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Reiko Nikaido isn't stupid; she wouldn't turn down money.
"If it's not them, then who is providing intelligence support to the fox behind the scenes?"
"I watched the analysis video posted online by that former Fox Hunt Task Force officer, and I think his deduction makes a lot of sense. There is probably no organization behind Fox Hunt."
His targets were all those caught red-handed in the act of committing crimes.
At this point, Suzuko Nikaido added another piece of evidence: "The same is true for Tomita this time. He was found and dealt with by the fox while he was carrying out the kidnapping."
"According to you, wouldn't he have to be like a thief, peeking through windows from house to house to find the criminal?"
"Haha, maybe."
Suzuko Nikaido let out a light laugh as she recalled the comical scene.
Then, her expression turned serious, and she said, "Let's get down to business. I've recently heard that the United States is very dissatisfied with the current prime minister's performance on the tariff issue and intends to replace him."
If the current prime minister steps down, given the current situation of the Liberal Democratic Party, it is very likely that a female prime minister will be nominated.
Chizuru, have you ever considered entering politics?
“Never mind,” Chizuru Tsukishima was currently nestled on her luxurious sofa, an expensive moisturizing mask on her face, her voice tinged with a hint of laziness and helplessness, “I don’t have the appearance of a Cart Giant.”
She was very clear-headed; if she looked as "safe" as the "Car Power Giant," then leaving Qingze and entering politics might be an option.
But she was born with a stunningly beautiful appearance, exuding a fatal attraction to men from head to toe.
With such an appearance, entering politics would almost certainly make one a target of unspoken rules.
Not to mention that she already had Qingze in her heart, even if she didn't, she would never tolerate him rising to power in that way.
Han Xin could endure the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs, but what about the humiliation of having his anus violated?
They would probably risk their lives to perish together with their opponent.
The same applies to Chizuru Tsukishima.
She might make some compromises regarding face and conscience, but she would never allow herself to degenerate into a "prostitute" in politics.
"I will speed things up and soften Qingze's attitude."
She added firmly.
"..."
Nikaido Suzuko opened her mouth, wanting to swallow back the words of advice.
She knew all too well that if she said anything bad about Qingze, her best friend would immediately turn on her.
So she changed her question and asked, "So what special methods do you plan to use to soften him?"
On the other end of the phone, Tsukishima Chizuru's lips curled into a confident yet alluring smile. She lightly stretched her long legs, enough to make any man's heart flutter, and exhaled a fragrant breath.
"Use my legs."
She firmly believes that the reason Qingze has not been completely conquered so far is simply because he lacks experience in that area; he doesn't know the taste of meat if he doesn't eat it.
When she uses her legs, which can be described as "works of art," to subtly exert pressure on someone, even the strongest will would likely soften.
Chapter 127 Winning is possible
When the crows returned to their nests, Qingze had already returned home.
He slowly emerged from the shadow cast by the bed on the floor. The moment his feet touched the floor, the shadow above his head shattered like a broken mirror, quickly shrinking downwards until it disappeared into the ordinary shadow beneath his feet.
His dark purple cloak also vanished silently, as if it had merged into the air.
The black uniform he was wearing and the sword at his waist were all returned to his storage space when a blue six-pointed star magic circle appeared in his palm. He then changed into a comfortable set of light beige pajamas.
Qingze's face showed obvious signs of fatigue.
This is mainly because he did not use the [Recovery Potion] to replenish his depleted mental energy.
In his view, such disposable consumables are very precious and should be saved for truly critical moments.
He earned a total of nine red name tags during tonight's operation.
Three of them came from humans, and the remaining six came from animals.
Unfortunately, no other labels in special colors were found.
He yawned widely, reached out to turn off the light, and collapsed onto the bed like a puppet with its strings cut.
He has now mastered the "skill" of falling asleep instantly; almost the moment he closes his eyes, his consciousness sinks into a deep dream.
In that tranquil, deep blue world, Qingze felt unusually calm as his body slowly sank downwards.
He hovered at a depth of 800 meters.
The sunlight stubbornly penetrated the seawater, illuminating this deep area of the ocean as if it were a giant blue crystal.
He remained calm and still, completely unaware of the passage of time.
Until the sharp ringing of the alarm clock shattered the dream, the deep-sea scene before my eyes vanished like broken glass, and the familiar ceiling reappeared in my sight.
He blinked, adjusting to the light, and swiped his phone screen to stop the noisy ringtone.
A new day has begun.
……
As usual, Qingze cleared a few red name tags during his morning run before returning home.
He not only prepared a sumptuous breakfast for Chizuru Tsukishima, but he also never neglected his own stomach.
Since there were no books with gold labels to read, he enjoyed his breakfast while scrolling through short videos on his phone to stay up-to-date on the latest international developments.
The phone was propped up vertically on the napkin box.
He was eating when the first short video pushed to him by Douyin (TikTok) was titled "Metropolitan Police Department Solves Major Case!"
In the video, a handsome police officer who appears to be in his early thirties stands in front of the press conference podium, speaking in a strong and clear voice:
"Last night, we successfully dismantled a yakuza organization connected to foxes."
The ringleader was named Makoto Tomita, and he had two accomplices.
This man fled to the Philippines after committing murder in his early years. He was later hired by Fox's organization and secretly returned to Tokyo.
When we found them, we encountered fierce resistance, and all three suspects were ultimately shot dead on the spot!
A reporter in the audience immediately followed up with, "Officer Nakamura, aren't you worried that the fox might retaliate against you after making such a public appearance?"
"The uniform I wear symbolizes purity and justice, and I bear the responsibility of upholding the law. How could I fear the evil lurking in the darkness?!"
Officer Nakamura responded righteously and with his back straight: "As police officers, we should prioritize the safety of citizens, rather than worrying about our own safety."
I want to give the fox a serious warning.
I'm right here!
The short video will then play on a loop.
Qingze opened the comments section and found it filled with a large number of praises:
"This is a true police officer!" "I never imagined the Metropolitan Police Department had such a responsible and dedicated individual!"
"It seems the new Superintendent General of Police does indeed have some skill and courage."
Comments like these dominated the top comments section.
After all, most ordinary people have a simple expectation of the Metropolitan Police Department: that they can protect them well.
However, rather than actually putting effort into protecting them, the Metropolitan Police Department prefers to create an environment that makes them "feel" they are protected.
After all, not everyone has the right to know the truth of a case.
Aozawa was able to quickly determine that the Metropolitan Police Department was playing a game of "winning the game."
That was because he personally killed Ba Tian and the other two last night.
They knew that the deaths of the three people had nothing to do with the police, let alone with any organization connected to Fox.
But most people are unaware of this fact.
The foundation of Winning Theory is to exploit information asymmetry and deceive the majority of the public.
To say that Japan today intends to imitate its "father's" Germanic winning philosophy seems inaccurate.
After all, this tradition of reporting victories from headquarters is long-standing in Japan, especially prevalent in the old Imperial Japanese Navy during World War II.
In their battle reports, it's common for an American aircraft carrier to be "sunk" three or four times.
He thought to himself, then swiped his finger upwards to skip to the next video.
The comment section for this video was noticeably quieter, with fewer than three comments.
The content was a news post by a shogi enthusiast, stating that "Hamura Meijin has gone missing."
Aozawa carefully read the written explanation. It turned out that the event organizing committee had tried to contact Yuya Hamura before the competition, but found that they could not reach him at all. They sent people to his home to search for him, but he was nowhere to be found, so they concluded that he was missing.
The organizers also said they were unaware of the reason.
In Japan, people often choose to "disappear" for various reasons.
Some were burdened with huge gambling debts, some suffered severe heartbreak, and others felt utterly hopeless about life...
Unless there is clear evidence that the person was murdered or kidnapped, the Metropolitan Police Department usually will not open a case for investigation.
After all, in Japan, a "free and democratic" country, citizens enjoy the freedom to "disappear."
……
After having breakfast, Qingze rode his beloved little motorcycle and arrived at Changteng High School on time.
After parking his car, he carried his briefcase and walked towards the teaching building, smiling as he responded to the cheerful greetings of some female students along the way.
He went up the stairs to the sixth floor, came to the familiar principal's office, knocked on the door, and said directly, "Chizuru, I'm coming in."
As he said that, he pushed the door open and walked in.
Chizuru Tsukishima did not practice on the yoga mat today.
She leaned lazily against the large sofa, her long, shapely legs casually propped up on the table in front of her.
Beside it, a pair of black stockings with a glossy sheen were neatly folded.