Less than ten minutes after Fujiwara Yu left, a long-haired Asian man in a black leather jacket appeared outside Herbert's Bar. He hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door of the bar. The smell of detergent hit him in the face. It was obvious that the bar was preparing to open in an hour.

Akai Shuichi walked towards the bar with his hands in his pockets. Noticing the busy blond man who looked like the boss, he walked over and asked bluntly:

"Hello, is Mr. Claire not here yet?"

Yinsen Hondo looked calmly at the FBI investigator in front of him. After wiping the whiskey glass in his hand clean, he spoke slowly:

"Mr. Clare is gone. Are you Mr. Rye Whiskey? Your name is interesting. Do you like rye? Do you need me to make you a summer rye?"

"No, thank you." Akai Shuichi didn't expect Claire to tell this unknown bar owner his code name in the organization. He couldn't help but look at the blond owner a few more times and asked, "Did he leave anything for me?"

Yinsen Hondou raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the locker room, a fake smile similar to Fujiwara Yuu's on his face:

"It's in the locker room, please help yourself."

“…”

Shuichi Akai was basically certain that the bar owner was definitely of the same kind as Claire, but he was not sure whether the other party was a CIA agent or a non-staff member who specifically provided Claire with intelligence and meeting locations.

His left hand was still in his pocket, holding the pistol hidden inside. After the plan to arrest Gin failed, he had to be 200% alert - vicious struggles exist everywhere, and people with the same goals may do anything to achieve their goals and their own interests, so he needed to be careful on other people's territory.

What he didn't expect was that before he could even push open the door to the locker room, it was pulled open by someone inside. After seeing that the person standing inside the door was a young boy, Akai Shuichi quickly recognized the boy's identity.

Isn't this the boy Thomas Schindler is looking for? Why is he here?

"You must be Mr. Shuichi Akai, right? We would like to get your help." Tadaki Kashimura stood up from the bench. After noticing that the other party was left-handed, he deliberately extended his left hand for a handshake, behaving very gentlemanly.

When he heard his real name, Shuichi Akai knew that the bar owner was here to make fun of him. What a bad taste.

Akai Shuichi extended his hand and gently shook it, then raised his brows. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned sideways and asked:

"Is Claire planning to leave these two people to me?"

"Well, Claire hopes that Mr. Akai can give them FBI witness protection." Yinsen Hondo stopped joking and said seriously.

Shuichi Akai didn't understand Claire's actions. Logically, he could have taken the man back to the CIA headquarters, so why didn't he do that? After just a few seconds of thought, he could only come up with one very likely reason - although Claire was a CIA agent, he didn't trust the CIA.

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Could it be that the CIA, like the FBI, has a mole within the organization? If you think about it that way, you can understand his actions.

Shuichi Akai couldn't help but admire Claire's ability to collect intelligence. He had just dealt with the FBI insider issue and he called him here to help. This guy really saw through that he didn't give out all the information about Chris Wynyard, so he was here to ask for a reward.

He took out his cigarette case, looked at the bar owner, and asked:

"Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

"Please."

"I can take you away, but you have to change your appearance a little, otherwise you will be recognized." Shuichi Akai struck a match to light a cigarette. He looked up at Hiroki Sawada and was still quite surprised that such a young kid was actually the core figure of Schindler's company. He was really better than his teacher.

Hiroki Sawada took out the golden wig Claire had given him, put it on, and replied with a smile:

"I just have this wig, and Uncle Herbert painted these freckles on my face!"

Although the disguise method is still relatively low-level, it is enough... The FBI does not have any disguise experts, so I can only provide wigs and glasses.

Akai Shuichi nodded, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and said in a deep voice:

"Well, I need to go through some formalities now. I'll take you away by this time next year. Boss, I'll trouble you to take care of them during this time."

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news... Oh, by the way, Mr. Akai, Claire also asked me to pass on a message." Yinsen Hondo said slowly when he saw the other party turn around, "The email address I sent you is the one Claire used. Of course, please don't try to locate it, or you will be tracked."

Does this mean you want to cooperate with me?

After understanding the situation, Shuichi Akai did not linger in the bar any longer. He pushed the door open and walked straight to the silver-gray Volvo S60 parked across the street. Before opening the back door of the car, he did not forget to put out his cigarette.

"Xiu, what did that person want to see you about?"

The woman sitting in the driver's seat had beautiful short straight golden hair, and her light blue drooping eyes gave people an inexplicable feeling of laziness. However, her fashionable outfit and the pair of old black-framed glasses made her look a little weird.

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