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Inspector Shiratori walked aside, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette.

He looked at the many police officers who were still busy collecting evidence and couldn't help but sigh.

Then he heard footsteps coming towards him from far away.

Suddenly, Shiratori Renzaburo turned his head and looked at the person who came with vigilance.

It was a nasty man dressed in black.

Why did he hate it? Because he had seen this guy before, more than once.

“…It’s you again.”

Inspector Shiratori muttered.

"Who else can handle this matter except us?"

The man in black said with a serious face.

He took out his ID from his pocket, showed it to Shiratori Renzaburo according to procedure, and continued.

"Metropolitan Police Department Public Security Department, Deputy Inspector, Yuya Kazami."

"This incident is a special terrorist attack that seriously endangers national security. It is now under the full jurisdiction of the Ministry of Public Security. Criminal Division officers, please sign a confidentiality agreement and leave immediately."

"Once you return to the Metropolitan Police Department, my immediate superior, the Public Security Bureau investigator, will contact you for follow-up processing."

Yuya Kazami said so.

And Shiratori Jinzaburo was also happy to hand over this case, which the Criminal Department could not solve, to the Ministry of Public Security to handle.

If there is really external pressure on the Criminal Department to deal with that urban legend that has killed countless people.

Inspector Shiratori didn't dare to say how many people in the Criminal Division would be alive in a week.

"Got it. I'll leave it to you guys from now on... Hey, leave all your stuff and people behind and pack up!"

he shouted.

The other officers from the Third Investigation Division hurriedly handed the matter over to their colleagues from the Public Security Bureau of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Soon, Shiratori Renzaburo left with the police officers who were searching the three departments.

As for the reporters who rushed in after smelling the blood, they were stopped outside by the police before they even got close to the car company. Until the next day, what happened here would not cause any impact on the outside world.

The power of the Metropolitan Police Department's Public Security Bureau is so great.

They have the power to act first and report later, can decide whether a case should be made public, and can even directly convict the criminals in the case without going through the prosecutors of the Ministry of Public Security!

Such a mechanism would not exist under normal circumstances.

But they do exist.

"We must take action to resolve this urban legend, Mr. Amuro."

After all the other irrelevant people left, Yuya Kazami whispered.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the figure of Fūya Rei walked out from the darkness.

The Japanese public security officer codenamed [ZERO] also had a serious expression.

Things like this are indeed not something that can be easily resolved. It is estimated that the investigators will soon give them hard indicators for dealing with this urban legend. The trouble is that this urban legend is biased against them.

After returning home early, he tried to contact the urban legend several times, but in the end, there was no good result.

I really don’t understand why that urban legend has always been against them?

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Nara Hikaru has left the car company.

As soon as I saw those reporters being stopped outside, I knew that it was definitely the Japanese police who took action again.

He had always looked down upon the Japanese Public Security Bureau. The reason was simple: the Japanese Public Security Bureau was a secret service agency here, and the name of the predecessor of this secret service agency was a familiar and extremely disgusting name to him...

Special High Police Operations Section...abbreviated as Special High Section!

Chapter 16: Use plain glasses for disguise!

Pisk died, Ireland died, and the official Pisk was responsible for contacting also lost the organization's control.

When this news reached Rum, the second-in-command of the organization, he was extremely surprised.

He couldn't understand how things had gotten to this point. How could a mere local urban legend kill dozens of peripheral members of the organization in one night and kill Pisk and Ireland by himself?

That was a crime committed inside the car company that Pisco had been running for a long time!

Could it be that Pisco has completely worn himself out over the years and has no fighting power at all?

Even if Pisk has no fighting power at all, Ireland can't be without fighting power, right?

Others don't know about Ireland's fighting power, but Rum knows something about it. After all, Gin and Pisco don't get along, and Ireland and Gin don't have a good relationship either. So he decided to pull Ireland to his side.

But now Ireland died suddenly inexplicably in a small Beika Town.

How could this not surprise Rum?

"Hiss——Is this [Half-human, Half-ghost, Number One Gun] really that terrifying?"

Rum sat in his little room, holding a cigar in his hand. On the table next to him was a glass of red wine and one-third of it. He asked himself this question in confusion.

This is totally outrageous. Why is he still staying in Beika Town when he is so good at fighting?

Wouldn't this shine throughout the world just like Russia's Pramya?

"This is unbelievable. Now Gin wants to send his team to Tokyo to help him deal with that urban legend. Curacao, what do you think?"

Curacao, standing behind the rum, remained silent.

She didn't know much about Gin and the Gin Group, and had never been to Beika Town, so she didn't know anything about urban legends.

Therefore, she knew nothing and had no say at this time.

Expecting Curacao's reaction, Rum shook his head and muttered.

"Since Gin needs help, then approve a note and ask Chianti and Cohen to go over and help."

"Curaçao, go contact the nearby organization base and send some peripheral members over. Everything will be attributed to Gin. If he wants support, then I will provide him with it!"

"By the way, Vermouth went to Beika Town to investigate this urban legend."

"Send another message to Vermouth, asking her to replace Pisco and complete the mission that Pisco didn't complete. Don't let this matter affect the organization's future development in Tokyo."

Although Pisco is dead, Vermouth is here and the effect is the same.

Anyway, as long as there is someone who can continue to threaten the official and then eliminate him once he loses his value, Vermouth, who can change his appearance freely, may be more suitable to complete this task.

Hearing the name Vermouth, Curacao's eyes became sharp.

However, she said nothing, simply turned and left the room, doing as Rum instructed.

Sizzle————

Put the cigar in your hand into the water in the ashtray to extinguish the flame.

Rum said to himself.

"An urban legend from a small place actually claims to be [half-human, half-ghost, the best with a sharpshooter]. How incredible! Let's see how much of a ghost you are, and how much of a master with a sharpshooter you are!"

"Humph, with such a net, he can't escape even if he has wings!"

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"You want to kill me with just these few people? You're dreaming!"

"The bandits in Guandong Mountain were equipped with all kinds of light and heavy weapons. We were in a vast desert and had highly mobile vehicles, yet I was able to wipe them out by myself. How can I just have three submachine guns and dozens of pistols? Humph, that's wishful thinking!"

Nara Hikaru stood at one of the safe spots he had set up inside Beika Town.

He hung the submachine gun in his hand on the wall and glanced elsewhere.

There were all kinds of weapons and equipment hanging scattered here.

From pistols, samurai swords, eagle claw hooks, to homemade explosives.

All the way to pistols modified from models, and even homemade guns made with two water pipes and tape.

If all of them were used, even the former prime minister of this country could be easily made to open up!

Didi, didi————

The phone rang again.

Nara Hikaru took out his cell phone from his pocket again and opened the cover.

As expected, the writer of the letter was Asai Narumi again.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

This guy is such a trouble. It seems he should have been more decisive.

If they killed all those evil heroin dealers and producers on the first day of arriving at Moon Shadow Island and then left, then Asai Narumi would not even be able to find out who did it, let alone find him.

[Mr. Nara, the car company's building has been surrounded by the Metropolitan Police Department.]

[Please stay safe for the time being. If you are injured, please contact me at the clinic... I have almost finished investigating the matter you mentioned earlier. I will send you the specific coordinates later.]

[In the Ekoda area of ​​Tokyo... my home.]

【Narimi Asai】

Nara Hikaru opened his phone and replied to the message.

【Read】

Then he closed his phone and put it back in his pocket.

"Next, Gin will probably organize a counterattack and hunt me down."

"However, this time will probably be pushed back significantly... The Ministry of Public Security, led by Rei Furuya, will most likely begin a manhunt for me. If necessary, I'll need to learn the art of disguise."

Nara Hikaru took the map out of the drawer and placed it on the table.

Only at this time did he take off his sunglasses and put them aside.

If Gin, Pisco and other members of the Black Organization saw his face, they would be shocked because he looked very young, probably only in his early twenties.