After learning of their retreat location, Fujiwara Yu arrived at the Sea Forest Park first. It was very easy to find three foreigners near the coast, so it didn't take much time for him to hide behind a vending machine and watch Shuichi Akai reunite with them.

Of course, he had noticed the anxious looks of the three new investigators.

Fujiwara Yu hadn't intended to hide for long; he was simply curious about how long it would take for Akai Shuichi to notice his presence. He saw someone drawing a gun through the reflection in the glass, then reached out and quickly pressed the button on the bottom of the can of coffee.

He bent down, held two cans of coffee in his hands, moved to the side with ease, and looked straight at Akai Shuichi who was looking at him.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ace of the FBI."

Shuichi Akai was surprised when he saw the purple-haired young man. He thought that the person waiting here should be the Japanese public security police who shot the bullet to rescue them, but after seeing the young man's hair color, he felt that all his previous guesses were overturned.

It's impossible for Japanese public security officers to have such a special hair color, and it's even more impossible for them to dye their hair... Could this person be a narcotics control officer? But how could a narcotics control officer know his identity, and how could he interfere in such a matter?

Too many questions piled up in Shuichi Akai's mind. He had no way of determining the other party's true identity, so he had to remain vigilant and maintain a safe distance.

Seeing that Akai Shuichi did not proactively inquire about his identity, nor did he make any further moves, Fujiwara Yuu deliberately took a step forward and said in a half-joking tone:

"Mr. Ace, why don't you consider putting away your gun? This is a public place. If other people in the park see you like this, you will attract the Japanese police."

Shuichi Akai heard the hint in the other person's words, which meant that the person in front of him was not a Japanese policeman. He raised his hand to signal the several new investigators behind him to put down their guns.

After receiving the instructions, Kamal couldn't help but whisper in Akai Shuichi's ear:

"Mr. Akai, we can't confirm the other party's identity yet. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to put down the gun?"

"The fact that he dares to stand in front of us alone means he is well prepared, so there is no question of whether it is appropriate or not. Put down the gun, Camille." Akai Shuichi knew that his current situation was passive, and the other party must have a backup plan. Even if he threatened with a gun, he would not gain any benefit. It would be better to listen to the purpose of this person's appearance here.

Fujiwara Yu always enjoyed negotiating with intelligent individuals, but today he wasn't here to negotiate; he was unilaterally soliciting intelligence. He paced forward to a suitable distance, glanced at the investigators behind Akai Shuichi, and asked bluntly:

"I wonder if Mr. Ace could give me a chance to talk alone?"

"Can."

After nodding to Kamil and the others, Shuichi Akai followed the purple-haired young man to another place. His left hand was always in his pocket, so that he could draw his gun to protect himself when necessary.

But after the purple-haired young man spoke the first words, he gave up the idea of ​​drawing his gun to protect himself.

Because there is no need.

"I'm here to ask the FBI for intelligence on our organization, as a token of my gratitude for your assistance." Fujiwara Yu opened the ring on his can of coffee with one hand, offering the cup with the other. He said calmly, "Your position is similar to mine, so please put aside your unnecessary hostility."

The positions are similar, but they are not Japanese police.

Akai Shuichi quickly searched for a word in his mind. After confirming the other party's identity, he felt a lot more relaxed. He reached out to take the coffee but didn't drink it. Instead, he asked with interest:

"Did you learn about the FBI's plan through the public security police, or did you already have someone keeping an eye on those new investigators?"

"Is it possible that it's both?"

Shuichi Akai couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this. He found that the man in front of him was quite extraordinary. He was somewhat similar to Bourbon Whiskey. They both had a tendency to be mystics, and their words were so ambiguous that you couldn't tell which of them was true.

But with his keen sense of smell, he could sense that "both" was the correct answer.

Because this answer would prove his previous conjecture correct: Scotch Whisky was a Japanese public security officer, and Cavitha Tequila was merely given the unwarranted title of "undercover." So... was the CIA actually connected to the Japanese public security?

Thinking of this, Shuichi Akai almost guessed why the CIA agent in front of him came to see him, but he didn't want to say it explicitly. In this situation, it would be more appropriate to take a slight detour.

"So, what is your desired reward about?"

"There must be some important reason why the FBI went against the rules and organized an undercover branch in Japan." Fujiwara Yu looked at Akai Shuichi with a sharp gaze, a faint smile on his face. "I want to know what kind of intelligence you have that made you take the risk to come here."

"I'm sorry, this is confidential FBI information. I don't have the right to disclose it to you."

"Okay, let's change the question... Why do you FBI always appear next to Chrissie Wynyard?"

Shuichi Akai was stunned when he heard this. He was surprised that the man in front of him changed the question so readily, and the question he asked again was undoubtedly related to another secret intelligence of the FBI.

He didn't think it was a coincidence. It seemed that the CIA had been paying attention to the FBI's movements for a long time, otherwise they wouldn't have known that the FBI was secretly investigating Chris Wynyard.

Fujiwara Yu narrowed his eyes and didn't intend to give the other party a chance to think about his words. He drank the coffee in his hand and crushed the can with force. His tone inevitably revealed a hint of threat:

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