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Takahashi shouted: "What the same organization! My allegiance has always been the Port Mafia! Mr. Nakaya, don't be fooled by the guys from the Armed Detective Agency!"

Takahashi took a few steps back, and the detective's gun moved with him.

Nakahara looked down at Takahashi, "Is there anyone else?"

The detective stretched out his index finger and tapped in the air, "Well...one, two...that's it!"

The people who were targeted looked at each other, and Takahashi suddenly started shooting. He threw a gun at Nakahara Chuya, turned around and wanted to run with his accomplices.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't move, just waved his hands, and the other subordinates moved quickly, chasing down the few people who were spotted by the detective, "Send these people to Sister Hongye."

The detective put down the gun in boredom, and complained, "It's true, Mr. Hat, just give it to me, no matter what it is, I can see it."

"You don't need that kid to do so much, you older child." Nakahara Nakaya rolled his eyes at the detective, "You can do whatever you want to do in the future, but at least let me know, the guy who thinks about it is not qualified to complain. "

"Crap."

The detective whispered, Nakahara pretended he didn't hear, and grabbed the detective by the collar and put him on the ground.

"My side is about to end, where will I go later?" Nakahara asked.

"Go and kill some people!" said the detective, touching his own neck, "Well... just leave a life alive!"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't ask much, just nodded, and lifted Mr. Detective onto the scooter like pinching the back of a cat's neck, "Which way?" Then he seemed to think of something suddenly, and said, "Forget it, you don't know the direction, report directly Just give me their general information."

The detective reached out and poked Nakahara Chuya's waist unhappily, causing Nakahara Chuya to give him a threatening look, "Mr. Hat, Ranpo-sama can tell the direction."

"No, you can't tell the difference." Nakahara Nakaya drove to the port mafia building. After the other subordinates finished their tasks, they took the few people pointed out by Mr. Detective back to the headquarters by themselves. Thanks to Mr. Detective, they had a few more copies. Mission report to be written.

"I can tell the difference."

The detective continued poking.

"You can't tell."

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't look back.

"I can tell the difference!"

The detective continued poking harder this time.

"Okay, you can tell the difference."

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly replied.

Although he got the answer he wanted, the detective who was not very happy gritted his teeth silently, and poked Chuya Nakahara's waist very, very hard, "It's too perfunctory, Mr. Hat!"

"okokokok."

Zhong Yuan, who turned his back to the detective, said casually, but there was a smile on his face, and the emotions in the corners of his eyes and brows all showed that Zhong Yuan was also doing it on purpose, "Yes."

They went all the way back to the Port Mafia, and Nakahara took Mr. Detective to the intelligence department, and let the detective find the content he wanted to use so that he could find the location.

Mr. Detective, whose hair was a little frizzy because of flying all the way back, gathered his large black suit coat impatiently, glanced at the people coming and going in the office, and said without hesitation, "The second table is wearing a striped shirt. You are a very brave woman, passing information in front of Ranpo-sama."

Chuya Nakahara rubbed his temples with a headache, motioned for others to catch her and bring her to Koyo Ozaki, and whispered to the detective, "That's for fishing, hey!"

The detective pretended he didn't hear anything, and sat on the table alone, his sharp green eyes scanned the people in the office one by one, and everyone who was swept past couldn't help but straighten his back, "Those who are by the window, hold your hand." Give me what you have to deal with."

The middle-aged man sitting at the desk by the window was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly brought the computer over. The detective didn't reach out to take it, and just as the man was holding the computer, he tapped his five fingers on the keyboard for a while, and then pointed at the man. Said, "Print it out for me."

The man complied with his words and went to print very cooperatively.

Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned against the door, feeling very tired.

"and then?"

Nakahara just wanted to finish off work quickly, then go back to take a good bath, drink a glass of red wine and sleep.

"Then Mr. Hat just take me there along the way!" The detective said, and asked the printed man to give the things to Nakahara Chuya, "Okay, your mission is complete, you can go find Miss Hongye by yourself."

Zhongyuan Zhong also just took the printed paper, "What?"

The man kept his hand outstretched, showing a forced smile, "What do you mean?"

"Are you an idiot?" The detective looked too lazy to talk nonsense, turned around and exposed his back completely, walked towards the door, and said casually, "Anyway, it's just a small pawn, Mr. Hat should kill him directly."

Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated for a moment, remembering what the leader said, he just knocked the man unconscious and dragged him out of the office by gravity, and taught him as he walked, "Don't ignore the occasion, it's the staff office, and you can only kill him outside kill."

Mr. Detective covered his ears with his childish hands, as if in this way he could not hear Chuya Nakahara's voice.

"Hey! Listen to me, you bastard!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also casually pulled over the passing subordinates, and ordered the man who dragged him over to be practiced by the newcomers in the torture department, and then quickly followed the detective's pace.

"They are all members of the port mafia, but they are not afraid." The detective muttered, "As long as they are human beings, they will die one day. What are you afraid of?"

"That's what you say, but it's very dirty. It's impossible to kill as soon as you want in the office, and it's very troublesome to clean up," Zhongyuan Zhongya said with a headache, "And you won't be afraid if you let the traitor handle the information," Zhongyuan Zhongye suddenly Responding, "Wait a minute, you are really not afraid."

Central Plains also had a headache.

The black-clothed Mr. Detective walked straight forward, tossing up and down the bullet-filled pistol that came from nowhere, and said perfunctorily, "Hmm, okay, hurry up and lead the way, Mr. Hat. "

"Don't talk about me like a navigation!" Zhong Yuanzhong also scratched his hair, his hands were blocked by his high ponytail, so he had to put down his hands, took out the printed documents with some residual warmth and glanced at them, " Do you want to fly directly or take a car?"

Mr. Detective suddenly stopped, stuffed the gun into his clothes casually, raised his arms like a child and shouted, "I want to fly over!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, "OK."

"Yeah! Mr. Hat is awesome!" the detective shouted excitedly, "Master Ranpo likes you so much!"

"It's best if you are honest, don't say such nasty things!" Zhongyuan Zhong also stuffed the information into his pocket, and picked up the detective by the waist with one hand like a cargo, "Don't talk," Zhong Yuanzhong also deliberately didn't say anything. Detective Blocking Feng, "Otherwise, don't blame me for drinking Fengfeng."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The detective covered his mouth with both hands, signaling Zhong Yuan Zhongya to hurry up, "Although I know that Mr. Hat is doing it on purpose, Lord Ranpo forgives you—uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Before the detective finished speaking, Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly took off from the ground, his whole body was covered with a layer of faint red light, and his happy emotions almost broke through his voice, "Stop talking, you idiot !"

"No no no no!"

The detective who was choked by the wind retorted firmly.