjoyment."

As an agent, Durant is fluent in eight languages.

His Japanese is better than that of ordinary Japanese.

But during previous actions, Durant had been speaking Japanese or English with an accent, just to avoid interrogation by using fluent language while putting on makeup.

"Sorry, let's go."

The police waved their hands, and the task assigned to them was to detain and interrogate those who were over 1.9 meters tall and whose accents did not sound like Japanese.

If the other party has no accent, then there is no need to cross-examine too much.

Although the above requirements are very strict, every suspicious person must be questioned in detail.

But for the police officers below, that request was obviously unrealistic.

There are many tall men in Tokyo who are 1.9 meters tall. I asked each one carefully, are you tired?
Besides, their attitude towards arresting Durant is often indifferent.

It's not like they were the ones being deposed.

Rather, if the police chief or police inspector is dismissed, they will drink beer to celebrate and curse.

"This car is not suspicious. Let's go check out the next taxi."

The policeman walks away.

Durant dropped his pounding heart and quietly removed his hand from the handle of the gun.

The driver was still there and said dissatisfied: "Those tax thieves are really incompetent. If they can't catch the murderer, they will cause trouble for us ordinary people.

A bunch of trash. "

"exactly."

Durant agreed, the colorful streets of Kabukicho can already be seen here.

Among the people passing by, there were also people wearing police uniforms.

His heart became calm, just like this interrogation standard.

Worrying earlier was in vain.

Durant couldn't help but look forward to meeting Diaw.

　PS: Thanks for the tip from me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)