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"You brat, weren't you just saying you were scared? How come you're all fine now?" Yumi glared at Conan. "I think you're just trying to take advantage of me, just like that bastard Matsuda!"
Conan kicked his legs desperately and finally managed to shake off Yumi's hand.
But by then, the black Porsche had completely disappeared.
Damn it, it's all because of this woman!
Conan looked up and glared angrily at Yumi, then received a few more punches on the head.
"Kid, you're still not convinced?"
......
The Metropolitan Police Department's First Division office was in an emergency due to another explosion at the Daikoku Building.
Matsuda's vacation was also canceled, and he was recalled to the Metropolitan Police Department.
"Based on the clues currently being investigated, the bomb used in the cocktail bar explosion had a large amount of explosives, and virtually nothing was left at the explosion site, making it very difficult to find any clues."
"In addition, the number of casualties is still being tallied, but there have been no fatalities reported yet."
Sato began to report on the findings of her and Matsuda's on-site investigation.
"Damn it! Why did this happen?! What are you all good for?!"
Megure roared angrily.
"Two explosions in one day, not only killed people, but also completely destroyed a bar. How am I supposed to explain this to my superiors? How am I supposed to explain this to the media? How am I supposed to face the public?"
"Inspector, how can you blame us for something like this?"
Takagi muttered something under his breath.
Although he didn't directly confront Megure, the entire First Division office was deathly silent because of Megure's earlier scathing rebuke.
Takagi's muttered words were immediately heard by everyone, including Inspector Megure, who was in a fit of anger.
"Takagi, what are you saying, you bastard? Don't you bear any responsibility for Tokyo's chaotic security situation? Don't forget who you are! You're a police officer; when something happens, is it worthy of your badge to try and shirk responsibility?!"
Inspector Megure's anger suddenly found an outlet.
His mouthful of saliva, like a torrent, swept towards Takagi.
Poor Takagi was completely terrified, stunned by the spray.
He just kept nodding, not daring to say a word.
After Inspector Megure had vented his anger enough, Matsuda lazily raised his hand.
"Inspector, what's the point of talking about this now? Let's figure out how to deal with the reporters outside first."
Most of the anger in Megure's heart had already been vented on Takagi.
After he had vented all the pent-up resentment in his heart,
He then returned to his seat and gulped down a cup of tea.
"Matsuda, how's the bombing at Mantendo? Have you made any progress on the victims' identities?"
Chapter 233 The Black Organization Breaks into the Metropolitan Police Department
"No,"
Matsuda shrugged, looking helpless.
"He was blown to pieces; it's impossible to identify him from the corpse."
“I also checked the box that Nakajima was preparing to trade. Inside was a list and profiles of world-class computer programmers who have connections with Mantang.”
"I think that man might be a corporate spy. Our department can't handle this kind of thing. I suggest we transfer it to another department."
This unfortunate fellow named Tequila, even if he does have a public identity,
It's likely that the organization has already covered it up.
Given that organization's capabilities, issuing a death certificate for someone would likely be a very simple matter.
Even if it was an accidental death, it would absolutely not be related to this explosion.
After dealing with Megure, Matsuda closed his eyes and pondered.
"Is it really just corporate espionage?"
Megure frowned and glanced at Matsuda; he felt something was off.
In the event of a bombing, given Matsuda's personality, he would definitely choose to investigate thoroughly.
Unlike today, you actually thought of pushing things onto other classes?
“Whether they are corporate spies or not is irrelevant now,” Matsuda said with a helpless expression. “The population movement in Tokyo exceeds 10,000 every day, and there are no names, no photos, not even fingerprints.”
"With just one set of DNA data, even if all the detectives in the department were mobilized, they probably wouldn't find anything even after they retired!"
"It would be better to transfer the case to Section Two. Perhaps they can find some clues from the economic case."
"This... is the only way for now."
Megure nodded, looking somewhat troubled.
He could already imagine that tomorrow he would be bickering with the Second Section again.
"Alright, I will apply to have this case transferred to the Second Investigation Division for investigation tomorrow."
"Next, let's discuss the bombing at the building's bar."
......
After finally getting through the meeting, the bombing at the cocktail bar naturally fell on Matsuda and Sato's shoulders again.
The task of cleaning up the Mantendo bombing incident was left to Shiratori.
Matsuda and Sato discussed it, and the latter went to participate in Takeshita's interrogation.
I wanted to see if I could get any clues related to the cocktail bar.
Matsuda, on the other hand, went to the forensic department, wanting to take another look at the disk from the transaction between Nakajima and the Black Organization.
Matsuda had a feeling that the Black Organization wouldn't give up on this disk so easily.
......
Arriving at the door of the forensic department's evidence storage room, Matsuda was about to push the door open and go inside.
Suddenly, the doorknob turned by itself, and then it was opened from the inside.
"who are you?"
Matsuda looked at the man in the police uniform in front of him with a puzzled expression.
"Why do I feel like I've never seen you before?"
"Officer Matsuda!"
The police officer who came out of the evidence room saluted first, and then answered.
"I'm Anzai from the Ministry of Transportation. I collected some new information at the site of the Daikoku Building where the explosion occurred, so Inspector Miyamoto asked me to deliver it here."
"Really? Please give my regards to Yumi."
Matsuda stepped aside to make way for Anzai to go first.
As Anzai walked out and brushed past him, Matsuda's eyes swept across the evidence room; it was clear that everything inside had been ransacked.
If it were just to deliver evidence, why would they do that?
Furthermore, the delivery of new evidence also requires a handover with the forensic officers.
Who would run into the evidence room to deliver something?
Matsuda's heart skipped a beat, and he recalled his earlier speculation.
Is this so-called police officer Anzai from the Ministry of Transportation actually a member of the Black Organization?
His purpose in coming here was for the disk that he traded with Nakajima.
At this point, Anzai had already passed Matsuda.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Matsuda, who was already behind Anzai, suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it directly onto Anzai's shoulder.
He then slammed Anzai to the ground with a heavy thud.
Anxi felt a great force coming from her, and then her whole body fell to the ground.
"Kid, you look so fierce, yet you dare to impersonate a policeman without even wearing makeup?"
Matsuda held Anzai down with one hand, and began searching his body with the other.
At the same time, he started making small talk, trying to distract Anzai.
"You bastard!!" Anzai struggled to get up. "It's not my fault I'm ugly!!!"
"It's not your fault for being ugly, but why did you have to become a bad guy?"
Matsuda quickly found a pistol on Anzai's waist.
"You even have guns. Your preparations are really thorough."
"Officer Matsuda? What happened here?"
Just as Matsuda was about to handcuff the fake policeman, a simple, honest voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Chiba?"
Matsuda didn't turn around, and directly gave the order.
"Quickly, call the inspector! I've caught a big fish..."
Just as I was saying this, I heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Matsuda's heart leaped into his throat. He quickly rolled to the side.
But it was already too late; a dagger sliced across his neck.
If Matsuda's body hadn't already been enhanced by the system...
With just this one move, a huge gash could be made in his neck.