Chōsei.
One of the organization mbers.
This kind of thing.
Rather than using power to have subordinates conduct inspections and leave traces, it’s clearly more suitable to directly order organization mbers to do it.
Reasonable.
Legal.
Compliant.
This is also sothing his position requires him to uphold on the surface. Because he’s under scrutiny from many, while holding great power as the head of this departnt.
He’s walking on thin ice.
Unless.
The entire departnt is under absolute control, but that’s impossible. Such an important departnt is full of eyes from consortiums, the Imperial Family, and Cabinet mbers.
Therefore.
No one can monopolize.
Suddenly.
The thought of the organization arose.
However.
The next second, he shook his head. The organization is powerful, but it shouldn’t be this powerful. After all, this is Japan’s intelligence center.
If the organization really achieved this.
Then.
It represents one thing.
---The organization already controls all of Japan.
Ha!
How is that possible.
...
On the other side.
"What? Chōsei is in charge?" Yuichi received the news and was stunned. He thought to himself, this is troubleso. If there isn’t enough evidence, that inflexible guy.
Will definitely stand by his principles.
But.
There’s no other way. Kawamoto Chōsei is impervious to influence, has taken rigidity to the extre, but his work abilities are exceptionally outstanding, and he’s risen to the position of section chief.
In the future.
The prospects are limitless.
Give up?
No.
Yuichi was unwilling.
Imdiately.
He approached Watanabe, speaking earnestly, saying he had the energy and ability to handle the matter, but he was t with Watanabe’s cold eyes.
"Oh?"
"Are you questioning my decision?"
"I wouldn’t dare."
Yuichi heard this, cold sweat pouring, lowered his head.
This remark.
Was a bit heart-piercing.
Also.
Why is Watanabe so angry?
"Hmph!"
"You seem to have a good relationship with Yūsuke." Watanabe suddenly ntioned a na, and this na made Yuichi’s body tremble involuntarily.
This person.
Is the one from the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt.
Could it be.
Watanabe knows?
No.
He definitely knows. Otherwise, he wouldn’t ntion Yūsuke. Amidst Yuichi’s panic, Watanabe’s voice sounded again, "Don’t forget our responsibilities."
"And."
"It’s not for the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt to interfere in how our departnt handles business."
"Leave, this matter is over, there won’t be a next ti."
This ti.
Yuichi completely "understood" why Watanabe wouldn’t let him take charge. Turns out, he was dissatisfied with the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt overreaching.
Indeed.
This matter.
If it were him, knowing his staff were in contact with people from external units, interfering with internal affairs, he would also get angry, leaving Yuichi only with fear.
"Yes!"
"This ti it’s my fault, I promise there won’t be a next ti."
After speaking.
He retreated respectfully.
...
"Ka!"
The door closed.
"Phew!"
Yuichi took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling relieved that Watanabe didn’t pursue the matter. Otherwise, he would have been in trouble.
Getting fired wasn’t likely, but a minor punishnt was inevitable. If the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt’s high-level directly approached Watanabe, there might have been a chance of success.
However.
This isn’t a major case, and the high-levels of the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt wouldn’t show up to avoid suspicion. Strictly speaking, this event was rely a middle-level gaining credit.
Watanabe wouldn’t concern himself at all.
And.
How did Watanabe know?
Oh!
Alright.
As the head of Japan’s largest intelligence institution, if he didn’t have so skills, how could he have gotten into this position? Just had to admire how strong Watanabe’s asures were.
Now.
Yuichi has completely lost interest in the so-called credit. Didn’t gain any benefit but stirred up trouble. At this mont, he only wants to stay away from this case.
...
After Yuichi left.
In the office,
A smiling Watanabe remained. The feeling of control shouldn’t be too satisfying, believing that after this, Yuichi will have an even greater respect toward him.
Comfortable!
The rest.
Organizational mbers will handle it, he only needs to patch the logic of the whole matter seamlessly. External unit involvent in departntal issues serves as the patch sealant.
Any doubts.
Can be explained.
...
Not long after.
Ling Kun had just gotten out of the car and entered the interrogation room. As for his future, he no longer held any hope. After all, this was Japan’s largest intelligence institution.
Once inside.
Getting out.
Is difficult!
He had heard that it’s full of ruthless people inside.
However.
The developnt of things was a bit unexpected for him. Under questioning by soone nad Kawamoto Chōsei, he answered step-by-step, firmly denying guilt.
However.
Unlike the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt’s intimidation and threats, Kawamoto Chōsei, despite his icy tone, showed no intention of coercing him to confess.
In the end.
Even directly stated that there were many doubts regarding the evidence.
"..."
To say.
Being this honest, aren’t they afraid the conversation records would be known by superiors and lead to a scolding? He glanced at Kawamoto Chōsei’s subordinates, and the surveillance.
He could only sigh: Either foolish or backed by soone.
After finishing the talk.
Kawamoto Chōsei stood up.
"Mr. Ling Kun, we will continue to investigate your case. If you’re truly wronged, we’ll definitely clear your na." Then he exited nonchalantly.
"Thank you."
In the afternoon.
Ling Kun hadn’t even ward the cold seat.
"Mr. Ling Kun, we have thoroughly investigated your issues. It was all a setup. Change clothes; we’ll take you ho now."
Upon hearing this.
Ling Kun was stunned.
...
United States.
Tang Qing’s large manor.
Morning.
Waking up.
"What?"
"Released?"
Upon getting a joyful call from his wife, Ge Feng was dumbfounded and then beca happy, "That’s great, as long as it’s okay, but... what happened?"
Ge Feng asked.
Subsequently.
After listening to his wife’s explanation, Ge Feng could only gape. Initially thought transferring review authority to the departnt was akin to being arrested by the CIA in the United States.
If not dead, then at least peeled.
Unexpectedly.
He went.
And things took a sudden turn.
Entered that day.
Released that day.
Damn!
This probably set a record, right? When did Japan’s intelligence center get so efficient, fiercely mocking the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt.
Moreover.
The arrest was secretive, Ling Kun can continue to return and serve as the Deputy Governor of the Osaka Prefecture, only hoping his father-in-law doesn’t have any lasting psychological shadows.
...
In fact.
Ling Kun really didn’t have any shadows. He wasn’t tortured, and in many cases like this, once detained, it lasts as long as years.
A week.
A day trip in the Tokyo tropolitan Police Departnt.
Intelligence departnt.
The speed of entry and exit couldn’t really give Ling Kun any psychological shadow; he only felt things were so dramatic.
Thought it was a pill.
Unexpectedly.
It rapidly turned around.
And reinstated in his position, although the position was rather frustrating, the Deputy Governor of Osaka Prefecture; over so many years, the network he should have isn’t bad.
However.
When trouble ca.
There weren’t many who helped, even though the news was blocked, so with quite high status should have had channels to know... okay, can’t bla them.
Ordinary issues, helping is no harm.
Involving espionage, who dares touch it?
This ti.
Can only silently thank the section chief responsible for his case in the departnt, despite a cold deanor, handled things impartially without bias.
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