"Megu Police Department, I am Takagi. The postal car has driven by me now. Do you need to keep up?" Takagi looked at the postal car driving by the postal office, and started the car while reporting. The chapters are updated the fastest.

When Megu heard Takagi's request, he did not answer immediately. He first looked at Matsuda next to him.

"Don't move Takagi." Matsuda pointed at the location of Takagi on the table map: "The prisoner knows that he is a policeman, or someone who has close contact with the police, don't move around. If the action fails and the prisoner escapes, then he is the last barrier here."

As his fingers slipped on the map, Matsuda continued, "After passing the intersection of Chiba, let Chiba keep up."

After watching Meguchi instruct Takagi, Matsuda called Yueshui: "Yueshui, how are you doing there?"

"The staff who escorted the postal truck has not contacted his family yet." Yue Shui said there: "Xiaosheng is now at one of the people's homes, and no suspicious people appear nearby. The contact with others just now is the same as Xiaosheng's place. It seems that the prisoner believes in his plan this time and has not formulated any actions after the failure."

"We cannot be careless until the hostage staff is safe." Matsuda hung up the phone and made an OK gesture: "Police Department, you can go out now."

"Okay." Meguri put on the green uniform of the post office and then wore a gray wig: "How is it? You can't recognize me."

"Here, there's this one." Matsuda handed over a pair of glasses: "You go, I'll contact Sato."

"Sato, the mail car is coming soon. You should hide it and don't expose it." Matsuda said earnestly: "When we start to act, you must keep up quickly. Be sure to control the prisoners left in the car as soon as possible, rescue the hostages, and not give them the opportunity to contact their accomplices."

"I know, stop nagging. When it comes to being a detective, I have more experience than you." Sato over there couldn't stand Matsuda's Yama: "I saw the mail car, so I'll hang up first."

Have you reached the door? Matsuda was lying on the table and looked at the green uniform hanging on the opposite wall. Sure enough, let's change it.

When Matsuda changed his clothes and walked to the front desk, he happened to hear someone say, "The person inside raises his hands and comes out quickly."

"I have been studying it for a long time. As the day before the auspicious day of the zodiac, I must have prepared a lot of money." Seeing the people dressed up in the staff walking out obediently, the prisoner said proudly.

"So that's the case. It happened to be the parade of Tokyo's SPI Japanese Ts. In addition, it was a Sunday break, so there were very few post office staff." Shiraki, who had a mustache, said while walking.

"Then I used faxes and bombs to imitate the bomber three years ago, and led out and confused the police to put all the police on the march route." Because I was already catching a turtle in a jar, Meguri now said it was easy: "Then, you used the postal car to cover it to rob the post office."

"Speaking of this, I don't think this plan is so clever." Shirou still despised the prisoner.

That's it, you have made some contributions. Matsuda, who walked to the prisoner at the end, curled his lips.

"What did you say! Come and gather in front of me quickly." The prisoner felt something was wrong and wanted to speed up the progress.

"Since that's what you said, everyone will come out." Megu looked back.

Hula walked out of more than 20 uncles and various Biaohan came and surrounded the prisoners.

"What's going on? How could there be so many people?" The prisoner began to sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"You are such an idiot, you can adopt this kind of criminal plan." Matsuda began to tease with his mouth: "Do you know how much attention the police department is about the explosion three years ago? How many police forces have been dispatched? How many years can the robbery be sentenced to? It is not the same level as the explosion. Be prepared to accept the anger of the uncle working overtime in a class of searches."

"Police, Police Department!? Is it a policeman!?" The crime was shocked.

"Police Department! The post office staff held hostage in the postal car are safe." Sato appeared at the door to report.

"Go!" Seeing the prisoner's attention shift, Matsuda was the first to take action.

Hula! A group of uncles who were so angry that they were all angry because of innocent overtime work rushed up.

I'll go! What a situation? Matsuda, who had already controlled the prisoner, turned around accidentally and saw that the uncles' eyes were green. He kicked the pistol that fell to the ground, and then immediately a lazy donkey rolled out of the danger zone.

When Matsuda stood up straight, he looked back. Tsk tsk, he could no longer see the prisoners, and he could only hear the wailings from the crowd.

"Hey, do you have any other accomplices? How many of them are there? Where to live?" Matsuda squatted down, looking at the prisoners on the ground with only their heads exposed, and they would rub their leather shoes from time to time: "If you don't say anything, I can't say anything."

"I said! I said!" the prisoner howled miserably.

I'm going! Matsuda was proud, and suddenly felt a strong wind. He quickly leaned back and avoided a wind-chasing leg in the chaos. Only then did he remember that in the eyes of those uncles, he might be more likely to attract hatred than these robbers.

He quickly ran to Memu's side, and reported the addresses of the remaining three prisoners who made bombs to the police department, and helped the three bombers to prepare a SF Express express delivery.

After taking all the prisoners back to the Police Department, because this was a major incident that had a bad impact, it was specially arranged for the police department Officer Sato and the first-class patrol minister, Officer Matsuda, to conduct an interrogation overnight. As the police department Officer Fuyumi who followed Sato to learn from him, he also participated in the interrogation.

"Do you know that you are so weird?" After the interrogation, Matsuda chatted with the prisoner while looking through the confession just now: "Do your parents know? Do your wife know? Do your children know?"

"Even if you successfully robbery, what are you going to run away? There is such a big noise during the day, and a large number of police officers are guarding the police at night. Once the post office calls the police, the road surface will be blocked and the area will be investigated." Matsuda asked curiously.

"Hmph, shouldn't your attention be turned to the Tokyo Spi-Japanese Parade and the bombing prisoners three years ago?" The prisoners were puzzled.

"It's true." Matsuda spread his hands: "So everyone searched for someone who had no clue during the day and had to work overtime at night, so you were so hated. The bomber three years ago had no clue at all. You jumped out to help him attract firepower, and of course you have to accept the high attention of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"I can't figure out what you think." Matsuda looked at him like a rare animal: "There were fewer people on duty on Sunday than usual, and because of the tiring day of the parade, the people who got off work had to go home to rest. Isn't it better if you have a gun, someone has a bomb and go directly to grab the post office? Why do you have to send a fax to put bombs and let everyone stand by in the police station and be on high alert? Are you planning to play with us in a bad mood?"

"I, I..." The prisoner muttered something, but he didn't say it in the end.

"If you do that, even if you are caught and killed, it will be a crime of robbery." Matsuda continued to ruthlessly attack him: "What about now? Robbery of gangs? Own explosives, endanger public safety, intimidate the police station, guess how many charges the prosecutor will use to accuse you?"

After being stimulated by Matsuda repeatedly, the prisoner was so trembling that he could no longer speak.

This is a talent, willing to sacrifice himself and entertain the public. Matsuda looked at him with pity.

At noon the next day, in the dining room of the Metropolitan Police Department, Matsuda looked up angrily as the TV broadcast the scene of the Metropolitan Police Department holding a press conference on the parade and explosion, while keeping rice in his mouth.

The person who spoke on behalf of the Police Department was to lead the team in person and arrest the suspect on the same day. It was too high-profile to see him talking about his achievements and accept the high praise from the reporters.

"We search for the third class of Violent Crime, a group and an excellent team. It is the hard work of all our police officers to quickly resolve the explosion this time." Shiraki may feel a little embarrassed when he said this: "Of course, some of the police officers may have made greater contributions and more prominent."

"Yes, the people I mentioned include Officer Matsuda Geohei who was searching for the first class." Shiragou used a tone of praise for his superiors: "Although this time it was imitating the explosion three years ago, it also caused panic. Officer Matsuda became the trump card of our class. I believe everyone will remember that it was Officer Matsuda who stopped the bomber's conspiracy three years ago and successfully found the bomb in the hospital to avoid a disaster."

Shiraki's words were broadcast on the TV, which made Matsuda feel very happy and also allowed another guy to see it.

Is Matsuda Geohei? Is that famous detective? Watching the guy who replays Shirato talks on TV, he looked down at the newspaper in his hand, and used a page specifically to introduce Matsuda Geohei.

What? This guy boarded the Ferris wheel three years ago? It didn't die! Damn it! Wouldn't that my three-year proud work become a joke, and no bastard policeman was punished as he deserved?

Wait! He also did the bomb that was dismantled four years ago? Is it? I specially transferred it from the Mobile Team explosives treatment class to catch me.

Then if I don’t show up, are you very lonely? Hehe, let’s have another good game in this way.

By the way! Just use the name of overtime. Hahaha, policeman? Just an incompetent bastard! He can only use other people's kindness to achieve his own goals.

It's been seven years, and from the first time, it's been seven years. It's not that I can't do anything about it, as long as I'm not as stupid as the dead guy and have a sad conscience.

Then, the third and fourth time, as long as I think, the police will never catch me no matter when.
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