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But you can still see that the color of the clothes is indeed Irish.
“You...you actually killed him!” Pisco exclaimed.
"Hey, don't wrong an innocent person!"
Matsuda smiled and said, "I was standing right next to you when the car accident happened. How could I possibly kill him?"
"you......"
Pisco shuddered.
Ireland's death instantly darkened Matsuda's image in his mind.
"Alright, it seems you understand now," Matsuda said, his smile fading. "Who exactly is the boss of your organization?"
"The boss? Actually, I haven't seen him in a long time either."
Pisco hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
However, when the topic turned to that gentleman, a rare look of nostalgia appeared on his face.
"You might not believe it, but this organization was originally just a simple research lab. It was a pure place where a group of young doctors could freely express their bold ideas."
"Oh, is it so?"
Matsuda did not interrupt Pisco's storytelling.
Now we'll start talking about history. We'll get to today in a bit, which is better than not saying anything at all.
"Of course, those young people have no reputation, so they have no sponsors and cannot gain social recognition."
Pisco was lost in memories.
"At that time, that gentleman appeared. He took them in, gave them help, supported them financially, and even provided for their daily needs."
"It was around that time that the gentleman chose me, just as I chose Ireland today."
Pisco launched into a long, detailed account of what happened back then.
“That gentleman didn’t have any status, and his money wasn’t earned honestly. So back then, we did anything. We were willing to do anything for money.”
"Fifty years from now, we have everything. Money, beautiful women, status—we lack nothing!"
"So now, we don't touch many things anymore. For example, I started focusing on managing the car company's business a long time ago."
"I chose Ireland to succeed me,"
Pisco's expression turned somewhat resentful as he said this.
"That gentleman chose a madman like Gin, wanting him to be in charge of the organization's affairs in Tokyo! That kind of guy with only violence in his head will drag the organization into the quagmire sooner or later, and if things continue like this, we'll all be destroyed by him sooner or later. At least, police officers like you have already taken notice of us."
"Who exactly is this gentleman you're talking about?" Matsuda frowned.
“That gentleman?” Pisco gave a strange smile. “I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in a long time either?”
"I was asking about his identity?"
Matsuda retorted angrily, "If you don't want to end up like Ireland, you'd better tell the truth!"
“I won’t tell,”
Pisco looked up at Matsuda.
“I am not like Ireland. He was just an ordinary person. Although I don’t know what methods you used to arrange his death, I am not like him!”
"If anything happens to me here, you..."
Before Pisco could finish speaking, he heard a "beep" sound.
He looked down in disbelief, only to see a blush slowly spreading across his chest.
"Who?"
Matsuda frowned and looked into the darkness. There stood Gin, Vodka, and a tall woman wearing a mask.
The woman was holding a small pistol with a silencer attached to the muzzle.
"Vermouth!!!"
Pisco, his face ashen, strode over, intending to confront the woman.
The masked woman, however, remained unmoved and fired two more shots in quick succession.
Pisco immediately collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and then remained motionless.
"As expected of someone getting older, they start talking more nonsense."
Vermouth chuckled and then pointed the gun at Matsuda.
"Sir detective, you'd better not move, otherwise, if my gun accidentally goes off, that could..."
"You talk a lot of nonsense too,"
Gin snorted coldly, and he and Vodka both raised their guns, pointing them at Matsuda.
"Where is Sherry, or rather, Shiho Miyano?"
How would I know the answer to that?
Matsuda shrugged, looking completely innocent.
"Really? Since you don't know..."
Before Gin could finish speaking, he had already pulled the trigger.
Vodka and Vermouth, standing nearby, didn't hesitate and immediately opened fire on Matsuda.
But what happened next took all three of them by surprise.
Matsuda suddenly stepped back and then jumped off the edge of the roof!
"He... he committed suicide?"
Vermouth froze on the spot.
Gin, however, immediately grabbed his gun and rushed to the edge of the rooftop.
Looking down, Matsuda was nowhere to be seen.
"Go! Retreat!" Gin ordered decisively.
Although Vermouth was somewhat confused, Tokyo was essentially Gin's territory, so she naturally went along with the host's arrangements.
The three men concealed their weapons and hurried down the emergency staircase.
Matsuda witnessed the three people leaving the hotel from a room upstairs.
After entering Gin's Porsche 356A, he turned around and went back upstairs to the tool shed.
Shiho Miyano was still hiding inside, holding a broom in her hand.
When Matsuda opened the door, she thought it was someone from the organization and immediately hit Matsuda on the head.
"......Feel sorry."
Shiho Miyano looked embarrassed and quickly whispered something.
"never mind,"
Matsuda rubbed his forehead: "They've already left. Are you going to come with me now, or stay here?"
After listening to Matsuda recount what had happened, Shiho Miyano hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.
"Although Gin and his men have left, there might still be spies from the organization inside the hotel,"
"I think I'll stay here. Anyway, according to Kudo, the first time I turn back, it shouldn't last long."
Chapter 275 Ai, just say you care about me!
"I'll get you a room; you can't stay in the tool shed forever,"
As soon as Matsuda finished speaking, Shiho Miyano added,
"And clothes, preferably both adult and children's!"
"I've already said it, the murderer who killed Shigehiko Tobuchi was Kenzo Masuyama, and the gun used as the murder weapon has been handed over. Why are you still detaining me?! What regulations have I violated? Why are you guarding me like a prisoner?!"
Matsuda was detained in the First Division by Megure, his face full of helplessness.
"Just behave yourself. You found the murder weapon but didn't report it in time. You even went so far as to have a gunfight with someone in a public place."
Sato frowned, picked up the folder beside him, and smacked Matsuda on the head hard.
"Do you know how worried I was after hearing about what happened on the scene?"
"What do you mean by a gunfight?" Matsuda protested. "They were the ones who attacked me, but I didn't fire a single shot!"
"Alright, instead of making such a fuss, you should hurry up and write a report explaining what happened."
Sato covered his forehead and advised,
"Once the gunshot rings out, Inspector Megure and Superintendent Matsumoto won't be getting any sleep tonight."
"What does that have to do with me?" Matsuda curled his lip. "Get out of my way. I'm worried about Ai being home alone."
"It's alright,"
After Sato finished speaking, he left the office.
A short while later, she came back, holding Ai's hand.
"you......"
Matsuda's eyes widened. When he left the hotel, he specially booked a room for Ai to rest.
She even prepared two sets of clothes, one for adults and one for children, but unexpectedly, in less than two hours, she actually turned back to her original form.
“It’s so late, and you haven’t gone home yet. Ai was very worried and insisted on coming to check on you,” Sato explained.
Matsuda smiled, squatted down, patted Ai's head, and whispered, "How did you get here?"
"I consulted the professor," Ai replied softly.
"Then what are you doing here?"
Matsuda teased, "Are you that worried about me?"