Chapter 311 No Hair to Fry (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Thanks!"

In the living room, Hattori Heiji bowed to Sakaki.

If Sakaki hadn't taken action

Sakata Yusuke must be dead at this moment.

Regardless of the angle, Hattori Heiji sincerely thanked Sakaki Makoto.

"You are welcome."

Sakaki drank the whiskey in one gulp and poured himself another glass.

The feeling of being tipsy after drinking.

He loved it.

After simply bandaging Sakata Yusuke's wound

Hattori Heiji called the police.

The murderer has been caught, and under normal circumstances, it would be time to close the case.

Can.

For Sakaki Makoto, catching Yusuke Sakata has just begun.

"Mr. Sakata."

Yusuke Sakata had a white cloth wrapped around his hands. He was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look up.

"I just noticed that you were checking the time again and again. You must have some plan."

Litting up his cigarette, Sakaki looked at him:

"You have killed four Hidetoshi Nagao, if I guess correctly."

"The next target should be Councilor Goji Sotaro, right?"

"Um"

Sakata Yusuke nodded:

"Originally, I planned to call Sotaro Goji to the warehouse behind the courtyard and kill him as a threat based on what happened back then, but..."

He took off the handcuffs on his wrists and sighed:

"What's the use of talking about this now?"

Bang!

The door to the living room was suddenly pushed open, and a bald man wearing a white suit and a beard rushed in:

"Where is the prisoner?!"

"You've finally come out, Councilor Xiangsi."

Hattori Heiji stepped forward and said:

"If we don't catch the criminal, we still plan to hide him."

"Where did this black-faced boy come from, talking nonsense!"

Goji Sotaro's eyes widened:

"It is your police's duty to catch criminals. My life is in danger, so of course I have to hide!"

"The prisoner is!!!"

When his eyes caught sight of the open wine bottle on the table, he covered his chest and let out a heart-rending scream:

“My wine!!!”

"Who, who drank it!!!"

Sotaro Goji asked fiercely.

The secretary who was following him swallowed involuntarily when he saw this.

To know.

Councilor Sotaro Goji is a heavy drinker on weekdays. He likes to drink any kind of wine, but his favorite is...

There is also a single malt whiskey produced by Bushmill Winery in Northern Ireland. It is a 30-year-old wine and is expensive.

Who is so bold as to drink it all on his own initiative? !

"What's the ghost's name?"

Sakaki's cheeks were slightly red and his drunken eyes were hazy. He glanced at him and drank slowly from the wine glass without any intention of stopping.

grass!

If it weren't for the fact that he had no hair, Sotaro Goji would be so hairy!

This TM is too arrogant!

Who dares to act unscrupulously on his territory?

He is a highly respected congressman, congressman!

"Who allowed you to drink?!"

Goji Sotaro rushed forward, not even caring who the murderer was.

"You!"

Sakaki looked at him strangely.

What?

Touching his bare head, Goji Sotaro was confused and asked his secretary:

"Did I say that?"

"No!"

The secretary said loudly:

"You have been hiding in the study all day today. I reported all the news to you. No one asked if you could drink!"

Good guy.

I've given it all away.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Sakaki made up his mind secretly:

In the future, when looking for a secretary, you must not look for someone like this.

What a shame!

Goji Sotaro's face suddenly darkened, he glared at his secretary fiercely, and shouted at Sakaki Makoto:

"If no one agrees, if you take my things without permission, you are a thief!"

"No no no"

With the big hat off, Sakaki quickly denied:

"In front of so many people, it can be considered robbery at most, not a thief."

"ah?"

His cheeks instantly turned red, and Sotaro Soji became angry:

“What on earth do you police do for food!”

"He himself admitted that he is a robber, arrest him!!!"

Everyone looked at each other.

He slowly turned his head away and whistled.

Turn a blind eye.

Sotaro Goji has been hostile to the police for more than a day or two.

The clay figures still have some anger, let alone them?

If I don’t give you two punches, it’s considered a high level of professionalism, but I still listen to your orders?

Why don't you drink three kilograms of Erguotou and have a good sleep?

There is everything in the dream.

"Asshole!!!"

Goji Sotaro jumped to his feet angrily:

"I want to report to the Metropolitan Police Department, to the Osaka Prefecture Police Headquarters!"

"Hiccup~ don't be so anxious"

Sakaki pressed his hands:

"Have you had yellow urine lately?"

"Yellow urine."

Smashing his mouth, Goji Sotaro realized that he had been scolded, and suddenly became furious, and punched someone to hit him. The next second...

He discovered the MK23 combat pistol on the table.

The fist stopped in mid-air.

His small eyes looked around like a mouse.

The policemen looked at him with half-smiling faces, and their eyes revealed a strong anger, and

With bad intentions.

beat!

Keep fighting!

What a coward!

It's up to God whether he will die or not. This bad breath will have to come out first.

However.

If Sotaro Goji had such courage, he wouldn't hide in the study all day.

Adhering to the principle of "I'm good for you and everyone else", he put down his fist and snorted:

"Why did you say I agreed just now?"

"Where is this bottle of wine?"

Sakaki Makoto pointed to the bottle on the table and asked.

"In the living room."

"Are we guests?"

"I guess so."

"That's right!"

Slapping his thigh, Sakaki Makoto said:

"Aren't things placed in the living room used to entertain guests?"

"Since you put the wine in the living room, don't you tacitly allow guests to take it at will?"

"Arguing"

Just when he was about to lose his temper, Goji Sotaro saw Sakaki Makoto reaching for MK23, and immediately changed the subject:

"There is some truth in that."

"I'm not a petty person, just drink it!"

"Just consider it as making friends with you!"

You are worthy of being a councillor

Everyone sighed meaningfully.

This ability to adapt to the situation and bend and stretch is something that ordinary people can't learn.

Thinking that he couldn't be too bad, Sotaro Goji went to get a cup and sat down, intending to enjoy the remaining bottle bottom.

Pah!

Makoto Sakaki slapped him on the back of his hand and glared:

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?!"

The bald head was shining like a light bulb, and he shouted:

"This is my wine!"

"Can't I drink some?"

"No."

Makoto Sakaki shook his head decisively and held the bottle like a treasure:

"Since it's in my hands, it's mine."

"Who told you to brew this bottle of wine in a sherry barrel?"

It has nothing to do with sherry barrels!!!

Sotaro Goji was furious, he had nothing to be furious about.

"Where did you invite this guy from?"

Dare not to do anything, call the police.

The police are standing in front of him, they don't care, what can he do?

Helpless, Sotaro Goji could only turn his head to ask, thinking about remembering the other party's name and waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

"Oh, his name is Sakaki Makoto."

The senior senior next to him spoke:

"He is from Tokyo."

Soutarou Goji: "."