Chapter 801 You have threatened decent women many times before, right?The man's skull was cut open by the wooden sword, and his head was splitting with pain, his mind went blank.
It feels like being drunk and having a blackout.
Hearing the familiar voice, he immediately came to his senses, and while enduring the severe pain, he looked at the confused detective in front of him.
Why is this detective here?
But the current situation does not allow for much thought.
After a moment's hesitation, he made a decision, endured the severe pain, climbed up, and pounced on Fujino viciously.
Politicians need a black glove to wipe their asses, and he happens to be a black glove.
Normally anyone can come in and make a few comments, but once they lose their value, they will be ruthlessly removed and abandoned by those people at will.
As a black glove, his identity is naturally not open to the public.
After all, he has too many handles in his hands. Once something happens, those people will do everything they can to get rid of him.
In other words, if he is caught, he will be killed.
Facing the man who suddenly jumped up.
Fujino reacted quickly, meeting the man's attack with a knee, then stretched out his hand, and grasped the man's right wrist with his fingers like steel claws. Relying on his absolute strength, he crushed him to the ground, while at the same time pressing down with his left knee, pressing against the back of the man's shoulder blade.
Maintaining this posture, he exerted a little force with his left hand...
"Crack——!"
"what!!!"
The sound of bones and cartilage could be heard under the skin, and the man fainted from the intense pain after letting out a scream.
Seeing this, Fujino did not continue to attack.
If you do it again, the person will die.
At this time, half of the man's ribs were broken by his knee on his chest, his right arm was removed from the shoulder, and his shoulder blade was broken into several pieces by his knee. His wrist was directly crushed into pieces, with only broken muscles, flesh and blood vessels connected.
If you're not careful, this arm will be torn off.
This is power crushing. Just a shoulder lock is enough to kill a person half to death.
This is probably what it's like to tear the Japanese apart with your bare hands.
Fujino had no doubt that if he simply tore off the arm, the guy under him would die on the spot.
But he didn't do it after all.
This guy is more valuable alive than dead.
And even if he is not dead now, someone will kill this guy.
As soon as the scream was heard in the room, Sato Miwako and a group of plainclothes officers rushed into the room from outside the door at a very timely moment.
Her movements were clean and neat, and she easily controlled the unconscious man. She took out handcuffs, picked up one of the strangely twisted right arms, and handcuffed it to the other left arm.
The person is unconscious, so there is no need to shout slogans like "You have been arrested".
Fujino turned around and looked at Ryukawa Manako.
At this moment, she was sitting on the ground, with a red grip mark on her neck. Her face had regained some color, and she was staring blankly at a large group of people pouring into her already small apartment building.
Can't come in anymore, it's full!
Fujino glanced at her, then squatted down and looked into her confused eyes: "Now can you explain what happened last night?"
Longchuan Manako recovered and looked away: "I don't know what you are talking about."
Fujino remained calm upon hearing this. He stretched out his hand and forcibly turned her face around. A sense of oppression emanated from his body. He looked into her eyes and said in a deep voice, "At this point, you are still helping that guy conceal the truth... You really don't know who is here to kill you today?"
"I...how would I know?"
Longchuan Zhennaizi was stared at by the dark eyes and trembled all over. A trace of cold sweat flowed down her forehead. She said weakly: "After that person came in..." "Then he wanted to kill you. I can see it without you saying it."
Fujino took over her words and said directly: "Since you don't know, then I will tell you, this person is sent by your good boyfriend and your Foreign Minister's father. What do you think he wants to do?"
Longchuan Manako's face turned pale: "How did you know?"
Fujino looked at her as if she were a fool: "Do you think that besides the father and son, there are other enemies who would rush to your door and want to kill you?"
Longchuan Zhennaizi had a complicated expression: "But... I clearly said that I would not say anything, why would they want to kill me?"
Fujino couldn't help laughing when he heard that. "You kept the secret for him like a fool, and ended up like this... You are just a plaything that can be discarded at any time. You don't really think of yourself as a human being, or that you can become a so-called 'wife' and enjoy wealth and glory just by hooking up with the son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs?"
As he spoke, he let go of her hand and slowly stood up, looking down at her and said in a deep voice: "Do you think you still have a choice now? If we, the police, don't protect you, how long do you think you can live without being silenced by the Minister of Foreign Affairs?"
"Miss, you don't want to be killed in some deserted alley, and then have your body eaten beyond recognition by rats and cockroaches, right?"
"I...I said!"
Longchuan Manako is not a fool, of course she understands the pros and cons.
Before, her biggest support was that her boyfriend was the son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, but her biggest support turned out to be to kill her and silence her.
Now her only option is to become a witness and get police protection.
This would definitely lead to retaliation from the other party...but the prerequisite is that you can survive.
It's death anyway, there is no choice.
…………
After some explanation, Ryukawa Manako confessed everything that happened before and after Utada Ryuichi hit the person.
Even everything other than the hit-and-run was confessed all at once.
I can only say that if you don’t push yourself, you will never know where your limit is.
Take Ryukawa Manako and the man into the police van.
On the way to the Metropolitan Police Department.
Fujino was driving the car, and Sato Miwako couldn't help but tease him, "You are really good at threatening people."
Fujino drove the car and chuckled, "Practice makes perfect. Some idiots who don't want to speak will never speak unless they are threatened."
"Practice makes perfect..."
Miwako Sato felt that there was something wrong with these words.
If she thought about it carefully, she seemed to have been threatened like this before...
Thinking of this, a look of suspicion appeared in her eyes.
You must have threatened many decent women in the past, right?
Sato Miwako curled her lips, suddenly remembering something, and said to Fujino half-jokingly, "You didn't coax that 'rich woman' into helping you, did you?"
"Yes, but not really. After all, I didn't threaten her."
Fujino thought for a moment and said helplessly, "Speaking of which, I am a little helpless too. After all, strictly speaking, she is the one who is paying for me. Even if I refuse, there is nothing I can do..."
"By the way, do you still remember Miss Ooka?"
"She is the one I'm looking for this time."
"Ms. Ooka Momiji?"
Miwako Sato murmured when she heard this.
She recalled it in her mind and felt that the last name sounded familiar.
Come to think of it, the former prime minister from several years ago also seemed to have the last name Ooka?
(End of this chapter)
