My lover is this organization

"..."

Inspector Megure was silent for a while, and finally closed his eyes.

"Takagi, give her the key."

"But……"

"give her."

"……Yes."

Everyone understands that at this point, the situation basically has to be handed over to the Metropolitan Police Department or even the public security department to handle, and whether the hostages can be guaranteed to be safe depends entirely on the mood of the criminal.

Pu Siqinglan reached out and accurately caught the helicopter key thrown from the air. She smiled coldly, then dragged Qin Wuque and disappeared completely outside the hall door.

Inspector Megure, who had been holding his gun tightly just a second ago, lowered his hands dejectedly and said in a low voice: "Brother Takagi, contact the Metropolitan Police Department immediately, and... contact the Public Security Department as well, and tell them the situation."

"Inspector, do we really want to do this?" Officer Takagi was still a little hesitant.

Inspector Megure glanced at him and said, "What else can we do? Professional killers are beyond the capabilities of our Metropolitan Police Department. Now that the hostages have been taken away, all our actions should prioritize the safety of the hostages' lives."

"Yes!" Officer Takagi stepped forward and saluted.

Then Inspector Megure turned around and bent down, looking sincerely at Huihara Ai who had been sitting on the sofa without saying a word, and said word by word: "Don't worry, little sister, we police officers will definitely bring your brother back safely."

"Uh... um."

As if she was not used to such a sincere tone coming from a stranger, the girl turned her head away and nodded with difficulty. Inspector Megure understood this tiny detail as her worrying about her brother's safety.

But in fact, what the girl was thinking was - forget it, it’s hard to say who will kidnap whom in the end.

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PS: I feel confused in the morning, sleepy in the afternoon, and energetic in the evening. The later it gets, the more energetic I become. It’s mysterious.

Chapter 92: The Eternally Burning Pupil Master

"Oh~ I was taken away~"

Qin Wuque kept yelling until he was thrown onto the helicopter.

However, compared to his vigorous and passionate words in the hall at the beginning, he basically just muttered a few words symbolically at the end, and his tone also revealed that he was about to fall asleep.

The main reason was that no one paid any attention to him at all. The only listener was Pu Siqinglan who was dragging him all the way back.

However, Pu Siqinglan ignored him.

This makes people very helpless.

It’s like storytellers only tell stories in teahouses, not in funeral homes.

Although there are many people on both sides, at least there are people cheering and serving tea in the former, and if the storytelling is interesting, you might even get tips.

As for the latter...if there are people cheering you on, offering you tea, and giving you money, then you should consider whether you should pack up your stall and run away for the sake of your own life.

"Why don't you scream?"

Pu Siqinglan closed the helicopter door on the driver's side with force, started the engine skillfully, glanced at Ge You who was slumped in the co-pilot seat and seemed to have entered the idle fish mode, and raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing, just tired."

Qin Wuque turned over as he spoke, from facing forward to lying on his side, with his legs curled up on the seat, leaving the female killer with a lonely back.

???

Pu Siqinglan resisted the urge to ask questions wildly across the air, thinking to herself, do you understand that you are the hostage now, not me!

At this time, Inspector Megure and others who had been staying in the hall rushed out of the cabin and came to the deck, but the helicopter had already entered the take-off phase and began to rise slowly. The high-speed rotating spiral blades stirred up a whistling wind that swept across the entire deck, blowing the corners of their clothes.

Pu Siqinglan looked down from above, her eyes sweeping over every person below, a cold, vicious, yet captivating smile appearing on her still beautiful face.

She put the switchblade back against the back of Qin Wuque's neck and raised her chin towards the policemen below to show that she still had absolute control over the hostage.

From the perspective of Inspector Megure and others on the deck, Qin Wuque was tied to the passenger seat in a restrained and bound posture. Although the specific method of tying could not be seen clearly, judging from his sitting posture, he was obviously restrained and lost the ability to move independently...?

"Haah~"

Under the increasingly annoyed gazes of the policemen below, Qin Wuque, who seemed to be restrained in their eyes the previous second, suddenly moved and yawned comfortably. Then, as if he suddenly realized that there was a weapon against the back of his neck, he turned his head and immediately revealed a tactical backward expression. Then, he began to wink at the policemen below at an angle that Pu Siqinglan could not see.

You can basically understand the general meaning without having to understand it in detail.

It's nothing more than - Shoot! Shoot! Shutehe! Gastfak in Shute!!!

However, no one paid any attention to him.

The only way to subdue the criminal with one shot is to let the bullet hit the brain stem. However, there has been a saying since ancient times that if you hit high and low, you will get stupid. Aiming from below is a relatively difficult task. In addition, the other party has hostages in their hands, and there is a helicopter windshield in between. In addition, the light is dim at night and it is impossible to aim accurately.

Faced with so many difficulties, even the best sharpshooter in the Metropolitan Police Department cannot guarantee that he can always hit the target.

So, Qin Wuque decisively gave in.

These policemen are really... How come they are even more cowardly than him, a hostage?

Did you see him being scared from beginning to end?

Cowardly grandson!

"By the way, if I remember correctly, I seemed to hear a police officer in the hall just now say that this helicopter has a positioning system. Do you think it's really okay for you to drive this thing away?"

Seeing that the group of policemen below had no intention of interacting with him anyway, Qin Wuque simply sat back in his seat and started chatting with Pu Siqinglan.

"You don't have to worry about that." Pu Siqinglan sneered, "Police helicopters have positioning systems, but police parachute bags don't."

"what?"

Qin Wuque was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted: "Oh my god, sister, what should I do if you parachute away?"

"You? Good luck to you~"

Pu Siqinglan glanced at him and chuckled.

"And didn't you say you were a freelancer? You even know Scouts. You can't be someone who can't even fly a helicopter, right?"

“Personally speaking, I am better at fighter jets…” Qin Wuque scratched his head.

He was telling the truth. If he was given a Skyfighter, even the Pugachev Cobra maneuver would be easy for him, as well as all kinds of dogfighting techniques.

But as for the helicopter... even if you ask him to stop at a fixed point, he will stop crookedly.

"By the way, I think Pu Si Qing Lan is not your real name." Qin Wu Que suddenly asked, "It's not that I have any discrimination against four-character names. After all, those crazy people nowadays can even come up with names like King of Glory... It's a pity that your Chinese is so bad that it's a torture for me, a pure Chinese."

"Of course." Pu Siqinglan raised the corners of her mouth slightly. "If you were a pure Chinese, you should know what my gray eyes represent, right?"

"I know, Russian." Qin Wuque nodded.

"Then if my name is shuffled and reorganized, and then combined with this Russian identity that you mentioned, what don't you think of?" Pu Siqinglan asked again.

"No." Qin Wuque shook his head firmly.

Pu Siqinglan was obviously startled. She didn't expect to hear such an answer: "Rasputin, haven't you heard of this name?"

"I really don't..."

As if he suddenly thought of some bad things in the past, Qin Wuque covered his chest and pretended to be heartbroken and couldn't breathe: "To be honest, I failed the history course in junior high school. For this, the teacher punished me to copy the review notes four times. I used up four ink cartridges and almost broke my hand."

Pu Siqinglan was silent for a moment.

"Condolences..."

She didn't know what to say. Continuing the conversation would be meaningless, so she simply changed the subject.

"Since you cooperated with me in escaping, I will pierce your heart with a switchblade before I parachute out. You will have about ten seconds to recall your life. Before the plane crashes into the sea, you will die from a damaged heart. At least it's better than drowning or falling to death in the sea. At the same time, you can keep my secret."

"Then thank you." Qin Wuque said.

Then he asked another question: "Then do you know who I am?"

"you?"

Pu Siqinglan cast a look with some contempt and was about to say something sarcastic, but suddenly she found a golden light suddenly lit up in the darkness beside her.

Qin Wuque turned his head and looked at her. His eyes, which were usually brown, seemed to be ignited by the legendary golden holy fire. His shining golden pupils were directly exposed to the air, like two large golden gas lamps. His round human pupils were stretched into elongated flat olive shapes, just like cat's eyes, engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Pu Siqinglan's spirit was instantly shattered, as if the person staring at her was not a human being, but a terrible monster.

The terrifying memories in Osaka were instantly brought back.

But last time, she looked into those eyes through a telescope from several hundred meters away.

And this time, it was face to face!

"It's you! It's you!"

The extreme fear destroyed all the sanity of the female killer in an instant. She couldn't even hold the joystick of the helicopter. Instead, she shrank towards a corner away from Qin Wuque like a hostage, kicking her legs and waving the switchblade in her hand wildly.

"It's you! The Eternally Burning Eye Master!"

God's eternally burning pupil magician...

Qin Wuque held his forehead slightly in his heart, and then spoke in a very macho and stern voice.

"No, I am a righteous Spartan!"

After saying that, he raised his legs and bent his knees, then kicked Pu Siqinglan directly out of the cabin.

“This is Sparta!!!”

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PS: I have finished writing two chapters, from feeling sleepy to being energetic... mysterious.

It's time to touch it.

Chapter 93: Mingmei, the girl-cheating demon

The hostages are safe.

Shi Kaobing was successfully arrested.

The two joys overlap.

This double joy brought even more joy.

This caused the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, which usually had to rely on external private detectives to solve even murder cases, to fall into a dreamlike happy time.

Especially for Inspector Megure and his team, although it may sound a bit too snobbish and realistic, after all, no one is perfect, and in the face of such a great achievement that is enough to allow them to get promoted, make money, and advance their careers, it is absolutely impossible for them to put on a nonchalant face.

So much so that they simply ignored the nonsense in Qin Wuque's subsequent record, such as "The quality of the Metropolitan Police Department's helicopter was substandard, and the handle actually leaked electricity. The other party was shocked when he touched it, and his hand shook, revealing a flaw. I was prepared and kicked him to the ground on the spot."

After all, if it weren't for Qin Wuque, they would probably still be sitting on the sea, enjoying the sea breeze and waiting for the police to arrive. When they return, they might even be punished. Even if they are not punished, it will definitely be recorded, which will definitely have a huge impact on their future promotions.

This wave, this wave is full of twists and turns.

Anyway-

If you say yes, then it is!

By the way, that night, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department sent several helicopters to take Scott away under heavy escort, and the Suzuki luxury cruise ship finally arrived at the port of Tokyo Bay the next morning.

Because Mori and his group accepted the invitation of Miss Natsumi Kosaka, they were taken to the huge castle in Yokosuka by the Suzuki Group's special car after getting off the ship.

As for Qin Wuque, he drove directly home with Huihara Ai.

It's not because he has no interest in adventure and treasure hunting, but simply because his train of thought is often too direct, and he is really not suitable for these convoluted puzzles. Moreover, for a treasure site that looks relatively old like this, the puzzle-solving techniques usually need to be supplemented by historical knowledge of the time, which is too difficult for him, who failed junior high school history.

Just tell me, for a person who can spend eight hours and exhaust himself to complete eight puzzles in a 2.5D horizontal fighting action game, burning up more than half of his brain cells, is there any need for him to play puzzles?

So, forget it.

……

……

When Qin Wuque brought Huihara Ai all the way back to the villa in Beika Town, Miyano Akemi was preparing lunch in the kitchen. The whole villa was filled with the aroma of lunch, and the dining table in the living room was filled with various dishes. It was so sumptuous that at first glance, people would believe that it was enough for ten people, let alone three.

Hearing the noise coming from the entrance, Miyano Akemi, who was originally busy in the kitchen, immediately ran out. She was still wearing a white apron and holding a soup spoon in her hand. When she saw the two people walking in from the door, she subconsciously revealed a happy smile.