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

Chapter 281 Waiting for the rabbit
A factory, indeed a factory.

To be precise, this place is more like a pig slaughterhouse.

Rows of carcasses hang from racks in the ceiling.

The body was tied with strong straps and fixed to an iron hook.

The head is placed upside down on the water tanks, with the arteries in the neck neatly opened, blood flowing down the neck, over the chin, the nasal cavity, and the tear troughs next to the eyes.

Of course, all the sts' hair is shaved in advance. Messy hair is not conducive to assembly line operations and is also a hassle for cleaning staff.

Dealing with a human corpse is much easier than dealing with a pig.

The heads and limbs are removed and the animals are placed according to their categories into large blue plastic boxes on both sides of the assembly line.

There are usually no internal organs. You should know that those things are basically taken away by buyers in need while the owner of the carcass is still alive.

The remaining flesh is theoretically the part with the lowest value.

After the assembly line started, all the work became simple. Fully armed workers stood on both sides. These people were generally not tall. Through their transparent masks, White could clearly see that these workers with slightly dark complexion and high cheekbones were obviously not locals, let alone mold, but South Asians.

It is normal to think that only noble soldiers with pure faith would not do such "blasphemous" things. Moreover, once some mentally fragile soldiers have a mental breakdown and run back to their country to speak nonsense in the media, it will be a very difficult problem to solve.

These South Asians do not have these problems. Most of these migrant workers do not have legal status, and their only options are farms, fishing boats, slaughterhouses, or cleaning city sewers, which are dirty and tiring jobs that the locals are unwilling to do. The pay here is much higher than outside, although the work requires some psychological preparation.

But think about it, how different is it to cut up pork in a slaughterhouse and cut up rr here?

No wonder the soldier on guard just now was not white.

No one knew what was going on in White's mind. Although he had prepared himself mentally through his previous conversation with Yamazaki, he still couldn't accept the scene before him.

He suddenly stopped and shook his head. The carcasses above the assembly line kept shaking with the movement of the machine, making him feel dizzy. Colonel White never considered himself a coward. He had killed people, seen blood, and had seen scenes of broken limbs flying everywhere.

But the scene before him was indeed too horrifying and shocking.

Can you imagine, in a huge factory, pigs wearing protective clothing, methodically handling the corpses of their own kind?

For a moment, the well-informed Air Force colonel began to doubt whether human diversity was really so extreme and whether God existed.

"Colonel, everyone is like this when they first arrive. You have been able to remain so calm and not vomit. You are an admirable iron-blooded soldier."

Yamazaki's inappropriate praise did not bring much psychological comfort to White.

He even felt it was a mockery and provocation.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak~~~~Boom, boom~~~Gada~~~"

The assembly line continued to run.

Yamazaki did not go any further with his boss, but stood near the door and watched from afar.

He did not wish to offend this promising colonel too much.

Standing behind White, hunched over, with a smile on his face.

Although others cannot see this smile, as an Asian, this is his survival code.

Asians are docile, obedient, hardworking, able to endure hardships, and a model race.

"Hypocritical guy."

Yamazaki's voice was low, especially after he confirmed that his mask was sealed tightly enough.

As a minority, he couldn't help but complain.

You white founding heroes were much better at scalping than this.

Scalping is the process of cutting the scalp around the ears with a sharp blade. First, use a sharp blade to cut the scalp directly to the skull so that the scalp can be easily peeled off the skull.

Boots made of first-grade calfskin and Indian scalp are the favorites of white gentlemen.

The great George Washington was a renowned expert in this area.

Of course, that is an ancient legend from the barbaric era. In today’s paradise on earth and the beacon of civilization, such atrocities that violate morality and humanity will naturally not occur.

Therefore, it is just right to place such factories in Liben, India, or countries like Bharat.

Many years later.

Colonel White, who retired as Lieutenant General of the Air Force, wrote this in his memoirs.

[Humans are animals with thin skin and relatively fragile bones. ]

[I can no longer remember how excited I was when I attended the promotion ceremony to brigadier general, but I still remember that factory and assembly line outside Yokota Air Base. You will never understand what it felt like when you saw countless carcasses being dismembered and twenty tons of frozen human remains like minced meat.]

[My assistant entered the warehouse during the final raid on the factory. He described it in his report to me: there were 281 heads, 241 shoulders, 337 legs and 97 spines. Yes, they had a list of incoming goods. They even had boxes of reproductive organs. When I moved the bags, I felt the human body parts shaking in the bags. Some of the bags were even]

【Blood seeped out.】

[What’s even more terrifying is that these body parts are all labeled and ready to be shipped to various places.]

"Mr. Yamazaki, so, you are the person in charge here?"

Colonel White narrowed his eyes and looked at the small man beside him.

It is hard to imagine that this guy who always smiles, is humble and respectful, could be such a person.

He could swear with his certificate as an outstanding graduate of the West Point Military Academy that no American soldier in Afghanistan with basic moral bottom line would be willing to do this kind of work.

Unless one is the incarnation of Satan, it is impossible for ordinary people to sleep well while managing such a rr workshop.

"Colonel, who do you think would be willing to do this kind of dirty work except me?"

Yamazaki shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Of course, I am usually only responsible for the flow of funds and the approval of goods entering and leaving. I have been here only a few times, and it is all managed by the hired migrant workers."

Yamazaki explained.

After all, he was a major officer of the Mold.

An officer still needs to maintain his dignity, and he was telling the truth.

This is just a small part of the army's countless side jobs and is insignificant.

"Haha, Colonel, I only came here once when I first took over. I vomited and fainted the moment I came in, and I swore never to come again, if it weren't for the special circumstances today."

"So what I said just now was by no means a compliment to you. Seeing this kind of scene, you can still remain calm. Mr. White is indeed extraordinary."

It seemed that he didn't want to stay here any longer, so he politely invited Colonel White to leave the factory.

After walking out the door and taking off their protective suits, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just a door, but it seems like the difference between heaven and hell.

"Major Yamazaki."

White's expression was cold.

"So, Vice Admiral Bolton, do you know this?"

"No, no, no, Colonel, what we just saw on General Bolton's desk was just a list of military supplies."

Yamazaki explained immediately.

"Although the above standards involve the transportation of some organs and experimental corpses, General Bolton has no idea of ​​the actual situation of the factory."

This was the truth, and Yamazaki had no intention of hiding it.

General Bolton was the chief officer transferred from the Pacific Command, so naturally he would not know about these trivial matters.

There was no need for the Army to report these disgraceful secrets to its superiors.

After all, this is extra money. From Lieutenant General Bolton's perspective, this is a losing deal.

"It seems that the people from the Metropolitan Police Department did not wrongly accuse us."

White, a tall, middle-aged white man, couldn't help but sneer.

He now regretted having accepted Mr. Bolton's dispatch so hastily.

This mission is really a bombshell. Whether it is accomplished or not, there will be no good results.

It must be said that those guys in the Metropolitan Police Department are indeed smart and capable, and the prophet from China is also a man of great means.

If the Metropolitan Police Department had not been afraid to offend Yokota Base, they would have probably come to search the base by now.

"Colonel White, that guy named Jiang Hanwen seems to have offended you. I don't understand why you let him go so easily."

Yamazaki took the military cap from the guard with a smile and handed it to White.

"The Metropolitan Police Department has no ability to protect a Chinese person who has no roots in Tokyo."

"Yamazaki, do you think I'm an idiot?"

Faced with this army major, his temporary subordinates instigated him several times.

White finally got angry.

"You can be cunning in front of Mr. Bolton, but you can never play any tricks on me."

"Jiang Hanwen! Prophet, the CIA headquarters' network intelligence, the tips from the capital, and the intelligence officers in Seoul have all released detailed information about the person. This information is publicly available on the Pentagon's official website. Before you received the mission, you knew that the Metropolitan Police Department went to China to hire someone. I don't believe you didn't check the information?"

Li is a cunning man who thinks he is smart. He wears a fake smile all day long, but has countless conspiracies and tricks in his heart.

It's because of you East Asians who like to play tricks and don't do your job properly that you have ended up in your current failure situation.

White didn't want to continue to cooperate with the other party and pretend to be stupid.

It’s okay to deal with people from the Metropolitan Police Department, he won’t have any scruples.

To deal with Jiang Hanwen? Unless there is a huge benefit, it is not worth murdering a superstar with such a special identity, a complicated network of relationships, and amazing energy.

Neither the Pacific Command nor the congressional leaders are willing to be drawn into such a diplomatic crisis for no reason.

He couldn't be sure for a moment what kind of evil intentions this Yamazaki Ichiro had.

But as a soldier who has been on the battlefield for many years, he has an instinct for danger and is sure that Yamazaki has no good intentions.

Even how much of what he said was true is seriously questionable.

"Okay! Mr. Yamazaki, today's work is almost over. I think we should go back and think about how to deal with the questioning from the Metropolitan Police Department."

"No matter how stupid they are, they will not believe that the South Asian man in the factory just now is the murderer of this case. The guy who can do this case must be at least a fox hiding in the dark, and cannot be some brainless poor guy."

Colonel White did not get into the car driven by Yamazaki, but instead called for the Hummer driven by his subordinates behind him.

"Major Yamazaki, let me tell you, if this case cannot be handled properly, I will not hesitate to push you out to take the blame. You must know that the chief officer is not wrong, and I am an Air Force officer who has nothing to do with this case. The Army will not admit it either. At least the procurement department will put all the responsibility on you."

White pulled the car door with one hand and got in, laughing.

Before leaving, he did not forget to shout to Yamazaki.

"Mr. Yamazaki, you are the person in charge of this devil factory, I wish you good luck!"

"Om~~~"

With a roar of the engine, the Hummer drove away carrying the colonel, leaving Ichiro Yamazaki standing alone at the factory gate.

"Baga! Shameless bastard!!"

After the car drove away, the man finally couldn't help but curse.

When it came time to divide the money, everyone wanted to eat more than anyone else.

When something went wrong, no one stepped forward to solve the problem.

Ichiro Yamazaki looked dejected. He completely ignored the strange looks from the guards around him, left his military cap on the passenger seat, and drove away with his foot on the accelerator.

The two soldiers looked at each other with interesting expressions.

These two people, one black and the other Mexican, naturally knew what had just happened.

As for the factory behind them.

They are guards on rotation, and are only responsible for patrolling outside the base. The factory's affairs have nothing to do with them.

No matter who asked them, they only had one sentence to answer about the situation in the factory.

"do not know."

Of course, this is not a lie. No matter who is on duty here, they will not be able to enter the factory gate.

Although the soldiers knew what was going on inside.

But if they can get an extra penny, they can choose to ignore those things.

+ + +
Metropolitan Police Department, inner courtyard.

This is a typical academy garden. Different from the traditional Japanese courtyard, this architectural style originated from the former suzerain country and has a longer history.

For example, the Chiquan Garden developed in the Momoyama period, with a pond as its center and the academy as its main building, is characterized by its large group, magnificent momentum, complex structure and gorgeous decoration.

However, the courtyard of Sakuradamon is much smaller, almost a miniature version of the Pond Garden.

However, although the sparrow is small, it has all the necessary things.

The director of this department is entertaining distinguished guests today, and specially invited a century-old store to come.

The Wagyu Sukiyaki specialty restaurant "Tachimotobashi Iseju" has invited a senior chef to prepare the dishes for its 150-year-old high-end delicacy.

Old man Suzuki was obviously a foodie. He refused the chef's introduction and personally introduced the meal to the guests.

"Mr. Jiang, this restaurant is the most authentic in Tokyo. They insist on using only Matsusaka beef, and use the ancestral sukiyaki pot base passed down from the Edo period, as well as the water brazier that has been used since the start of the business. They grill over charcoal fire, and you can feel the salty and sweet taste of the meat and sauce in one bite. It's really touching."

As the old man introduced, steam began to come out of the pot.

Jiang Hanwen was not the kind of person who didn't give face, so both sides were polite and courteous.

Suzuki pushed Jiang Hanwen to the top seat and sat at the bottom seat himself. Kobayashi and Mingde accompanied the guests. There were only four people in the entire headquarters tasting the delicious food of the century-old restaurant.

Jiang Hanwen looked at the beef slices, green onions, tofu, and chrysanthemums on the table.
I couldn't help but order a spicy garlic oil dip. Isn't this just a clear soup hotpot? Why does it have so many twists?

That being said, it tastes pretty good.

None of them were reserved people, so after exchanging some polite words, they started eating.

"Mr. Jiang, you have come all the way here. It is a great honor for the Metropolitan Police Department."

Old man Suzuki can speak Chinese, but not fluently and his accent is quite strange.

Xiao Lin was right next to him, providing simultaneous interpretation for Jiang Hanwen.

Thanks to Kobayashi Tadamichi's strong translation skills, communication between the two sides was not difficult.

"Mr. Jiang, I wonder what you think about this case."

This is what the Minister is most concerned about right now.

"Mr. Suzuki, whether this case can be solved depends on the Metropolitan Police Department and your courage, Mr. Suzuki."

While Jiang Hanwen was speaking, he exchanged glances with Xiaolin and Mingde Qiu Shui.

Although these two guys had some doubts about Yokota Base, they were just suspicions.

Suspicion alone is of no use.

Even Lord Tianhuang and the Prime Minister don't have the courage to search the mold base.

There is basically no solution to this problem.

Kobayashi Tadamichi didn't want to challenge his old leader's heart endurance, so he had to ask first.

"Is it necessary to do so?"

How he hoped that Jiang Hanwen could give the Metropolitan Police Department some advice. If he had to force old man Suzuki to search the mold base, it would be tantamount to asking him to commit suicide in front of the Emperor.

"There is a solution, but it still requires some determination and courage."

Jiang Hanwen put down his chopsticks and spoke frankly.

(End of this chapter)