Seeing the car stop, the handsome monk subconsciously nodded to show his respect.
The car stopped abruptly. If the patrol police saw it, they might reprimand him for blocking the traffic.
There should be something going on, like stopping to make a phone call or something. Just as the monk was thinking about this, the car window slowly rolled down.
A serious-looking middle-aged man looked straight at the handsome monk. The sunglasses he was wearing made him look very lethal. After a few seconds, he took out an envelope.
The envelope was written with strong handwriting. It was obvious what was inside.
"Eh, eh?"
The handsome monk subconsciously took the envelope. When he saw the money written on the back, the envelope was already in his hand.
"No, no, why are you giving me this all of a sudden? I can't take it, I can't take it."
He hurriedly stuffed the envelope into the car window. However, the black car window had already rolled up, leaving only a small gap. Obviously, it was not enough to stuff the envelope in.
No matter how he thought about it, it was not right to suddenly stop the car and stuff money into it.
"Take it, master. This is what you deserve. In this world, monks like you who help the souls of the innocent are rare. Such a righteous act of kindness should be rewarded."
A voice came from the backseat of the car, and … it was a little familiar. No, it was very familiar.
It was so familiar that the monk could not help but wonder who the owner of the voice was. However, by the time he came back to his senses, the car had already driven away.
"Hey, benefactor!"
It was too late to chase after it. He pinched the money in the envelope. It was at least hundreds of thousands of Island nation dollars, which was equivalent to one to two months of an ordinary person's salary. Of course, it would be a different story if it was a small amount of money.
However, the monk did not feel the slightest ripple in his heart. Money was just a worldly possession. No matter how much money he had, it would eventually become a gift to others.
Regardless of whether it was Mount Tai or a feather, it could not be attributed to the monk.
However …
Looking at the telephone pole, the monk nodded seriously. The person who passed away next to the telephone pole must have a powerful background!
Even such a big shot knew that someone had passed away here.
The innocent telephone pole stood upright on the street, unaware of what had happened.
"A black luxury car came into contact with the monk."
Not far away, two people put down their binoculars and looked at each other in surprise.
Tyrant's guess was right. Ever since he left the detention center, there were indeed police spying on him in the dark. Moreover, there were two of them in a group. Every one of them had a sizable salary. The monthly expenditure on Tyrant alone was enough to make an ordinary person cry.
The two policemen split up. One of them continued to follow the monk while the other carefully observed the black car.
"The black car stopped at Xifu Temple, which is the temple that the monk just came out from."
"Hmm, the monk on my side is behaving normally … Why is he heading toward the place where the vagrants gather? Is he a monk from the wet poison?"
"Senior Northheaven, there are no longer any monks in the wet poison," his partner complained as he observed the situation.
"You talk too much. Keep an eye on the car and remember the faces of the people in it.
It seems that this Xifu Temple needs to be recorded. There must be something shameful behind it. "
"Yes, someone got out of the car. Eh, the person in the car looks familiar."
"Who?
You know the people in the car?
Are they leftists? I know bald donkeys aren't good people. "
"Not leftists? No way, they look too familiar. Let me try again … Ah, ah, ah …"
"What's wrong?
Hey, what's going on? "Northheaven's blood flowed backward. Damn it, did my reckless partner get exposed?
"Yes, yes, the person in the car is Mr. Iizuka Taro, the Deputy Prime Minister, the Minister of Finance, the Former Prime Minister, the Prince of Tsukuhomi …"
"Hey!
Stop before you go too far. How can a car hold so many people? "Senior Northheaven's rebuke came to an abrupt halt." Do you think it's a prop from Doraemon?!
Wait a minute! "
Northheaven gave it a quick thought. Those titles seemed to belong to the same person. "You mean … Lord Iizuka?"
"Yes, yes."
"Hiss!" Northheaven sucked in a breath of cold air. His forehead was covered in cold sweat. "Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"
"Absolutely not!
A high-class Lexus or something? That's the car of a high-ranking official. "
What a joke. The person who had contacted the monk was the Deputy Prime Minister. What was the relationship between the monk and the Deputy Prime Minister?
Come to think of it, since the monk was related to the Deputy Prime Minister, wouldn't the two of them be used as cannon fodder?
Actually, monitoring the monk was just a smokescreen. The real target was the Deputy Prime Minister.
Who was doing this?
The Prime Minister?
It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be.
It had to be someone from another party. Furthermore, the monk had attacked the Seto before. Could the mastermind be the Deputy Prime Minister?!
Northheaven's forehead was only dripping water at first, but now it had turned into a small faucet. He didn't dare to imagine why the Deputy Prime Minister would attack the Seto. Furthermore, the Deputy Prime Minister was a relative of the Emperor. Behind all this, was there a degeneration of morals or a distortion of human nature?
He couldn't figure it out. He didn't dare to think about it. He couldn't think about it!
The young partner had run back at some point. He was in a daze. When he saw Senior Northheaven, he immediately shouted, "S-Senior, why is your head spraying water?"
Bei Tian wiped off the sweat on his forehead. This time, he grabbed a couple of kilograms of sweat. "Water sprayed out?
Where?
No, it's not spraying water. "
"What should we do? Senior, what should we do? Should we report this to the higher-ups?
Just say that the Deputy Prime Minister is in cahoots with the person under surveillance. They are conspiring to overthrow the government, commit crimes against humanity, and carry out a terrorist attack. "
"I don't know what's going on even if you ask me, you little rascal!"
Northheaven snatched his partner's phone. "You idiot, why do you want to report this so quickly? You weren't this quick when I told you to buy cola pancakes. That's what pisses me off!"
"Besides, who said they were carrying out a terrorist attack against humanity? Besides, what kind of inference is this to overthrow the government? Is the Deputy Prime Minister trying to rebel against himself?"
"Then, then what should we do?" His partner touched the back of his head. Having just been promoted, he was completely dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do.
Did it have to be so tragic? Why did it have to be such a difficult mission right off the bat? He thought it would be easy to monitor the monk, but in the end, there were sharks swimming in the calm sea. If he wasn't careful, he would be dragged into the sea and killed.
"Don't report it yet. Observe calmly and pretend nothing happened."
"Sigh … But isn't it a crime not to report it?"
"How is it a crime if we don't say anything? Or do you want to tell the truth about what you saw so that you can be dragged into the power vortex?
A powerless shrimp like you will be doomed once you enter the vortex. "
Northheaven wished he could kick his partner into Tokyo Bay. He began to think about how to … interact with the monk.