Ever since learning about the meeting place of the task force, Fujiwara Yu has been tracking and investigating for four consecutive days. Sometimes he would appear near the apartment where they were staying, sometimes at the meeting place, and he would even go to Haido Station and blend in with the crowd of salarymen to observe.

He had a basic grasp of the group's movements, but crafting a plan to capture Cavitha Tequila proved difficult. Both Morobushi Kagemitsu and Furuya Rei were undercover agents planted by the Japanese Public Security Bureau. Would they truly trust him at this moment?

It is not easy to regain the trust of the undercover agent after four years without saying goodbye. You have to find the right time to do it.

The bony fingers tapped the steering wheel rhythmically. When Fujiwara Yu was thinking about how to approach, a pleasant sound suddenly came from the mobile phone. He looked down and found that the note was "white".

It is not a good idea to store "White" directly in the address book, so another meaning of "white" is used to confuse the audience.

Fujiwara Yu did not look happy when he saw the call. You know, at this time, White should be tracking the grassroots staff. Why would he risk calling himself during the tracking?

Unable to confirm whether the call was from him, he showed a cautious expression. After answering the call, he did not speak immediately. Instead, he waited for the other party to speak and judged the situation by the speed, tone and voice of the voice.

"Hello? It's me, Mr. Clare. I'm tracking someone now, but I found a problem and I feel the need to report it to you." White spoke in a hoarse voice after the call was connected, and his voice seemed even more hazy as if he had a hand covering his mouth.

After determining that the tone was not coercive, Fujiwara Yuu lowered his guard and asked:

"What's the matter? Just tell me."

"Sir, if a girl suddenly dresses up beautifully, is she going to meet her boyfriend?"

What kind of strange question is this? Fujiwara Yu didn't think White would ask him gossip during the mission. He thought about the person he was tracking and asked again:

"Does she have a boyfriend? If so, she should be."

"But during my investigation, I didn't find any information about her boyfriend, and her parents' information is unknown. What do you think..."

"Find a safe place and wait. I'll be right there."

"?"

White looked at the hung-up phone in confusion. He was a little confused, so he walked to the vending machine across the street and bought a bottle of pineapple-flavored soda.

After taking a big sip of pineapple soda with a very high sugar content, his eyes suddenly widened and he sighed in his heart: I don’t have a boyfriend, so the person I dressed up to meet is her own sister!

!

His eyes drifted towards the man in a black suit who was sitting by the window on the second floor of the coffee shop, observing the road conditions from time to time. No wonder the security today was tighter than usual. It turned out that Sherry was going to appear here to meet her sister.

As expected of Mr. Clare, his mind works so quickly.

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The pure black Bentley was driving slowly and elegantly on the road. If you bought a car of this price in 2000, you would naturally attract the attention of passers-by. You have to know that we are in the period of economic bubble bursting, countless companies are bankrupt, and the real estate market has collapsed. In this period, you can still drive a luxury car worth over 100 million yen in a swaggering manner, and it is normal for passers-by to take a few more glances.

The brown-haired girl sitting in the back seat of the car had no interest in riding in a luxury car. Her brows were furrowed even more because passers-by were trying to see through the black sun film to see who was sitting inside.

No one likes the feeling of being watched, even if they can't see themselves.

Her sullen and stern look was naturally noticed by the men sitting in the front row wearing black suits and black sunglasses, but they were already accustomed to the girl's sour face, and the most terrifying thing was that she would give them a good look.

The Bentley Elegant slowly parked at the parking lot at 2-5 Nishikanda-cho. The man in a suit sitting in the passenger seat quickly got out. He wanted to show his courtesy, but no matter how fast he went, he couldn't get the brown-haired girl to open the door before the car was stable. He could only say stiffly with a stern face:

"Miss Shirley, counting one hour from now, I think..."

The brown-haired girl was naturally Miyano Shiho, who had a code name at such a young age. She looked unhappy and slammed the car door hard to express her dissatisfaction, but she still responded patiently:

"You don't need to remind me. I'll be back in the car within the stipulated time."

"Please also put on the locator. This is also to ensure your safety."

"Tsk, you talk so nicely, but you're just afraid that I'll run away." Miyano Shiho reached out to take the locator and stuck it on the inside of her collar. She didn't want her sister to see it, nor did she want to interfere with her happy mood of meeting her sister.

After saying this, she walked towards the coffee shop on the corner of the street in her flat shoes. However, when she saw the public toilet on the street, she hesitated for two seconds and then walked in quickly. She planned to use the concealer powder in her pocket to cover up the dark circles caused by staying up late.

But she didn't expect that just after she pushed open the toilet door and took two steps, a strong hand reached out from the half-open toilet cubicle and dragged her into the toilet cubicle without any preparation.

Miyano Shiho's first reaction was not to scream, but to regret that she did not wear high heels today. Otherwise, if she stepped on the other person, the pain would definitely make him let go.

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"If you make any more small moves, I'll kill you."

No matter how much pain Fujiwara Yuu felt when his right foot was stepped on, he still maintained a calm and indifferent expression. He would not feel any sympathy for the members of the organization, nor would he treat them well, even if the person in front of him was still a child.

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