The years when I was a police academy legend

At night, at the phone booth.

A silver-haired man wearing a black wide-brimmed hat stood in the phone booth. The pattering rain left vague rain stains on the glass wall of the phone booth, and only a black figure could be vaguely seen.

Gin came here 10 minutes earlier today, and the [old place] the two of them knew well was the telephone booth in this remote street.Because the location of this phone booth is quite remote, and there is no shelter around it, the phone has long been unusable for various reasons, and over time, it has become a place where underground organizations often meet.

3 minutes left.

Gin closed the screen of the flip phone, and his green eyes looked not far away through the glass window——among the blurred rain stains, a not-so-clear black figure appeared in the field of vision, the visitor was wearing a suit He was wearing a rather heavy overcoat, holding a wide black umbrella in his hand, wearing gloves, and covering his face with a military gas mask, almost wrapping his whole body in the wrapping paper.

marc, it's him.

There is no one in this world who has a more distinctive character than Marc. No matter what he wears every time we meet, as long as he sees the voice of that guy, the feeling of [Marc] will come out naturally.

"Phew—this damn weather is really cold."

Marc retracted his generous umbrella, he retracted his whole body into the phone booth, and closed the glass door vigorously.

"Gin, you have to know that it's not easy for me to come here from over there. Don't put on that face anymore. You'd better put the gun back. Calm down, calm down!"

"You're one minute late." Gin narrowed his eyes slightly.

"No, your watch is 1 minute behind. I use Tokyo time, and my side is the most accurate."

Marc said briskly, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his pale wrist, the Patek Philippe with many scratches on it precisely pointed to the position of ten o'clock.

"Stop talking nonsense, my time is limited." Gin withdrew his gun, his tone a little impatient,

"Why are you dressed up like that?"

"It's not because my subordinates are disobedient... Hey, this is a long story." Marc laughed,

"Some personal reasons made me disappear for a while, and the group of dogs who lost their owners started to panic, and even released sand/forest/poison/gas at the subway station—you should have heard of this matter, right? ? It was a big mess, and it almost got sent to the police."

"Didn't you say you could control them?" Gin frowned.

"Not exactly. I only have half of the power of the Great Righteousness Sect of Bliss, and the other half is already somewhat out of my control."

Marc leaned halfway on the glass door, raised his index finger, his dark eyes revealed excitement,

"I have a very good plan, do you want to listen to it?"

"plan?"

"The Black Organization is also short of scientific research personnel right now? I know that part of your cooperation with me is due to the scientific research power of the Bliss Dayi Sect... But recently, I have found that the control over them has gradually loosened. This is not good news."

"You want to destroy them?"

"No, I want to annex them. Because I don't need chess pieces that I can't control." Marc leaned on the side casually, looking at the blurred scene outside the glass door, his tone was still brisk, but with a bit of coolness,

"It's a pity to kill it directly. Most scientists are reluctant to die. They just want to pursue the truth and a place where they can comfortably conduct research."

"I want the Black Organization to annex scientific research institutions, of course - there is no need for a war on the surface, what we need is [infiltration]."

"Let them be completely extracted from the church and used by me in the black organization. My power is the power of Lord Rum, and the power of Lord Rum is the power of the organization. This kind of feedback is also very precious to you right?"

"..."

It is indeed a very precious feedback.

Although Marc's power has always been used by the organization, that power does not belong to the organization after all.Now that the department is in disarray, it would be the best thing to take the opportunity to take all of them back to the black organization.

"Then let's do this, I will arrange for people to sneak into the interior of the Bliss Dayi Sect." Gin pushed open the glass door and loaded the bullet.

"Is there an assassination mission today too, gin! Why don't you pamper yourself and have a drink together after the mission!" When he left, Marc was still calling his name behind him.

"Oh, let's talk about it next time. If you are still alive then."

A fierce smile appeared on the corner of the silver-haired man's mouth, and he turned and left.

The Bliss Dayi Sect is not an ordinary terrorist organization, but an organization with a complete system and powerful military forces.Their sand/forest/poison/gas did not come in by smuggling, but they raised a group of scientists to research it.Even Asano Sota, who was thrown by Takino Haneto to commit suicide, was a chemistry student who graduated from a prestigious university.That guy is quite smart, and if it wasn't for his intrusion, it is very likely that he will invest in research with those scientists in the future.

Those believers who were obsessed with the church that Takino Hane saw were just the tip of the iceberg floating on the surface, and the deeper things were still submerged under the vast lake.

After learning of [Souta Hirakawa]'s return, various departments did not contact him immediately, and all these materials were discovered in his follow-up investigation.Each department also has a certain degree of independence, and not everyone completely obeys Hirakawa Souta.Similar to the princes and kings of the ancient enfeoffment system, Hirakawa Souta is just the emperor who seems to have the power of coordinating.

Very troublesome, quite troublesome.

Originally, Takino Yuren's idea was to rely on his own power to engage in internal fighting, but now it seems a bit difficult.

After all, the part that occupies the scientific research chassis is the most important part. If he wants to fight internally, he may not have the advantage.

But—what if the Black Organization also participates in the battle?

Use the power of the Black Organization to deal with the Great Righteousness of Bliss, and as a middleman, he can take the opportunity to get rid of some factors that are not good for him.

Black eating black is always the best solution.

……

"Officer Ibara! Officer Ibara!"

There seemed to be a faint voice sounding from the ear, Shusuke Ibara slowly opened his eyes, and the blurred vision gradually became clear after a little adaptation.

There is very little time to rest on weekdays, so after solving some paperwork, he will also choose to take a nap.His life experience has been spread in the group at some point, so sometimes he willfully wants to sleep for a while, and everyone will not bother him.

But today seems like an accident.

"...What's wrong? Officer Hagiwara?"

Shusuke Ibara yawned lazily, rubbed his shoulders that were sore from maintaining one movement for a long time, and looked curiously at the visitor.

But his face was quite bad.

"It's not very good news, you... Be mentally prepared."

Hagiwara Kenji pursed his lips and hesitated for a long time before telling him the news that he had to say.

"Your grandma is critically ill and is currently in the ICU. If you pass now, maybe you can see her for the last time."

Shusuke Ibara stopped rubbing his shoulders.

·

Ibara Shusuke is just an ordinary policeman who doesn't even have any sense of existence.

There is no shortage of such people in this world, or most of the people in this world are made up of such people.

He is not an outstanding person in itself, with no personality and no friends.

Such a person died in an explosion in order to save a person who had nothing to do with him.

It was very similar to the way his father died. They were like the small waves splashed by stones in the water. When the lake was calm, no one would remember it anymore.

But there is still one person in this world who remembers Shusuke Ibara, and that is his grandmother who has been living alone.

A large part of the reason Takino Haneto chose to be Shusuke Ibara's stand-in was because...if she knew that her grandson had passed away, she might not be able to continue living.

This is a white lie, and besides, the old man has always been in poor health. It is better not to give her too much sadness in the last scene of her life.

Everyone in the mobile team followed silently.Takino Haneto only felt that every step of his footsteps became quite heavy, as if the shoes were filled with lead, making it extremely difficult to even move.

Part of it comes from psychological pressure, and part of it comes from the pressure behind.

"Sorry... it's organ failure, the old man may not last long."

The nurse standing at the door didn't have a very good expression on her face. The obedient black-haired young man in front of her stood quietly in front of her, her forehead casting a shadow over his eyes.

You are still very young. It is really sad to lose your last relative at such an age.

"Go and see her one last time."

The nurse's voice became softer and softer, and finally dissipated into the air.

"Well, thank you for taking care of her during this time."

The young man answered politely, even smiled gently, and then walked into the room.

In the room composed only of gray and white, the sunlight was very weak, and even the slightly withered leaves outside the window began to fall.The thin old man lay flat on the hospital bed quietly. After hearing the sound of footsteps, her wrinkled eyes opened for a moment, and the eyes of the two met at this moment.

"Grandma, long time no see."

The young man walked over slowly, he bent down slightly, held the hand as rough as dead wood with both hands, and showed a gentle and restrained smile on his face,

"This is the end, please let me continue to be by your side."

……

In just a few minutes, Hagiwara Kenji felt like several hours had passed.

But no one complained. Everyone understood the pain of losing a loved one. Even though he was quite calm, he must have been in great pain.

This is unavoidable pain.

At some point, the closed door was suddenly pushed open a crack, and the black-haired young man came out straight away. He still lowered his head, whispered something to the nurse, and then turned to his The companions walked slowly.

"Is everyone here?"

Ibara Shusuke was a little surprised, and then his expression was shrouded in shadow,

"If there's nothing else, let's go back together. The squad leader will definitely be angry if he misses shift?"

"Oh, this time it's the skipping class proposed by the monitor." Matsuda Jinping said so abruptly.

"Is that so? Everyone really... cares about me."

Ibara Shusuke smiled, although that smile looked weak and pale in anyone's eyes,

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are common things. People will come to this point. I am actually very happy that she is getting old like this, instead of dying from a certain incident."

"It would be great if that person could be like her."

The youth's black pupils contained the flames of revenge, and at the same time concealed a deeper meaning.

Yuto Ibarada, died in an arson bombing incident by a follower of the Blissful Dayi Sect [Pyrotechnic Master].Coincidentally, the pyrotechnician stood on the opposite side of Hirakawa Sota in the church.

Shusuke Ibara's revenge, the black organization's infiltration, Marc gaining prestige in the organization, and Sota Hirakawa's growing power in the church——

The source of achieving these goals is all concentrated in this point.

Erase him, and everything will return to peace.