At this very moment, in Tokyo, Japan,


    Forty-eight-year-old Suzuki Tomohisa stood before the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows of his newly appointed office, feeling utterly paralyzed.


    He had just assumed the role of the director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.<fn6b0b> Checktest chapters at f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn6b0b>


    Previously, he held a senior position in the Homnd Security Department, where he garnered a reputation for his exceptional investigative skills and firm approach.


    The recent incident involving Xion, who had been implicated in a shocking package drop, sent ripples of disbelief throughout the nation. The Japanese government found itself under immense pressure, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department faced intense public scrutiny.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    With no other choice, the government turned to Suzuki Tomohisa for guidance. However, he was reluctant to take on such a chaotic situation. As a pragmatic individual, he typically avoided cases that could have nationwide implications.


    While solving a case of this magnitude could elevate his career, failure would lead to widespread disappointment among the popce. Over the years, Suzuki Tomohisa had built his career on a foundation of consistent, methodical work, umting experience and sess along the way. He preferred to tackle tasks that were less daunting andplex, as he aimed to maintain his steady approach until retirement. This way, he could gracefully bow out, earning the respect of citizens across the country. The prospect of this formidable challenge was daunting; seeding would certainly advance his career, but failing would jeopardize the status he had carefully cultivated over the years.


    It was akin to a gambler who had amassed a fortune, ready to walk away but suddenly faced with a dealer demanding all his winnings for a high-stakes game of Stud. Only a fool would risk everything in such a manner. Yet, Suzuki Tomohisa found himself cornered.


    As a member of the national security department and a civil servant, he had little room to negotiate when called upon by the Japanese government. Now, the fate of his career seemed to hinge on a foreign woman he had never met.


    All he knew was that this woman, Xion, was the prime suspect in the murder of the Matsumoto family. If he could apprehend her, he would gain fame across Japan; if he failed, he would be a pariah in the eyes of the public.


    As for Xion’s whereabouts? He had no leads whatsoever.


    Even if he couldn’t locate her, he felt it imperative to uncover how she had managed to escape right under everyone’s noses.


    With the double dead from poison and several individuals involved in her transportation mysteriously missing, the Metropolitan Police Department had hit a wall, unable to uncover any valuable information.


    As he rubbed his temples in frustration, unsure where to begin, his deputy entered the room, looking sheepish. “Mr. Suzuki, there are numerous media reporters outside, not just from NHK and Asahi Shimbun, but also top international outlets like the BBC. They’re all eager to interview you…”


    “Interview me?” Suzuki Tomohisa replied, frowning. “I just started; what could I possibly have to say?”


    The deputy exined, “They’re seeking updates on the situation regarding Xion’s disappearance…”