Wei Asakura escaped from prison, and the entire Metropolitan Police Department was shaken for a while. All police cars were dispatched, and the police officers on vacation returned to their posts. For such a serious criminal, no one knew what he would do.
All public institutions are on the verge of a formidable enemy, and police are stationed at schools and hospitals.
Such big news naturally requires journalists, including the small company where Shinji works. Reiko will not give up on such a big news just because the company is small. However, she knows that she needs to understand Asakura Wei's first-hand information. She does not have enough background.
It is difficult for young reporters with connections to start from the Metropolitan Police Department or prison.
So Reiko thought of Kitaoka Shuichi, the lawyer who had defended Asakura Wei. He should know a lot about Asakura Wei.
Reiko felt that reporting on Asakura Wei's background would allow the public to better understand what led to the birth of a prisoner against humanity.
The police were looking for someone, but Lingzi came to Beigang's law firm.
Beautiful women always get preferential treatment. Kitaoka never gives face to reporters, but he fell in love with Lingzi at first sight. When he saw Lingzi for the first time, he felt that the world was brightened and God was not kind to him. First let him
He saw the possibility of curing a terminal illness, and now he has met the person of the opposite sex whom he wants to spend the rest of his life with. His life is almost complete.
"Miss reporter, what do you want to know?" Beigang said with a smile, leaning on the desk handsomely, holding a red rose in his hand, as if he was a wanderer.
Lingzi resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She had also heard about Kitaoka's reputation. He was a dark lawyer who always defended notorious criminals. Although he did not break the law and even used the law to make money, this kind of person could go so far as to make money.
It's easy to get spit on on the street.
Although it was the first time they met, Lingzi was reluctant to be prejudiced against him, but Kitaoka's narcissism still made her unbearable. She secretly told herself that patience was for work.
"I know that Asakura Wei, who is currently absconding, was once your client, so you must have a lot of information about him. I want to report on Asakura Wei." Reiko said.
"Ah, that annoying guy, he's so boring. Why don't we eat first and chat slowly, I have a lot of exclusive news." Kitaoka said.
However, Lingzi had no idea of eating: "No, I just need information about Wei Asakura."
Beigang saw that the other party simply refused, and felt that he was too impatient, so he should calm down and say, "Wait a moment." He had to win the beauty's favor first.
Ding dong!
Just when Beigang wanted to get the information, the doorbell rang outside.
Beigang went to open the door just in time. As soon as the door opened, an iron rod smashed down from the crack of the door and hit him directly on the forehead.
"Asakura Wei?" Fortunately, Kitaoka moved quickly enough and the stick only hit his shoulder. He looked at the attacker in surprise. He did not expect that the attacker would come directly to trouble him after escaping from prison.
"Lawyer Kitaoka, long time no see!" The time for revenge has come, Asakura Wei smiled and felt great.
However, at this moment the sirens were blaring, and apparently the police also discovered his whereabouts and rushed over to interrupt the escaped prisoner's revenge plan.
"Lawyer, the game is not over yet, I will come to you again!"
Lingzi was shocked. She didn't expect to meet Asakura Wei unexpectedly. Just now, she saw Asakura Wei's arrogant expression, as if it didn't matter if he was the enemy of the world.
It's so scary. This is a man who has committed serious crimes one after another. He is only thirty years old and has already become a classic case. It is really scary.
But the scarier it is, the more curious readers will be about the story behind him. If they can report it themselves, they might be able to make big news.
"Lawyer Beigang, are you okay?"
"It's okay, he won't let me die so easily."
The police also came over, asked for testimonies and continued to follow.
Lingzi also obtained the information and knew many details of Wei Asakura's crimes, and left with satisfaction.
The bodyguard who went out to buy groceries felt very guilty, but there was nothing he could do. In addition to protecting Beigang, he also had to take care of his daily life. He had to go shopping every day. Unexpectedly, he missed the opportunity to protect him when he went shopping this time.
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Not long after, the police came to lawyer Kitaoka again: "Wei Asakura robbed the policeman's gun, hid in a restaurant, and took several hostages. Now he wants you to come forward by name."
Naturally, Bei Gang would not let the hostages get hurt. He quickly arrived outside the restaurant with his bodyguards.
Obviously the situation is very complicated. The police have surrounded the small restaurant and the negotiators are shouting. However, Asakura Wei ignored it. His only request was for Kitaoka Shuichi.
The reporters outside were frantically collecting information, but Lingzi was able to enter the warning circle because her useless junior was in the restaurant. Although she didn't know why she was involved, Shinji was texting about the situation in the store.
This information is important to the police, knowing how many hostages there are to help them conduct a rescue raid.
Shinji also used a mobile phone with only a few megapixel cameras to take pictures. In this era, mobile phones have not evolved yet. They are just ordinary button phones, and the cameras are not high-definition.
"We are really destined." Beigang became majestic when he saw Lingzi.
Lingzi didn't think so, but she still admired Beigang for having the courage to come. At least he had a conscience for not abandoning the hostages.
However, exchange of hostages still needs to be discussed.
In the restaurant, Shinji was hiding in the dark. The restaurant was in a mess. Wei Asakura overturned the seats and forced the hostages into a corner.
"Are you playing cards? Are you playing cards?" A weak voice sounded in the ears of the hostages. They were about to cry. How could they still think about playing cards? Who was it?
The hostages stared angrily and saw a man squatting in the corner with them, his neck spinning like a screw, looking for someone to play cards with.
"Let's learn about the Mirror Beast card." Dulan asked in a low voice to match the atmosphere. He was a hostage now, but he was not afraid, because he could play cards to calm down the shock after being kidnapped.
The hostages don't want to pay attention to him. Are they crazy if they talk about playing cards at this time?
"What are you talking about?" Wei Asakura noticed that the hostages had moved their positions one after another, and one hostage was isolated by the other hostages. Interestingly, "What are you doing?"
Du Lan found Asakura Wei looking at him, "Mr. fugitive, don't be impulsive. People will always make mistakes in this life, but don't give up on yourself. As long as you sincerely correct yourself, you will have a chance to be a new person."
"Correction?" Asakura Wei smiled: "Why should I change?" He felt that these preachings were nonsense. His current situation was simply perfect, and he had no intention of changing it at all.
"You are so unqualified for doing such bad things." "Look at you, you don't have any counter-reconnaissance capabilities. You can only hit or smash, and you only feel happy for a while. What's left is decades of imprisonment, and you have no long-term plan. Even so.
You may become a news figure for a while, but within a few months, everyone will forget you, and you will spend the rest of your life in prison. Is this what you want?"
Wei Asakura was silent. He didn't expect that the hostage was not only brave but also quite good at talking.
Shinji also heard someone talking, but it was a blind spot. His sight was blocked by the messy tables and chairs and he couldn't see the person speaking.