On the other side.

Ayami Mayumi who had left the Natsume family shrine returned to the foot of the mountain.

After the three of them arrived at the foot of the mountain, they turned their heads together and looked at the shrine on the mountain.

"I used to remind people that not only did they not appreciate it, but they almost beat us... After all, the other party didn't need us to remind them at all. They could hold our enemy with one hand as if they were facing a great enemy. Who dared to say anything about joining us in this situation? It's a waste of time."

Misako complained a few times, then looked at Mayumi Arimiya and asked, "Mayumi, what should I do next? I advise you to give up the idea of ​​bringing him to join, I feel like I will be beaten... Moreover, our third-rate organizations are not considered small organizations, and there is no chance. Even if Kitahara Nanfeng really wants to join the wild dog, he can still join the more influential wild dog organization."

"What does third-rate organization mean? "Mayumi Yumi asked a little angrily.

Misako spread her hands: "I'm telling the truth."

Tanaka Oo also whispered: "...We are indeed not as good as those large wild dog organizations."

"you."

Yumiya's chest was undulating and she looked like she was about to get angry.

Tanaka Oo and Misako looked away tactfully.

But Aimi's chest was undulating for a while.

No attack.

Instead, he suddenly lowered his head and said in a little disappointed manner: "Whatever you say... I'm back."

“Hey.”

Misako was a little surprised: "What should I do if the Kitahara Nanfeng?"

"... Let's see if we can recruit him tomorrow. It's another matter. But what he will do next to deal with the eroded clergy, his grandfather, I really want to know."

Ayami Mayumi looked up again at the collapsed shrine of the Torii on the top of the mountain, and murmured:

"If this situation cannot be hidden, the countermeasures class will get news immediately."

...

An uneasy night.

It's over.

The next day, at 9:00 am.

Kanagawa, Yokohama City.

Milokami walked into the police headquarters wearing a windbreaker and greasy hair.

After a few steps, he noticed a colleague and cast a bad look at him.

And move forward, along the way.

Most people, whether they know him or not.

Not friendly to him.

Milou Gui pulled the corners of his mouth, and he became accustomed to it.

He did not lie to Beiyuan Nanfeng.

These guys from Tokyo are indeed unpopular.

A few days ago, after a deputy director of a certain mirror class slapped the table with the Supreme Chief of the Kanagawa Police Headquarters, they became even more unpopular.

Colleagues who keep their responsibilities confidential but have no limits to their limits and have to point fingers at anything.

Coupled with the long-standing conflict between law enforcement agencies in Tokyo and Kanagawa.

Only when they are popular can there be ghosts.

Think from the perspective of others.

If Miran Kei was a local colleague from Kanagawa, he might be very upset.

So he understood the dissatisfaction of his colleagues very well.

Facing unhappy gazes all the way.

Miran Kei came to an office rented from Kanagawa on the 9th floor, opened the door and walked in.

"morning."

After entering.

Milo Kei first greeted his old partner Makoto Fujiki, and then bent down to greet the middle-aged man who was sitting in the corner with a scheming face.

This is the deputy director of Jingshe.

"What did they say when they went to Miyata's house yesterday?"
Chapter completed!