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Chapter 2563 2567 [Akai Shuichi: Where is my gun? 】

When members of the organization are dealing with the follow-up.

On the other side, the FBI is also busy.

Judy finished the transcript skillfully and left the Metropolitan Police Department.

After thinking about it, she dialed her immediate boss James and reported to him the general situation today.

"I already know."

In a forest, James stepped on dead leaves, held his mobile phone, and sighed silently: "We are still too naive - although we have decided not to chase Uzo, but to focus on Belmod.

policy, but now it seems that the other party does not want to let this page go easily. What you experienced today is really a life-and-death situation."

When Judy heard this, she scratched her head in embarrassment: "I didn't help much just now. I survived in a daze. Speaking of which, I always feel that the other party seems to be targeting Xiuyi more than me - maybe

My identity as a foreign teacher has been disguised well, and those guys haven’t discovered the problem yet?”

James: "..." You are quite optimistic. Who was excited when he heard the siren not long ago.

He twirled his pale beard and said seriously: "Don't be careless, be prepared for the worst."

"Okay." Judy suddenly remembered something and her expression became serious, "By the way, what happened to Xiuyi? I remember that he climbed over the guardrail and got into the deep forest on the roadside - Jiangxia Detective Affairs

The boss of the office is chasing him for some reason, but with Shuichi’s skills, he must have successfully escaped.”

"Of course, it's just..." James responded, quite pleased with the skills of his FBI ace. However, thinking of another related incident, his emotions quietly became complicated.

On the other side of the phone, Judy heard the clues keenly, and her heart tightened: "Just what? What happened?"

James pinched his forehead with a headache: "We are looking for Shuichi's gun."

"?" Judy was silent for a moment, "...what's going on?"

James didn't answer, but just glanced at Akai Shuichi next to him.

Akai Shuichi sighed.

He actually had some guesses about Toru Amuro's true identity, and this forest is not a real jungle, but surrounded by roads on all sides - if Toru Amuro used the name of the police to mobilize enough manpower to blockade this place, then he is an outsider.

It's hard for the FBI to take action against innocent public officials. But if they don't take action harshly, they may be dragged here.

So after thinking about it, Shuichi Akai hid the prohibited item on his body—his pistol—in the woods when he briefly left Bourbon's sight.

In this way, even if he is stopped by the police, he is just an innocent citizen who was forced to be involved in the bus bombing incident. After that, he only needs to wait for the incident to be over, then go back and take the gun away, and everything will be resolved smoothly.

...that's how it should be.

But in fact, the situation was different from what he expected: first of all, for some reason, Amuro Toru's manpower seemed to be somewhat insufficient, and he was far from able to form a siege around him, allowing him to leave here very smoothly.

And when the matter came to an end and he and his companions went back to get the gun, another unexpected situation occurred.

——The gun can’t be found.

"Are you sure you stuffed it into the pile of dead leaves in this area?" James held a rake in his hand and rummaged through the pile of leaves, "I didn't see it..."

Akai Shuichi also held a nail rake of the same style and said calmly: "Maybe the mountain wind has changed the shape of the pile of dead leaves. Let's look carefully."

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"But it really didn't... huh?" James paused and looked slightly happy - the nail rake in his hand hit something hard.

"I hope it's not a stone..."

While praying secretly, he squatted down, found the right position and opened the dead leaves on it, exposing the hard object.

Taking a closer look, James fell silent: The good news is indeed what he expected, not a stone. But the bad news...

"Where did you get the iron box? It looks quite new. You must have just bought it." James picked up the box with his gloved hands and brushed off the dust on it. After observing it for a moment, he looked at Akai Shuichi inquiringly.

"open to take a look?"

"Wait a minute." Akai Shuichi reached out and took the iron box. He originally wanted to identify whether there was a bomb inside or whether it was a trap left by someone. But as soon as he took it, he came to a conclusion - this

The iron box was so light that it seemed like there was nothing inside.

After thinking about it, Akai Shuichi walked around his companions and came to the downdraft, stretched out his arms, and carefully opened the iron box.

Fortunately, there was no poisonous gas inside, and there was no poisonous needle ready to go out. There was only a postcard lying quietly at the bottom of the box.

"..."

Akai Shuichi stretched out his hand and slowly took out the postcard while his colleagues watched curiously and warily.

I saw a few brisk characters written on it:

[Thank you for your gift, I am very satisfied]

James: "..."

Akai Shuichi: "..."

He touched the card with his fingertips and suddenly felt something was wrong. Soon, Akai Shuichi moved his fingertips slightly and turned over the postcard made of special material.

The sight was filled with scarlet red, and on the back of the postcard was a hand-painted oil painting - the entire picture was filled with flames, and the red fire was blazing, as if using blood as fuel. They surrounded and licked a dilapidated bus, with people in it.

Several twisted figures.

I don't know whether it was intentional or an illusion, but Akai Hideo looked carefully and felt that the figure in position C, who was the most severely burned, seemed to be wearing a black hat on his head.

Akai Shuichi: "..."

This weird, bizarre and extremely impactful painting style made a name quickly pop up in his mind - Kobayashi Seiji.

The oil painting on the postcard has dried, indicating that the painting has been painted a long time ago: at the Didan Middle School campus festival not long ago, this artist sketched the appearance of his death by taking poison on the spot. But this time, this guy actually drew it in advance

The scene of the bus explosion.

...There is no mistake, there is definitely something wrong with this person.

But what's even more problematic is that Uzo didn't hide this at all, but just brought the painter to the FBI in an open and honest manner.

It's so blatant and arrogant that other than "bait", people can't think of any other possibility.

"This..." James originally thought that what happened today was somewhat unexpected, but when Leng Buding saw this painting, he felt the hairs on his back stand up.

After being speechless for a moment, he instinctively looked at his ace: "What on earth is going on?!"

Akai Shuichi frowned and studied the business card in his hand for a while, then threw it back into the iron box: "When you were investigating Belmod these days, I focused on checking this painter... But unfortunately, I haven't been able to find out anything about it yet.

News from Uzo.”


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