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Plum wine.
"Did she do what she was supposed to do?" Bai Heqing asked in her headphones.
"I did it. The bug I placed in their car recorded everything clearly.
The gloomy-looking police officer basically believed her words. What happens next will depend on what decision their top brass will make after receiving his report..."
Umeshu said with a smile.
There was a bug installed in Yuya Kazami's car.
"Then that's not necessary." After hearing her answer, Bai Heqing said, "Keeping one's word is a useful thing no matter where you are. Since she has completed my request, I will let her go according to the agreement."
"Reger, are you sure you won't reconsider? If you want to kill me, this is your last chance."
Looking at the green light in the scope, with the muzzle of the gun always aimed at the unsuspecting Shimazaki Kanako on the road, Umeshu tried to seduce Shirakawa Kiyoshi.
Hearing her words, Bai Heqing sighed softly.
"Rickel, I am truly sorry to your mother for not teaching you well..."
"Tsk! Don't give me that! If you don't want to kill me, then don't kill me! What are you talking about the past?!"
As if stimulated by Shirakawa Qing's words, Meishu suddenly changed his attitude, and his voice changed from the hollow and light voice just now to a hoarse growl.
She quickly put the gun back into the briefcase at her feet, picked up the suitcase and left the scene.
"I want to go back!"
"Okay...but remember to recycle the bug." Bai Heqing reminded.
"No time! Find someone to recycle it yourself!"
“But this is an important task.”
In the end, Umeshu went to retrieve the bug from Yuya Kazami's car.
"Is Sato... an undercover agent of the Black Organization?"
In the brightly lit conference room, senior public security officials sat at the conference table, with two identical documents placed in front of each of them.
One of them was a detailed report by Miwako Sato on the Clover Villa incident.
The other is a summary report of the information provided by Yuya Kazami to Kanako Shimazaki.
"Can we ask Zero to confirm the information provided by the members of this organization?" one of them asked.
"Zero has just regained Reg's trust. This is probably difficult and dangerous."
"Whether the information she provided is true or false, Sato Miwako's actions in the Clover Hill incident are indeed inconsistent with her previous performance." Another person spoke up.
"Too sophisticated, too reckless, and too shrewd. I also read Yuya Kazami's report on the Clover Hill incident.
The whole incident gave me the feeling that Detective Kazami was being manipulated by Miwako Sato at the time, and he himself probably didn’t even realize it.”
"I just transferred Sato Miwako's file from the Metropolitan Police Department. Although she has handled many cases since she joined the company, she has never had any experience in commanding large-scale operations.
It is hard for me to believe that such a person with zero experience could command the landing operation so well, and even deal with all the terrorists on the island before Kuroda Bei landed...
The Metropolitan Police Department has produced a rare talent..."
"Hmm, talent?"
Someone sneered when he heard this.
"The last person who dared to tease the police was drowned decades ago."
"There's no need to talk about the past." Another person spoke up to remind them.
"Back to the topic, what do you think about the possibility that Miwako Sato was replaced by Regal in the Clover Villa incident?"
"I think that even if it wasn't Regal, it probably wasn't Sato Miwako herself. After all, her performance on that island was too different from her usual self."
"The point now is, why didn't Sato Miwako make any relevant reports to her superiors at the Metropolitan Police Department after the incident was over?"
"Could it be that the current Sato Miwako is still not herself?"
"This possibility is very small. The disguise is just a mask, not a real face change. Given Regel's cautious personality, it is impossible for him to maintain the identity of Sato Miwako after the incident at Clover Hill.
He is just a lower-level criminal policeman, and he has no motive to do so."
"If we assume that the current Sato Miwako is the real person, then there is only one possibility left..."
"Sato Miwako, she is a member of the Black Organization."
"The best of the younger generation of police officers turned out to be an undercover agent planted by that organization? This is really an incredible result..."
"Humph, what's so incredible about this? Hasn't the Metropolitan Police Department been infiltrated by that organization long ago? Don't forget how Zhu Fushi Jingguang died..."
Morobushi Kagemitsu was originally an undercover agent planted by the Metropolitan Police Department into the Black Organization, but his identity was exposed because of an undercover agent within the Metropolitan Police Department itself, and he was eventually killed by the Black Organization.
However, it was also because of his death that the Japanese public security realized that there were undercover agents in the high-ranking police force.
"At present, this is indeed the biggest possibility. If this is true, how should we respond?"
"Should we arrest him and interrogate him immediately, or..."
"Don't worry. If Sato Miwako is really an undercover agent of that organization, she might be the key clue for us to find Regel. Don't act rashly for now..."
"Okay, then send someone to monitor her first."
"Just do it."
Chapter 388 Sharon's Secret Safe
America, Los Angeles, night.
After getting off the plane, the somewhat dusty Karasuma Ying took a taxi.
It seems that due to the rain, although the city that never sleeps is still brightly lit tonight, there are much fewer pedestrians on the streets. In some dark alleys covered with roofs, you can vaguely see homeless people gathered there to avoid the rain.
"Beautiful lady, we have arrived at our destination."
The taxi stopped in front of a private villa, and the driver spoke with a smile.
"Well, thank you."
"You're welcome. I wish you a happy life."
After paying the money, Wu Wanying got out of the car holding an umbrella and carrying a suitcase. She took out a key from her body, opened the iron door of the villa and walked in.
In the darkness, you can vaguely see the surname "Winyard" written on the doorplate next to the iron gate.
This is the former home of the late internationally renowned film star Sharon Wynyard, and is currently occupied by her only daughter Chrissie Wynyard.
However, according to a rumor whose authenticity is uncertain (a famous Japanese detective with the surname Maori), Chrissie Wynyard seems to have gone to Japan for vacation some time ago and has not returned to Los Angeles yet.
Therefore, the villa became idle temporarily. Apart from the housekeeping staff coming to clean it every day, no one lived there.
【Um? 】
As soon as he opened the iron gate, Wu Wanying keenly noticed that something seemed to move in a dark corner of the villa courtyard.
She narrowed her eyes, looked away, and without closing the door, she dragged her suitcase along the stone path in the courtyard towards the main entrance of the villa as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this, the thing in the corner seemed to feel that it had an opportunity, so it took advantage of the sound of rain to quietly approach behind Wu Wanying.
The clattering sound of the suitcase wheels sliding on the cobblestone road continued to be heard, and this sound, combined with the sound of rain, became the greatest cover for that thing.
He stood behind Karasuma Ying and lunged forward with all his might, trying to push her to the ground.
But at this moment, Wu Wanying suddenly hooked his leg from behind and kicked him accurately in the crotch.
“Oh ah—”
The wailing sound resounded throughout the rainy night, and the thing screamed and instantly turned into Xiaofu's face, covering its crotch with its hands and its legs turned inward.
After hearing his screams, Wu Wanying did not hesitate, closed the umbrella, turned around and hit him in the face.
"Ah! Ah! Fuck! Stop! Stop!"
Being knocked to the ground, this thing covered its crotch with one hand and waved the other hand, shouting loudly.
Wu Wanying looked down and saw that it was a black man. He probably climbed over the wall to steal something because it was raining tonight and there was no one on the street outside.
"Really? There's such a big empty house here, and you didn't even call more people to look after it..."
As the rain poured down on her body, Wu Wanying sighed softly and muttered in a low voice, not knowing who she was blaming.
"Fuck! Go to hell, you little bitch!" Suddenly, the black man who was lying on the ground and saw that she was motionless took the opportunity to pull out the small pistol hidden on his body and raised his hand to pull the trigger at her.
Without dodging, Wu Wanying quickly turned her wrist and poked the back of the black man's gun-holding hand with the tip of the umbrella.
"what--"
Blood flowed out but was quickly washed away by the rain. Screams rang out again. Wu Wanying pulled up the tip of the umbrella. The black man, feeling the pain, subconsciously retracted his palm that was almost pierced.
And Wu Wanying took the opportunity to use her umbrella to knock the small pistol on the ground away, and at the same time washed the blood on the tip of the umbrella into the puddles on the grass next to her.
"Get lost." She shouted coldly, not wanting to say anything more to this black man with excellent racial talents.
The black man also knew that he had met a tough opponent tonight, so he quickly got up and ran out of the yard.
"Close the door for me!" Behind him, Wu Wanying shouted again.
She deliberately left the door open just to leave it for the mouse.
"Crench!"
As the iron gate closed, Wu Wanying stepped forward to pick up the small pistol on the ground, then turned around, used the key to open the main door of the villa, and walked in.
The lights came on and the villa was deserted, obviously no one had lived there for some time.
Putting the suitcase against the wall, Wu Wanying went up to the second floor where there was only a large wardrobe and a floor-to-ceiling mirror. She opened the wardrobes one by one and finally picked out a set of clothes with a relatively less mature style.
"Do all married women like to wear this kind of mature style of clothes?"
Not quite understanding this question, Wu Wanying changed her clothes, left the room, and went to a bedroom on the second floor.
As soon as the lights were turned on, it suddenly became magnificent.
Although she really wanted to complain about the luxurious and wasteful decoration style in someone's bedroom, Wu Wanying still held back. After all, she had to save some face for her mother.
However, Karasuma Ying probably also knew why her grandfather always told her when she was a child that when she grew up, she would be the one to take over all the assets of the Karasuma Group...
Because my grandfather hated these meaningless and wasteful behaviors, and although Karasuma Ying couldn't be said to hate them, he didn't like them either.