"That wasn't me just now, that was Kyogoku Makoto." As he said that, Shizuo Komemon started the car and drove slowly onto the main road.
"Oh, yes." Miwako Sato nodded subconsciously, and then she immediately realized something was wrong, "But he's in your face."
"Yes." Shizuo Komemon felt a little strange that someone else was slapping him in the face...
"By the way, is this guy also a member of that organization?"
Sato Miwako recalled that the last time Yasuki Domon was killed, Manager Kuroda and the Komemon Police Department had the same reaction, and the secret they kept at the same time was that criminal organization.
"More or less, this guy is an undercover agent sent by the FBI into the organization."
"Ha?" Sato Miwako was stunned, and looked back at Akai Shuichi, whose arms and legs were obviously twisted or misplaced, "Then you beat him so badly?"
"Didn't I kill him too?" Shizuo Komemon said confidently.
"..." Miwako Sato's head was full of black lines, "So, without me watching, you didn't act at all measured."
"What kind of injury is this? I've been used to this kind of injury since I was seven years old." Shizuo Komemon curled his lips and didn't take it seriously at all.
Miwako Sato opened her mouth when she heard this, not knowing what to say.
After a long while, she said silently, "Call me if this happens again in the future. It feels really bad not knowing anything. Rather than doing this, I would rather face the danger."
The corner of Shizuo Komemon's mouth twitched, "No, I feel like it's easier to do it by myself. My teammates are so unreliable. You don't even know how bad Kaitou Kidd is."
"Kaitou Kid? Why is he hanging out with you?" Sato Miwako suddenly realized that this was how the disguise of Shizuo Furumemon came from.
"Oh, that cheater..." Shizuo Komemon's head turned black when he mentioned him.
The two of them chatted like this all the way to Sato's house.
"Doesn't his injury need to be treated? There are still several hours until dawn." Sato Miwako opened the car door, and before leaving, she was a little worried about Shizuo Furumon's style.
"It's just a fracture. He can have surgery within two weeks. With his physical condition, it won't be a big problem to delay it for another two weeks. I have rich experience in this kind of thing, so you don't have to worry about it." Shizuo Komemon said in a relaxed tone.
"Okay, I'm just reminding you not to apply your own physical standards to ordinary people. I'm going up first. You should rest early." Sato Miwako waved her hand and went directly upstairs.
After Shizuo Komemon watched her go upstairs, he drove around the neighborhood and found nothing dangerous or unusual, so he found a suitable open space to park and rest.
Stuff Akai Shuichi into the trunk, fold down the seat, put a mattress on it and sleep. If he wakes up and tries to escape, you will be able to notice it.
Of course, with his arms and legs completely broken, unless he is Superman, he will definitely not be able to escape.
Feeling a little tired after two days of hard work, Komemon Shizuo slept until daylight... before dawn.
In the middle of the night, after closing his eyes for a while, someone started making noise outside his car.
Feeling angry about getting out of bed, Shizuo Komemon turned over and sat up, and roughly opened the car door.
When I got out of the car, I saw five gangsters drinking, chatting and kicking in front of his car, and two of them female gangsters were sitting on the hood of his car.
"Ah, there's someone in the car, he looks like a handsome guy." Not only was the female gangster with dark skin and hottie makeup not afraid, she was also laughing and commenting.
"Let's have a drink together, handsome~" another female gangster with a thick layer of powder invited her.
"You look like a bartender. Which bar do you work in? Let's take care of your business later."
"Isn't it polite to look cold and have a bad face?"
"That is to say, I think it's respectable to ask you to play together..."
The last one was the most unlucky. Before he could finish his words, Shizuo Komemon punched him in the face and he fell down without saying a word.
Young people are good and just fall asleep.
The other four people were a little stunned and hadn't realized what was going on.
Perhaps it was also due to alcohol's paralysis and dulled nerves. It wasn't until the second man with a bad mouth fell in front of his fist that they suddenly remembered some urban legends from the early years.
Suddenly I broke out in a cold sweat and woke up a little from the wine.
"Take them both and get out of here! Don't make me say it a second time!" Shizuo Komemon said with murderous intent.
The remaining three people looked at each other and moved quickly. The two women worked together to drag one, and the remaining man dragged the other by himself, and escaped with great effort and panic.
Gu Meimon Shizuo secretly thought that it was bad luck, but suddenly he realized, wasn't this his previous life? When did he start to become more worry-free?
It seems that since living with Ayako, these trivial troubles have been significantly reduced, right? At least I won't be disturbed when I sleep.
Shaking his head and sighing, he checked Akai Shuichi's condition. Komemon Shizuo drove to a clean place again, and this time he could finally fall asleep peacefully.
…
Compared to Komemon Shizuo's little trouble, Rum could not sleep all night.
He had been sitting in front of the window with a frown on his face, watching as a ray of light gradually appeared on the horizon outside, and the sun was about to come. He still couldn't figure out how things could have turned out like this.
The servers of the Joban Consortium were not destroyed, and the rats caught by the police did not know whether they were exterminated or not. Curacao got in in vain.
The tug-of-war with the prosecutor's office must continue, otherwise the organization's branches will slowly weaken.
There were a lot of things waiting for him to make a decision. The more he thought about it, the more dizzy he became and his chest felt congested. He wouldn't sleep anyway, and he wouldn't let any of his men sleep either.
On the other side of the network cable, Belmode, who had nothing to do, was still arguing with Chianti over who had met the real Gumemon Shizuo.
"That dangerous aura, that feeling, it's absolutely unmistakable. We met him in person!" Chianti was on Shizuo's radar, so he was naturally sure that he was right.
"Curaçao is Rum's capable subordinate, and he can fool the entire police department. With this ability, he has not been able to withstand three attacks in the opponent's hands. Do you want to say that Rum is looking for trash?
Defeated by a fake?"
Belmod held the banner of Rum and mocked everyone with his strength.
"The ones we encountered here can hide from RPG!!" Chianti slapped the table.
"My side won the battle in Curacao." Belmode retorted casually.
"Our team even defeated Shuichi Akai!"
"We don't know what Akai Shuichi's situation is now. It's all your speculation." Belmode chuckled.
"Oh, you are sure of the situation there? Is that rat dead? You sat back and watched Curacao get caught without firing a shot. You can do whatever you want if you have the background, right?"
"It's a joke, Curacao can't beat it, what can I do to it? Don't you know the strength of that monster best? Otherwise, you wouldn't have fled in embarrassment without firing a shot, right?
At any rate, the opponent was stationary when you attacked him. If I had taken action at that time, I would not have known whether I could hit him or not, and I might have accidentally injured Curacao. Furthermore, if I really took action, wouldn't it be a repeat of your experience?"
Seeing that the two were quarreling fiercely, the only person present who did not have a code name, but Kusuda Rikudou, who was the only one who performed well in this operation, couldn't help but ask: "Is it possible that both sides are true?"
"madness."
"idiot."
Belmode and Chianti cast disdainful glances at the same time, but their reactions were very consistent.
Toru Amuro quickly signaled to Riku Kusuda not to seek death. How dare you interrupt a woman’s quarrel? Are you going to risk your life?
