How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Special search headquarters.

"With all due respect, we have no way to find out where the cargo was shipped to just by relying on such rough ship entry information." The person in charge of the Organizational Countermeasures Department who was temporarily transferred leaned against the table arrogantly. The feasibility of this operation has been questioned.

Yamamoto frowned and wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Xin Haikong's words.

"The information about the ship's entry into the port is only the most superficial and easily obtainable information in this incident. Even if you let a child in the third grade of elementary school come over, he can clearly know what is going on. I didn't expect it to be like Officer like you can only stay on this floor." The black-haired youth looked cold, and his amber eyes glanced at the person in charge who felt superior.

The latter felt a little embarrassed, but still said stubbornly: "Then what else can you do?"

Xin Haikong got up from his chair, walked slowly to the whiteboard in front of him, and wrote something with a black marker, and said:

"For this operation, I have two specific directions for investigation. The first is to start with the party that provided the weapons. They transported the weapons to the port, which does not mean that they have reached the final destination. They want to transport the weapons. To all parts of the country, the other party is bound to set off from the port to transport this batch of weapons of at least 5,000 tons. Such a large-scale transportation will definitely involve a large number of transport vehicles. We need to contact the customs police and carefully investigate the period in Tokyo. Cargo status of all trucks in the vicinity of the port.”

"It's too cumbersome... and the port of Tokyo is so big, do you know how many freight vehicles pass there in a day?"

"If even this is too troublesome, then it's better not to handle the case." Yamamoto finally couldn't hold back, stood up and refuted the man who used his age to get into the position of the police officer, but didn't want to be an officer and just wanted a salary middle-aged man.

"It doesn't need to be checked within a day. The other party will not be willing to store their weapons for a long time in a port where the security situation cannot be guaranteed, and will definitely transfer the goods as soon as the ship arrives at the port. We only need to check on the tenth last night. Freight vehicles that arrive at the port before one o'clock and leave the port after 11:10 will suffice."

The black-haired police officer turned sideways and wrote the second direction on the whiteboard.

"From another perspective, although we can't tell which organization is going to smuggle from the ship, if the other party really wants to sell weapons privately on a large scale in the territory, it is impossible not to go through other underground organizations in Tokyo."

"From the point of view of the recipient of the goods, the other party is confident that so many weapons will be sold illegally in the country. Either they have negotiated conditions with large domestic organizations in advance, or... the other party itself is a large multinational organization. No matter which one it is. , Among these large domestic organizations, the ones with real problems will definitely take action in the near future, and this is what your organization’s countermeasures department needs to focus on. Our Ministry of Public Security will also assist in the investigation.”

"If we can find out which one of the large organizations in Tokyo has changed, we can follow their transactions and find out who is hiding behind the scenes."

The black-haired youth put his hands on the conference table and said decisively.

·

Maori Detective Agency.

"Dad, Yuanzi asked me to go out to play on Friday night. We will stay in the hotel at night, and we won't come back." Xiaolan walked into the detective office with the vegetables she just bought.

Maori Kogoro was lying in front of the TV watching Yoko Okino's interview, he waved his hand casually when he heard this, and shouted loudly: "Whatever, it's better to bring that stinky boy with me, so as not to leave him at home and bother me. "

"Dad!" Xiao Lan shouted angrily, turned around and put the dishes into the kitchen.

Conan, who was lying on the ground reading a book, raised his head in doubt, his big blue eyes rolled around, and asked, "Sister Xiaolan, where did Sister Sonoko invite you to play?"

"Ah, it's Odaiba Park. She doesn't know why she wants to try the winter tour in the garden. There happens to be a swimming pool there." Ma Lilan took off the apron from the shelf and wrapped it around herself, sticking her head out of the kitchen and smiling. Said to Conan: "And it is said that there will be a fireworks display that night! We are going to stay in a hotel next to the beach and watch the fireworks display. Will Conan come to see it together?"

"…"

Conan drooped his eyelids speechlessly.

Winter swimming or something, isn't it too outrageous?

"No, every weekend, the teacher leaves a lot of homework. I'd better stay at home and do my homework."

"Ah, is that so? What a pity—"

The sound of chopping vegetables had already begun to come from the kitchen, and the girl's long-tailed reply.

"By the way, Conan!" Mao Lilan held the wooden shovel in one hand and the kitchen door with the other, and stuck his head out to look at Conan. "Can you help me buy a box of red miso from the convenience store next door? I've run out of mine at home."

"Hi-!"

Conan sighed helplessly, got up from the floor, and walked towards the door.

·

"Jingle Bell!"

Xin Haikong and Yamamotono sat in the car together. They just went to Tokyo Port to check the specific situation, and also communicated with the port staff to confirm that there was no omission in the received information.

The black-haired police officer leaned against the car window with his hands on his back, looking at the scenery outside the window with some boredom.

The setting sun in the west spared no effort to radiate the last trace of light and heat. The dazzling sunlight slanted into the car through the glass window, so he had to block the incoming light with thick sweater sleeves.

Yamamotono, who was beside him, fell into his own thoughts, combing through the case meticulously, and couldn't even hear the vibration of his mobile phone.

"Your bell rang."

Xin Haikong reminded in a warm voice, his eyes still staring at the rapidly changing scenery outside the window, his expression did not change at all.

"Huh? Yes."

Yamamoto Ye answered the phone in a hurry. This should be a phone call to report the situation. He just asked a few questions, and his voice rose sharply. "Really?"

Xin Haikong frowned slightly and glanced sideways at him.

The latter's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and the eyebrows that looked like Nohara Shinnosuke were tightly wrinkled in shock, which looked a bit funny.

"Officer Xinkai!" Yamamoto looked at Xinkaikong with admiration in his eyes. "As you expected, the latest information from the Ministry of Public Security shows that the Yamaguchi-gumi has recently changed."

"Yamaguchi-gumi?" There was a hint of surprise in the black-haired police officer's voice.

Isn't it a black organization?

What the **** is Amuro doing?

Didn't I agree before, arrange for people from the black organization to respond and let the Metropolitan Police Department target that side?

Yamamoto hung up the phone and replied very obediently: "Yes, the head of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Zhen Irie, he suddenly sent a team from Osaka to the expressway this afternoon. According to the direction they were driving, Their destination should be Tokyo."

"Apart from Yamaguchi-gumi, are there any other organizations that have changed?"

"Uh... No anomalies have been found so far. Since the last time, Officer Shinkai, you successfully resolved the Hakuma-gumi incident, these underground organizations in Tokyo have become very docile now, and seldom carry out large-scale activities."

hiss-

"First pass all the information about the team sent by the Yamaguchi-gumi to me to take a look."

Xin Haikong looked out the window again.

No, no matter how you think about it, it's not quite right.

Toru Amuro clearly stated that night that he would use the winery as a bait, why did he suddenly change his plan and find someone from Yamaguchi-gumi. And this guy hasn't discussed it with him in advance...

Do you doubt him again? No, it is estimated that some new ideas have emerged.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Yamamoto's work efficiency was still very high.

Xinhaikong turned on his mobile phone and checked the received documents. Inside is a group of photos taken by high-speed surveillance, and the other party is indeed departing from Osaka.

The black-haired police officer frowned and zoomed in on the photo until he could see a clear head.

Dozens of photos in a row show different cars and different people, which shows that they sent many black cars in a row, and each car seemed to be full of people.

When did Toru Amuro have such great ability to persuade the Yamaguchi-gumi to send so many people? If he really has such ability, why would he even make a promise to catch a rum?

It's impossible for this guy to ask the public security to come forward and let the Yamaguchi-gumi cooperate. It is only possible that he used the organization's contacts, but when the organization can order the Yamaguchi-gumi people, this is too powerful.

Xin Haikong's eyes swept across the few members in the car who could barely see their faces. Most of these members wore black suits, and most of them wore sunglasses.

If it's a violent group, it's normal to wear a black suit, but why are these faces so familiar?

!

and many more?

The black-haired police officer clenched his hand unconsciously, put it in front of his mouth and smiled softly.

I see.

After a long time, this is still the black organization.

Amuro Toru re-dressed those people under Rum's hands and set off from Osaka under the name of Yamaguchi-gumi. Although it is impossible for Yamaguchi-gumi to lend someone to the winery, if it is just a banner, they are still willing to give this face.

Just why would Amuro do this?

Isn't it enough to just use the name of the Black Organization?

Infer the purpose from the results.

After the whole incident was over, the public security explanation should be that a multinational organization illegally smuggled weapons into the country and was intercepted by the police in time. At this time, Yamaguchi-gumi, as the "receiving weapon" party, may not be able to clear his suspicions. At that time, Yamaguchi-gumi will shed a layer of skin even if he does not die.

It can not only attack the Yamaguchi-gumi, but also expose the relationship between the winery and major violent groups in the country?

It's a really good deal. Amuro's ambition is really big enough. He originally just wanted to catch a rum, but now he can get involved in so many things.

If so, he may have to add another fire to this guy's plan.

"This photo was taken at four o'clock in the afternoon, where are they now?"

"It should be that they haven't entered Tokyo yet. They are still on the highway. Their speed is not fast. It is estimated that it will take five or six hours to get to Tokyo." Yamamoto speculated based on experience.

"Maintain real-time monitoring of their vehicles, and at the same time deploy sufficient police officers to guard all large intersections along the way from the Tokyo Expressway exit to the city center, and be sure to keep track of their whereabouts in real time."

"Hi!"

·

The night is everywhere.

At a certain moment, the street lamps on the street light up together as if they had made an appointment in advance.

The streets that had gradually darkened were instantly bright as daylight.

The blond-haired youth walked quickly on the street with his head down, surrounded by rushing vehicles. He raised his eyes and looked around to make sure that no one noticed him, then dodged into a public phone booth and broadcast a number he knew by heart.

"—May I ask who you are?" There was a cold male voice on the other end of the phone.

"See you in the wind."

"Mr. Fall Valley!" The voice on the other end instantly became eager. "Finally, Mr. Fall Valley, you finally called. We are all ready as you said. Did the situation change when you called?"

"The situation hasn't changed, I just confirmed it again, you will act exactly as I say?"

It's not once or twice that these guys have made their own decisions, but this time they really can't afford to spoil their plans.

"You can rest assured that you are the top person in charge of this operation, and everything on the scene will be carried out under your arrangement."

Feng Jianyu on the other end of the phone also swore to assure.

Amuro squeezed the microphone tightly, and unconsciously wrapped the telephone line around his fingertips. It's best.

"Remember the password, there must be no mistakes in this action!"

Once he makes a mistake, not only him, but even the younger generation may have an accident.

"I remember it, Mr. Fall Valley."

"One last time." Amuro Toru was still a little worried. Ever since he started planning this time, he had always had a bad premonition. "Odaiba Seaside Park, before noon tomorrow, all police forces will be in place, and there can be no delay."

"Hey! Mr. Fukutani, please rest assured, we will definitely start deploying in the morning."

"Apart from this phone call, I won't contact you again unless there are special circumstances. Please be vigilant."

"boom-"

what sound!

Amuro hung up the phone abruptly, pushed open the glass door of the phone booth, and saw no one in front of him.

Is it an illusion?

The sound just now seemed very slight, as if something fell to the ground.

He looked around the phone booth as if he had lost something. The location of this phone booth is rather special. There are empty streets on both sides. It is impossible for anyone to hide here. There is a low wall behind it. According to the height of an adult, it is impossible to squat down without revealing a flaw. It seems that there is really no one here, so I must have heard it wrong.

Toru Amuro stopped searching and turned to go home. He has to continue to play the role of the waiter in his cafe well, and even if there is only one last day left, he will continue without change.

There was a small, unremarkable brown stain on the floor at the back of the phone booth.

On the side of the intersection, which is only one step away from the phone booth, under the low fence, a figure clings to the wall, tucks his knees with his hands, and crouches on the ground.

·

Maurilan carefully placed the fish on the plate and reached for a new bowl to hold the vegetables.

"Whoo—that's it, all that's left is the miso soup."

She stirred the pot with a spoon, and the hot steam kept rising.

"boom."

The sound of the door closing came into the kitchen, and Mao Lilan looked out expectantly, and saw that Conan, who had gone out peacefully, now came back with a bitter look on his face.

"Huh? Did something happen to Conan?" Mao Lilan looked at Conan's dirty clothes and couldn't help patting the dust for him. "How did you make yourself like this?"

The little detective raised his head blankly and looked at Mao Lilan blankly.

"Conan?"

"Ah!" Conan suddenly came to his senses, he pulled Mao Lilan's sleeve, "Sister Xiaolan, where did you say you were going to play tomorrow night?"

"Huh?" Mao Lilan glanced at Conan in surprise, and replied warmly, "Odaiba Park, it's about an hour's drive from Mihua. What's the matter?"

"Haha, I suddenly remembered that the teacher is going to set up a diary this week. I don't know what to write. Can I go with you? I want to see the fireworks display..."

"Of course you can." Mao Lilan nodded with a smile, wanting to go to the kitchen, but suddenly stopped. "Almost forgot, Conan, hurry up and give me the miso, the soup is almost ready."

!

Conan's body stiffened, the smile on his face froze a little bit.

"You... shouldn't you have bought it?" The smile on Mao Lilan's face gradually distorted, and he tilted his head to look at Conan.

"Forehead…"

To be honest, he really bought it.

It's just that he threw the thing to the ground halfway, the plastic packaging on the outside was broken, and the sticky sauce leaked out of his hand. Conan threw this thing in the trash on the way back.

"Ah! Actually... It's said in a scientific journal that it's better for people not to consume too much salt in a day, so let's not drink miso soup tonight, hahaha."

·

Metropolitan Police Department, one o'clock in the morning.

Xin Haikong closed his eyes and rested on the leather seat.

He knows better than anyone when the group of guys will trade, but for the sake of character design, he still has to spend a lot of time at the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Officer, if you can't hold it any longer, you should go back to sleep first. I'm watching here." Yamamoto made a careful suggestion.

Xin Haikong couldn't help but opened his eyes and looked at him. This guy is still very reliable. Among the group of people who can only shirk each other, there is still such an idiot who takes the responsibility on himself.

"No, it's too late to go home at this time. Where are the people from Yamaguchi-gumi?"

"They are still staying in the rest area, which is 50 kilometers away from the Tokyo Expressway exit, and haven't moved their positions for more than two hours. Police officer, what are they doing? Why are they coming soon, but they won't enter Tokyo? "

It's card time.

Amuro is somewhat obsessive-compulsive.

"Maybe it's adjusting the situation, maybe the two sides haven't fully negotiated. It's all possible."

The black-haired police officer raised his hand, pinched his eyebrows, and continued to ask, "What about the other side? Did the investigation on the freight vehicle come up with any results?"

"Not yet. According to your request, we have carefully checked the whereabouts of all the freight vehicles that passed through Tokyo Port during that time. We have already checked one-third of the time. I believe there will be results soon."

"Hurry up, if it's delayed, they may move their positions." Xin Haikong reached out and brought the calendar on the table to him, raised his hand and touched the time on it.

That's it for today.

There is still a big show tonight, so you have to keep your energy up.

"I'll go to the rest room next to me to sleep for a while, and notify me immediately if there is any situation." The black-haired police officer stood up from his chair and looked back at Yamamoto. "You change shifts with them, don't get too tired."