How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

"Xinhai police officer, it's too bad!" Shiratori rushed into the office temporarily assigned to him by the search section in a panic.

Xin Haikong reluctantly covered the half-eaten bento. "What's wrong?"

"It exploded."

Shinkai stood up, and the pushed chair made a harsh tugging sound on the floor.

"where?"

"Cuphu Central Park. Because there were very few people in the park at the time, there were no casualties."

"Cuphu Central Park, isn't there a call to call the police in advance?"

"Yes, but the police who searched there went to dinner. They said that they searched so many times and found nothing."

It still happened. Sure enough, there is no hope for the Japanese police.

After nightfall, the Metropolitan Police Department received more and more alarm calls, and the calls were no longer just from the phone booths on the streets of Mihua Town, but also from mobile phones and household landline phones. Some reported cases were elderly, middle-aged women, and some is a child again.

"The prisoner found out that we were concentrating on searching the phone booths in Mikacho, and he changed his strategy."

Xin Haikong judged, "In other words, this is the plan B that he has prepared for a long time. He bought those people in advance, and only needs a small profit, these people who lack normal work income and have weak legal awareness will Very obedient cooperating with what the prisoners call 'prank'."

"Then what should we do, do we need to check all the places one by one?"

"It needs to be investigated. Any place may be the final battlefield. The mistakes of Cuphu Central Park must not be repeated a second time."

The search continued throughout the night, and no explosions have occurred anywhere except in Cuphu Central Park, where the explosion occurred in the evening.

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"Officer Xinhai!"

Xin Haikong almost fell off the chair. He was busy last night, and the prisoner didn't stop for a while until this morning. He fell asleep directly on the chair. He raised his head and gestured for Shiroto to speak.

"The latest call to the police is from a three-month pregnant housewife who said she found a bomb at Nanbeihu station."

"Who is still in the Police Department at the Metropolitan Police Department—?"

"Officer Matsuda."

Shinkai sighed deeply. A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

"Then, Officer Shiratori, I need to take command of the headquarters. Please wake up Matsuda Jinping and go check the Nanbeihu Station."

"Hi!"

Almost all of the entire search class was dispatched to investigate the bomb, and no one knew which phone the bomb was hidden in.

Xin Haikong glanced at his phone, it was past eleven o'clock.

He closed his eyes again.

"Jingle bell - jingle bell -"

The piercing bell was especially clear in the empty office. Is it the police call? But this is an internal line, how can a normal alarm call come in?

Xin Haikong picked up the phone, there was heavy breathing on the other end of the phone, and there was a vague sound of things moving.

"Moses Moses?"

"Xinhaikong, police." The thick male voice could be said to grit his teeth and spit out such words, "The bomb is in Tokyo Tower, it will explode at twelve noon, come here, if you have the life to demolish it."

"Hello? I don't understand what you're saying?"

The prisoner's target was him, but he didn't have to cooperate with the prisoner's thoughts. Why go to Tokyo Tower?

"Don't pretend! Aren't you very good?" The phone seemed to be taken away, and a panicked and sharp female voice entered the phone, "Help me, policeman, help me, he tied a bomb on me!"

"Come to the observation deck alone. If I see other policemen entering Tokyo Tower, I'll detonate the bomb right away!"

The phone hangs up.

Oh hoo, there are even hostages, just to force him to go to Tokyo Tower, what a deep hatred.

If he was really that kind of policeman with a strong sense of justice, he would probably have rushed to Tokyo Tower very heroically at this moment.

Too bad he isn't. This prisoner obviously has a deep hatred for him. Under such circumstances, wouldn't he be courting death if he went to Tokyo Tower. This call was from an outside line to an inside line. The Metropolitan Police Department should know that he received a call from a prisoner right away, but he just didn't know what the content of the call was.

Shinkai is getting ready to dial Shiratori's mobile phone.

"Whoo-hoo-"

Familiar mobile phone beeps, familiar hunch. There is a new email in the mailbox:

"Create a riot in Tokyo, cooperate with the ambush of Matsumoto Zendo - GIN"

The attachment to the email was a complete file. Xin Haikong took a few seconds to glance at the title, and the system's prompt sound almost followed.

[The system officially released the main task 2: Please cooperate with the organization to complete the ambush plan, create a riot that can cover up the sound of the wooden warehouse, and give the ambush personnel in the organization enough time to clean up the scene and complete the evacuation. 】

It seems that Tokyo Tower is a must. Xin Haikong took the wooden warehouse and walked towards the underground garage.

The document stated that the target of the ambush was Matsumoto Zendo. Zando Matsumoto is an insider placed in the government by the organization. He climbed to a high position with the help of the organization and gave the green light for many illegal activities of the organization.

Not only that, Xin Haikong recalled the gossip he had seen in the past few days, this guy is special with XP, and there are usually no less Huo Huo children. But this guy's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and he can't talk to the organization, so he threatens the organization to be a tainted witness.

Gin immediately made plans to ambush him. As a high-ranking official, Zando Matsumoto is usually accompanied by a large number of bodyguards. If the organization wants to ambush him, it is not as simple as sniping. I am afraid it will use the wooden warehouse or the like.

And the point is, the ambush time is twelve o'clock noon, in the block where Cuphu and Mihua meet.

It is only two kilometers away from Tokyo Tower.

What a great opportunity, it would be a pity not to take advantage of it. Unfortunately, the power and quantity of the bombs are far from enough.

A dark car was parked in the garage, and he drove this car to work these mornings.

Opening the trunk, sure enough, someone put a familiar black suitcase inside, almost exactly the same as what he usually mentioned when he went to work. If my memory serves me correctly, there is a spare phone with its own voice changer in the drawer in front of the co-pilot.

If it was just bombs, such riots might not be enough. Not only to attract the entire Tokyo police force, but also to attract the attention of the entire Tokyo people.

"Hey, Asahi Shimbun? I have a big news here, at twelve noon today—"

"Hey... there's some big news that I think you'll be interested in—"

"Hey... at 12 noon today at Tokyo Tower—"

"Hey-"

·

Nanbeihu Station.

The investigators carefully dismantled the bombs, but all the bombs exploded suddenly!

Gorgeous fireworks exploded.

Matsuda Jinhei's face darkened instantly. Fake, the bomb is fake.

Really the bomb is not here! They were deceived by prisoners!

"The Asahi Shimbun broadcasts it live for you. We received news that a bomb was installed in the Tokyo Tower in Tokyo, Japan. The people in the tower have been evacuated quickly, but there is still a hostage trapped in the observation deck."

"According to witnesses who have just been evacuated from the tower, a time bomb is tied to the hostage's body and will explode at 12 noon."

Matsuda turned back sharply, the station's CCTV was broadcasting current affairs news. Bomb in Tokyo Tower!

"A bomb has just exploded. Is this a prisoner's demonstration? The situation at the scene is very serious. We can see that the police have not arrived at the scene until now, and we can't imagine their efficiency. Ah! A young police officer walked away. go in-"

Through the inferior pixels of the station's CCTV, you can still clearly see a young man in a black trench coat holding a wooden warehouse in his left hand and a black suitcase in his right hand into the tower. Thick smoke billows from the tower, and the top spire has been blown off in half, and it will not fall.

Even from the back, Matsuda Jinhei could clearly recognize who it was.

New Sea and Air.