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Chapter 80 Angel's Black Silk Miniskirt
The factory building, which had been shut down and abandoned for a long time, was extremely heavily guarded.
There must be something strange!
Iinuma Isao peeked out from the half-man-high grass on the side of the road and looked at the rusty iron gate in front of him: "How did you find a place like this?"
"I stayed in front of the Red Snapper Group's various bases every day, collecting their thoughts bit by bit, and then I found this location after putting all the clues together."
As he was talking, Hanashiro Iori's cute little head popped out from the bushes: "A small gang that started out by collecting protection fees can suddenly lend billions of yen in high-interest loans to Hanashiro Construction. This is very abnormal in itself. Later, I saw how they used drugs to control people, and I had a guess in my mind that they were selling drugs. Following this guess, I traced back to this base, and learned from the voices of these guards that it was a drug manufacturing den..."
After listening to her analysis, Iinuma Isao felt it was very reasonable.
If there is anything more profitable than drug trafficking, it is to make the drugs yourself and sell them yourself.
The country of Japan has particularly strict control over drugs, even more so than the big country across the sea.
The Red Snapper Group was able to grow rapidly through drug manufacturing and trafficking, and there must have been money and power transactions behind it, otherwise they would have been wiped out by the police long ago.
Don’t think that the police in real life are incompetent just because they seem incompetent in anime... They may look a little stupid, but when they encounter cases involving drugs or guns, they can dig up the entire Tokyo metropolis to investigate.
"There is only one way into this factory, so as long as there are unusual people on this road, the people watching at the door will notice it immediately and inform the people inside." Huacheng Iori said in a calm voice.
Iinuma Isao's gaze was directed towards the guard room.
There were two people sitting inside, one was watching the surveillance screen, and the other was talking to his accomplice on a walkie-talkie.
"The drug production area inside has a sewage outlet that leads directly to Tokyo Bay. Once the surveillance personnel report the abnormal situation to the personnel inside, the personnel inside will immediately pour all the semi-finished products and finished products into the sewage outlet and use ultra-high pressure water flow to quickly flush these things into the sea."
Japanese courts attach great importance to physical evidence when sentencing cases.
Just like the case of the old aunt who killed the old patriarch of Huacheng, there was video evidence that she injected the old patriarch with drugs, and the old patriarch died not long after, and she herself had the motive to kill the old patriarch.
But even if there is video evidence, it is useless.
Without finding the syringe used for the injection and examining the residue in the syringe, it is impossible to convict the old lady.
The same thing happened at this drug manufacturing den.
Even if the police have undercover agents inside, it will be useless if they rush in now and seize these people and all the drug-making equipment!
As long as the raw materials and finished products are destroyed quickly and in a timely manner, the police can only watch helplessly and finally have to release these people.
"See that over there?" Huacheng Iori suddenly pointed to a small dock on the side of the factory.
Iinuma Isao looked over and found several modified speedboats parked there.
Ordinary speedboats usually only have one engine, but each of these modified speedboats is equipped with five 250-horsepower engines.
"These modified speedboats can reach a maximum speed of 90 kilometers per hour, while the speed of the Marine Police patrol boats is only one-third of that." Huacheng Iori said with a calm tone and expression, "Once they escape by water, they can quickly evade the Marine Police's pursuit, go ashore in the prosperous areas of the Bay Area and blend into the downtown area. No one will know their true identities."
"So? What you mean is..." Iinuma Isao thought for a moment and asked, "We need to confirm their identities before they escape?"
"That's right!"
Huacheng Iori nodded and stretched out her white and tender palm: "Give me the bag."
"Are you going to wear a short skirt and black stockings?" asked Iinuma Isao expectantly.
The angel rolled his eyes at him unhappily, opened his backpack, and took out a laptop and a scanner-like camera.
The wire at the base of the camera is connected to the tablet and can directly transmit the image.
There is also a mirrorless camera with a telephoto lens.
Seeing her take out this pile of digital products from her bag, Iinuma Isao asked angrily: "Didn't you say there were miniskirts and black stockings?"
"If I remember correctly, I asked you to guess whether there were miniskirts and black stockings in my backpack, not that I brought miniskirts and black stockings!" Huacheng Iori glanced at him sideways, "Obviously, you misunderstood what I meant, Mr. Silly!"
"What the hell is Mr. Silly?"
"I gave you a new nickname. Does it sound nice?"
"Don't give random nicknames, asshole!"
"Humph~"
Huacheng Iori shrugged nonchalantly, put the laptop on his legs, and said softly: "Take the camera and scan the faces of these people one by one..."
Hearing her instructions, Iinuma Isao raised the camera and stopped it at the face of the first guard.
Hanashiro Iori opened her notebook and quickly hacked into the Japanese police's national population database. Seeing how skilled she was, she must have done a lot of illegal things.
The camera transmits the image to the computer.
Using a program I built to search and compare the database, I quickly found the person's identity information.
Iinuma Isao took the photo in the file and compared it with the real person in front of him. The facial features were almost the same, and it was confirmed without a doubt.
"Knowing who they are, even if they run away, we can still find their traces. And then investigate their recent whereabouts. As long as we can prove that they have been to this place, it will be useless even if they deny it..." Huacheng Iori smiled with satisfaction.
"You asked me to come here just to hold the camera for you?" Iinuma Isao asked curiously.
Hanashiro Iori turned his head to look at him: "What else? My agent Mr. B."
"Agent B?" Iinuma Isao was stunned.
"I was here first, I'm Agent A, and you're Agent B," said Hanashiro Iori with a smile.
Iinuma Isao couldn't help but look down.
The slight bulge on the angel's chest is indeed an A.
"What are you looking at?" Huacheng Iori's face turned cold.
Iinuma Isao remained calm and said, "Your jacket looks great!"
"Iinuma-san, don't be stupid!" Hanashiro Iori looked at him with contempt, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "My superpower is to eavesdrop on others' thoughts, not to judge the truth of words. Do you think you can get away with it as long as you don't lie? Ridiculous!"
"As expected of you, you are an angel. You are so strong!" Iinuma Isao said admiringly, his admiration was pure and sincere. "Please forgive me for offending you!"
"My tolerance is as deep as the water of Tokyo Bay! Even if Agent B, who doesn't know the difference between respect and inferiority, says something rude to me in his heart, I won't take it to heart." Hanashiro Iori smiled noncommittally and shook his bangs in front of his forehead like a winner.
The depth of Tokyo Bay is so great that even Ultraman cannot drown it. No wonder you are always angry with me. It turns out you are not very tolerant... Iinuma Isao thought to himself that angels are actually very narrow-minded and he can easily make them angry.
Hearing his inner voice again, Huacheng Iori felt a headache and subconsciously rubbed his temples with his hands.
Before she could start to curse, Iinuma Isao changed the subject and asked, "The people at the door took the photo, what about the people inside?"
"Of course we'll go in and take the photos." Huacheng Iori looked at him like an idiot.
Iinuma Isao also looked at her like an idiot: "Do you think that if you just walk over and ask them to open the door for you, they will treat you like a princess and invite you in?"
Huacheng Iori smiled proudly: "Let's make a bet?"
"Uh……"
Iinuma Isao hesitated.
Based on his understanding of angels, they would not fight a battle they were not sure of victory.
"Ah la la~" Hanashiro Iori put her hand on her chin, with a playful expression as if she had seen something interesting, "You arrogant Iinuma boy who thinks you can do anything, do you ever get scared?"
"What do you want to bet on?" asked Iinuma Isao warily.
"Let me think about it. Hmm, just write me a few love letters." In the grass half a person's height, the girl showed a pure angelic smile. "Last time you said you would give me a bouquet of flowers and a letter every day, but you haven't fulfilled your promise until now. I want you to write me a few love letters as compensation. Is that not too much?"
"That's it? You almost scared me..." Iinuma Isao said happily, "Let's bet, no problem!"
"It's settled!" Huacheng Iori put his fist on his lips and coughed lightly, "Agent B, please take my things out of my backpack."
"What else do you have?"
Iinuma Isao reached into his backpack and touched a ball of soft silk fabric.
When he took it out and looked at it, he was stunned. He held it in front of the girl and asked, "Didn't you say you didn't bring it?"
"Idiot, when did I say I didn't bring anything?" Huacheng Iori cursed him, took the short skirt and black knee-high socks from him, and crawled into the bushes next to him. "We're going to climb the ventilation duct later, and it's not convenient to wear a long skirt, so I really came prepared."
"Why don't you just wear a short skirt when you go out?" Iinuma Isao said unhappily.
From the bushes nearby, a young girl's devilish laughter could be heard: "I'm going to change next to you, so you can hear the sound and make you, a scumbag, envious to death!"
"..."
Iinuma Isao was speechless.
Once again, it was confirmed that her brain was indeed not normal.
There was a series of small noises coming from the bushes nearby, and soon two small legs stretched out.
The slender snow-white calves and two white and pink soles appeared in front of Iinuma Isao, so beautiful that he could hardly look away.
The young girl's feet are not as sexy as the aunts' feet.
A girl's jade feet have a clumsy feeling that is unique to girls.
The round and watery heel is connected to the pink sole of the foot, which is so delicate that there is not a single piece of dead skin or callus.
Ten lovely toes, each one is dexterous and slender.
The aunt's toes are plump and close together, while the girl's toes are clearly distinguishable.
The perfect girl's jade feet with smooth lines appeared in front of the boy.
The beautiful arc is very attractive.
Suddenly, Iinuma Isao felt that with this pair of exquisite little feet, let alone a flat chest, even if the angel was a man, he would shout "Iori, I can do it!"
After a while, Hanashiro Iori returned to him.
In the sunlight approaching noon, the girl's snow-white skin seemed to glow softly. Her black miniskirt stuck softly to her thighs, revealing a piece of snow-white skin in the middle. The area below the middle of her thighs was wrapped in black over-the-knee socks.
At this moment, Iinuma Isao just wanted to say, the angel's legs are not legs, but the spring water by the Tokyo Bay...
Seeing that he was only looking at his legs, Huacheng Iori showed a smug smile on his face and asked knowingly: "How does it feel?"
"It looks good!" Iinuma Isao replied immediately.
She can hear your inner voice, there is no point in lying.
"How beautiful?" Huacheng Iori became even more proud.
"Honestly speaking, if you want to lure me with these legs in exchange for the Ultraman Transformer that I have treasured since elementary school, I will definitely trade!" Iinuma Isao said seriously, and then added, "But I won't trade for the Kamen Rider belt!"
"..."
Huacheng Iori turned his face away.