Since he couldn't ride a motorcycle, Fujiwara Yu had to take a taxi back to the Beido Grand Hotel where he was staying. This time, he did not choose to take the elevator but walked through the fire escape to the fifth floor.

After carefully checking that the carpet at the door showed no signs of being stepped on, and after using the room card to open the door and finding no signs of intrusion, he sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, put his long legs on the coffee table, and dialed the phone.

"Mr. Herbert, I hope I didn't disturb your rest?"

Far away in an apartment somewhere in Virginia, CIA agent Yinsen Hondo was sorting through the documents from his recent investigation on his desk. He rubbed the bridge of his nose twice and smiled faintly.

"No, have you had lunch yet?"

"Not yet. I'm planning to go out and grab a bite to eat later."

"You're not calling me just to chat, are you? Did you find anything in today's investigation?"

Fujiwara Yuu retracted his long legs from the coffee table, straightened his back and said in a serious tone:

"Well, my follow-up investigation today brought me some bad news. Cavitha Tequila is coming to Tokyo."

"Kavisa? It seems your previous reasoning was correct. Japan is indeed the core area of ​​the organization." Yinsen Bentang put down the documents in his hand and said in silence after a moment, "Claire, this is a very complicated situation. If you find that something is beyond your control, protect yourself immediately. Do you understand?"

"I understand. This is a massive organization that has made him taste the bitter fruit of defeat. I will carefully consider everything before making any decision. Besides, judging by the current situation, I've been hiding in the shadows and have already reached a draw with them."

The "he" in question naturally refers to his father, who was surrounded and killed by Gin, Vodka, and his men. This was also Fujiwara Yu's conclusion after analyzing the video footage. The code names Gin and Vodka had long been recorded in the CIA's intelligence database, so finding them was not difficult.

Yin Sen Hondou thought of Fujiwara Yuu who had given up everything to follow him to the United States, and the tragic death of his best friend. He sighed softly and said in a gentle tone:

"Oh, yes. You're a naturally intelligent child, and some of these words might become tiresome if I say them too much. But I still have to say these words... Don't take revenge too seriously, or you'll fall flat on your face."

"I've never felt bored. Isn't this Mr. Herbert's concern for me? And I don't regard destroying the organization as revenge. Could it be that you've become forgetful as you get older?" Fujiwara Yuu raised the corners of his mouth and teased with a smile.

Yinsen Bentang obviously understood the meaning of the words. He was telling himself that he had worn a police uniform before, and as a policeman he would devote himself to the path of justice and do his best to drive out evil.

"No, the call is almost two minutes old, it's time to hang up."

"Well, go to bed early, good night."