Jiang Xia glanced at the row of people curled up in the corner. "No one should be coming after President Ishimoto anymore. I waited another three or four hours, but no one else came."
Inspector Megure did not understand. "What do you mean, three or four hours?"
Jiang Xia paused the call and sent him a video, showing off the results of last night's work:
"I almost forgot to tell you—these are all people who came to assassinate President Ishimoto last night. Remember to send someone to take them into custody. When I caught the last one, there were still three or four hours before dawn. Nobody came during that most convenient window for making a move, so nobody should come after that either."
Inspector Megure stared at the row of people in the video and went blank for a moment.
President Ishimoto had said he had not offended many people... He hadn't offended many people?!
Realizing this, Megure immediately grew vigilant. "You don't need to come to the scene. Keep protecting President Ishimoto. No matter what news comes from the scene, I'll tell you right away."
—A councilman had died last night, and a suspect had died this morning. If another president died today, then regardless of whether his death was connected to the councilman, the police would lose all face.
So President Ishimoto had to stay alive!... They could leave this to reliable Brother Jiang Xia. That whole string of unlucky assassins in the video had already proven his ability.
While Inspector Megure busily arranged for people to collect Jiang Xia's third-rate assassin army,
the Abandoned Building where they were located had already been sealed off by the police.
Normally, the police might not have had enough police force to do more than block the exit. But