Bite the bullet and jumped out of the guard booth. The immigration guard almost peed his pants in fright. Is this where half of Japan's underworld has gathered? ! But despite so many people, everyone walked straight to the immigration bureau in an orderly and tacit manner without making any noise.
"I... I'm talking to you, so the guard's voice is not confident, but also trembling, and it is especially clear in front of so many black suits...
"Executing official business (day)"
A man who suddenly walked out of the orderly crowd almost frightened the guards. Fortunately, he said something, otherwise, peeing his pants would be a trivial matter.
"Go back to your post and nothing will happen (day)"
After throwing a cold explanation again, the black suit immediately jumped over the railing and walked into the depths of the Tokyo Immigration Bureau, leaving the dumbfounded guards in place.
"This is...is this a coup d'état..."
Behind him is the Tokyo Immigration Bureau. . . Over the years, I have never heard of anyone who dared to come here to make trouble. . . Besides, if it doesn't come, it won't come, as soon as it comes, it will come. . . He even let himself run into each other, and walked in so blatantly from before his own eyes. . . The guard's cold sweat ran down the back of his head and against his back, and he couldn't stop it.
But then I thought about it again, didn't the other party also come to tell me, it's okay. . . Maybe this is just some arrangement above
Sometimes people's self-comfort can really play an infinite role. The guard at the Immigration Bureau just had this "best" possibility in his mind, and then he walked down this line of thought instantly with peace of mind.
"That's right, if something really happened, how could I not hear any rumors? Japan is the most legal society in the world, and we are also the people with the most human rights in the world... It's okay, it's okay... .”
With this in mind, the guard at the Immigration Bureau really walked back to the guard booth, picked up the comic book that had just dropped on the floor, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he read it again with peace of mind.
For the Tokyo Immigration Bureau, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, because just now, a person who was escorted directly blew up the deserted immigration bureau in the middle of the night.
"Sir, I am Matsushita Heiji (day)"
The entrance building was brightly lit, and when the group of black suits came in, the atmosphere was instantly oppressive and breathless.
"Please...what can you do...what can you do (Japanese)"
The shadow of a famous tree, Matsushita Heiji, who is well-known in Japanese politics, who doesn't know that when this high-pressure identity is placed on the duty personnel at the front desk of the Immigration Bureau building, that kind of pressure is almost overwhelming.
"A person was escorted here just now (day)"
Although Matsushita Heiji also thinks that he is still slightly inferior to ordinary people in Kidera, but this does not mean that
Seeing the loss of one's own prestige in front of other people.
"Sorry... sorry sir, I don't know (day)"
For the person on duty at the front desk of the Immigration Bureau, it is obvious that the situation of the Immigration Bureau is abnormal tonight, but for me, I really don't know what happened.
Matsushita Heiji did not answer, but rested his hands on the countertop at the front desk, tilted his head slightly and looked straight at the person opposite.
Not to mention holding on for a few seconds, the coercion from the long-term superior is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Within two seconds, the officer on duty standing opposite Matsushita Heiji was in chaos again.
"Mr. Matsushita...I really don't know...(day)"
"Then go and find me someone who is clear and able to talk to me (day)"
day)"
Fleeing as if he had been granted an amnesty, the officer on duty rushed away without wanting to stay for a second.
"Take over here, especially the detention center, find people first (day)"
"Yes (day)"
One person beside Matsushita Heiji quickly issued an order to the black suit behind him after receiving the order. Without any permission, the people brought by Matsushita Heiji directly took over the entire Tokyo Immigration Bureau.
"Matsushita... Mr. Matsushita! (Japanese)"
Just as the black crowd dispersed, a middle-aged man with a bald head and sweating profusely ran from a distance from the immigration hall, and his voice became more and more severe as he ran.
"Mr. Matsushita, who is this? (Japanese)"
"Tonight, the Immigration Bureau should have admitted a person who was escorted here (Japanese)"
"Yes, just now (day)"
The bald man who ran over was the Director of the Immigration Bureau's Detention Division. Strictly speaking, he was one of Kidera's confidantes, and he was a serious faction against Matsushita Heiji.
"I'll take over here first, and I'll take people away too (Japan)"
Matsushita Heiji's words revealed that there was no room for rejection, which really made the Xie Dingnan opposite him look stunned, how could a person who had been at the upper hand in political battles for a long time bear this kind of anonymity. Although Xie Dingnan's position is quite a bit lower than Matsushita Heiji's, but for a long time the political party has given him a strong back, coupled with the style of the leader of the political party, Xie Dingnan really didn't take Matsushita Heiji seriously.
"Impossible Mr. Matsushita, if you want to take the detainee away from me, you need at least the approval of the Ministry of Justice (Japanese)"
"What did you say? (day)"
Matsushita Heiji didn't pay attention to Xie Dingnan's face, and didn't even look at him directly, but still asked in a low voice to himself.
"You need to hold the approval document from the Ministry of Justice... (day)"
"Snapped!!!"
Feeling that the other party was deflated, Xie Dingnan suddenly felt a burning pain on his face before he could feel complacent, and swallowed back the second half of the sentence in his throat.
"You think I'm asking for your permission? (Japanese)"
Only then did Matsushita Heiji turn around, staring coldly at Xie Dingnan's eyes, the bloody and gloomy eyes were enough to swallow a man alive.
"Matsushita Heiji! Where do you think this is? What do you think you are doing?! (Japanese)"
Good words are hard to persuade the damn ghost, but Xie Dingnan didn't realize the meaning in Matsushita's eyes at all.