After Gray Hara's departure, Gregory motioned for Chiba to take off his clothes and expose his shoulders.

"Your wounds have been treated?" Looking at the bandage, Grigory asked. "Also, what shot was you?"

"It's been dealt with," Chiba replied. "It should have been a grain of steel grit from a shotgun that caused the wound."

"Steel grit?" Puzzled, Grigory untied the bandage, revealing the wound inside.

A moment later.

"Your wound has healed," Grigory tossed the bandage into the trash can on the side. "The steel grit is so small that it can't hit the sinus tract at all, and the chance of infection is very low. Go home and rest, come back to me if you really have suspected symptoms of infection. ”

At this moment, without any knocking, the office door was directly opened.

A man in a black suit walked in.

Both Gregory and Thousand Feathers looked at the man in amazement.

"Excuse me, is Dr. Grigory-Asker here?" The man looked at Gregory and said politely.

Such a polite tone made Qian Yu feel that the identity of the person who came was a little strange.

Of course, the strange protrusion in the left pocket of the man's suit is much stranger than that—judging by the shape of the bulge, it is either a neurotic who has taken a toy gun to scare people, or an armed member of some violent agency (whether official or not) has asked for it.

Gregory apparently saw it too.

"I'm not Gregory," Grigory said with no change in his face. "That slacker took a leave of absence and didn't come, but I'm a good friend of his, so I can give him a message."

The man was stunned slightly, then put his right hand into his left inner pocket.

Damn, this guy doesn't want to shoot here, does he? Chiba was about to take the umbrella out of the backpack behind her back, but found that she had just dropped the backpack on the sofa a few steps away in order to check the shoulder wound.

However, Qian Yu was too worried, because the man finally took out a photograph, and after looking at it, he turned the photo in Gregory's direction, speechless.

It was a high-definition bareheaded photo of Gregory.

"Now, can we talk? Mr. Gregory? ”

Thousand Feathers pursed her lips and looked at Gregory, whose lies had been exposed.

"Now that you've investigated me, you should know that I don't like to walk," Grigory gestured to the crutches lying above his desk. "Let's talk about it here."

"This little guy might need to get out for a while." The man glanced at Chiha—the look he had made Chiba a little hairy.

However, this should just be a routine precaution ... If you treat yourself as an enemy, I'm afraid your hairs will all stand on end...

"Tell me who you are first." Gregor said in English. "Don't worry, this kid is so small, he can't understand it."

Qian Yu immediately understood what Gregory meant, and pretended to be completely confused about Gregory's English.

"Well, as you wish, sir." The man sighed, took out another ID book, opened it, and showed it to Gregory.

"Oh... Gregory made a surprised expression. "Public security?"

Qian Yu's look of surprise was also overflowing, if he hadn't lowered his head in advance to prevent his expression from revealing flaws, he might have already revealed his stuff.

The public security police, this is not an ordinary police, but a police officer responsible for state-level security, intelligence and other cases, which is essentially equivalent to the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) in the United States, the Gestapo (state secret police) in Nazi Germany, and the special high school of the Japanese Empire before World War II (the direct reason for the creation of the public security police was to replace the special high school that was forced to be disbanded after World War II). Its main task is to deal with the criminal gangs concerned; Political activities of non-governmental organizations such as left-wing and left-wing parties (such as the Japanese Communist Party and Aum Shinrikyo), Chongryon (General Federation of Korean People in Japan), the workers' movement, and the anti-war movement.

What did the police ask Gregory to do?

"One of our agents was poisoned and had just been shipped back home," the man said. "We suspect that he was poisoned with great skill. We know that you are one of the best doctors in Japan today, so we hope you will come and help us. ”

"Who the hell sent you?" Grigory clearly had the same doubts as Thousand Feathers. "Don't talk to me about the public police, tell the truth."

"How do I need to prove that I'm a police officer?" The man smiled wryly. "If you don't even believe in documents, then what do you believe?"

"You can have your helicopter fly over and show me the special forces who can break through the window." Gregory opened the river.

"A word?" The man's expression was subtle.

"Okay." Gregor is good at taking a moment's time. "Prove it to me!"

The man in black calmly took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hirata, turn on your engine, our guests want your big dick to come and make a few noises. Also, let the silver guards abeige from the upper floors to the outside of Gregory's office as soon as possible. ”

After hanging up, the man smiled and looked out the window.

Gregory and Chiba also looked out the window.

The roar of helicopters has already sounded.

"Didn't you hear that?" The man in black raised his eyebrows and said to Gregory, who had a subtle expression. "Earlier, when our helicopter landed on the roof, it must have made a very loud propeller sound."

"Knock knock-" The sound of knocking on the window came from outside the window, and I saw another man in black holding a nylon rope and stepping on the edge of the window, greeting everyone.

“OMG。。。” Qian Yu blurted out.

"You said he didn't speak English?" The man glanced at Qian Yu and frowned.

"Do you know anything about the Soviet Union?" Gregory asked rhetorically.

"It's okay." The man replied.

"Do you know Russian?" Grigory asked again.

"No, it won't."

"Excuse me, what does 'Bolshevik' mean?" Grigory asked again.

"Majority." The man continued. (Bolsvik means majority in Russian, and correspondingly, Menshevik means minority in Russian.) ）

"That's right," said Gregory, applauding. "Do you know Russian?"

"Okay... The man shrugged. "So, since I have fulfilled all your requests, do you believe that I am a public security policeman?"

"If I continue to believe it, you are fully capable of kidnapping me." Grigory picked up his crutches and stood up. "Let's go, but I might be slower to go upstairs, I'm disabled after all."

"But there's nothing wrong with you walking... The man glanced at Gregory, who was walking towards the door, and said strangely.

"Whoever knocks Vicodin can walk like this—" Grigory opened the door and looked at the man. "Aren't you leaving?"

“。。。” After watching Gregory and the two men in black leave, Qian Yu glanced at the gap between his thighs.

Just now, Gregory quietly threw his phone into his leg.

"What is this going to do?" Thousand Feathers raised an eyebrow.