Chapter 2948 2952 [Belmode: Profiteer] Please vote for me
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When he was in Osaka, he didn't feel anything. Now that he was leaving that environment and suddenly relaxed, Calvados could truly feel how torturous the previous days were.
"Tokyo is better." An organization cadre stretched his body and prepared to go back to his house for a good sleep. Looking at the peaceful streets, he couldn't help but sigh, "I finally left that hellish place in Osaka.
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the other side.
Bermod sipped his coffee, recalling what Calvados had just described about his recent experience, and browsing the news on the screen.
Soon, she couldn't sleep at all - and it wasn't because of the coffee.
"I can't deceive myself anymore. I should face the reality - this guy Calvados is definitely being targeted by Uzo."
Belmode clicked his tongue and regretted not hanging up the phone earlier, "So did Uzo simply notice the sniper, or did he already know about my plan to capture Shirley?"
"Calm down, it makes no sense that it's the latter. I just told Calvados that he needed help with something, and I didn't mention Shirley at all. But..."
But opposite him was the criminal genius. Bermod was playing with the coffee cup, thinking of Uzo's miraculous murders, and still couldn't feel at ease.
After thinking for a while, she opened her mailbox and wrote a message to Vodka.
——This assistant Gin seems to have a tendency to become an intelligence officer recently. Of course, he is not an intelligence officer in the broad sense, but only specializes in the fields of Jiangxia and Uzuo.
This narrow range of skills seems a bit useless, but it comes in handy at certain times. Soon, Belmode sent a message:
[Help me pay attention to the recent cases in Tokyo, especially those related to guns and Calvados.]
After a pause, she typed again: [Are you Calvados's partner this time? What happened along the way?]
I pressed send and waited for a minute before my phone buzzed.
Belmode raised an eyebrow, a little confused by Vodka's reply speed: the second question she asked was not a simple question that could be summarized in one minute. Could it be that Vodka's wings were hard and he planned to perfunctory her?
While thinking about it, she picked up her phone.
The reply only contained one simple line:
[Two small black coins.]
Belmode: "..."
...Why is this guy still playing his childish peripheral games!
The mature female cadre's eyes twitched slightly, and she wanted to slap the stupid big guy awake through the phone. However, she has never advocated using violence to solve problems, and when it comes to dealing with Uzo, vodka is indeed a good choice
with help...
With this thought in mind, Belmode logged out of his mailbox and opened the "Passers-by Mutual Aid Association" mini-program.
I haven’t seen it for a few days, and the program has been upgraded again and has become more refined. Belmode clicked twice to switch to the personal page and found the "Exhibit Collection Cabinet" in the upper right corner.
Clicking on the icon, the camera instantly zoomed in, and several beautiful coins slowly floated in the display cabinet with the starry sky background. If you look closely, you can see that they have different patterns, and they actually look like different versions of Jiangxia's business cards.
Belmode: "..."
As expected of a senior star-chaser, the things she made were impressive. After staring at these very realistic silver coins for a long time, coupled with the vodka-picking and searching attitude, she actually saw something "precious"
Feel.
After picking back and forth between several currencies, after hesitating for a moment, Belmode did not click to pay, but switched back to his mailbox.
She sent Vodka another message:
[One, two things. Do you want love or not?
It just so happens that I'm very free recently, so I wouldn't mind chatting with Gin about how you've been showing off your skills next to Uzo these days.]
This time, the phone was silent for a full two minutes.
Just when Belmode was getting a little impatient, finally, a message of compromise came: [Deal.]
"..." That's pretty much it. Belmode returned to the Passersby Mutual Aid Association and handed one of the duplicate silver coins to Vodka.
Clicking "Pay", the familiar but upgraded coin input screen appeared again. Belmod watched the silver coin roll away with a slight pain.
It wasn't until the silver coins disappeared from the coin slot that she withdrew her gaze and exited this weird program that made people feel complicated.
Two minutes later, an email with an attachment was sent to Belmode's mailbox - a detailed collection of recent gun-related cases.
Judging from this speed, Vodka should have been sorted out long ago.
"This guy really took his lack of professionalism to the extreme..."
Belmode muttered as he turned on the computer and checked it carefully.
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When members of the organization are busy analyzing pure accidents.
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On the other side, Sato Miwako was slumped in the living room at home, watching TV comfortably and eating fruit.
——Thanks to Jiang Xia for finding the real culprit in time, and thanks to Conan's kick that made Takagi Wataru discover the hidden dangers in the car. Although they lost a drug dealer in escorting them this time, they caught the drug dealer's associates and seized them by the way.
He got a pistol from nowhere.
Compared with the dead Ogura Chizo, the newly arrested drug dealer is more cunning, more vicious, and knows more inside stories. Of course, the most important thing is that he is soft-spoken enough - not long after he was arrested, the police asked him questions
A lot of information was released, and a drug transportation route was even discovered.
Thanks to these rich harvests, the two police officers responsible for escorting were not fired, but only had their salaries reduced by one month.
The two of them continued their lives peacefully, going to work when they should, and taking turns when they should take breaks.
Miwako Sato happened to have a rare rest day today. She was lying on the tatami with her chin propped up, holding the remote control in her other hand, and changing channels comfortably.
Suddenly, she made a move and saw a familiar face - a detective variety show that Jiang Xia filmed before happened to be broadcast today.
"That's it." Miwako Sato put down the remote control.
As he was watching, a voice suddenly came from behind him. An older woman looked at the TV and nodded slightly: "This kid is close to me at first glance, and he is already a celebrity at a young age. He has a bright future - it would be good to be my son-in-law, that's right.
He’s a bit young, is he of legal age for marriage?”
"Ahem, cough!" Officer Sato choked on an orange in his throat and almost lost his breath, "Mom, what are you talking nonsense about? This is Jiang Xia, the high school detective who often helps us solve cases. Didn't you see it in the news?
Have you passed?"
"I have no choice but to ignore me when talking about anything else. I have to choose a topic that can focus your attention."
As Sato's mother said, she put down a stack of picture albums half a meter high: "Let's pick some blind date photos - you are already 28, it's time to consider these."