I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 271 Pull!

Garden Building on Huancheng East Road, Yuexiu District, Guangzhou, is a three-story European-style building in the style of a blue-white fortress.

The Neon Power Consulate in Guangzhou has high walls covered with electric wires and fences, and the black iron doors are tightly closed, creating a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Entering the yard, you will find a completely different world.

The retro and elegant neon courtyard is particularly graceful, with small bridges, flowing water, rockery, pine and cypress trees, making people feel as if they are in the former residence of Nara.

In the conference room, all the staff of the Yangcheng General Hospital were present.

There is an important meeting today.

Sitting on the long pinewood table were two rows of men and women in formal attire.

At the top was a short, fat old man.

Yamashita Hongyi, the general manager of the Guangzhou General Library, is in his sixties and an expert on China, having lived in China for more than ten years.

The chief steward, who usually looks amiable, now has an especially solemn expression.

"Director Suzuki of Sakuradamon has called more than a dozen times."

The old man sighed.

It would not be a glorious thing if the news of his affair as a foreign correspondent was spread to be controlled by people from the Metropolitan Police Department.

But there is nothing that can be done about this matter. Old Dog Suzuki is the vice president of Qinghehui of the Xitian faction, and is also the "party whip" within the faction. No one who goes against him will have a good end.

Although his status is not low, he is abroad all year round and cannot drink and socialize with the leaders in the faction after work. Now he is still a marginal figure in the faction. He can ignore Suzuki, but the president can make him go home to retire with just one word.

The aquatic DC who hanged himself died not long ago.

The Yamashita family has already lost its constituency. If they want to survive now, they can only rely on the strongest. There is no other way.

Putting his thoughts aside, Yamashita Koichi put on a kind face again and glanced at his subordinates below.

Neon's level of importance to China is second only to America.

The Japanese have always been good at reading the air and are even better at being sons.

The masters in the parliament are always afraid of the awakened latent dragon of China.

A group of moderates did emerge during the honeymoon period between the two countries.

But those in power in Tokyo SX official residence are well aware that more than 30 years ago, Japan's economy crushed China's.

People always have great love for poor people or places.

On the one hand, they can satisfy their unspeakable vanity and the satisfaction of giving alms to the fallen strong; on the other hand, the backward party is absolutely safe and powerless to resist.

But with the explosive development of China, the national strength of the two countries has reversed, and people like Tanaka have eventually declined, and now have disappeared.

Yamashita Hiroichi glanced at the document in his hand.

There are two names on it: Mingde Qiushui, the head of the Second Foreign Affairs Section of Gongan.

The head of the First Investigation Division, Tadamichi Kobayashi.

(Note: He will soon be promoted to the position of Counselor of the Administrative Department, Police Superintendent)
A photo was thoughtfully attached at the end. It was of two men in their forties who looked very similar. If it weren't for the difference in skin color, Yamashita would even suspect that the people in the headquarters had put the wrong photo.

Both of them have the same short hair, sword-like eyebrows, and look very capable. The key is that there seems to be a cold light in their eyes, and it can be seen at first glance that they are not good people.

The old man was startled. He hadn't been back to attend the meeting for a long time. When did these two figures appear in the Metropolitan Police Department Headquarters?

He frowned slightly and passed the document from his left hand side for everyone to read.

"Lingshi, these two people have already brought people to Xiguan. They came to Guangdong and Guangxi without first coming to our Yangcheng Lingshi Hall. This is against the rules. I think we don't need to help them."

Below the old man, a middle-aged man in military uniform with a dark complexion and a gloomy face was knocking on the table. Seeing that his subordinate was angry, the old man took out a document from his briefcase and put it on the table.

The man picked it up and looked at it, and his face immediately turned green.

"Xi Nei! Where do they think this is? Is this their hometown in Guanxi? They order us to send a note to the Xiguan Police Station and ask them to help retrieve the person? Damn it!!"

As a military officer, it is impossible for Komatsu to look down on the guys from the Metropolitan Police Department.

Not to mention being a subordinate and obeying their orders.

"A bunch of useless creatures, it's fine if they can't solve the case, but why don't they hide their tails and run to China to embarrass themselves? In the Reiwa era, morals are declining, and these lajis who disgraced their ancestors can be promoted and make a fortune!"

Komatsu was even more furious. They were both from declining samurai families, but some of them were able to thrive in Tokyo while others could only be exiled overseas to do dirty and tiring work.

What kind of truth is this?
Moreover, don’t these two bastards know how delicate the current situation is???
It seems like the city would explode if a spark dropped from it. In Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, everyone is trying to keep a low profile.

At this sensitive moment, should the Yangcheng General Hospital send a notice to the Xiguan Police Department?
idiot!

They don't understand China, nor do they understand diplomacy, but the headquarters sent these two people here? A bunch of good-for-nothings!
"Xiaosong, don't be angry. This might be an order issued by old Suzuki in the Kabuki Ting club after he got drunk."

The old man at the foot of the mountain had a teasing look on his face.

If he doesn't execute this trivial document, no one in the Lingguan will have any objection.

What the military officer Kosong said was rough but true, and he also saw the reactions of the people below.

However, no matter how resentful I am, I have to do something. A note? Of course I can send a note, and I have to give face to the headquarters, but I can't ask too much of the wording in it.

Empty paperwork and real exchange of benefits.

These are two different things, and the results achieved are also very different.

Yamashita is happy to see people from the Metropolitan Police Department suffer setbacks. This has nothing to do with national interests or personal grudges.

To put it bluntly, a minor dismemberment case? A few civilians died, is it necessary to use diplomatic relations? If you can't solve the case, it's because your Metropolitan Police Department is incompetent. Why should we be implicated?
There are so many parks in Tokyo? Kasai Rinkai Park and Wakasu Seaside Park have both seen cases of body dumping. The Metropolitan Police Department just watched, and everyone from the chief to the inspector to the grassroots police officers were helpless. Just now, news came that body parts were found in Shinjuku Gyoen.

That was the Imperial Garden, the royal courtyard. Even though it is now a national park, it still represents the face of the royal family.

If this continues, Yamashita even suspects that a body may be dumped in the inner courtyard of the imperial palace.

Haha, the effect is that your teeth will be whiter.

Yamashita had a premonition that if this case was not handled properly, the Metropolitan Police Department would never be able to face the wrath of the SX official residence and the royal family.

At that time, some people can only choose to hang themselves, or commit suicide by being shot eight times in the back.

Yamashita felt relieved when he thought of this. After all, it was your Metropolitan Police Department that died, and it had nothing to do with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"Sir, please send a copy of the photo to the Beijing Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Guangdong Provincial Public Security Department, Guangzhou Public Security Bureau, and Xiguan Public Security Bureau."

Amid everyone's surprised gazes, the old man at the foot of the mountain smiled and assigned tasks to his subordinates.

"Remember!! Be polite in your words! Be sincere, mention the friendly relations between the two parties, and especially respect the customs of China. As for the two colleagues from the Metropolitan Police Department, you should also briefly mention them, but you cannot offend them. Remember!"

Looking at the confused subordinates.

The old man at the foot of the mountain clapped his hands and laughed: "Let's go, everyone will have a dinner tonight, the place is Yunju, eat as much as you want, no one is allowed to ask for leave!"

"Banzai!!!"

Before the chief steward had even finished his words, the crowd below had already cheered loudly.

If he can eat as much as he wants in Yunju, the chief steward's pocket will bleed heavily.

(End of this chapter)