Chapter 199 You are the first man who dares to tear my clothes
"Hey! Wait, wait, please be gentle and don't use so much force, okay? Women are going to feel pain, but you don't need to use force to cause pain. Do you understand?
"Can you be gentler, or do you just like this tone? Then I really feel sad for your future wife."
The glamorous world-class movie queen Chris Binyard had her hands tightly handcuffed to the table. After losing control of her body, she allowed a man in a light green suit to do whatever he wanted with her body. Her flaming red lips said no.
Miwako Sato's face turned dark when she heard the flirting and complaining.
What's wrong with this woman? Why is she such a dramatist?
"First of all, I admit that you do have some capital and charm. But, unfortunately, I think I should tell you the truth. The female star I like is not you."
After releasing his tied hands and patting the visible dust on his hands, Uehara Katsumi lazily sat back on the chair directly opposite Bellmode, crossed his legs and leaned back, rubbing his chin with his index finger and dreaming: "
If it's Fujimine Yukiko sitting here and letting me do whatever I want, then I might consider it. Oh no, she should be called Kudo Yukiko now."
"Do you know that it is very impolite to mention the charm of another woman in front of a woman, Mr. Policeman?"
The corners of her charming eyes narrowed slightly, and Belmod looked at the unsightly man in front of her with great interest, completely unfazed by the panic after his true identity was revealed: "Besides, Kudo Yukiko is married. She is ten years older than you.
How old is this?"
"How should I put it? I think rich women are pretty good. As long as they take good care of themselves, age is not a problem." The man who held his chin and blinked rubbed his abdomen with one hand: "I was born with bad teeth. The doctor said that I am more suitable for eating.
Soft rice.”
"Then I can do that too." Belmode crossed her legs in disbelief. The doctor's white coat now added a bit of tension unique to the uniform on her body: "Let me go, think about it? My money is comparable to
There are so many Yukiko Kudo.”
boom!
"Sorry, Miss Chris Binyard, this is not the place for your sweet talk. Put it away. Leniency will be given if you confess, severity if you resist."
The cold-faced Miwako Sato slapped the table, which made Katsuki Uehara's brows jump. At the same time, her sharp gaze pierced Bermod's eyes: "What is your ultimate goal? Where is Gin's hiding place? Your organization
Where is his hideout?"
"The ultimate goal is to kill people. I don't know where Gin is hiding. As for the organization's hideout... Please, I'm not a three-year-old child. Why should I say such useless things? What can you think of me?
need?"
Bermod, who didn't look like a criminal at all, raised his eyebrows and faced Miwako Sato, still arrogant: "And, if I'm not wrong, the most valuable use of this situation is that I don't say anything, right?"
"you--"
"Indeed, you are right about this. Theoretically speaking, our police cannot give you anything."
Katsuki Uehara, whose smile never faded, raised his hand to interrupt his partner's rebuttal. He crossed his arms across his chest and twisted his waist comfortably, saying lazily: "But one thing I hope you don't forget is that the police can
I want your life."
"In other words, we can kill you." Miwako Sato reacted quickly and immediately took out a revolver from the holster and placed it on the large interrogation table.
"That's optional."
Belmode, who was tied to the chair with ropes all over and his hands were separated by handcuffs, said indifferently: "Being killed by you means death, and leaking the organization's secrets means death, so I might as well die in your hands, and it's easier.
"
"No no no."
Katsuki Uehara raised his left hand, raised an index finger and waved it in front of his eyes: "You are in the Metropolitan Police Department now. Even if the secret is leaked, no one will know. How can you die?"
In response to this, Belmode just smiled harmlessly: "You don't understand the organization, I don't blame you."
"Since you know us so well, why don't we meet each other candidly and talk in detail?"
Uehara Katsumi, who was not interested in this statement, sat up straight, crossed his fingers on the table, and leaned his upper body slightly forward: "I am very curious, who gave you the confidence to continue to act even if you were arrested?
Sit here calmly and chat with me."
Belmode raised his head slightly as if thinking, and after a while he smiled and replied: "How should I put it? It's a secret."
"What a joke!"
Sato Miwako slammed the table, stood up and shouted angrily: "Chris Binyard! Do you know what crime you have committed?!"
"Don't be so excited, Miss Police Officer, why are you so anxious? Is there any important person involved in this case? Let me guess? Your father?"
Belmode grinned: "Oh, I'm sorry I forgot, your father seems to have passed away, so he shouldn't be qualified."
"How do you know my father? Have you checked on us? Is this a trap against us?" Sato Miwako suddenly became calmer, the anger in her voice was gone, and she turned around so quickly that even Katsumi Uehara looked sideways.
The woman narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the female police officer in front of her: "Have you heard of this sentence, Officer Miwako Sato?"
"What?"
"a secret makes..." Belmod raised his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "a woman woman."
"?"
The unique American accent made Miwako Sato confused for a moment what she meant. Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting next to him and didn't know what he was thinking, took a few more glances.
"Secrets make a woman more feminine, I'm familiar with this saying."
The man's interpretation caused Miwako Sato to glance at him. The latter was looking up and down at the bound beauty star, wondering what kind of evil idea she was thinking.
"Well, in that case, don't blame me for taking extreme measures, Ms. Chris Binyard."
Uehara Katsuki, who was still thinking, waved to his partner: "Sato, go and tell the public that this interrogation room is temporarily closed to the public. From today on, this will be her cell. I will take care of her personally."
"I see."
Sato Miwako nodded: "Do you want my help?"
"You don't need to be a substitute, but you need it now."
Uehara Katsumi slowly stood up from his position, walked behind Bermod, put his hands on her shoulders and slowly leaned down to the woman's ear and said: "Because I need you to take off her clothes.
"
——?!
"What?"
"As a master of disguise who can disguise herself with makeup, I doubt if there are any props hidden in her clothes that can help her escape."
Flicking with the cold earrings with his fingers, Uehara Katsumi danced on the uncertain minefield of Belmod, smiling harmlessly: "Forget it, I'd better do this kind of good thing myself. It's best to take off my clothes and be frank.
Okay, are you right, big star?"
"What if I say no?"
"Feel sorry."
The man's hand slipped from the woman's shoulder, taking the white coat with him.
Miwako Sato blinked and stood motionless, not knowing what he wanted to do for a moment.
"No need to be surprised. There is no need to talk about moral principles when dealing with such vicious criminals. Sato, you can come together if you want."
Katsuki Uehara, who spoke like a gangster, leaned forward again, his hands already on the hem of the burgundy turtleneck sweater, and he pulled upwards through the rope. The painful friction made Belmode's white tenderness gradually exposed.
A few flushes appeared on the skin.
"Katsumi Uehara!"
Turning his head, Belmod's eyes almost narrowed to a slit, and the flames of anger almost burst out.
Katsumi Uehara, who turned a deaf ear to it, even stretched out his hand to take a handful, and muttered: "As expected of a big star, he takes good care of himself."
"Shang! Yuan! Ke! Ji!"
Seeing that the hand had skillfully touched the bra strap on his back, Belmod was so angry that he almost wanted to spit out fire: "If you want to trample on my dignity, you can try it!"
Katsuki Uehara, whose fingers were already on the buttons, chuckled, and then raised his hands to show that he had done nothing: "Okay, okay, I'll save some face for you, big star. Leave a bit of a line in your life so that we can meet again in the future."
"..."
Belmode, who seemed to be blushing, glared angrily at this man with a playful smile who looked nothing like a policeman. He gritted his teeth and looked like he wanted to fight for his life.
"This look...well, it's much more eye-catching."
Katsuki Uehara, who had taken off all his clothes and trousers and threw them to his partner, looked up and down at Belmode, who was left with only a set of rose-red underwear. The next second, he slapped his forehead, reached out and took two earrings from her earlobes.
He took it off and said, "ok, it's done. Now I can stay with you without any worries."
Miwako Sato on the side looked dumbfounded.
What kind of unique interrogation method is this?
Why does my partner not follow the routine?
"Uehara, you——"
"Don't pay attention to these details. I learned it from the group next door who are more gangster than gangsters."
Uehara Katsumi, who pulled up a chair and sat down, waved his hand: "Oh, by the way, Sato, please go and bring me a urinal again. I'm afraid that the big star will not be used to the life of imprisonment here and will need to go to the toilet.
.”
"..."
"..."
Belmod's eyes were extremely gloomy: "In so many years, you are the first man who dares to tear off my clothes, Uehara Katsumi."
Katsuki Uehara pouted indifferently, reached out and took out the gum box from his arms: "First time? It's my pleasure."
"You will regret this."
"How should I put it? I never regret, no matter what I do."
The mint fragrance instantly filled his mouth. Katsuki Uehara, who was looking at Bermod's figure with great interest, exclaimed: "You have a good figure. Have you ever considered leaving some photo albums in my phone?"
"You are trying to provoke me and make me lose my mind." Belmode, who was restrained by ropes and handcuffs, looked like a fragile glass.