Chapter 394: Stop pretending to be stupid, how did you know?
Bang!
The iron rod struck the wall with a loud sound, and the man holding the rod immediately fell to the ground.
Fujiwara Yuu, who dodged the attack sideways, could still free his hand to straighten his headset. He looked at the gangsters lying on the ground and howled, heard Hashimoto Yuji's report coming from the headset, and gestured towards Matsuda Jinpei.
A "k" gesture.
After receiving the signal, Matsuda Jinpei thought about not being polite and walked towards the trembling scarred man. The other party never expected that more than 20 people would be beaten to the ground in just ten minutes. He would stand there dumbly for a while and be at a loss.
Toshio Omoto looked at Matsuda Jinpei approaching step by step with a baseball bat. He panicked and reached for the pistol behind his waist. He had never fired a gun before, he held up the pistol tremblingly and shouted:
"Don't come over! If you come over again I'll shoot you, you... you are not allowed to come any closer!
"
He dares to bully people, coerce people, and even beat people.
But he has never done anything like murder. He knows that if he does it and is caught by the police, he will die.
Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyebrows and looked at the scarred man in front of him who was aiming a gun at him. He didn't care at all about the gun in his hand. He put his hands on his waist and patiently taught him legal knowledge:
"Oh? I really didn't expect you guys to still have a robbery in your hands? Do you know how many years the maximum sentence can be for illegal possession of a gun? Now just hand the gun over to our police. You can still be considered as surrendering, but I have to deal with the assault on the police.
Settle accounts with you."
"Oh, as long as I kill both of you, no one will know that I fired." Toshio Omoto was strong and calm. He knew that he did not have the guts to shoot, but rabbits would bite if they were cornered.
But Matsuda Jinpei thought this sentence was funny. He shrugged his shoulders easily. When the other party was distracted, he grabbed the pistol tip and pressed it against his chest. There was a joke in his eyes:
"Then you can try to shoot, I won't hide."
Toshio Omoto never imagined that there were police officers who were not afraid of death. How could there be people in this world who were not afraid of death? He closed his eyes forcefully, shouted and pulled the trigger:
"You forced me, you forced me to die!
"
But after the roar, no sound was heard.
There was no unexpected gunshot, nor was there the unexpected sound of someone falling to the ground.
Toshio Omoto slowly opened his eyes and looked at the unharmed Matsuda Jinpei staring at him with a cold face. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back and fell to the ground. His eyes were dull and he didn't understand what was going on now.
.
Why didn't he die? Where was the bullet? Didn't I pull the trigger?
Matsuda Jinpei played with the beautifully crafted imitation gun in his hand. He put the weight on it which was not much different from the real gun and said with a smile:
"As a police officer, how can I not tell the difference between genuine and fake firearms? Besides... I have dismantled not only 100 but also 80 pistols. I can tell the difference as long as there are subtle differences."
Fujiwara Yu was startled by Matsuda Jinpei's actions, but after hearing his openly provocative words, he also guessed that the pistol in the scarred man's hand might be a fake. After hearing Matsuda's words, he couldn't bear it
Zhu came up and joked:
"How come you feel a sense of pride in your mouth about dismantling a gun at will, which is against discipline?"
"Anyway, I'll put it back, and it'll be fine." Matsuda Jinpei bared his big white teeth. He really did this secretly in private. He glanced at the pinhole camera on Fujiwara Yuu's chest and made a gesture: "
"Clip" gesture.
Please don’t include this part in the video evidence.
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but rolled his eyes. He really didn't know where Matsuda Jinpei's interest in dismantling things came from. Was he a husky who loved to dismantle homes in his previous life?
He knelt down and looked at the scarred man sitting on the ground. He was obviously quite tall, but he didn't expect that he was really a paper tiger.
At this moment, a pleasant sound came from the phone on the scarred man. After Fujiwara Yu gave him a look, Omoto Toshio did not dare to neglect. He thought of what the boss had ordered and quickly handed the phone to the man in front of him.
Purple haired man.
——
A few minutes ago, the rooftop of Aosui Hotel.
Yamada Kimiki, who was sitting on the bench and stuffing a large handful of caramel popcorn into his mouth, happily watched the surveillance footage played on the TV. He was not angry at all because his subordinate was beaten to the ground. On the contrary, he saw it
With relish.
When a subordinate is beaten, it is not him who is beaten. Besides... doesn't this type of action movie require real beatings to be interesting?
Yamada Kiki couldn't help but turn his head when he saw it halfway. After noticing Masami Saito staring at the surveillance screen with a worried look on his face, he smiled and asked others for their thoughts:
"How's it going? Isn't this kind of action scene more exciting than the ones shot in movies? It's a pity that they are police officers and won't really kill people... Hey, it would be great if they were like me."
Miyano Akemi frowned and didn't reply. She gradually realized that Yamada Kimiki was completely crazy. In his eyes, he had no partners at all. Those subordinates were just tools that could provide fun. This man was so selfish that he only cared about himself.
He doesn't seem to care about the outcome of the game. As long as he can see the opponent collapse, he will be very excited.
Yamada Koki stared at Saito Masami for a long time, dissatisfied and returned his attention to the surveillance screen:
"...You are really boring."
He doesn't like this kind of woman who doesn't respond to him. She's boring to the extreme. If she wasn't still useful, he really wants to kill her right now, so as not to see her calm face when in danger.
Yamada Kokei was eating caramel popcorn while watching the fight on the screen. Until the moment Toshio Omoto raised his pistol, he got up from the bench and became excited.
It was a pity not to see the nervous expressions of Matsuda Jinpei and Fujiwara Yuu, but after seeing the terrified look on his subordinate Toshio Omoto's face, he showed a satisfied expression.
He picked up a piece of caramel popcorn and threw it at Toshio Omoto's big face on the screen, with a hint of murderous intent in his cold eyes:
"You are only worth so much."
After finishing talking to himself, Yamada Kimikei picked up the phone and sat back on the bench. When Sosuke Takaji's voice came from the other end of the phone, he calmly said congratulations:
"Congratulations to Officer Takaji and Officer Matsuda for passing the first level of the game. For the next second level, please go to the fifteenth floor of the hotel. While playing the second level... you can ask me a question. Of course, it's too boring.
I won’t answer your question.”
If you directly ask for the answer to the second level, it is naturally impossible for the other party to answer.
After Fujiwara Yu hesitated for a moment, he raised his hand to turn off the headset and pulled off the pinhole camera with a recording function on his chest. Some words were not suitable for others to hear. He kicked the scarred man in front of him and asked coldly:
"Stop pretending to be stupid, how did you know that I am Fujiwara Yu?"
He wanted to confirm how the other party knew. If it wasn't through Miyano Akemi, then he would have to find a way to get the public security police to take over the case... His identity could not be known to outsiders.
When Matsuda Jinpei and the others found out, it was already against the rules.