I teach kendo in Tokyo

Next, Hema accompanied the reporter around the entire mobile team base.

When he returned to the office, everyone stopped working and looked at him with a smile.

Kazuma: "What's wrong?"

"I thought you would just leave early to have dinner with this journalist lady." Hashimoto Police Department said.

Kazuma glanced at the watch on the wall - he was still not used to his own watch, and always looked for nearby watches to check the time, such as a wall clock or a girl's watch.

"It's only four o'clock. It's too early to leave early. The old man will miss you."

Kazuma already called Seitaro an old man like everyone else.

"If you are dealing with reporters, he should be happy to make an exception for you." Hashimoto Police Department said with a smile.

At this time, Asano came in with tea and frowned when he saw Hashimoto Police Department sitting on the sofa: "Police Department, the accounting department's office is not here, you are here to rub against our sofa again."

"I just want to communicate with the heroes of Mobile Team——Tokyo."

"You're not going to the battlefield, so what's the use of communicating!"

"It's impossible to tell. In some cases, I will have to go to the battlefield." Hashimoto Police Department said seriously.

"If you want to go to the battlefield, it should be when the Soviet Union lands in Tokyo, right?" Hema complained unexpectedly.

"No, if the Soviet Union has parachuted into Tokyo, my choice is to surrender directly." Hashimoto Police Department spread out his hands, "The Soviet airborne troops have landed directly, which means that the Air Self-Defense Force and the US Air Force are finished. What is the point of resistance?

Kazuma remembers very clearly that at that time, a group of comic fans were looking forward to the Japan Anime Song Contest in Shanghai - this is Japan's annual animation song event, and Shanghai was chosen for the first time it was held overseas.

Kazuma vaguely felt that something was not right, so he switched to Mandarin. It turned out that many people couldn't understand it at all.

Kazuma shook off the memories that flooded his mind.

After all, that was twenty-five years later.

In addition, I am still so famous in the entertainment industry, so I can stop that guy from coming up with something like "I Will Die for You".

Hashimoto Police Department: "I noticed that Kiryu Police Department is often lost in thought."

Asano nodded: "Yes, often. Suddenly he falls into deep thought for no reason."

"Most smart people have this problem." Police Kishimoto, who was sitting behind his desk, said in a very understanding tone, "Especially the smart people who can get into Tokyo University."

Kazuma: "It's my bad habit to like divergent thinking."

In fact, Kazuma also had an idea. He would suddenly fall into deep thought, usually when he thought about things in his previous life. Maybe there was some deep mechanism behind it. After all, his soul came to this world through time and space.

"Look, it's here again." Asano said.

Opening up the topic with Ma Cha: "Are you making tea specifically for me?"

"Yes. I saw the female reporter leaving from the window. I thought you must be thirsty, so I made you tea."

Kazuma directly picked up the teacup.

"Be careful because it's hot." Asano said.

As a result, he spoke too late, and Kazuma's tongue was already burned.

While Kazuma was baring his teeth, Yuji Tsuneno entered the office.

"Why is Hashimoto from the accounting department always in this office? This is the room where people who conduct daily training and command stay."

Hashimoto Police Department: "I am from the Kiryu faction. I am very reasonable here."

Chang Ye frowned: "This is the mobile team's office, not your faction's gathering place on the hilltop. If you want to have a party, go to the restaurant!"

Ryotei is where gatherings on hillsides in Japan go. Ryotei can decide a lot of big things.

Kazuma: "I'm poor and have no money. I can't afford to go to the restaurant."

"Isn't that Hashimoto who has the Accounting Department? Let him ask for funds! There should be a lot of office expenses for this month, right?" Yuji Tsuneno said angrily.

When Kazuma heard this, he remembered the cross talk "Qiao Li Ming Mu" that he liked very much in his previous life, which was the cross talk about "Leader and Colon", and he actually laughed.

His smile made Yuji Tsuneno full of anger. He thought Kazuma was mocking him, so he slapped the table and stood up angrily and left.

Kazuma quickly stopped smiling and looked at Hashimoto: "Can... apply for office funds to have a meal?"

"Wait until next month. This month's office funds have almost been exhausted. We can't catch all the money, we must pay attention to a sustainable harvest."

The Hashimoto Police Department is indeed an old oil man and a corrupt official.

Kazuma has no psychological burden on poaching the corners of capitalism. And he also found a reason for himself: Look, Director Guo, who was lurking in the Fruit Party back then, was suspected of being an underground party because he was too honest, so he had to join in the slander as soon as possible in order to better lurk for the motherland.

It's a pity that I am latent and am not online, and I don't know who to report to.

I don’t know if our country has an espionage network in Japan. It would be great if we could connect with it.

Kazuma: "Okay, let's not go to Ryotei today and continue eating fried rice at Beihai Pavilion."

Although Tianjin rice among Japanese Chinese cuisine cannot be considered Chinese cuisine, Kazuma has to admit that it is the fried rice that tastes closest to Chinese fried rice.

The Japanese don't have the cooking technique of fried rice. They either eat plain rice or make rice balls.

Hashimoto: "Okay! Oh, by the way, Sakurada Gate sent your BP machine over. I put it in the communication room. You can pick it up by the way."

Kazuma: "I told you earlier."

He rushed out the door.

**

After arriving at the communication room and receiving the BP machine, Kazuma glanced at the sticker on the BP machine, confirmed the paging number written on it, and then called home directly from the communication room phone.

Chiyoko answered the phone: "Moses Moses? Kiryu Dojo."

Kazuma: "It's me."

"Ah, is this the 'it's me, I'm the fraud' thing? I'm sorry, all our relatives are dead. It's a pity." Chiyoko said with a smile.

She definitely recognized it as Kazuma.

Kazuma: "I'm your brother!"

"I'm sorry, my brother is a policeman. He has been on TV every day recently. Be careful, the police will come to our house if you lie to our family."

Chiyoko was obviously in high spirits. Kazuma knew that there was a simple and direct way to stop Chiyoko from joking at this time. He said: "The hall sent me a BP machine. Please note the number."

"Really?" Chiyoko was immediately overjoyed, "Is it for free?"

"Nonsense. From today on, I am also a detective who can carry a BP machine."

"Great! Then when will the Metropolitan Police Department provide you with a car? The Police Director's car should belong to the Metropolitan Police Department, right? It's 15 million! It's equivalent to a fraction of the price of our home back then. !”

"I haven't said anything about that yet. I'm just a police officer. There is no reason for the Metropolitan Police Department to equip me with a car. I should be able to do so when I become a police officer."

"Then when will you be promoted to police officer?"

"If you want, I can try to upgrade you to two levels in a row."

"Don't make such a joke!" Chiyoko suddenly became angry, "Don't make such a joke!"

"Don't worry," Kazuma could only comfort his sister, "If I'm unlucky and end up in the underworld, I'll just have to fight my way out. I can also doodle in the book of life and death."

"You are not Sun Wukong. Do you know how to use Turtle Style Qigong?" Chiyoko laughed again after saying this.

Her response combines the two themes of Journey to the West and Dragon Ball. It seems that the Lao Tong family all have a talent for cross talk.

At this time, the man in the reception room coughed. He Ma realized that he had been chatting for too long, so he quickly got down to business: "Write down the paging number of my BP machine, 114514."

"Yes, remember it." Chiyoko responded.

Kazuma: "Then I'll die."

"Come back for dinner tonight?"

"You shouldn't go back."

"Social entertainment?"

"No, it's just that I'm too far away from home. I'll be starving after eating when I get home. I'll eat less. You can have supper with me tonight."

"Okay!" Chiyoko replied happily.

After He Ma hung up the phone, the man in the reception room asked: "Police Department Assistant, is this your wife?"

"No, sister." Kazuma replied, "Sister."

"The police officer said that you are not married yet?" the uncle asked in surprise.

"No." He Ma didn't want to talk about this, so he said goodbye to the old man.

He turned around and saw Seitaro getting out of the car in the direction of the parking lot wearing a suit and leather shoes.

This was Kazuma's first time seeing the old man in formal clothes.

He waited for the old man to come over, and his first sentence was: "The sun is coming out from the west today, and you are actually wearing formal clothes."

"This is armor." The old man said, "When I put on this, I will go to the battlefield."

Kazuma: "Um...this..."

"The Rangers' plan has been finalized."

Kazuma frowned: "So fast?"

"The government wants to take a proactive stance. After all, there are people in Congress and the Metropolitan Assembly making trouble about this matter." The old man looked at Kazuma, "I won you the right to choose your own people."

Kazuma: "Then I want to pick a classmate named Ma Kenichi."

"Asshole, why did you pick a school student? Besides, he is the son of the boss of the Osaka Prefectural Police. There is no way he could come to our side."

Kazuma scratched his head: "I don't know if there are any swordsmen in the police."

"How about going to this year's player rights conference?" Seitaro suggested. "Maybe we can meet some good people from the prefectural police and get them through Chief Cabinet Secretary Onoda."

"There's still some time left for the Players Rights Conference. Isn't it urgent to organize this?"

"Of course, we need to put up a sign first to let reporters know that such a unit exists. You don't have to worry about this, the big shots will arrange it."

"Big shot." Kazuma looked at the BP machine in his hand. He was still a little person who would be happy for a long time even if he got a BP machine.

One day, I hope I can become a powerful figure.

Seitaro glanced at the BP machine in Kazuma's hand: "It's been approved for you. It's very efficient. Tell me the paging number."

Kazuma reported the number, and Seitaro took out the police notebook from his pocket and wrote it down.

"I really hope that a portable machine can be invented in the future to free us from the need to remember phones." Seitaro said.

Kazuma: "It's coming soon. There should be a prototype in a few years."

"I'm afraid the prototype will be as big as a watermelon, right?" Seitaro joked, "These mechanical things are never as easy to use as the simplest things. Look at the typewriter, it's not as easy to use as a pencil."

Kazuma mentally complained that Captain Tom Hanks would probably agree with you.

Speaking of which, Saving Private Ryan will be released in more than ten years.

I wonder if I can first use the shooting technique that shows the battlefield in Saving Private Ryan, maybe it will be a blockbuster.

It's a pity that I decided to take the police route instead of the Tokyo Buncha Expressway route.

I wonder if a guy named Qianyuan will do something like this in a few years.

Seitaro put away his notebook and asked Kazuma: "Are you ready to get off work?"

"Absolutely." Kazuma glanced at the sun outside and changed his words, "Well, no, I have no plans to leave early. I mean, I will go back and continue drinking tea until five o'clock, and then get off work."

"It's okay, you can leave if you want. Remember to consider the candidates for the mobile team." Seitaro sighed, "I hope that during the time when the mobile team is formed, the monsters in Tokyo will be in peace, but we just announced the establishment of the mobile team and haven't recruited yet. People, something happened again.”

Kazuma: "If this kind of thing happens continuously this time, then we have to suspect that there is someone behind it."

He stared directly at Seitaro.

The old man also looked at him: "I know who you are talking about. That gentleman is now in a high position of power, and it will not be easy to bring him down. I suggest you stay put until you are not sure."

Kazuma: "Do you really know who I'm talking about?"

"Don't say it out loud, just treat it as if we have reached a consensus." Seitaro waved his hand, "No matter what, the opportunity for you to establish the Kiryu Faction has come. It is right to work hard to manage your own power first."

Kazuma nodded: "Yes, that's definitely true."

"Then, I'll go first." Seitaro waved his hand, walked past Kazuma and walked inside.

Kazuma turned to look at the sun outside and clenched his fists.

Just wait, Horon Aikawa, one day I will pull you out and beat you up.