No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

However, in order to play the role of a dedicated police officer, Kitahara Masaki also needs to endure boredom and spend an entire day searching for non-existent evidence in this ruin.

However, Kitahara Masaki was summoned back to the Metropolitan Police Department in the afternoon, as someone from the Public Security Bureau was looking for him.

Oh, is Amuro Tooru trying to lower my guard by making direct contact, or has something unexpected happened?

"Inspector Kitahara, you'll be responsible for helping these two colleagues from the Public Security Bureau from now on. Leave the bombing case to Megure."

Matsumoto Kiyoshi laughed and said to Kitahara Masaki, then left the reception room.

"Recently, major cases have occurred frequently, and the police are short-handed. So we hope you can lend us a hand this time."

One of the police officers said this. And the two police officers facing Kitahara Masaki were none other than Kazami Yuya and Amuro Tooru in disguise.

"No matter how short-staffed the police are, they wouldn't come to the Metropolitan Police Department to ask for manpower, would they?"

Police officers like Kitahara Masaki, who belong to the First Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department, and Amuro Tooru, who belongs to the Public Security Bureau of the National Police Agency, are not in the same system.

If we compare the National Police Agency to the main branch of a shop and the Metropolitan Police Department to a branch, we could say the National Police Agency has the power to supervise, and even command, the Metropolitan Police Department. However, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department has 40,000 personnel, while the National Police Agency has only 7,000. This huge disparity in numbers makes the National Police Agency's supervisory work a joke.

"Because this matter is a bit tricky, I need Inspector Kitahara's help."

Without giving Kitahara Masaki any room to refuse, Amuro Tooru took out the relevant documents from his briefcase.

Hey, the police don't really want me to help them with their case, do they?

Kitahara Masaki, a master of disguise, had long seen through the fact that the two policemen opposite him were fake. So at first, he thought that their so-called request for his help was just a test. But now it seems that they are going to make the charade real and make Kitahara Masaki work overtime without pay.

The subject of the report is a prince from a small country. The man in the photo is pale and looks like a drug addict.

"His target is the seventh prince of the Kingdom of Abilion, a prince from a small country. However, he uses royal and diplomatic channels to conduct drug trafficking in many other countries. If he were to do that kind of thing in Japan, it would cause great harm to Japan."

Kitahara Masaki sighed and replied:

"So, what do you two need an ordinary policeman like me for?"

"Haha, Inspector Kitahara, you're joking. You can be considered the Metropolitan Police Department's ace investigator now. Don't underestimate yourself. In this mission, your reputation will be our trump card."

"Then please explain in detail the role I will be playing."

Kazami Yuya and Amuro Tooru exchanged a glance, nodded, and then took out more documents.

When Kazama took out the documents, one of them accidentally slipped out of his briefcase.

The above content made Kitahara Masaki frown.

Terrorist response and the use of firearms by police... Police investigators have the right to use heavy weapons against terrorist organizations...

"Feel sorry."

Kazama quickly stepped forward to block Kitahara Maki's view, then took the document back.

Over the next few hours, Kitahara Masaki listened to their plan to capture the prince of the small country while pondering the significance of their actions.

Could it be that they mistook me for Jiang Gan?

Unfortunately, while you are not Zhou Yu, I have a boss who is just as suspicious as Cao Cao.

Chapter 36 Tang Family Ranking

It was bustling with noise.

Upon arriving at the nightclub, I could already faintly hear music emanating from inside before even stepping inside.

Just as Kitahara Masaki was about to go inside, a communication suddenly came through his earpiece.

“Inspector Kitahara, you can relax a bit. If things go smoothly, you won’t be involved in any serious conflict.”

Kitahara Masaki smiled and replied:

"So what do you think I should do? Shout that 'countless tormented souls are enjoying their own pleasures in this forgotten land, writhing their frail bodies to forget this damned reality'?"

“Very poetic. But what I meant was to make you fit the profile of ‘a young person partying at a nightclub’ more closely.”

"No problem, I got E grades in opera performances in junior high!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the earpiece. Amuro Tooru was the first to react and asked:

Is "E" an abbreviation of a word in Eagle language?

"Excellent! Now just watch my performance!"

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Once inside the nightclub, Kitahara Masaki didn't act recklessly; he simply drank alone, standing out from the wildly dancing crowd in the dance hall.

According to the police who hacked into the surveillance footage, Kitahara Maki became withdrawn after entering the nightclub.

"Well, it seems Inspector Kitahara isn't very good at making a good impression."

"After all, it's understandable. Inspector Kitahara is famous for his crime-solving skills, so it's really asking too much of him to let himself go like this."

Kazama Yuya, the good-natured guy in the Public Security Bureau, tried to explain for Kitahara Masaki. However, for Kitahara Masaki, it was undoubtedly dangerous to have all eyes on him as soon as he entered an unfamiliar place, especially in such a dimly lit place. You couldn't see where a bottle opener, a glass, or even a bullet might fly out from.

After confirming the location of the Poison Prince and his bodyguards, Kitahara Masaki took a glass of absinthe and walked towards the Poison Prince's booth.

Speaking of which, I've seen cheating princes, Tang princes, and gay princes in my past life, but I've never seen a poisonous insect prince. If this were a card collecting game, the cards of these princes would be like Chun Chun dancing. Only hardcore players with a collecting obsession would spend the time to collect them all.

But now, Kitahara Maki isn't collecting cards; he's tearing them up.

The other club president is tearing into his own wife, while I'm tearing into social pests. The difference in our levels is obvious.

With a joking thought in mind, Kitahara Masaki arrived at the booth of the Poison Prince.

As it turns out, this poisonous insect prince was also inhaling some white powder, not only selling it himself but also inhaling it.

Seeing a strange face approaching, one of the two burly bodyguards beside the prince came over and put his hand on Kitahara Masaki's shoulder. He tried to push Kitahara Masaki away, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge the man in front of him.

However, with just a glance, the sharp killing intent made the bodyguard realize that the man in front of him definitely had several lives on his hands!

"Hey bro, what's your name?"

“I am a member of the Hojo Alliance. You are an outsider and have no right to sell goods here without our permission.”

The translator whispered an explanation to the prince. Considering the prince's rudimentary Japanese, simply starting a conversation was already quite good.

However, the patience of an addict and a member of a feudal royal family was even worse than Kitahara Masaki had imagined.

"Damn it! I thought you were someone important, but you're just a gangster from this island nation. Who would go into the underworld these days? You don't actually think the Hojo Alliance has the right to order me around, do you? Go back and ask your boss if he dares to offend me. If it escalates into a diplomatic issue, can your underworld handle the consequences?"

"If that's your attitude, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Kitahara Masaki spoke in a calm and unhurried tone, just like those thugs with connections, and before the drug addict could even utter a curse, he had already poured the drink he had ordered all over his head.

The two bodyguards shouted, hoping to downplay the incident, but their master's mouth was too foul and he never left any room for compromise. They thought that in such a large nightclub, as long as they attracted attention, the fight wouldn't escalate.

As it turned out, the two bodyguards underestimated the indifference of the Japanese.

Kitahara Masaki didn't make any bigger moves, after all, the police on the other end of the earpiece were watching him.

"Inspector Kitahara, isn't this too dangerous?"

The voice coming through the headphones sounded somewhat helpless, probably because they hadn't expected Kitahara Masaki's style to be so radical.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

Kitahara Masaki answered in a low voice.

Kitahara Masaki held off a bodyguard and delivered a powerful punch, striking the man directly in the kidney. Before the unfortunate fellow could even retaliate, he collapsed onto the sofa, clutching his lower back. The bodyguard, who had known from the start that Kitahara Masaki was not to be trifled with, was kicked in the groin the instant he threw his punch, letting out a effeminate squeak before also collapsing to the other side.

“Friends, our prince bought his goods from a middleman; you should go and cause him trouble—”

After realizing that the man in front of him was not as wary of the prince's identity as the police, the prince's translator began to betray his comrades.

"Tell me, what was that intermediary's name?"

"Um, all our transactions took place in that warehouse area in the port district..."

“Call him out, let that prince call him out.”

The translator turned to look at the prince, while the poisonous prince angrily opened his phone, dialed a number, and arranged a meeting place and time within five minutes.

"Inspector Kitahara, in that case we cannot provide you with immediate support!"

"Of course, you'd better not get too close. If the middleman finds out, all your efforts will be wasted."

After answering the police's questions, Kitahara Masaki continued to deal with this group of guys who were abusing their diplomatic immunity.

"Sir—may I ask your name?"

The translator tried to get close to him with a humble and obsequious manner, but Kitahara Masaki simply couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention, knowing that saying too much would only lead to more mistakes.

The fact that things have developed to this point can only be attributed to the low intelligence of the prince and his entourage. If even one of them were to call the Hojo Alliance to confirm, Kitahara Masaki's hastily conceived false identity would be exposed. However, the prince and his group have shown no interest in doing so.

Thus, Kitahara Masaki was regarded as an agent of the Hojo Alliance, sent to reclaim the prince's drug sales rights and, incidentally, to deal with an unregistered drug broker.

After the bodyguards were dealt with, they didn't dare to utter a sound. The prince, on the other hand, felt offended. How could such a guy, who didn't respect him at all, appear out of a small island nation? He was sulking and afraid that this unscrupulous gangster might harm him, so he didn't dare to speak up either.

Throughout the journey, Kitahara Masaki, sitting in their car, silently listened to the translator's ramblings.

Ah, let's finish this quickly.

Chapter 37 Tokyo Bay has everything

"Ah, the transaction location is just ahead."

Kitahara Masaki was speechless at the sheer number of this group. His original intention in revealing a false identity was simply to put pressure on the prince and his entourage and make them behave. A prince who was already disguised as a drug inside and out wouldn't last long; he would definitely go somewhere to replenish his drug supply, and the police who had been monitoring them could catch them red-handed.

Ugh--

Did I overestimate their intelligence, or is their intelligence simply that low to begin with?

"How come they haven't been caught yet?"

Kitahara Masaki asked in a low voice.

"Well, actually, this prince's arrival in Japan was entirely an accident. Originally, he and his brother, the fourth prince of the kingdom, planned to go to Ross to develop their careers. However, his brother started selling drugs as soon as he arrived in Ross and was shot and killed by the local anti-drug police. That's why he changed his destination and came to Japan."

Oh, so that means these tiny countries despise each other, which is why they created this farce.

"Um—sir, are you talking about something?"