Thinking of the increasingly subtle relationship between his group of FBI and the local police, James couldn't help but feel dizzy: "This is not the same environment as I expected... Forget it, the matter has come to this, I can only try to save it."
…
Not long after the three backbones returned to the base, other FBI agents also rushed back one after another.
The experienced detectives acted in an orderly manner. Some of them found a place to lock up the men in black who had finally been caught, while others entered the living room.
James looked at them and remembered that they were the subordinates who were sent to find the bullet casings: "Did you pick them all up?"
A few people nodded proudly. Just after they finished nodding, they looked at the other nodding companions and were stunned for a moment, as if they were both a little confused.
"?" Judy keenly saw something was wrong. Thinking that these people had just walked around Uzo's stage, she asked warily, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." One of the strong men raised his elbow and bumped into the colleague next to him, half teasing and half complaining, "I worked hard to pick up more than a dozen bullet casings in the dark, why are you so proud? I don't know.
I thought you picked these up."
"Ah?" The colleague was startled for a moment, and then looked back with a look that said, "I didn't expect you to be such a person." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick plastic bag.
The colleague threw the bag containing more than a dozen bullet casings on the coffee table and muttered: "I obviously picked it up, why did it become you?"
The strong man was stunned: "You... you stole my bullet casing?!"
He subconsciously touched his pocket, but felt a bulging hand. He reached out suspiciously and pulled it out, and with a clatter, a plastic bag filled with many bullet casings appeared in front of everyone - there was nothing missing.
The two of you looked at me, and I looked at you, then looked down at the two plastic bags full of things, with confused expressions on their faces: "?"
The other two colleagues who were sent to pick up the bullet casings were also stunned. After two seconds, they began to dig into their pockets blankly... and then took out the same thing.
James: "...?"
Akai Shuichi: "..."
Judy: "..."
Judy rushed forward in confusion, took their bags and poured out the shells. She soon saw the problem: "The models are different, this one is the same, and this one, hiss, this is a shell from many years ago.
They’re all so rusty... whose bullet casings did you pick up??"
"I, I don't know either." The FBI agent scratched his head, feeling a little aggrieved, "It was so dark, so I quickly picked it up when I saw something similar in shape... I never thought there were other bullet casings there.
"
Several other people nodded quickly, obviously having the same idea.
One of them suddenly realized: "No wonder. Before I rushed to the scene, I was thinking that this was an impossible task, but who knew that when I looked for it at the approximate location, I actually touched two of them one after another.
"Then I followed my intuition and touched in a random direction, and quickly found all the bullet casings. At that time, I thought that I was so lucky today, that I was possessed by the goddess of luck. But now, alas..."
Judy: "..."
She didn't know whether Lady Luck was here. She only knew that she had a new understanding of the concentration of criminals in Tokyo. Looking back at the young FBI agent who had just arrived here a while ago and knew nothing about the environment.
I couldn't help but sigh, and I was very glad that I was not shot twice by passers-by for no apparent reason.
James didn't expect that things would turn out like this. He sighed: "Let's first look for which bullet casings are ours."
Several people stepped forward, poured out all four bags of bullet casings, and pieced them together to find what belonged to Shuichi Akai.
Here comes the bad news: "A few coins are missing."
But there seems to be good news too.
James took a deep breath and tried to be optimistic: "There are so many bullet casings sleeping in the park, which shows that their police did not pay attention to them. In this case, it is not obvious that Shuichi's bullets are mixed in."
Judy nodded: "I just watched the video uploaded by the onlookers. Fortunately, due to the sudden incident and the obstruction of the sports car, no one took pictures of the shooting. All they took were pictures of the show.
With a parachute, uh..."
Judy came back to her senses, coughed, and got to the point abruptly: "Since the police don't know that anyone was shooting, then they won't deliberately investigate the bullet casings. To say the least, even if they did, there are so many types of bullet casings..."
She looked at the pile of things on the coffee table with complicated emotions: "They may not be able to find us so quickly. By the time they come to the door, we will definitely have asked for what we need from these people in black. We don't have to worry about spending too much time."
I spent a lot of time struggling with the police.”
"This is the only choice for now." Shuichi Akai turned on the TV, pressed the remote control several times, and finally stopped at the local news station.
Sure enough, what happened just now has appeared on the screen, and a well-known reporter is passionately broadcasting it live.
"..."
After watching in silence for a while, forcing himself to listen to some nonsensical analysis, Akai Shuichi silently pressed the shutdown button.
Then he turned around and said calmly, amidst the complicated looks of sympathy or weirdness from his colleagues: "Don't go looking for bullet casings recently. Based on my understanding of that person, he has probably used the topic to play out one set of scripts after another. He is just waiting.
We threw ourselves into a trap.”
Several FBI agents who had helped him a lot breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and looked at him with slightly softened eyes.
Judy was not too entangled in this. She set her sights on longer-term matters: "Now that we have caught those men in black, I hope to get enough useful information from them."
Akai Shuichi thought of the great help of a certain phantom thief in the process of arresting people, and was not optimistic about this.
Anyway, those men in black were already being interrogated by their colleagues, so he simply skipped this step and talked about his plans for the future - this was the result of his hard experience and thinking on the way back.
Akai Shuichi looked around at everyone present: "Recently, we have been attracted too much attention by Uzo, but have ignored the original focus."
Colleagues were confused: “The original point?”
Akai Shuichi: "What did we come to Tokyo for in the first place?"
James twirled his pale beard and felt that the question was inexplicable, but he still answered politely: "Investigating the black organization?"
After Judy was reminded, she suddenly remembered. A figure who had the hatred of killing her father appeared in her mind: "Belmod!"
"That's right." Akai Hide nodded, "During this period, we have been attracted too much attention by 'that person', but we have neglected the original focus."
