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Then, Otoi got out of the car and pulled him off and pressed him against the railing next to him.

"What are you doing!" The prisoner watched as Otoi Hiroshi unfastened his belt.

His eyes were full of panic, thinking that he had encountered a pervert.

Otoi Hiroshi slapped him on the head and said, "Your inner drama is too much." After

that, he used a belt to bind him to the railing, in an extremely awkward way, so that it was absolutely impossible for him to break free of the restraints alone.

Just after doing all this, a police motorcycle flashing red flew down the side road and slammed into the hood of the target vehicle.

The prisoner shook violently, and then instantly collapsed.

A stream of hot yellow liquid slowly oozed from under his crotch.

Amuro took off his helmet, shook his hair handsomely, and then looked at the two people over there.

"Boss!" He exclaimed after seeing the man's face.

"Coincidentally, it's Mr. Amuro." Hiroshi Otoi greeted with a smile.

"So that red Ferrari is yours?" Amuro helped the motorcycle down.

"Well... Seeing the police motorcycle chasing the prisoner, I thought about helping. Otoi said modestly.

"But... You know if you're speeding? Amuro said holding his forehead.

Otoi Hiroshi wordlessly lit a cigarette and retorted: "I also saw someone drifting in place while driving at high speed on the highway, not grabbing the handle and wearing a helmet with both hands..."

It was an accident..." Amuro was a little embarrassed.

Noticing that the prisoner was frightened and fainted, Amuro put the car up and said squarely, "What the hell are you?"

"Didn't you say that in the afternoon, my name is Hiroshi Otoi." He spread his hands.

"There should be no shortage of people in the Otoi family for a small café, right?" Amuro asked.

"To add, I am the sole heir of the Otoi Foundation."

"Still don't understand? Bourbon. Otoi let out a breath of smoke.

Amuro's pupils contracted violently, thinking of what Belmod had said earlier.

"You're the new cadre of the organization, Lark!"

"Hey, why this expression, I have a pretty good relationship with Belmode, we should be on one side." Otoi Hiroshi laughed.

"However, I know more about you, the code name of the organization is Bourbon, Toru Amuro of Poirot Cafe, and..." Hiroshi Otoi walked up to Amuro Toru and whispered in his ear.

"Japanese public security - valley zero."

Amuro Toru jerked to the side, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and sneered: "What are you talking nonsense?

"Believe it or not, I only have one condition, let me join the police." Otoi Hiroshi slammed the cigarette butt out and stared at him seriously.

"Give me a reason." Amuro acquiesced to his statement.

After all, being able to shout the name Valley Zero already shows that he knows everything about himself.

"To destroy the organization, I need your strength." Otoi then lit another cigarette.

"I have a feud with the organization, a hatred that cannot be resolved."

Although it was just a casual reason, but I don't know why, this sentence came out of his mouth naturally.

As if it were true, after saying it, Hiroshi Otoi himself was a little puzzled.

"How can an unidentified person like you join the public security system?" Amuro snorted coldly.

"Hey, isn't the identity of the sole heir of the Otoi Foundation enough? Although I can join through family connections, what I really need is you. Otoi looked at him seriously.

He is indeed right, and the influence of the Yioi Foundation in political circles is indeed very simple.

"I know, I'll contact you when I get back and prepare the relevant documents." Amuro thought about it and said.

"However, if I feel that you have a little other thoughts, I will get rid of you even if I chase you to the ends of the earth." Amuro added.

Otoi Hiroshi shook his head: "No, the two of us still have some relationship, let's talk to you slowly about this later."

"For now, you better deal with what is in front of you first." Otoi Hiroshi pointed to the fainting prisoner.

"Well..." Amuro grabbed a handful of hair inexplicably.

"Hey, is it the police? There is a suspicious vehicle and an abandoned white police motorcycle on the pier in Dongduwan, yes, the trouble comes quickly. He still honestly found his mobile phone from the prisoner and called the police.

When the police arrived at the scene, Amuro had already left in Hiroshi Otoi's Ferrari.

Otoi Hiroshi thought for a moment and asked, "How much do you know about Belmode?" Organizational.

He wanted to ask Belmode's true identity, because the original plot only said that Belmod had a close relationship with the winery boss, but did not explain what it was, which still made him more curious.

"Didn't you just say that you knew that person very well... I don't know. Amuro glanced at him coldly.

Otoi Hiroshi scratched his temples in embarrassment.

It is indeed ripe, but only physically ripe....

But as far as he understood, Amuro should have known, but since he didn't mean to say it, he simply stopped asking.

Downstairs in Amuro's rented apartment

, "Thank you for sending me back, boss." Amuro said as he opened the car door.

"Is that all?" Hiroshi Otoi asked.

Amuro scratched his head in embarrassment and asked, "What else do you want to do?"

"Hmph..." Otoi smiled mysteriously.

Amuro opened the door and turned on the lights in the room, looked at Otoi Hiroshi and sighed, "Why do I have to cook for you?"

"Have you eaten?" Hiroshi Otoi asked rhetorically.

"Not really."

"That's not it, anyway, I have to do it alone, it's not worse than my mouth." Otoi Hiroshi unceremoniously changed into his shoes and walked in.

The living room was clean, the pillows on the sofa were neatly arranged, and even the floor could not see a little dust.

It's almost a special effect of "Bo Ling Bo Zero" to the living room.

It's just that the furnishings are too simple, which makes him feel a little cold.

"Ah, but you are really capable, living alone and cleaning up the house so clean." Otoi Hiroshi couldn't stop praised.

"It's just that I clean up and live comfortably." Amuro shrugged.

After receiving a glass of water for Otoihiro, he tied his cooking apron and asked, "What do you want to eat?" You can order it as you like.

"Well... How about omelet rice? Some are hungry and want to eat something real. Otoi proposed with a raised index finger.

"Yes, but aren't you afraid that I will poison my meal?" Amuro joked.

Otoi Hiroshi leaned on the sofa with his legs on Erlang and said indifferently: "Cut, when I die, no one will pay you."

"Haha, that's a good reason."

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