After Haihara Ai left, Gregory motioned to Qianyu to take off his clothes and expose his shoulders.

"Has your wound been treated?" Gregory asked, looking at the bandage. "Also, what kind of gun were you hit with?"

"It has been treated," Qianyu replied. "The wound was probably caused by a grain of steel sand from the shotgun."

"Steel sand?" Gregory wondered as he untied the bandage, revealing the wound inside.

After a while.

"Your wound has healed," Gregory threw the bandage into the trash can on the side. "The steel sand is so small that it can't penetrate the sinus tract, and the chance of infection is very low. Go home and rest, it really happens.

If you have suspected symptoms of infection, come see me again.”

At this moment, without any knocking, the office door was opened directly.

A man in a black suit walked in.

Both Gregory and Qianyu looked at the man in surprise.

"Excuse me, is Dr. Gregory Asker here?" The man looked at Gregory and said politely.

Such a polite tone made Qian Yu feel that the identity of the visitor was a bit strange.

Of course, the strange protrusion in the left inner pocket of the man's suit is much weirder than this - judging from the shape of the protrusion, either some lunatic used a toy gun to scare people, or else he is a member of a violent organization

Armed men (whether official or not) turned to him.

Gregory obviously saw it too.

"I'm not Gregory," Gregory said without changing his expression. "That lazy guy asked for leave and didn't come, but I'm his good friend and I can send him a message."

The man was stunned for a moment, then put his right hand into his left inner pocket.

Damn it, this guy doesn't want to shoot here, does he? Qianyu was about to take the umbrella out of the backpack on his back, but found that he had just thrown the backpack on the sand a few steps away in order to check the wound on his shoulder.

However, Qianyu was overly worried, because the man finally took out a photo, took a look at it, and then turned the photo in the direction of Gregory, with a speechless expression on his face.

That is a high-definition photo of Gregory without a hat.

"Now, can we talk for a minute? Mr. Gregory?"

Qianyu curled his lips and looked at Gregory whose lie was exposed.

"Since you have come to investigate me, you should know that I don't like walking," Gregory gestured to the crutches lying on the desk. "Let's talk here."

"This little guy might need to go out for a while." The man glanced at Qian Yu - the look in his eyes made Qian Yu feel a little twitchy.

However, this should be just a routine warning... If you treat yourself as an enemy, I'm afraid your hair will stand on end...

"First tell me who you are." Grigory said in English. "Don't worry, this kid is so young, he won't understand."

Qianyu immediately understood what Gregory meant and pretended to be completely confused about Gregory's English.

"Okay, as you wish, sir." The man sighed, took out another ID book, opened it and showed it to Gregory.

"Oh..." Gregory made a surprised expression. "Public security?"

Qianyu's surprised expression was also palpable. If he hadn't lowered his head in advance to prevent his expression from revealing flaws, he might have exposed his secret.

The public security police are not ordinary police, but police responsible for national-level security, intelligence and other cases. They are essentially equivalent to the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) in the United States, the Gestapo (State Secret Police) of Nazi Germany, and World War II.

The former Japanese Empire's Special High School (the direct reason for the creation of the Public Security Police was to replace the Special High School that was forced to disband after World War II). Its main task is to deal with related criminal gangs; left and right-wing political parties (such as the Japanese Communist Party, Aum Shinrikyo)

and the political behavior of non-governmental organizations such as the Korean Chongryon (General Federation of Koreans in Japan), the labor movement, and the anti-war movement.

What did the police ask Gregory to do?

"One of our agents was poisoned and has just been transported back to the country," the man said. "We suspect that he was poisoned in a very clever way. We know that you are one of the best doctors in Japan.

, so we hope you can come and help us.”

"Who sent you here?" Gregory obviously had the same question as Qianyu. "Don't talk to me about public police. Tell the truth."

"How do I need to prove that I am a public security policeman?" The man smiled bitterly. "If you don't even believe the certificate, then what do you believe?"

"You can let your helicopter fly over, and then show me the special forces who can break through the window." Gregory said casually.

"It's a deal?" The man's expression was very subtle.

"Okay." Gregory said happily. "Prove it to me!"

The man in black calmly took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hirata, open your mind, our guests want your big dick to scream a few times. In addition, let Ginbei rappel from upstairs to outside Gregory's office, the sooner the better."

After hanging up the phone, the man looked out the window with a smile.

Gregory and Qianyu couldn't help but look out the window.

The roar of the helicopter has already sounded.

"Didn't you hear that just now?" The man in black raised his eyebrows and said to Gregory, who had a subtle expression. "When our helicopter landed on the roof, it should have made a very loud propeller sound."

"Dong dong -" The sound of knocking on the window came from the window, and another man in black was seen grabbing a nylon rope, stepping on the window sill, and saying hello to everyone.

"omg..." Qianyu blurted out.

"Did you say he doesn't know English?" The man glanced at Qian Yu and frowned.

"Do you know anything about the Soviet Union?" Gregory asked.

"It's okay." The man replied.

"Can you speak Russian?" Grigory asked again.

"Won't."

"Excuse me, what does 'Bolshevik' mean?" Gregory asked again.

"Majority." The man continued to answer. (Bolsvik means majority in Russian, and accordingly, Menshevik means minority in Russian.)

"That's right," Grigory spread his hands. "Do you know Russian?"

"Okay..." the man shrugged. "So, since I have fulfilled your request, do you believe that I am a public security policeman?"

"If I continue not to believe it, you are fully capable of kidnapping me." Gregory picked up the crutches and stood up. "Let's go out, but I may be slower to go upstairs because I am a disabled person after all."

"But there's nothing wrong with you walking..." The man glanced at Gregory, who was walking towards the door, and said strangely.

"Whoever takes Vicodin can leave like this -" Gregorian opened the door and looked at the man. "Aren't you leaving?"

"..." Qianyu glanced at the gap between her thighs after watching Gregory and the two men in black leave.

Just now, Gregory quietly threw his cell phone into the crack of his legs.
Chapter completed!