Chapter 477 Gin: Put Your Paws Away!

Nobushige found time to call Yuya Kazami on the same day.

He is really looking for opportunities in the cracks, because now he is surrounded by tigers and wolves. The FBI, organizations, public security, and various forces are all entrenched in the music classroom, trying to carve up the poor music classroom owner.

Will Shinshibu give them a chance?

Even if he starves to death! Die outside! Jump from here! He will never give those guys a chance to take off his vest!

Yuya Kazami seemed to be working overtime at the Metropolitan Police Department, and Nobushige could hear him typing on the keyboard and flipping through documents on the phone. However, in comparison, Kazami Yuya himself seems a bit too leisurely.

"Are you busy?" Nobushige asked.

Kazami Yuya put down his tea cup, pushed up his glasses with his fingertips, and replied seriously: "At the beginning of the new year, everyone needs to make plans for the whole year. I have been working in the office for more than sixteen hours without sleep or food. But you Don’t worry, as long as it’s your order, I will definitely devote 120% of my energy to treat it with caution.”

"Oh." Xinfan paused, "Does the tea taste good?"

"It tastes good." Kazami Yuya realized something was wrong as soon as he said the words. However, no matter how quickly he reacted and shut up, the words he said still reached Nobushige's ears.

He couldn't help but look up at the surveillance on the ceiling, wondering whether the organization had mastered the technology to invade the public security system. Otherwise, why would Mr. Asano have a God's perspective?

There was a smile on Nobutano's lips, and he said slowly: "You don't have to be nervous, Kazami-kun. I'm just calling you to ask something. Is the bomber last time dead?"

"Yes." Yuya Fengmi quickly adjusted his condition and switched working modes in one second.

I could see his fingers crawling and typing on the keyboard like a gecko, while his eyes through the lenses continued to filter the information that appeared on the screen.

However, in fact, Kazami Yuya's job is very simple. He only needs to open the search engine of the internal website, enter the name of the bomber, or look through this morning's inbox.

"Found it!" Kazami Yuya finally found what Nobushige wanted among a lot of information. "Because the police were involved in this matter, the search section 1 informed us of the situation as soon as the incident occurred. According to the search report, According to the report of the department, the cause of death of the bomber was sudden death, and the forensics department has not detected any toxins on the body for the time being, basically ruling out abnormal death."

"Sudden death, no trace of poisoning..."

These words almost immediately reminded Nobuhiro of APTX-4869. For most people, that drug is also a murder weapon that leaves no trace. The reaction of the deceased was also consistent with that of the bomber.

But Nobuhiro really couldn't understand why the organization wanted to kill a bomber who had nothing to do with the organization?

Even if the organization does not take action, the outcome of the bomber will not be much better. Besides, how could it be so easy to poison under the strict supervision of the Metropolitan Police Department?

So if this matter is really the work of the organization, then they most likely sent nails hidden inside the Metropolitan Police Department.

Rao was a thorn in the side that even senior members of the organization, such as Mescal, who were deeply trusted by the organization, didn't know. He was used just for a mere bomber. The purpose of the organization was by no means simple.

Is that gentleman worried that the bomber will give a statement to the police that will be detrimental to the organization?

If it were a criminal in other cases, even if the organization was involved, Nobuhiro might not be so concerned. But he is different. He is the murderer who killed Hagihara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei. Any small problem may be related to the truth about the death of Hagihara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei.

Nobuhiro can't give up just yet. He must seize any subtle clues and investigate non-stop until he digs out the hidden truth!

Nobushige thought for a while and gave special instructions to Kazami Yuya: "Mr. Furitani is also very concerned about this case, right? Remember to tell him the news of the prisoner's sudden death."

"Eh? Oh, okay." Feng Jian Yuya continued to be confused.

Already, are you so upright and fearless? Has Mr. Asano even lost interest in dealing with him?

So since it has come to this point, why haven't you two been honest with each other? ?

…

The work of the organization is thrilling and exciting, and the amount of adrenaline secreted every day is far above average.

But these are nothing to the old Youtiao Gin, and they are not even as interesting as an opera.

He was sitting in the front row of the theater, seemingly leaning back on his chair calmly, with even a hint of boredom in his eyes. However, this was actually the second time Gin and Vodka had watched it today.

Still, he enjoyed it.

"Hey, it turns out that my eldest brother likes this type of opera." Vodka was really bored, but he still thought about Gin conscientiously, "Speaking of which, the stage play that will be performed at the Universe Theater in the next few days seems to be quite interesting. It’s quite interesting, the front row tickets are almost sold out.”

Gin ignored him and didn't know whether he was interested or not.

Vodka glanced at his elder brother and continued: "The performance content is still those classic plays, but I heard that a world-famous sapphire will be on display. It is still worth seeing."

"What you said to him is really a joke."

Suddenly, an elegant and beautiful voice came from the back row.

Vodka couldn't help but shudder as soon as he heard it clearly.

He turned around and exclaimed in disbelief: "Belmod, why are you here??"

Belmode leaned forward slightly, and put his slightly cold hand directly on Gin's shoulder: "I have been sitting here since the beginning of the opera. Am I wrong, Gin?"

Gin didn't look back, but he reached out and brushed off Belmod's hand and said coldly: "Put your claws away."

"Claw?" A flash of extremely dangerous light flashed in Belmod's eyes, "It seems you don't want to know the whereabouts of that woman."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gin turned around and looked back. His face was filled with violence, as if he was going to kill someone the next moment: "Where is she?!"

"have no idea."

"Belmod!" Gin almost gritted his teeth and read out Belmod's code name.

Belmode met Gin's cold eyes without fear, and did not retreat at all: "Although I don't know the specific location of Shirley, I at least got some clues. This progress should be faster than yours, right?"

"Tell me." Gin lowered his eyes.

However, Belmode suddenly leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, and focused on the opera being performed: "I will tell you when I determine the location of that woman."

Not only that, she wanted to take Shirley's life with her own hands. She liked to see Shirley's always proud face filled with fear.