Sitting in the car, Fujiwara Yu glanced up and down at the young man in front of him named White Bruce. His first impression was definitely his loud and noisy voice, and the second impression was that he looked a little familiar.

Her golden hair was combed almost all the way back, and her olive green color was not uncommon in the United States. Her fair skin was not surprising for a Caucasian person. Her three-dimensional facial features and long eyelashes made her a very familiar face.

Most of the handsome blond and blue-eyed young men look like this, so it looks familiar.

But Fujiwara Yu still had an indescribable feeling, so after White got into the car, he asked bluntly:

"Whitey, have I seen you somewhere?"

Hearing this, White's eyes turned red. He pulled his cheeks with both hands, trying to make his face bigger, and then said excitedly:

"Mr. Claire, you really haven't forgotten me? Four years ago in Brooklyn, New York, it was you who saved me!"

Four years ago, Brooklyn.

Hearing these two keywords, the dusty bean sprout in my memory gradually transformed into the handsome blond and blue-eyed man in front of me.

Before he joined the CIA, he lived in New York for a period of time. He happened to track down a criminal gang trafficking organs and rescued White, who was about to be anesthetized and imprisoned in a black hospital bed crying.

"Are you the bean sprout from back then? Are you an adult?"

The fat boy in Fujiwara Yu's memory was only about 1.5 meters tall, and his thin body showed that he was malnourished. But White is now at least 1.8 meters tall, so it is really difficult to connect the two.

White rubbed the back of his head embarrassedly and explained with a wry smile:

"Mr. Claire, I'm no longer a bean sprout. Besides, I'm already twenty years old, which is the legal drinking age in Japan."

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​joining the CIA?"

"Because after you rescued me, you called someone over." White recalled how he had inquired about that uncle after joining the CIA, only to learn he had passed away. He lowered his head sadly and said, "I recognized him as Yinsen Hondo, a CIA agent. So I wanted to repay you by working hard to become a CIA agent."

Fujiwara Yu was stunned when he heard this. He was not surprised at the reason why White became a CIA agent. He was surprised at why White recognized Mr. Hondou back then. You know, a CIA agent with an undercover mission would never reveal his identity.

He noticed something was wrong and asked quickly:

"White, why did you recognize him as Yinsen Bentang back then?"

"I've already reported this to the intelligence agency. There was indeed a bearded man who distributed photos to us and asked us to conduct a follow-up investigation. If we accepted, we would receive bread and milk. At that time, I hadn't eaten for two days, so I agreed."

"And then? What did you find out?"

"I felt that the man was not right at the time, so I said I had not investigated anything, but he still gave me milk and bread, and then I never saw him again. He mentioned his name when he gave us the photo, so I knew it." White honestly told what happened that year. Now he also believes that the identity of the bearded man is not simple, and the death of Yinsen Bentang may be related to him.

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Fujiwara Yu, who knew the hidden truth, naturally had different ideas. He recalled the action last year. If Yinsen Hondou's identity in the organization had been exposed long ago, why was he not killed in time?

Is he trying to use Yin Sen Hondou's identity to lure out more CIA agents who are undercover in the organization?

No, his original idea was completely wrong.

Fujiwara Yu always believed that the person who betrayed his father was inside the CIA, but based on Mr. Hondou's incident, a new inference can be drawn, that is: the CIA agents undercover in the organization also committed acts of betrayal.

The only CIA agent still in the organization is Hondou Eimi, who would have no reason to kill her own father. So the traitorous CIA agent could only be on the death list, having cleverly faked his own death to deceive them.

Thinking of this, he parked his car directly in the temporary parking area on the side of the road, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yin Sen Ben Tang immediately, asking him to help retrieve the list of all the dead CIA agents in the undercover organization. That person must be hiding among them. Only an undercover agent who unilaterally cut off contact with the CIA could not be aware of Yin Sen Ben Tang's identity.

"Mr. Krel, what happened?"

"It's okay. You probably haven't had lunch yet, right?" Fujiwara Yuu remembered that Yinsen Hondou had mentioned a delicious ramen shop in Haido Town. He continued, "I'll take you to eat Japanese ramen. Of course, if you don't want to go out, you can choose a place of your own."

"Japanese ramen? Sure, I've always wanted to try it. Ramen always appears in the anime I love to watch, and it makes me so greedy hehe!" White couldn't help licking his lips. The exaggerated expressions of the anime characters after eating ramen must have appeared in his mind.

After Fujiwara Yu parked the car near the Haido-cho food street, he took White to walk on the streets with a strong residential atmosphere. Originally, he was not very familiar with the roads. Now, in order to remedy the bad habit of subconsciously relying on electronic navigation in his previous life, he has memorized the maps of various street intersections in Tokyo, so he doesn't have to worry about getting lost.

He stopped at the door of Ramen Ogura and looked up at the unremarkable little restaurant in front of him. It looked ordinary. He didn't know if it was really as Mr. Hondou said, that it was the best ramen in Haido Town.

What concerned him most was the name of this ramen restaurant.

The ramen was to die for.

Fujiwara Yuu recalled a time when Matsuda Jinpei was in police academy and had a creative dish. With Matsuda's culinary skills, shouldn't he open a restaurant that serves "terribly bad food"? Then he could open a coffin shop next door and offer a one-stop service from eating to being coffined.

He shook his head and felt that his thoughts were a bit strange and funny. Perhaps it was because he was back in Japan again. No matter what he saw or what happened, he would always think of his fulfilling life in the police academy.

White frowned as he looked at the store name. He looked at Claire worriedly and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Claire, are we really going to eat at this ramen shop? Is it really so delicious that we'll die?"

Fujiwara Yu, who was instantly pulled out of his memories, began to doubt his life. He really wanted to open White's head to see whether it was filled with water from Tokyo Bay or sludge from the sewer. It was really because he watched too many anime and had such wild imaginations.

He glanced at White expressionlessly, then pushed open the Japanese-style door and replied calmly:

"Don't worry, it won't kill you."