Detectives of Detective World

"Well, no problem, you can go!"

After seeing that there was indeed only one adult and a child in the car, Yamamura decided to let it go.

At this time, Tang Ze, who turned on the super olfactory sense and determined that the target vehicle was behind him, started his performance.

"Ah?" With a puzzled look on his face, Tang Ze looked out the car window and said, "Do you have any bloody smell?"

"Huh?" Cao Yamamura was stunned when he heard Tang Ze's words, and then he waved his hands and smiled: "How is it possible, what kind of bloody smell is there? It's icy and snowy, and the smell of wind and snow is in the nose."

Hearing the other party's words, Tang Ze couldn't help looking at the other party with a black line, feeling that it was indeed the "criminal shame" of Ke Xue World, and he was too vigilant.

Generally, when criminals hear someone say this, they should believe it immediately, but at least they will ask questions, and there is no way to deny it.

In desperation, Tang Ze endured his inner spit, pretended to be a little angry after being suspected and pointed to the vehicle behind: "But I just smelled it! Although I don't have the nose of the "famous criminal" in Tokyo, but It's also much more sensitive than a normal nose!"

Tang Ze patted his chest firmly and said, "The car smells of blood! Check it out, don't let go of the trunk!!"

Hearing Tang Ze's affirmation, Yamamura took two steps towards the rear car suspiciously, and then saw the young men and women in the car.

And after Tang Ze's reminder that he almost put the answer on his face, Yamamura Cao suddenly remembered that there were only three gem robbers.

Now there is a man and a woman, and one of the gangsters is still injured. If the other party hides in the trunk...

Thinking of this mountain village gymnast's face changed greatly, but he was also a criminal, knowing that he couldn't scare the snake, and then whispered a message to his colleagues around him.

Afterwards, in the face of the criminal's request to check the trunk, the two gangsters instantly changed their faces and immediately prepared to drive away.

But the road ahead was blocked by Tang Ze, and the best escape was to reverse.

And the criminals who had been prepared for a long time would give the other party this reaction, and they controlled the man who was driving the main driver from the window.

While waiting for the woman in the back seat to be subdued to open the trunk, under the "attention" of many guns, the gangster who heard the movement also honestly chose to admit counsel.

"Hey! Thank you so much!!"

Seeing three robbers caught,

Yamamura Cao, who was on the side, remembered to thank the man who reminded him before, but when he turned his head to look forward, there was no shadow of the GT-R32.

"It's actually gone." Yamamura scratched his head, "I still want to report it and let the police station reward them to express my gratitude."

Tang Ze naturally didn't care about this reward, and it would be a waste of time to stay entangled with them.

So after seeing the gangster being subdued, Tang Ze drove straight away.

This time the speed has increased significantly.

"It's such a coincidence." Looking at the road inspection that had long since disappeared in the distance, Conan twisted from the passenger seat and sat down and complained: "The gangster met you that day, and it was a bloody mildew for eight lifetimes."

"Well... Who made them happen to have an accomplice who was injured in the trunk." Tang Ze looked ahead and said, "I smelled it as soon as I opened the window. It's hard not to pay attention."

"What a handy nose."

Conan mumbled vaguely, but Tang Ze still heard the emotions in it, and couldn't help but smile, "Envy?"

"How is that possible!" Conan almost jumped up as if his butt was pinned in half, "You are just an "evil way", I want to become a great detective like Sherlock Holmes!"

"Hey hey...you can be your "Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era" with peace of mind"

Tang Ze casually started to accelerate, with a playful smile on his face: "And I will become an existence beyond Sherlock Holmes."

With the roar of the motor, the black car accelerated again.

Faintly, there was a faint roar from Conan in the car.

"Fol...is...not...surpassed..."

With the cold wind blowing, the bursts of shouts fell silent, and only the roar of the motor continued to sound on the road.

............

At four in the morning, Tokyo seemed very quiet.

At this moment, people are enjoying their sweet dreams in the warm bed, and the whole city seems to be in hibernation, looking extremely deserted.

Darkness is the only theme in the city at the moment, and with the sound of snow rolling over tires,

"It's almost time."

Vodka looked at his watch, then took out his phone, "Show me the situation around the station, don't let a mouse slip away..."

The vodka, who had long planned to finish the transaction and kill Itakura, naturally would not take it lightly.

After he finished the call with "Itakura", he was murderous, and he was prepared for the other party to call a criminal to come, and called a large number of people around to be on guard.

After hanging up the phone, Vodka took a flashlight and walked down the steps into the underground station, and came to the locker at the trading location.

"Tsk..."

Taking a flashlight and looking around, I found that the vodka, who was no one, said impatiently: "That guy from Itakura...he hasn't arrived yet..."

Just when Vodka looked at the "0032" locker at the trading location, it found something that seemed to be clipped to the door of the cabinet.

"kindness?"

Vodka shone the flashlight and read the contents of the paper. "Check? This amount is the payment we promised to the Itakura guy..."

Open the cabinet door, and a CD is placed quietly in the locker.

"Pooh!"

Vodka spit out the cigarette from his mouth and said unhappily, "I didn't expect that idiot to be so timid, leaving things behind and running away without taking the money..."

While talking about vodka, he called the subordinate outside, "Well, it's me, the guy from Itakura is probably still around, give me a careful search!"

"Nani? There are only four or five drunks around? How is this possible, give me a careful search!"

Vodka roared at the phone in a dissatisfied tone, but the next moment the touch from the hat made Vodka's body froze, not daring to make any movement.

"What are you doing..." Gin pointed at the vodka with a Beretta M92F pistol in his left hand.

"Old... boss?"

Vodka couldn't help turning around when he heard the voice of Gin coming from behind, but the next moment the cold muzzle touched his chin, Gin's eyes were fierce, "The agreed transaction time is tomorrow night until the early hours of the morning. Right..."

"Yes... that guy said it was inconvenient tomorrow, so I moved the time up..." Vodka hurriedly defended.

Although it was already late at night with snow, but in the face of the huge pressure brought by the gin, the sweat on Vodka's forehead kept slipping without knowing it.