How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

The sound of the siren in front of the road was gradually approaching, and the support of the Metropolitan Police Department was finally coming.

Several police cars arrived at the scene and stopped in front of the burning car.

Officer Mu Mu got out of the headed car and stared solemnly at the scene where a conflict had already occurred.

They are already late.

There was also a harsh brake sound behind Matsuda. He turned around and saw a white Mazda parked diagonally in the middle lane.

Amuro drove the car wildly all the way, ran five or six traffic lights in a row, and took a shortcut to try to catch up with the police car that came out of the detention center.

But as soon as he turned the corner, before he saw the car itself, he first saw that there was less than 100 meters in front of the driveway, thick black smoke was rushing upward continuously, the black-gray smoke was like a giant hand, firmly grasping live in his heart.

Something has happened.

He didn't slow down at all, grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, and reached into the storage box in the passenger seat with the other hand, and took out a pistol from it.

The white Mazda roared and braked perfectly towards the opposite lane.

This is definitely the best position to be in, even if the situation on site changes.

He rushed to the scene with the purpose of rescue, but it was not until he got close to the burning car that he had to confirm a fact that he should have known-

This conflict is over.

Only the burning car in the middle was left in the empty driveway. What stopped on the road ahead was not the enemy he imagined, but the support from the Metropolitan Police Department.

The enemy has successfully withdrawn from the scene.

Behind the burning police car, a young man with black curly hair held a gun in one hand and stood there in a daze. He lowered his head slightly so that others could not see the expression on his face.

The blond young man opened the car door, his purple-gray eyes glanced anxiously among the crowd, but he couldn't find the familiar figure.

Under what circumstances, the police car escorting the suspect will be maliciously blocked or even exploded.

Under what circumstances, the prisoners guarded by the police officers will disappear.

He put the gun back in his pocket and stepped forward in three and two steps.

The more you walk in, the more you can feel the high heat emanating from the burning car.

His whole heart seemed to be burning on the fire.

Toru Amuro put his hand on the shoulder of Matsuda who was stunned in the same place, and asked in a low voice, "Xinhai has he finally come out—"

Before he could finish speaking, Matsuda twisted his hand back sharply, and severe pain erupted from the shoulder joint.

"Hey you-"

Matsuda kicked the back of the blond youth's knee, causing him to fall to his knees.

His face was gloomy and terrifying, and under the bright red firelight, it added a bit of blood.

Matsuda then clasped the opponent's hands upside down behind him, raised his right hand and punched Toru Amuro's left shoulder.

The latter let out a groan, and the whole person shrank because of the body's instinctive reaction.

Amuro Toru's fighting skills are definitely not inferior to Matsuda's, but he has something in his heart, and he is really in the wrong when he is not careful.

The whole person fell to the ground, facing the wreckage of the burning vehicle.

He quickly calmed down, regained his rhythm, rolled with his right hand on the ground, got out of Matsuda's control, got up from the ground, stood one meter away, and stared at Matsuda with condensed eyes.

"You were attacked." Amuro Toru had already guessed what happened, and the words he asked now were just to confirm it again.

Both M and Rum may attack Xin Haikong, M may not be fatal, but not necessarily if it is Rum.

Judging from the bullet marks and burning vehicle wreckage at the scene, the other party should have blocked the road ahead of the police car first, and then detonated the fuel tank with a gun.

After the vehicle was detonated, the people in the car were forced to transfer, and Xin Haikong probably had an accident during the transfer.

If so, the enemy should not be too far away from them now. If they investigate and monitor now, they may be able to catch up.

He looked anxiously at Matsuda.

Matsuda's face was dark, and he looked at Amuro Toru blankly, "What happened to Xinhai, you should know better than me."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Amuro Toru, and instead strode towards the Mumu police department in front of him. It seemed that he also wanted to find out the movements of the group of people who took Xin Haikong away through investigation and monitoring.

Amuro Toru was nailed to the spot by Matsuda's words, unable to move for a while.

Indeed, no one knew better than him what would happen to Xinhaikong. He guessed that someone in the organization was eyeing the younger generation, but because of some trumped-up reasons and superficial coincidences, he hastily pointed the finger of suspicion at Xin Haikong.

But he also wanted to save Xin Haikong, no matter what.

·

In the Traffic Department of the Metropolitan Police Department, there were dozens of police officers in front of a small surveillance screen.

There are also two cooperating technicians sitting in front of the console.

"The target vehicle has entered Rice Flower 1st Avenue and disappeared within the surveillance range of the No. 238 surveillance camera."

"Switch to the camera on 1st Avenue in Cornflower."

"The target vehicle has left Mihua First Avenue and entered the Cuphu District."

"Switch to surveillance camera 473."

The technicians cooperated with each other in full swing, and at first glance they seemed to be chasing the fleeing vehicle vigorously.

But if you really think this way, it is too much to overestimate the ability of these people.

By the time police officers Matsuda and Mumu arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, completed a series of procedures, and obtained permission to investigate and monitor, nearly an hour had passed since Shinkai disappeared.

The group of people who kidnapped Xin Haikong just wanted to drive out of Tokyo, and there was more than enough time.

After so long, it was almost impossible for the police to stop their car.

This group of technicians can only use the road section where the accident occurred as the starting point, cooperate with each other through the surveillance video of each intersection, review the approximate movement paths of these cars, and deduce their possible destinations.

"The target vehicle has left the Third Avenue in the Cuphu District, and it is expected to go to..." The technician who originally reported in real time suddenly stopped and his tone was low.

"Where to go next?"

"The surveillance cameras on this section of the road are broken!"

Hearing this, Matsuda frowned and approached the monitor screen. "This section of the road can be driven in up to four directions, one avenue and three country lanes."

"In fact, after the last earthquake, most of the surveillance cameras in the urban area and nearby suburbs had problems. The cameras in the urban area were quickly repaired, but..." The technician lowered his head and said a bit. Stutter.

"Hey! Don't you mean that?" Matsuda grabbed the technician's shoulder angrily.

"The three country trails are all under no monitoring. And there are many smaller roads on the trails. It's impossible to count the directions in which the cars can go."

It wasn't the stammering technician who answered the call, but Toru Amuro, who stood in the middle of the crowd with his arms folded.

His eyes were firmly glued to the surveillance video, the corners of his mouth were pressed down, and his face was a little ugly.

"Isn't it impossible to find it at all? I remember that it was quite big..." Officer Mumu held the table with a worried expression.

Matsuda raised his head and glanced at Toru Amuro, a little wanting to ask why he knew so much about the area where there was no surveillance, but on second thought, it was normal for this guy to run around every day and get a little messy information.

He turned his head and suggested to Officer Mumu, "It's better to divide the troops into two groups and continue to stay here to check and monitor all the way, focusing on searching all vehicles entering and leaving this area, in case the other party just regards this place as a way to get rid of the police. Springboard for the search."

"Another way to focus on searching that area."

The area that lacks surveillance is too large, and the search by the police alone may be a needle in a haystack.

But until now, there is no other better way, only a dead horse can be used as a living horse doctor.

As soon as Matsuda finished speaking, he grabbed the car keys and prepared to go downstairs and drive his car to that place.

He strode into the elevator, the elevator door was about to close, but was stopped by a palm and opened again.

The blond-haired youth stood outside the elevator with a solemn expression, as if hesitating to say anything and looking at Matsuda.

Matsuda glanced at him angrily, stretched out his fingers and poked hard at the elevator's door-closing key.

Before the elevator door closed, Amuro Toru squeezed in through the gap and stood behind Matsuda.

Thirty seconds in a small space seemed extremely long.

When two people in this kind of space have nothing to talk about, this lengthy is magnified.

Matsuda knew that Amuro couldn't take the initiative to tell him about the organization, but fortunately, he didn't ask about it, but when the elevator door was about to open, he couldn't help but turn around and ask.

"Do you know more clues about Xin Hai's kidnapping?"

There was silence behind him.

Matsuda sneered and strode out of the elevator.

"and many more."

·

Poirot Cafe, the blond young man lowered his head and slowly made a sandwich.

After seeing him cut a piece of tomato into eight pieces, Miss Enomoto finally couldn't help shouting softly, "Mr. Amuro, what are you doing, just want a whole piece of tomato for sandwiches..."

As if he didn't hear anything, the blond youth continued to cut the tomatoes with his head down, and saw that he was about to cut the tomatoes into sixteen pieces.

Miss Enomoto put her hand in front of the blond youth, shook it up and down, and asked thoughtfully, "Mr. Anshi, what happened to you today?"

"Ah?" The blond young man raised his head in hindsight, smiled reluctantly at Enomoto beside him, and said nothing.

The latter glanced at him suspiciously, not really understanding what was going on. Mr. Amuro finally returned to work this afternoon, which was a good thing, but he has been absent-minded, as if there is some trouble. Even the sandwiches, which he used to be good at, are now stumbling, and he keeps looking out the window, not knowing what he is looking at.

With a deep sigh, she took the menu and went to serve the new guests.

The blond youth was left alone at the cooking table.

As if he had completely forgotten about the sandwich, the blond youth turned the tomato in his hand and chopped it viciously. Bright red juice splashed everywhere, and the white shirt on his chest was covered with red stains.