Yu Shirakawa shook the money with a smile.

From the first glance, it should be 500,000.

It is said that money can make the devil push the mill.

After being stunned for a moment, the passerby agreed happily, nodded wildly, then took the empty box and left on his back.

Looking at the enthusiastic passerby leaving, Shirakawa Yu took out his cell phone and sent a message to Ginjiu again to record the progress of the task:

【2/3】

Then, he rode on the black motorcycle, hummed a popular Tokyo song, and drove directly to the location of the third target.

Almost the same moment.

When Yu Shirakawa just started the motorcycle and left the streets in the area of ​​the street building-

The old man with a box on his back was walking on the roadside, but suddenly he was captured from behind by a cold man.

Bang!

A standard grapple hand, then stretch out your feet and stir.

Akai Hide's eyes were fixed, she twisted his joints with a click, and used her knees to press his head to the ground.

"Ahhh--it hurts! Ga..."

Amid the old man's screams like a pig, Judy walked up to him, squatted down, and spoke indifferently:

"Be honest, we are the FBI!"

She took out her ID and showed it.

Suddenly, the man's struggle became much smaller.

Seeing this, the three of them looked at each other, and finally James stepped forward, took off the box of the instruments that the man was carrying, and carefully opened the crack.

However, the box was empty except for the grooves of the instruments and a piece of paper.

James was slightly stunned, waved his hand to signal Hideichi Akai to let go, and then expanded the note to check.

On the white paper, there are only one line of printed small characters and eye-catching expressions.

【You are fooled, idiot(′ε)】

James: “…?”
Chapter completed!