"Herbert, you have one more task."

Yinsen Hondou raised his eyebrows upon hearing this. He thought it was normal for Fujiwara Yuu to like idol stars at her age, but it was indeed a bit inappropriate during a mission. He directly spoke up to dispel the other party's unrealistic idea:

"Claire, don't tell me... you still have the leisure to chase stars while on a mission? That's not good, right?"

"What are you thinking? I'm not interested in spiritual pursuits. The mission I assigned you is to keep a close eye on Chris Wynyard's actions. She has close ties to the organization. I got this information from the FBI."

After giving the order, Fujiwara Yu continued to crawl forward. He was now a little envious of those short people. If only he could shrink his bones, he would definitely be able to climb very fast.

Yinsen Bentang, who was in the banquet hall, couldn't help but cast his eyes at Chris Wynyard, who was moving easily among the guests. It must be said that beautiful women are popular everywhere, and this is still the case at such a celebrity dinner.

Her long golden curly hair fell to her waist, and the burgundy backless evening dress seemed to be tailor-made for her, highlighting her perfect figure.

In Yinsen Bentang's knowledge, lipstick only comes in red or pink. This is the first time he has seen someone easily pull off purple-red lipstick... Paired with those charming aqua eyes, she is indeed worthy of the title of "sexy stunner".

Otherwise, those male guests who obviously have female companions would not take the risk of toasting and secretly glance in the direction of the beauty.

"She's from the organization? I never thought of that."

Yinsen Hondo didn't say this because of the other person's appearance. He simply felt that the organization was actually involved in the entertainment industry, which was a very broad business.

"Isn't your daughter also a host for Nichimi TV? And she's quite popular."

"Ahem."

Fujiwara Yuu naturally knew why Yinsen Hondou was coughing. He smiled and fiddled with the position of his headset:

"Don't worry, there's no White on this channel. I give him instructions through my phone."

"oh."

Yinsen Hondou naturally knew what his daughter Hondou Eimi was doing for a living. Sometimes he was quite glad that his daughter was a host of Nichimi TV. This kind of job that allowed her to appear in public could also give him something to yearn for.

However, he didn't dare record any videos of his daughter hosting a show or interviewing others. Every time he browsed related information, he had to carefully clear the browsing history... He was worried that he would be exposed again, so he had to make preparations in advance so as not to implicate anyone.

"Why, do you miss your daughter? I remember you have a son, don't you miss him?" Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously.

Yin Sen Ben Tang thought of his son who was still in junior high school and couldn't help but sigh:

"This kid is being watched by the CIA right now. I can't show up in public, so I only occasionally glance at him from a distance."

"Cia? How did they…"

"I wanted to tell you about this before, but I thought you were very busy with your work in Japan, so I didn't mention such a small matter. But if you don't know, I do know who arranged the surveillance." Yinsen Hondo held a glass of champagne and stood at a distance, trying to transmit the sound without moving his mouth as much as possible to prevent others from noticing his weirdness.

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Fujiwara Yuu frowned. After realizing who had done this, he had some vague suspicions in his mind. However, he did not make it clear. He believed that Yinsen Hondo's suspicions were consistent with his own.

"Herbert, you must remember one thing."

"What?"

"Your problem is not a trivial matter. You can tell me first next time."

——"Master, here... I only trust you, so your matter is not trivial, remember to tell me first in the future."

The words of Fujiwara Kazuya came to mind.

Yin Sen Hondou nodded and smiled. They are indeed father and son, their words are so similar.

"Yes, I will."

Fujiwara Yu climbed up the ventilation duct. If he didn't have enough physical strength and waist and abdominal strength, he would be exhausted just by supporting the wall of the duct.

He silently calculated the floor he was on. About ten minutes later, he finally reached the 57th floor. There were only five floors left to the top floor, the 62nd floor... Victory was at hand.

"The dinner has already started. The environment here will be quite noisy, so I will block it out for a while. I will contact you at any time if there is any situation. Remember to be careful when you act. The security system here is no worse than the CIA headquarters." Yinsen Bentang stared at Thomas Schindler who was socializing with others and reminded him in a low voice.

Fujiwara Yu took a short rest and started to crawl higher again. He used the power of the wind to keep himself dry and sweat-free, and at the same time made the air in the pipe fresher.

After he successfully reached the fifty-eighth floor, he lowered his voice and replied softly:

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

There was no more sound coming from the earphone. Fujiwara Yu continued to climb up with great effort. Finally, his hard work paid off and he finally reached the 62nd floor. He followed the ventilation duct to the outside, which was a rooftop that had been renovated into a children's park.

He quietly stuck his head out to look at the glass door with the curtains drawn. There were no security measures here, and there was not even any surveillance equipment outside the rooftop. It seemed that Thomas Schindler was very confident in the security system inside his building.

But then again, he is a giant in the IT industry, and without some self-confidence he can't own a 62-story building.

However, his confidence made Fujiwara Yuu's work much easier. He took out his mobile phone and did not choose to make a call, but sent an email to White who was on standby.

More than ten kilometers away, on the helipad on the top floor of a building, White, sitting in a helicopter, was sipping American coffee with completely melted ice. He smacked his lips as he drank. No wonder Italians think cold brew is dirty American coffee. It's really hard to drink.

The only effect it can bring to White is: bitter enough to refresh his mind.

bite.

There was a sound of a new email coming from his phone. White didn't dare to delay and clicked it directly. When he saw the name displayed at the beginning of the email, it was indeed from Mr. Clare.

[Krell: White, you can prepare for takeoff. Wait until I tell you to approach the building.]

[White: Understood.]

He quickly put on his headphones and checked the handheld aviation satellite locator to make sure there was nothing wrong before turning on the main battery.

After completing a series of operations, White pushed the mixture ratio handle to the bottom. After hearing the explosion, he released the ignition switch. The helicopter slowly left the ground and headed towards the Schindler Company headquarters building.

Of course, he wouldn't get close in advance, otherwise it would be troublesome if someone noticed something was wrong.