Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 171 I Said To Work Overtime Tonight
"Brother, is it useful for us to do this?"

Mihua Town, in a certain alley.

Vodka, who had completed all the orders, leaned against the cold concrete wall and whispered to the boss on the other end of the phone. His tone was obviously not very confident: "Even if no one in the police recognizes me, Miyano Akemi must know me."

"If she is smart enough, she should be able to guess the purpose of your appearance in front of the police in the name of the FBI, and just follow the plan."

"Okay, I see, brother."

Obedient Vodka nodded.

After hanging up the phone, thinking about what he was going to do next felt a little bit exciting, so he couldn't help but took out the cigarette case from his pocket, pushed one out and bit it into his mouth.

Let him, a member of the organization who was most likely exposed to the police by Akemi Miyano, step into the Metropolitan Police Hall in person, it is tantamount to walking on a steel wire, and if he is careless, he will lose his wife and lose his army.

But, how should I put it, out of trust in my eldest brother, Vodka still did it without hesitation.

"Are you so confident that the police don't know about vodka?
"Don't forget, Miyano Akemi was interrogated when she was arrested before. Since she participated in the police witness protection plan, it means that the police have interrogated at least one round.

"Even if the Metropolitan Police Department is an idiot and a waste, it is not a problem to hire a few mock portrait artists to draw the appearance of the members of the organization described by Akemi Miyano."

within the organization's stronghold.

"Shirley" who was wiping the blood on her face sat in front of the makeshift dressing table in the living room, and adjusted her makeup in front of the mirror. A long-haired man who repeatedly watches surveillance tapes.

"Bermod, how many undercover agents do you think we have in our organization?" Gin, who was biting a cigarette, sneered, reached out and pressed the pause button——

On the screen, the confrontation between Katsumi Uehara and Rena Mizumu was instantly frozen.

"Who knows, maybe it's gone; maybe...there's a lot more?" The woman skipped back and forth on his minefield indifferently: "Shouldn't you ask yourself this? I'm not in charge of it of."

"If that's the case, why can't vodka be an undercover agent?"

"..."

Belmode paused, turned his head to look at Gin, and shook his head in a "Sherry" gesture: "Are you planning to hijack the signal? Or are you planning to bring an FBI special operations team over?"

"You should remember Akai Shuichi's voice, Belmode."

The gin that answered the irrelevant question snuffed out the ashes of the cigarette, and played back the subtle expressions of the two people in the picture frame by frame with one hand on the keyboard.

"I can't even forget the man who almost took you away."

Speaking of the "silver bullet" in the FBI, Belmode's brows were filled with jokes.

Gin frowned, and keenly sensed something wrong in the woman's words: "You seem to be looking forward to it?"

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to who can achieve the final goal between you and them." Belmode took a deep look at the man and continued to put on makeup in a leisurely tone.

When she was talking about Shuichi Akai and the FBI's gin, he didn't care, and he had to arrange the way for Vodka to escape.If Keir was really an undercover agent, the police would surely know Vodka's undercover identity.

This is the fat meat delivered to the door.

From another point of view, the emergence of vodka is not just Miyano Akemi.

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"Hiss! It hurts, it hurts, take it easy, I'm - oh, oh, oh!"

Metropolitan Police Department, in the office area of ​​the first search department and the third department, in the lounge.

Katsumi Uehara, who was grinning in pain, hadn't finished complaining, his nagging mouth was forcibly silenced by a hand, and he almost couldn't hold his breath, his eyes widened.

"Be quiet, don't tell me to stop yelling, can't you hear me? A big man can scream like this after applying some potion."

Holding a cotton swab in one hand, Miwako Sato, who was carefully rolling on the man's back, patted the man's cheek in disgust, without raising his head, causing Uehara Katsumi to roll his eyes wildly——

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, right? It's me that hurts, not you."

"yes."

After applying the potion, Miwako Sato threw the cotton swab into the trash basket by her feet, then picked up the powder jar on the table, distracting the man's attention: "I don't think you are—"

——? !

"--Well!!!"

Miwako Sato, who had sharp eyesight and quick hands, decisively stuffed a clean handkerchief into his mouth. Katsumi Uehara, whose facial features were almost twisted together, was very savvy, and gritted his teeth hard, while making some strange noises that attracted outsiders Notice.

"You are so good at fighting, I thought you were already used to the pain of taking medicine afterward." He shook his head helplessly, watching the man's clumsy performance with tears in his eyes, and the bandage that Miwako Sato gave him with a smile on his brow Tied a bow.

"What do you mean?"

"what do you mean?"

"Change the bow for me, I'm very masculine."

"Is that so, I saw that you had a great time wearing a bow on Moon Shadow Island, and I thought you liked it very much."

"……Have it?"

"Huh? What do you think? Want me to recall it for you?"

With her round buttocks leaning against the edge of the table full of medical equipment, Miwako Sato, who leaned back slightly, crossed her arms and hugged her chest, and sat on the stool teasing her upper body partner jokingly: "It means you are lucky , but if you come close, you will be shot into a hornet's nest by bullets."

"That won't, I know it."

Standing up, he picked up the brand new white shirt hanging on the back of the swivel chair, put it on and buttoned it up, and Katsumi Uehara said with a smile: "I can't bear to die so early, if I didn't think about it last time on Moon Shadow Island, If I want Chengshi to take revenge with my own hands, I have already sent those people in, so there is no need for such trouble."

"What about this time?" Miwako Sato said noncommittally, with her slender legs crossed, and her slightly bent right knee naturally leaning towards the direction where Katsumi Uehara was standing.

"you guess?"

Picking up the new suit jacket hanging on the side, Katsumi Uehara moved his body a little and raised his eyebrows at her: "There will be a reward for guessing."

Miwako Sato pursed her lips, shook her head and shook her ear-length hair, without hiding the smile on her brows and eyes: "Helping justice? Or are you going to carry him back in a sack, just like Rena Mizumura?"

"You still know me."

Katsumi Uehara raised his right hand and gave her a thumbs up: "I was rushing to the scene as soon as possible to laugh at the idea, and if possible, let him try the humiliation of wearing a sack.

"It's a pity that this bastard didn't give me a chance to show off my strength. I'm afraid I can only put his tombstone on it in the future. It's just that the tombstone is too heavy. I may not be able to put it on by myself. I need someone to help me."

At the same time as he said this, Uehara Katsumi's eyebrows danced in an instant, hinting frantically inside and outside the words.

Miwako Sato pretended not to see it, and after putting all the medical equipment on the table back into the medical box, she spread her hands at him: "Sorry, I'm not interested.

"Oh yes, this is for you."

After thinking about it, Miwako Sato hesitated for a while, but finally took out a few photos from her pocket and handed them to Katsumi Uehara.The latter looked down and saw that it was a group photo of Oikawa Kunihiko and him, and some of the photos visible to the naked eye were taken against the pages of the magazine.

"The Mumu Police Department found them in the dark compartment of the study when they searched the house, and I took them from the Mumu Police Department."

"..."

Seeing that Katsumi Uehara didn't reach out to pick it up, Miwako Sato pursed his lips, took a step forward, stuffed the photos into the man's trouser pocket with his own hands, raised his head slightly to look at the face that was close at hand, tilted his head and said : "I know there is a restaurant that tastes delicious barbecue, let's go together after work?"

"..."

Uehara Katsumi smiled and waved his hands: "Forget it, it's not that you don't know my habits. You have to drink alcohol when you eat barbecue. Once you drink alcohol, you drink until midnight. Auntie won't worry about it—"

"I told her to work overtime, tonight." Miwako Sato watched him calmly and interrupted.

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)