MTL - How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police-Chapter 86 kidnapping

Dozens of police cars flashed their warning lights and drove on the road in a hurry, attracting the attention of pedestrians on the side of the road.

But ahead of everyone was the white Mazda that had long since disappeared.

A young man with black hair sat in the driver's seat of the white Mazda. He raised his head, reached out to adjust the direction of the rearview mirror, and glanced at himself inside.

This is Yi Rongcheng Matsuda Jinping's Amuro Toru. His extraordinary racing skills made him leave the police far behind.

At this moment, he was looking forward with burning eyes, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. The dazzling setting sun on the horizon made every time he blinked his eyes, a purple-red light and shadow appeared in front of him, in sharp contrast to the black and gray road in reality.

He was all too aware of the unmonitored place.

Since the earthquake destroyed most of the surveillance in the urban and suburban areas, Rum went with the flow, dismantled the surveillance video of that small area, and moved all the two laboratories of the organization to that place. Also disguised as an ordinary chemical factory.

The guy even got a government-issued license very law-abiding.

The factory where he went to meet Rum a few times before was also near that place.

When he saw the black cars in the surveillance video disappearing at the familiar intersection, he was basically sure that the person who kidnapped Xin Haikong was Rum.

If it was M, he would have to be so unafraid of death that he would directly break into Rum's territory.

Rum is different, he claims to have complete control of that small area. If he kidnapped Xin Haikong, he would definitely move to that place.

In fact, according to the quickest rescue method, he should have told the truth of the matter directly when he was at the Metropolitan Police Department, and led the armed police officers to the factory and laboratory that lacked those few concentrated ones.

But this way, there are too many things that are not easy to explain.

On the one hand, the identity of his undercover organization cannot be easily revealed. If it is made clear in front of everyone, the undercover organization lurking in the Ministry of Communications will inevitably pass this information back to the organization.

On the other hand, it would be too irresponsible to involve these ordinary policemen in the organization so unexpectedly. These police officers have not been trained in this area, and neither their personal strength nor other strengths are enough to fight against the people of the organization.

Therefore, he could only choose to temporarily give up the early assistance from the Metropolitan Police Department.

Fortunately, in addition to the Metropolitan Police Department, he also has the help of the public security.

Toru Amuro's eyes fell on the red-lighting walkie-talkie in the passenger seat.

"Mr. Fukutani, the support will arrive at the location you specified in three minutes."

The police will be here soon, and so will he.

The road ahead gradually became remote, and there were no people and vehicles on both sides, only the shadows of trees hurried past.

He was the only one who knew the exact location of the factory, so he had to be there in person.

But if he rushes to the scene directly as Amuro, and cooperates with the police to rescue Xin Haikong, then he will no longer need to go undercover, and his identity will be exposed cleanly.

When he was in the Metropolitan Police Department elevator, he was still thinking about how to get to the scene reasonably, until he watched Matsuda's back and thought of a good way.

Matsuda Jinhei is not only a police officer, but also a close friend of Shinkai. If Xin Haikong was rescued in his name and cooperated with the police, the whole thing would be very reasonable.

This plan is absolutely perfect, the only problem is that he can't disguise at all, let alone go to Belmod for help. Fortunately, there are also experts who are good at disguising in the public security. Although it is not up to the level of Belmod, but his physique and figure are not much different from Matsuda, it is still possible to deceive other people in a short period of time.

So he transformed into Matsuda Jinping and rushed to the scene, while the real Matsuda transformed into "Amuro Toru" and went to Poirot Cafe to make an alibi for him.

The white Mazda drove all the way, and finally stopped in a clearing in the suburbs.

A young man in black casual clothes stepped out of the car. He had curly black hair, and his dark eyes stared at the factory not far away.

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When it was discovered that the bullet had hit the fuel tank, Xin Haikong jumped out of the car for the first time, rolled on the spot for a few laps, and was stopped by a large hand.

The door of the car blocking their right side suddenly opened, and two strong men in black put their guns to his head and pushed him into the car.

The strong man sitting on his left held his hands behind his back and tied them with a thick hemp rope.

He shivered in fright, and took the opportunity to glance sideways at the car. There were all strong men in black clothes, and Rum was not in the car.

The last time I met Rum in the organization's stronghold, because he wrapped himself very tightly and kept his head down, the other party didn't really see what he looked like.

From Rum's standpoint, Xin Haikong's identity can be simply summarized in two directions. In the direction of the Metropolitan Police Department, he is a rare talent, and he took the position of police inspector at a young age.

But if this is the only thing, Rum may have the intention of recruiting, but it will not be so eager to kidnap Xin Haikong.

What really piqued Rum's mind was from the direction of the organization—

The Gin faction, which has always been hostile to rum, seems to be very interested in the police officer Shinkai.

This is very interesting.

Anything always attracts attention when it is scrambled.

Rum will definitely think about what kind of person Xin Haikong is, that will attract M to target him like this.

Why did M always refuse to kill him, just like a cat teasing a mouse, he played round and round but never slapped him to death.

What is M's idea, and what is the point of Xin Haikong, which is worthy of this famous member's repeated end-points.

In this sense, Xin Haikong is no longer an ordinary, or some excellent policeman.

He has actually become a very important chip in the game between Rum and M.

If he is Rum, he must use himself even if he does anything. Either disgust M, or simply let the undercover M side spy on information.

Look, can't you wait?

The car drove forward quickly, and the scenery on the left and right sides quickly reversed.

The black-haired youth shrank in the corner, his amber eyes fixedly staring at the muzzle of his gun, inevitably showing a hint of fear.

When the vehicle turned, everyone kept falling to the right, Xin Haikong raised his eyes slightly, looked over the muzzle of the gun, and indifferently faced the black-haired man in the passenger seat with a gun.

He has an unremarkable appearance, and a pair of sky blue eyes.

The next second, the person sitting on his left covered his eyes with a black cloth, and the whole world went dark.

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"People brought it."

Two strong men in black pushed Xin Haikong all the way into a dark workshop.

After Xinhaikong dawdled all the way because they couldn't see the road conditions, they walked out of the road for ten minutes from getting off the car to the factory.

The wide iron door closed again with a muffled sound.

The last ray of light was blocked, and the entire factory fell into darkness.

The black cloth on his eyes was torn off, and his eyes were still pitch black, no different from when he didn't take off the black cloth.

The winery is so big, it is not enough to save a lamp.

Such a rant just came out, and the next second, the high-pressure sodium lamp on the ceiling of the factory suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire factory.

"Meeting for the first time." An old male voice came from the front.

Xin Haikong slowly opened his somewhat uncomfortable eyes stimulated by the light, and looked forward—

A white-haired old man stood two meters away from him, dressed in a black suit, with a smile on his old face, his black eyes staring at him motionless.

rum.

By the way, where did this guy find the clothes, is it custom made? With his current five-short figure, it's really hard not to let people play in a black suit.

But...why did Rum set the meeting place at the factory? Is it to prevent someone from sniping through the hole left by the window?

"Who are you?" The black-haired young man was obviously very scared, but he still barely supported himself and asked in a trembling voice.

"It doesn't matter who I am." The old man leaned on the silver cane in his hand, approached Xin Haikong step by step, stretched out the cane against Xin Haikong's chest, and said with a smile, "What matters is who you are about to be."

The winery's riddle skills are worthy of being handed down in the same vein.

It really makes people unable to help themselves to remove the jaws of those who do not speak well, so that they can no longer speak.

And... who is he? Who else could he be, he is your dearest enemy M.

The spree is already on its way, hope it won't disappoint you.

Xin Haikong suppressed the surging joy in his heart and continued to perform.

"What, what do you mean! What's the purpose of kidnapping me here!" The black-haired policeman couldn't help but want to back away, but the gun was pressed against his back, and there was no way to retreat. He seemed a little flustered, and even his words were a little difficult to say.

The white-haired old man frowned, as if he did not expect that the policeman M was paying so much attention to turned out to be a timid pustule. But even if it's a pustule, it must be useful, otherwise why would that guy keep staring at him.

"Mr. Xinhai, I specially invited you to be a guest here." The old man walked around behind Xin Haikong, his voice fluctuating from far and near, probably to create a sense of oppression for him.

It's a pity that he only thinks you are noisy.

Even if people are no longer in front, he still maintains his acting skills very professionally, and temporarily stays in the character of a timid but timid civilian policeman.

"You were framed and imprisoned a day ago. Don't you want to know anything about this?"

"What do you mean, did you frame me?" The black-haired young man seemed to finally understand the situation, and asked back eagerly.

Performance needs to have layers. If you have been in a state of fear, there is no guarantee that the other party will find something wrong. Emotions must be allowed to change naturally with the development of events in order not to show any traces.

The black-haired youth's overly straightforward question blocked Rum. But he still did not give up his great cause of provocation.

"The person who framed you is our common enemy. I have heard of your previous experience, the two explosions on the Shinkansen, the prisoner on the Tokyo Tower, the kidnapping case specifically for you, the stolen stone of life... Do you really think those are pure coincidences?"

Rum pulled the cane away from the gun on his back with his cane and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"What do you mean?" The black-haired youth's back trembled slightly.

"There is a person who has been hiding in the dark and watching you, ready to reach out and pull you closer to the mud. He created this series of cases, and it was he who killed my friend Wuye yesterday and put the blame on him. You. He is our common enemy, Mr. Shinkai, don't you want revenge?"

The words are very pleasant and the layers are very clear. If he guessed correctly, this should be the routine of the first ceremony and then the soldier.

"If such a person really exists, I will definitely bring him to justice with my own hands. There is no need for you to tie me here." The black-haired youth relaxed a little, turned around and tried to confront the old man's words. Eye.

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That's right, the justice police always like to raise the weapon of the law to punish criminals. Rum frowned helplessly.

"Mr. Xinkai, you may not have figured out the situation. I'm not discussing with you." Rum removed his cane, and the cold muzzle touched Xin Haikong's waist again. "I'm telling you, cooperate or...die."

"You first, calm down first." Xin Haikong raised his hand, and there was a rare feeling of miscalculation in his heart.

I didn't expect this guy to be so short-tempered, and he would use a knife and a gun if he didn't agree.

After persuading him to surrender, he couldn't bear his temper? Or does this guy feel like he doesn't deserve his patience?

No, according to his prediction, it will take some time for that group of people to arrive here. Even if he has a backhand in advance, he can't use it easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

After all, he didn't want to spoil his plan.

Have to delay for a while.

The black-haired youth asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by asking me to cooperate?"

"Wouldn't it be better to be aware of the current affairs like this earlier?" The old man showed the smile that was in control of everything at the beginning. "What you need to do is very simple, just continue to be your police officer and live an ordinary life, but sometimes you need to deliver a little message."

Want him to be Rum's undercover agent at the Metropolitan Police Department? It can't be that simple.

"What message?"

"Mr. Xinhai, I advise you not to ask too bluntly about some things. You just need to wait for the order, and we will naturally avenge you." Rum detoured to the front again, and the iron cane kept hitting the concrete floor. Makes a dull sound.

"But how can I believe you? Everything is just your words." The black-haired youth frowned and looked up at the white-haired old man in front of him. "Those frame-ups and targeting are really suspicious, but how do I know if the legendary enemy really exists, rather than your fiction?"

"You can rest assured about this. I believe that you will be able to see him soon. The famous M."

"M?" The black-haired youth lowered his head slightly and murmured.

"By the way, I don't seem to have introduced it to you, our organization."

Rum held his cane, lowered his head, and said with a smile.

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On the other side of the country road, a black Porsche was parked for a long time.

This place is a little far from the factory, but not so far as to be completely invisible.

If you run here from the factory, it should take a few minutes.

There is only one person on the Porsche.

The owner of the car, wearing a black hat with the brim pressed to the lowest level, only showing the tail of silver hair, stared at the smartphone in his hand expressionlessly.

On the palm-sized smartphone screen, there is a small red dot and a small black dot. The two points are very close to each other and have not moved their positions for a long time.

The car owner stared at the screen of the mobile phone, and twitched the corners of his mouth impatiently, and finally unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

On the screen of the mobile phone, the small black dot started to move, a little bit closer to the small red dot.