Ke Xue World Technology Becomes King

Noticing that there was a deviation in the feeling in his hand, Heiying was stunned for a moment, but Heiying quickly made a change.

Missing the blow, the black shadow turned his wrist and tried to turn the downward thrusting knife in his hand into a horizontal slash.

At least Miyamoto Kiyoshi must be injured so that he can be held hostage.

And only by holding Miyamoto Kiyoshi, an important figure in the consortium, Black Shadow believes that he has a chance to escape the sanctions of the law.

However, the knife that changed direction stopped in place.

Just because the black shadow felt a powerful force blocking the direction of the forearm of his hand holding the knife.

No matter how hard Heiying exerted his force, his arm would not move at all.

Immediately afterwards, the knife held by the black shadow fell to the ground, and the tip of the knife pierced straight into the sand of the beach.

The black shadow's hands were raised high in a gesture of surrender.

"How is this possible? Why?"

A slightly older voice came from behind Miyamoto Qingjiu. It was the old patrolman on the island who attacked Miyamoto Qingjiu.

At this time, a cold pistol was held by Miyamoto Kiyoshi, pointing at the hot left side of the old patrolman's heart.

"I didn't expect that there would be one fish that slipped through the net in this incident. Speaking of which, old man, have you never used your mobile phone before?"

Without moving the hand holding the gun, Miyamoto Kiyoshi slowly turned around and looked at the old patrolman.

"I see. Is it because you were exposed by using your mobile phone?"

Hearing Miyamoto Kiyohisa's question, the old patrolman was stunned for a moment, and then sighed.

"I've said it before, don't be greedy for short-term gain. As usual, hasn't it been discovered for more than ten years?"

"In the end, I was the only one who survived the disaster by insisting on using wired telephones and letters to communicate."

Shaking his head again, the old patrolman's sighing tone sounded like he was relieved, and he explained why he had not been discovered.

"I see. I didn't expect that. I thought all of you people had already switched to wireless phones."

Miyamoto Kiyohisa suddenly realized, but his tone was still quite calm.

"But it doesn't matter. I believe that in the subsequent criminal investigation inquiry, they will confess to the people who have not yet been discovered. After all, you are just a group of rabble. I think you had to attack me for this reason. "

Taking off his tie with one hand, Miyamoto Kiyohisa put the old patrolman's hands behind his waist and tied them in a tight knot.

Then Miyamoto Kiyohisa escorted the old patrolman to the square.

……

When they returned to the square again, most of the people here had left. Only Sato Miwako and a few police officers were left here to receive the prisoners captured by the Blackwater Security Company.

"Officer Sato, you happen to be here, so I won't go find Officer Megure."

"This patrolman is also a member of the drug gang. He just saw me operating alone outside and wanted to attack me, but I overpowered him. I will hand him over to you now."

Standing at the edge of the square, where the lights were not clear, he gently pushed the old patrolman in front of Miwako Sato, and the old patrolman walked forward in a cooperative manner.

"It's you, but why?"

Seeing the face gradually exposed to the light, Sato Miwako exclaimed.

"There's no reason, it's just for money."

The old patrolman shook his head, unwilling to explain too much.

Seeing that the old patrolman was also suppressed by the other party, Miyamoto Kiyoshi reminded him again.

"Officer Sato, these people need to inquire carefully later. I think there may be some fish that have slipped through the net that have not been completely caught. Oh, by the way, when this old man attacked me just now, he dropped a handful on the beach. The knife, if you have time, Officer Sato, please send someone to recover it, it can be regarded as a physical evidence."

After saying this, Miyamoto Kiyohisa found Hideo Shibata and led the company back to the shore of the island.

The return trip was still by helicopter, and almost 100 people quickly returned to Blackwater Security Company.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and then Shibata Hideo sent Miyamoto Sake home.

"Uncle Zhengji, everything has been settled. I think with this contribution, your promotion should be a certainty."

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window made of bulletproof glass in his room, Miyamoto Kiyoshi held a mobile phone in one hand and asked the other end of the phone with a smile.

"Hahaha, I have received the news. With such a big incident this time, those guys must be very worried now."

"However, the job promotion may have to wait. After all, this matter still needs to ferment for a while. The wind in Tokyo cannot let it stop."

A burst of hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone, and then Miyamoto Masaki said such meaningful words.

"Uncle Zhengji, I'm taking care of things. Don't worry, this wind will start from Tokyo tomorrow and blow to the whole of Japan."

Miyamoto Kiyoshi's eyes stared into the distance, looking at the neon-lit night in Tokyo, Japan, with a smile on his lips.

……

The next day, a number of unknown newspapers released a heavyweight news.

"Not only is it incompetent in handling cases, but there are also a lot of moths inside. Is it necessary for the Japanese police to exist? 》

"A shocking scandal, multiple male police officers within the Metropolitan Police Department actually did such a thing together. . . 》

"The Infection Course of a Drug Lord"

News like this was published crazily from various unknown newspapers.

These news all point to problems within the Japanese police, and a considerable part of the news also focuses on the top brass within the police.

Suddenly, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, which had a very bad reputation, was once again at the forefront.

After seeing the reaction to this incident on his computer, Miyamoto Seikyu stood up and looked out the window at the sunny city.

"Uncle Zhengji, I have created the wind for you. It depends on you how it will take off next."

Muttering to himself, Miyamoto Kiyoshi then picked up a unique-looking mobile phone.

"Well done. The reward of 1000 million yen has been transferred to your card through the bearer account. Next, I wish you a happy trip abroad."

Miyamoto Kiyohisa smiled and dialed the phone five times, saying the same thing.

After hanging up the phone, Miyamoto Kiyoshi's expression immediately returned to calm.

Then Miyamoto Kiyoshi took out another mobile phone from the safe, found the first column in the call history, and pressed the dial button.

"I have sent the information of those five people to your email. Their destinations and arrival times are clearly recorded. All their accounts have been cracked, and the balance inside is the reward for you. Remember, I I don’t want to see them in Japan anymore.”

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Miyamoto Kiyoshi hung up the phone and threw the phone back into the safe again.