MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 120 Allara's promotion

After Matsuda Jinping opened the door, the first thing he saw was the black-haired youth lying on the bed. There was no blood on his pale face, something more essential than the snow-white sheets.

Matsuda hurriedly pulled out the doctor behind him.

"Didn't you say that there will be no other sequelae? Why did he say his head hurts?"

"Uh... I said that there should be no sequelae under normal circumstances, but since the patient fell directly into the sea from a relatively high cruise ship, we can't rule out the possibility of hitting the back of the head."

The doctor said it as best as possible.

Sure enough, concussions are a panacea.

Brain diseases are always the most difficult for doctors to detect and the most difficult to deny. But it's almost there, he doesn't plan to really "amnesia" in front of the Matsuda array.

Now, he must choose a suitable script.

First of all, according to his current personality, and the so-called "plan" between him and Amuro, as a red-handed policeman who wants to destroy the organization, what he cares most about should be whether Amuro succeeds in catching him rum.

However, from beginning to end, only he and Amuro know about his plan. He still needed to test whether Matsuda had already sensed his intentions.

The black-haired youth on the hospital bed seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly asked:

"Matsuda! How did the matter settle? What was the final result?"

His voice was still hoarse, and when he spoke, his dry throat seemed to be slowly being sharpened by a dull knife.

Matsuda frowned, the expression on his face a little strange.

"What are you asking about? Is it about arms smuggling?"

Does he know? I always feel that Matsuda Jinhei seems to have learned some information,

If Matsuda didn't know about his and Amuro Toru's plan, in Matsuda's eyes, the most important thing for Shinkai, who survived the explosion, should be weapons smuggling. He would not, and could not, ask the first question.

He got it.

How did he know? Did you guess it by yourself? Or... Amuro told him?

Either way, Matsuda Jinhei was a little too keen.

"What I said is... yes, er." The black-haired youth opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped.

"What are you talking about? What are you trying to ask?" Matsuda continued to ask without expression.

Why not just ask him about that plan? Matsuda clearly already knew what he and Amuro had done secretly, but he pretended not to know, and never spoke directly? Maybe it's another person who has come up with some concerns for himself.

Since Matsuda didn't take the initiative to ask, could he have been vague about this matter and pretended that nothing had happened!

"Ah, I-I want to ask about smuggling. Did the police finally find out where those weapons were hidden?"

"That day, you arranged for the tracking force to be divided into two groups, one group to chase vehicles in the urban area, and the other group to chase vehicles in Odaiba Park. The first group finally found the storage location of the batch of weapons and successfully seized a batch of weapons. So the operation was a success."

"Oh, then, that's good. It's good to succeed."

The black-haired youth replied absentmindedly, turned his head sideways, and looked at the mobile phone next to him, thinking that he was concealed.

He tentatively stretched out his hand, but was suddenly frightened by the sound of Matsuda's sound again, and the whole person shuddered.

His amber eyes widened and he stared blankly at Matsuda Jinhei.

"You haven't told me, do you remember who rescued you from the sea?"

"Who rescued me? Well, I remember there were a lot of policemen on the shore, didn't they see it?"

"The police who were still on the shore did see you being carried ashore by a blond-haired foreigner. But the scene was chaotic at the time, everyone was eager to confirm your situation, and the ship beside it was still burning, and there were always There could be a second explosion, and people are hastily taking you off that coast."

"Blonde man..." Is it Zhu Fu Jingguang?

He lost consciousness a little bit in the icy sea water, and when he woke up again, he was on the hospital bed. It was true that his physique was too fragile, and he fainted after being soaked in the cold sea water. Fortunately, Zhu Fu Jingguang was still by his side at that time, otherwise he would have to drown.

"And that blond man disappeared very quickly in the dark night. During the past few days when you were in a coma, the police officers of the search section have been tracking the surveillance inside Odaiba Park, but they have never been able to find any trace of him." Matsuda Jin Ping lowered his eyes slightly and sighed in a low tone: "That guy seems to have disappeared out of thin air."

Wow.

Fu Jingguang, who has already learned the rough disguise technique, can of course disappear in the surveillance video very easily. There's nothing magical about it either.

However, listening to Matsuda's meaning, the people from the Metropolitan Police Department did not seem to notice the disguise on Zhu Fu Jingguang's face.

This is not impossible.

Comics can draw faces. If you put Zhu Fu Jingguang's face very large, the traces of disguise can of course be revealed.

But the policemen standing on the shore are not only far apart, but also very dimly lit. In addition, the police's attention is really not on Zhu Fu Jingguang, and it is understandable that they did not find it.

However, in this way, he has to create another case to pave the way for Zhu Fu Jingguang's appearance, so that he can completely establish his identity as a red party on the forum.

"So, do you remember who rescued you?

Matsuda was inexplicably very interested in this question and continued to ask.

"I remember what he looked like. In fact, the one time I came back from Osaka, I was hit by a bomb on the Shinkansen, and that was the guy who saved me."

!

Matsuda Jinping's pupils contracted involuntarily. He subconsciously licked the corner of his lips and asked, "That means he saved you twice? Do you know him?"

"No, I don't know."

"You don't know him, but he saved you twice?"

"I do not know him."

"But he saved you twice, how could it be—"

"I really, don't know him."

The black-haired youth stubbornly repeated this answer, but Matsuda reluctantly gave up the question.

Seeing that he successfully escaped, Xin Haikong breathed a sigh of relief. He has been lying in the hospital bed for three days, and now he is eager to be discharged from the hospital, so he talks to Anshi in private. He really wanted to know how things were going over there.

He glanced at Songtian secretly, and asked tentatively, "I'm almost in good health now, can I be discharged from the hospital? You just said that I was in a coma for several days, so does the police station also need me to go to work? already?"

"Go to work?" Matsuda slowly lowered his head, looked at him with dark eyes, and said strangely: "You don't have to go to work, the police just gave you a week-long vacation, and now you can't use this vacation. to a third."

"No, why did the police station grant me a vacation..."

This question slips out of my mouth faster than my brain can run.

When Xin Haikong wanted to understand, he had already asked it completely. His tone was getting lower and lower, and he swallowed a little guilty.

But it was too late.

The angry Matsuda was like a barrel that had been loaded with shells, and couldn't wait to fire it out.

"Why? Don't you know? The famous Xin, Hai, Kong, Police, Shi, Zheng."

Just the first sentence of this yin and yang anger made Xin Haikong lean back in fright.

But Matsuda Jinhei had no intention of ending at all. The superficial praise, but the real ridicule, came out of his mouth continuously.

"You not only successfully commanded this operation and smashed the criminals' intention to smuggle weapons. You also rescued the entire ship's police officers by yourself, and with a fearless spirit of sacrifice, alone, self, face, confront, bomb, bomb. "

Matsuda Jinhei also put emphasis on the last sentence, as if he was really praising him.

"Based on your great contribution and your injuries, the Metropolitan Police Department has granted you a full week's vacation to allow you to be well, well, rest and rest."

"Congratulations, you have now become the darling of the media, a representative of the Metropolitan Police Department, and a rising star in the police circle."

"…"

Matsuda Jinping's extremely uncharacteristic, yin and yang output, successfully made Xin Haikong shut up.

Xin Haikong bowed his head with some guilt, and his amber eyes glanced around, but he didn't dare to look up at Matsuda.

It doesn't need to be so exaggerated, he didn't want to do this in the first place.

Those weapons are actually things that have been eliminated by a group of organizations. The scientists of the organization have already developed newer weapons and bombs. So even if these weapons are really given to the police, the organization will have no loss at all.

And strictly speaking, this plan is to realize a small dream for Amuro Toru.

The media is really getting better at it, and he can imagine how outrageous the media interviews will be without turning on the TV.

But for him as a social animal, it is also a good thing to have a whole week's vacation to relax.

"Why, why didn't the new star in the police world speak? Don't you plan to explain to me, an ordinary policeman, your mental journey when you made these great achievements?"

"Ah, I just feel, um-hmm, I feel a little pain in my head, a little dizzy. I shouldn't be able to leave the hospital, I'm not well. The ceiling seems to be turning, Matsuda, don't turn it, I want to sleep. now..."

·

In the suburbs, in a villa.

There was no electric light in the whole villa, and the dim candlelight pulled the darkness into the whole house.

Toru Amuro leaned against the corner, walked forward step by step, and slowly approached the corner.

In the long corridor behind the corner, there seem to be several people standing there and communicating. Amuro Toru hesitated for a moment, then stopped.

"You said that the boss suddenly called us here. Why?"

"Who knows, it always feels like the boss has never called us in such a hurry. Did something happen above?"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense. I really have information. I heard that something happened to one of the higher-ups in the organization..."

"High-level! Who is it? Qin, Qin wine?"

"It doesn't seem to be. I heard that that high-level executive has been in the organization for many years. A few nights ago, for some unknown reason, he ran to Odaiba Park alone and was attacked there. When he was sent back, The whole person was about to be beaten into a sieve, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and it couldn't stop, it was estimated that it would not work."

"Oh, your information is wrong! The high-level executive didn't go alone. It seems that he also brought a group of people, but all those people were sent to the prison by the police. No one from the organization can be contacted until now."

"No, doesn't it mean that there are many protections at the top? How can it be said that if you are attacked, you will be attacked, and if you say you can't, you can't?"

"Oh, it's true! I heard that the gin brought people back. The brothers who were guarding the door said that the blood, my God, the whole body is bloody, and normal people shed so much blood that it is not at all. Possibly alive!"

"My God, is it true? Could it be that there was an undercover under the high-level executive who betrayed that high-level executive?"

When Amuro Toru, who was behind the corner, heard these words, his heart tightened suddenly, and he held his breath unconsciously.

Three days have passed since the night at Odaiba Park.

In the past three days, he has been entangled almost all the time about where he should go next.

When contacting the public security and arranging the plan to arrest Rum, he has repeatedly advised himself that he must break the boat. Whether the final result is successful or not, he must take this opportunity to leave the organization and return to the police department.

But man's ambition never stops.

The organization knew that he was undercover, so I'm afraid there were only Rum and M.

That night, all the people on the ship had been sent to prison by him, and he was able to ensure that the group of people would not leak information to the outside world.

That is to say, if Rum really died, and M, out of some kind of bad taste, never revealed his undercover identity, he was not actually exposed in this organization.

In other words, he may still have a chance to keep lurking.

This idea is really risky.

But in fact, since graduating from the police academy, every choice he made was stepping on the tip of the knife. All along, the most important thing around him is risk.

The greater the risk, the greater the gain.

Rum has been seriously injured, and he feels that he is very, very close to the decline of the entire organization.

It was his decision to block his own life from the very beginning. Because of this, when he received the summoning text message this morning, when he inferred from the words in the text message that the boss seemed to be promoting him, he still came here without hesitation.

As it turns out, he was right.

Rum, for some reason, was simply not in a condition to tell the truth. And M has kept this secret all the time. Right now, the organization didn't even know that he was the undercover agent who betrayed Rum.

If he can firmly grasp this information difference, he may be able to completely destroy this organization in a short period of time.

What he didn't expect was that the boss of the organization seemed to call him more than one person.

In this villa, there are nearly twenty members of the organization with code names.

"We are clearly discussing the boss calling us. Why do you keep talking about the death of that high-level executive?"

"Oh, why don't you understand! The position of the organization has always been a turnip and a pit. Now that something happens to a high-level executive who holds a lot of power, the things he was in charge of and the people he originally controlled are not the same. No one cares?"

"My God, aren't you a little too ambitious?"

"What did you say? Don't we join the organization to climb up? Now that there is an opportunity to ascend, we have to take advantage of it..."

"So... the purpose of the boss looking for us, is it because this high-level executive was killed, and there are vacancies?"

"Let me be more direct. I suspect this time is a selection. Boss wants to find someone who can replace that high-level person."

On the other side of the corner, Amuro Toru leaned against the wall and slowly clenched his fists.

If this is really a selection, Boss is going to promote the person who can replace Rum from the nearly twenty members in this villa.

For him, this will be an opportunity to reach the sky one step at a time.

If he can become the second-in-command of the organization, if he can accept Rum's influence and subvert the organization, it will be just around the corner.