I thought the National Defense University selection exam was just a shortcut to graduate early and secure a government post.

Eight years later, I became the second-in-command of the largest criminal organization in the Northwest.

On the night the chairman was assassinated, four candidate names appeared on the conference room projector.

My photo was among them.

At 3 a.m., I dialed an emergency contact number I hadn’t touched in eight years: “Mission codename: ‘Abyss.’ Request immediate wrap-up.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line: “Reason?”

I growled into the receiver, “If you don’t wrap this up now, I’ll have to be their boss next month.”

Came to Tokyo and became a low-level patrolman.

He thought he would work in the police station until retirement, but the arrival of daily intelligence changed his planned trajectory.

[Daily Wealth Information: There is 20,000 yen in cash under the white light box at the door of the warm curtain izakaya at 12-6 Ichibangai, Kabukicho. ]

[Daily Explosion Information: The Passion Club at 2-11 Kabuki Nibangai hides the wanted murderer Yokochi Saburo. ]

Ordinary life in Tokyo has become exciting.

Starting as a low-level policeman, he became a criminal policeman, solved countless major cases, and became the craziest policeman in Tokyo.

My uncle is the director of the FBI!

What?

You ask who I am?

Um, my last name is Hoover.

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In the early summer of 1960, a profiler was reborn as a rebellious young man.

He decided to bring a little technological shock to the criminals of that time.