People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

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"Sorry, here's your passport," Sakura Kurumi said after handing the documents back to her.

"OK." Caitlin Palacios took out her passport from the inside pocket of her leather jacket and handed it to Yingkong Kurumi.

Yingsora Kurumi opened the passport, looked at it, compared it, and handed it back.

at the same time.

The pendant on her ear glowed golden.

Yingkong Kurumi scanned the woman opposite with her spiritual power.

No concealment of spells or magic props was found.

"Welcome to Japan, Officer Caitlin." Sakura Kurumi then extended her hand.

"Thank you for coming out to greet me so late at night. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yingkong Walnut Hall Manager." Caitlin put away her passport, stretched out her hand and shook it gently.

"This is my duty, it's not difficult at all. Home Minister Hiroshi Kojima places great importance on Interpol and asked me to come and speak to you personally." Sakura Kurumi turned around and pulled out another helmet from the Kawasaki motorcycle, tossing it to Caitlin. "You don't get carsick, do you, Officer Caitlin?"

"Kawasaki Z900..." Caitlin took the helmet and reached out to touch the Kawasaki motorcycle. "It's like my dream bike. I've always wanted a motorcycle like this. It's not cheap."

He jokingly said to Sakura Kurumi, "It seems that the income of your Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau in Japan is really good, Sakura Kurumi."

"It's okay." Yingkong Kurumi shrugged: "Get in the car, sit behind me, I'll take you to the hotel."

"Before we go to the hotel, can I briefly explain why I came to Japan?" Caitlin said. "I don't want to wait until tomorrow. I hope I won't disturb Sakura Sora Kurumi's rest."

"That's exactly what I want to ask." Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile, "I'm just worried that Officer Caitlin must be a little tired after flying for dozens of hours."

"It's indeed been a bit too long. Russian airspace is closed, so I have to transfer to get to Japan." Caitlin said with a smile, "My mission to come to Japan is for a woman."

"Women?" Sakura Kurumi frowned. "What women? There are so many women entering Japan every day."

"She probably doesn't have an identity in Japan." Caitlin took out a photo and handed it to Yingkong Kurumi: "The reason I came here is to find her."

Chapter 249 Japan’s Hell?

Sakura Kurumi took the photo and held it in her hand.

The photo is also of a white woman.

Her facial features are also deep and three-dimensional, and she has long brown hair.

Rose-colored bra and panties.

A small pair of arcs.

This set of patterned underwear is made of purple hollow lace except for the key parts which are made of pure cotton.

Wearing purple suspender stockings of the same color.

Black garters are attached to the lace hollow waist.

She already has white skin, and against the backdrop of this large purple lace with flowers, her complexion looks even whiter.

It can be seen that this is because she has not paid attention to her skin condition for many years, has been exposed to the sun a lot, and has not taken good care of her skin color.

Otherwise it will be even more dazzlingly white.

After all, Europeans and Americans don’t care as much about having fair skin as Asians do.

Yingkong Kurumi's pretty eyebrows slightly frowned: "Is this the suspect? He doesn't look very old?"

A bit of a headache.

However, photos of men with a ferocious look are relatively easy to handle.

In all these years of handling cases, I am most afraid of this type of beautiful and seemingly harmless female criminal.

These women are often not as weak as they appear, they are usually cold-blooded, tricky and perverted.

You are so sweet and affectionate one second, and stab me in the back the next.

Yingkong Hutao also carefully read the information of Caitlin in front of her.

Caitlin Palacios.

A famous female policewoman in Interpol, she is strong, handles cases quickly and has achieved remarkable results.

From Italy, belongs to the Italian Armed Police Force.

He also holds a high police rank and is the youngest armed inspector in Italian history.

The woman in this photo was able to come to Japan unknowingly and was tracked to Japan by this young inspector. I think she is not a simple character.

"Yes, to be exact, 22 years old, excluding the age of sleeping. You know, European and American women are not like you Asian women. We look older much faster." Caitlin said: "Take me as an example. How old do you think Yingkong Walnut Hall is now?"

"I looked at your resume. You're 24 years old." Sakura Kurumi turned her gaze away from the photo and looked at Caitlin, saying frankly, "If I'm just judging by your appearance... I'm probably in my 30s."

Caitlin never dreamed of this answer.

Haven’t we all heard that Japanese people are very polite?

This Yingkong Walnut Hall is really too talkative.

The little face instantly stiffened, turned ashen, and he uttered two "hehe"s with a forced smile.

"Do I really look that old? Maybe it's because I put on too much makeup today and dressed a little more maturely. Next time I won't wear such heavy makeup." Caitlin was extremely embarrassed and even her mood turned bad.

"What do you mean by the age excluding sleeping age?" Yingkong Kurumi keenly noticed that there was something wrong with Caitlin's previous sentence.

"She is not a simple human being and often hibernates for long periods of time," Caitlin said.

"Then what crime did she commit that made you chase her all the way to Japan? Was it murder? Or was it smuggling arms?" Sakura Kurumi put the photo into her leather jacket pocket without returning it to Caitlin sitting opposite her.

"Uh..." Caitlin hesitated slightly as she watched Sakura Kurumi's actions.

"I hope Inspector Caitlin can tell me frankly if you want my support." Sakura Kurumi said, "Although you are Interpol, you have no law enforcement authority in Japan. I hope you understand this."

"Even if you apply for law enforcement authority, according to the rules of police rank comparison, I am two levels higher than you. I am your superior. According to Japanese law, all your actions must be under my command and must be approved by me."

"Okay." Caitlin nodded. "Technically, she's a victim. She's the daughter of the First Divine of our Catholic Church. She was abducted and taken to Japan. We came here to find her."

"Victims?" Sakura Kurumi nodded. "If it's just a victim, then Miss Caitlin can just wait for our news. Of course, you can also go and find out on your own, but be mindful of your identity. You're just an ordinary person in Japan. Don't break Japanese laws. Otherwise, you'll be deported at best, or detained and prosecuted at worst."

"I understand, Sakura Walnut Hall Master," Caitlin said, "I will inform you if I need to go beyond that."

"Then get in the car. I'll take you to the hotel first. Tomorrow you can come to the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau to handle the formalities." Sakura Kurumi said as she got on the motorcycle.

"OK." Caitlin put on her helmet, stretched out her long legs, and sat behind Yingkong Kurumi.

This lady from Yingkong Walnut Hall smells quite nice.

Caitlin was sitting behind Yingkong Kurumi and thinking, when suddenly there was a loud bang and a huge force pushed towards her.

I almost fell down and quickly grabbed the heavy machine.

Yingkong Hutao not only smells good, but also drives very fast.

The hotel Caitlin stayed in was not far from Tokyo Bay.

After arriving quickly, the two said goodbye to each other.

Sakura Kurumi watched Caitlin enter the hotel.

At this time, another Kawasaki motorcycle drove to Sakura Kurumi's side.

The driver was also wearing a tight black leather motorcycle jacket.

She took off her helmet, her little face swayed gracefully, and her long hair, which was messed up by the helmet, was thrown back and to the side.

Heroic and heroic.

Maple Flower Love.

"I told you to rest at home for a few more days, why did you follow me here again?" Yingkong Kurumi smiled and picked up her helmet and touched it with Fenghualian's helmet.

"It's boring to stay here. The longer I stay here, the more uncomfortable I feel. I might as well go to work." Feng Hualian pouted: "Why, don't you want to see me?"

"How could that be? You are my first deputy now, Deputy Fenghualian. How would I handle the case without you?"

"Tsk, I'll take your place sooner or later." Feng Hualian said disdainfully: "Is the woman who just came in the Italian Interpol?"

"Yeah." Yingkong Kurumi took out the photo and gave it to Fenghua Lian, repeating what Caitlin had just said.

"There's something wrong." Feng Hualian looked at the photo and said, "She's lying."

"Oh?" Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile, "Then tell me."

"The most obvious lie is that this missing woman is definitely not the daughter of the First Saint of their Catholic Church. They definitely don't know her." Feng Hualian pointed at the photo and said:

"If, as she said, this so-called Daughter of the First God is a Catholic, why would she use such an unrealistic photo? Such an exaggerated photo makes it seem like they're not familiar at all, and there are only a few photos to choose from."

"That's right." Yingkong Kurumi nodded. "But this missing woman should have some significant connection with the major Jewish religions."

"Because I learned from other channels that the Russian Orthodox Church is also trying to find out about this so-called Daughter of the First God."

"What she said should be half truth and half lie. Most of the missing women are very important to these religions."

"I really don't understand why everyone is rushing to Japan. It seems like Japan has suddenly become another battleground for the whole world to fight over."

"Then what should we do?" Feng Hualian asked, "Help her find it?"

"No big deal, just leave it alone. We're the Exorcist Guard, not the Recruiting Guard." Sakura Kurumi snorted, tossed her long black hair, and put her helmet back on. "We have a lot of things to do in the Security Department. Who's free to help her find someone? Let's go, my adjutant, Hashimoto Yuna, is waiting for us at the ramen shop. You're allowed to wear leather jackets from now on."

After saying that, Yingkong Huwalnut stepped on the accelerator and the engine made a roaring sound.

Get away instantly.

"With your permission, I can wear whatever I like." Fenghua Lian made a face, put on her helmet, stepped on the accelerator and followed, and soon she was on par with Yingkong Kurumi.

In the whistling wind.

Feng Hualian shouted loudly: "Why did that annoying woman come to see us again? Didn't you treat me to dinner? Why did you call her?"

"Let's just have a meal to celebrate the successful completion of our mission and your discharge from the hospital." Yingkong Kurumi also responded loudly.

"Eating ramen to celebrate my discharge from the hospital, Yingkong Kurumi, you are too stingy." Fenghua Lian looked at Fengsu with disdain and shouted loudly: "You are the director of the hall."

"Eat it if you want or not." Yingkong Hutao stepped on the accelerator, and the Kawasaki motorcycle under her seat roared, quickly pulled away, and accelerated away.

"I'm going to eat three bowls and bankrupt you!!!" Feng Hualian was not willing to be outdone, so she stepped on the accelerator and followed closely.

Two famous Japanese police beauties.

Two Kawasaki motorcycles roared.

In late autumn.

In the neon lights of Tokyo's night streets.

Chasing the soul recklessly.

Running wildly one after the other.

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Inside the Tokyo Women's University dormitory.

Momonogi Kana was squatting, not daring to sit down at all.

He closed his eyes and gasped heavily.

suddenly

The little head tilted back and clenched its teeth tightly.