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Upon seeing herself on camera, Shirakawa Natsu immediately hugged Yuzuriha Yu beside her and rolled under the table next to her.

The bald man pointed his pistol at the direction the man was rolling, took aim twice, seemed to hesitate, but ultimately did not fire and simply left with the pistol.

The scene was chaotic, and no one paid any attention to him. He just swaggered away.

After watching the surveillance footage, Shirakawa Natsu's brows furrowed deeply.

"Did you notice?" Hojo Maki crossed her arms and leaned against the monitor: "Today you brushed shoulders with death."

"He was using a tactical version of the USP pistol. This gun was originally designed and manufactured to give SWAT teams or special forces an absolute advantage in close combat, such as urban street fighting or indoor combat."

That's why it has the effect of a headshot.

“I don’t know him.” Shirakawa Natsu shook his head, his heart pounding.

It is clear that after killing Tokuda Yanai, the gunman intended to shoot him, but ultimately did not.

From the moment the gunman opened fire to his calm departure, his professionalism was evident throughout.

There's only one possibility for why he didn't fire: the pistol was too powerful, and he was afraid of hurting Yuzuriha Yu.

He originally thought he was saving Yuzuriha Yu, but he didn't expect to be saving himself.

At that moment, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

“We will continue to investigate the gunman’s identity,” said Hojo Maki. “However, it will be difficult to get any results. He doesn’t look like a person from the East. He is most likely an illegal immigrant.”

Shirakawa Natsu bit his finger; at this moment, he truly felt the danger.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Hojo Maki remained silent for a while before saying, "I can arrange for you to go abroad and come back after everything is over."

“No.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head: “I can’t run away. Besides, I’ve already touched the truth, but there are still some things I don’t understand.”

He's involved in far too many things now; he can't just leave safely by saying he wants to escape.

And even if he runs away, what will happen to his friends?

He had also promised the lecherous fox that he would use his help to settle the matter.

“If I’m not mistaken, Tokuda Yanai is the agent.” Shirakawa Natsu’s mind raced.

He needed to find clues: "Such an important matter would certainly be handled personally."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed Aunt Mafei's hand and shouted, "Quick! Investigate where he went yesterday. He's dead now, so it's perfectly reasonable for you to use the police force to investigate his whereabouts."

Aunt Ma was taken aback, but quickly realized: "You mean, the gunmen who attacked us yesterday were sent by him? Why?"

"Don't worry about why, hurry up. If I'm not mistaken, after he dies, the injured will most likely be moved." Shirakawa Natsumi hurriedly said, "This is the best opportunity."

Aunt Ma Fei, however, did not get agitated. She simply shook her head and said, "We are already investigating the deceased's movements. Some police officers have already conducted a preliminary investigation. Last night, he went in and out of the homes of three councilors. We police can't do anything about those guys."

“It’s alright.” Shirakawa Natsu narrowed her eyes. “Give me his whereabouts from yesterday. Quickly, I’ll take care of it.”

Aunt Mafei hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll send it to your phone."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and started typing rapidly on the computer.

Shirakawa Natsu noticed that Aunt Maki's serious expression was very similar to Inagawa Hanahi's when she had a stern face.

It's clear that Inagawa Hanahi inherited her looks, while Hojo Kanna inherited her figure.

Thinking of Inagawa Kahi, he immediately thought of Yamagata Ken and asked, "Aunt Maki, do you know Yamagata Ken?"

Hojo Maki's typing suddenly slowed down: "Why do you ask?"

“I have a collaboration with Inagawa Hanahi; she wants to deal with Yamagata Ken.” Shirakawa Natsu didn’t hide anything.

If I could get help from Hojo Maki, everything would be much easier.

After a long silence, Hojo Maki slowly spoke: "Yamagata Ken was involved in smuggling illegal drugs. My husband died at his hands while trying to save a fellow missionmate. I had no choice but to put the person who fired the shot in jail."

"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsumi remained silent for a long while before saying, "I will help you get revenge."

Hojo Maki didn't say anything and continued typing on the keyboard.

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange; the two of them should have had a falling out.

When did the atmosphere become more harmonious as people got to know each other?

Chapter 222 is too painful.

Hojo Maki's fingers tapped rapidly on her notebook, her expression serious; she always wore that same stern face.

Shirakawa Natsu secretly withdrew her gaze. Aunt Maki had been frowning slightly the whole time she was in bed that day.

She didn't seem to notice anything unusual about the atmosphere.

The monitoring room fell silent, save for the sound of her typing on the keyboard.

A few minutes later, Shirakawa Natsu's phone emitted a "ding-dong" message notification sound.

"The information has been sent to your phone. There are three locations in total." Hojo Maki closed her notebook. "We police will conduct searches in other places under the guise of searching for clues. These three places are estates of politicians and corporations, so it will be difficult for our people to get in."

“Okay, I’ll figure this out. We need to be quick.” After saying that, Shirakawa Natsu took out a small listening device from her pocket and placed it in Hojo Maki’s hand: “I suspect someone might harm Key. Help me hide this listening device under his bed.”

It wasn't that he had any foresight; for key witnesses like these, if the other side dared to use grenades, relying on the police for protection would most likely be suicide.

After he finished speaking, he paid attention to Aunt Mafei's expression, feeling uneasy. Having a professional policeman help him install a bugging device felt like a strange feeling of luring a naive young girl to watch an action movie. He thought of the words he would use to persuade Aunt Mafei.

“Okay.” Hojo Maki reached out and took the bugging device, examining it skillfully. Judging from the way she held it, she must have handled it quite often.

After taking it, she noticed Shirakawa Natsu's dazed expression and frowned: "Is there anything else?"

"It's nothing." Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand, her adherence to procedural justice like that of a thirty-year-old married woman.

"They'll act quickly; they'll definitely move the gunman. We have to act before they do it. That's the only clue we have to break the deadlock."

"Be careful." Aunt Mafei picked up her notebook without looking up.

"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, her expression strange. She actually cared about her.

How did this atmosphere of mutual care between friends come about? When did the two of them become so close?

While he was still in a daze, Hojo Maki left his side.

Shirakawa Natsu shook his head as he watched her graceful figure disappear into the distance, putting those thoughts behind him. Compared to considering his aunt's feelings, every minute and every second was of utmost importance to him right now.

With Hojo Maki's endorsement, he was not questioned when he left the hotel.

He walked to a secluded corner by the roadside, looked around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, took out his phone and dialed Yamagishi Hika's number.

After two beeps, the call was connected.

"Sister Yamagishi, I have an important lead to report to you in person." Shirakawa Natsu hurriedly spoke, his heart pounding. Even though they had met several times, talking to this ruthless woman still made him nervous.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone: "Come to the Yamagishi family villa."

Hikaru Yamagishi gave him the address.

After writing it down, Shirakawa Natsu carefully hung up the phone and hailed a taxi on the street.

The villa of Hikasa Yamagishi is located in the suburbs and is more like a private estate. It covers a huge area but the decoration is very low-key.

The taxi was pulled out of the car by a middle-aged man in a security guard uniform, who was quite far away.

After carefully verifying Shirakawa Natsu's identity, they drove him to the villa.

Shirakawa Natsu looked around and found it more spacious than he had imagined, seeing several shooting ranges along the way.

Some gang members were also training under the supervision of instructors.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at it briefly before looking away to avoid arousing suspicion.

These people can no longer be considered gang members; judging from their demeanor and training formation, they are clearly an army.

At this moment, he truly understood the power of the Yamagishi family. No wonder yakuza bosses like Ken Yamagata and Hanako Inagawa were willing to sit at the table and reason with each other.

Shirakawa Natsu was led into an ordinary three-story building.

After gesturing for him to go inside, the middle-aged man left on his own.

Shirakawa Natsu carefully pushed open the door. There was no luxurious decoration, only a spacious hall with a rectangular desk in the middle.

He was still a bit of a coward; the man in front of him was the type who would pull out a gun and kill someone at the slightest provocation.

Hikaru Yamagishi was sitting at the table, head down, looking at the documents in her hands. After he came in, she put down the documents and said, "I told you you're one of my people. Speak your mind."

Her tone was indifferent, still cold, but compared to the sharp killing intent she had when they first met, it was much less dangerous.

“Today, Yuzuriha asked me to go with her to meet a business partner.” Shirakawa Natsumi said, while watching her expression. “We were attacked. This is a picture of the gunman.”

After he finished speaking, he took out a prepared photo from his pocket and placed it in front of Yamagishi Hika.

Yamagishi Hika glanced at him and shook her head: "The assassin is not one of my people."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Shirakawa Natsumi: "I told you you're mine, and I'll find out who this is."

"Thank you." Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He did have suspicions about Yamagishi Hika and came here with the intention of testing her.

But now I suddenly have a strange feeling of being enveloped.

Suppressing her strange feeling, she asked in a deep voice, "Sister Yamagishi, do you have any leads on the gunman who assassinated Key?"

“No.” Yamagishi Hika frowned. “My men searched every illegal clinic that could treat gunshot wounds, but found no clues. The grenade used also showed no signs of being traded on the black market.”

Shirakawa Natsu nodded. After spending time with her several times, he realized that Yamagishi Hika wasn't as arrogant as he had initially thought. He explained, "The Yamajima family controls the military equipment and weapons of the Eastern Kingdom. There's no reason why these military grenades would be completely undetected, unless they weren't smuggled."

As he spoke, he opened his phone and handed the marked map to Yamagishi Hika: "I investigated the deceased's movements over the past few days. He was mostly a politician and a tycoon. He was acting as an agent."

Hikaru Yamagishi stared at the map on her phone, remaining silent.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Shirakawa Natsu didn't dare to say anything either, as this matter involved too many things.

If everything is as he guessed, then the person who killed Yuzuriha Yu's husband was a government official.

The Eastern Kingdom's government is composed of political families, with intricate and complex relationships between powerful clans.

"The conclusion I've drawn." Yamagishi Hika closed her eyes.

Shirakawa Natsu hesitated for a moment before telling the truth: "Yuzuriha-san's husband was running for parliament before he was murdered."

“Those powerful families did not want a behemoth like the Yamagishi family to enter politics, so they hired a gunman to shoot and kill him while he was giving a speech on the street.”

"Reason?" Hikaru Yamagishi continued to ask.

“Because Ken won 40 million yen in horse racing a month ago,” Shirakawa Natsu explained. “Manipulating the outcome of horse racing is not something that ordinary forces can do, and this is obviously a more reasonable way to collect money. Now that things have succeeded, the gunman wants to kill Ken to silence him.”

He paused after speaking, "Of course, there are also some illogical aspects to this reasoning. Although winning money in horse racing is discreet, such a sudden sum of money is still very easy to arouse suspicion and seems too... crude."

"And who was the gunman who killed Tokuda Yanai, and why was he shot? But there are too few clues right now."

“You did a good job.” Yamagishi Hika remained noncommittal, rising from her chair: “Now go find the gunman who attacked Key.”

Shirakawa Natsu followed closely behind.

Yamagishi Hika stepped out of the villa and gathered her men; dozens of well-trained soldiers assembled before her.

The middle-aged man, who looked like an officer, held up a map marked with Higanbana Yamagishi and said with wrinkles, "These are the homes of politicians. We have no reason to barge in and cause unnecessary conflict."

Hikaru Yamagishi frowned and said, "Pretend to be a kidnapper."

"..." Shirakawa Natsu stood behind her with her mouth agape. Good heavens, Yamagishi Hika is really too wild.

Without a doubt, her method was the most efficient, and it also served as a warning to others.

Kidnapping and such are just a cover-up; these kinds of things can't be hidden forever.

He quickly said, "Sister Yamagishi, I'm not sure which store the gunman is at. We can send someone to monitor it first, at least to narrow down the target area. Once we find the exact target, it won't be too late to use swift and decisive measures."

He could no longer remain a bystander; to truly resolve this matter, he had to become deeply involved.

“Okay.” Yamagishi Hika was surprisingly easy to talk to. She nodded and said to the middle-aged man, “Send someone to keep a close watch 24 hours a day. If there are any clues, notify me immediately.”

The middle-aged man was taken aback, glanced at Shirakawa Natsu with a complicated expression, then nodded and ordered his men to begin the operation.

Shirakawa Natsuya was equally stunned; he hadn't expected Yamagishi Hika to be so easy to talk to.

He glanced at Yamagishi Hika out of the corner of his eye—powerful, ruthless, and dangerous.

The only thing that doesn't seem to be their ability to listen to advice is that they don't listen to people's advice.

“You did a good job.” Yamagishi Hika turned to Shirakawa Natsu: “What do you want?”

Shirakawa Natsumi shook her head: "I just want to find the murderer."

Yamagishi Hika frowned slightly and met his gaze.