Fujiwara Yuu, who was standing within twenty meters, slowly walked out from behind the tree. Unexpectedly, after only a few glances, Morufushi Kagemitsu noticed him. He didn't continue to follow, but silently calculated the distance between them.

About fifteen meters, which is an excellent result among CIA agents.

You should know that the effective range of most pistols is only fifty meters, and the combat distance of most pistols is about fifteen meters. Therefore, being able to feel that you are being followed at such a distance will undoubtedly greatly increase your ability to survive after encountering the enemy.

You're even better now than when you were in the police academy, Jingguang.

Fujiwara Yu pulled his left hand out of his trouser pocket, and his slender fingers moved flexibly, causing a five-yen coin to roll continuously between his fingers. This was something he liked to do when thinking, and he still hadn't changed this habit even after so much time had passed.

From the eavesdropping just now, we were able to obtain a lot of previously unknown information, such as the code name of Furuya Rei is Bourbon Whiskey, and the man who had carried out the mission with them was called Yin.

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In addition, they learned that a codenamed member from North America, Kavisa Tequila, would become a new member of their group and would live under the same roof, which was not a good thing for Rei Furuya and Kagemitsu Morofushi.

Moreover, Fujiwara Yuu is very familiar with this code-named member named Cavitha Tequila, as he had previously come into contact with him when he was performing a mission in North America.

Cavitha Tequila's real name is Michael Quaid. He just turned 20 years old. Although he is young, his methods are very cruel. He is on the CIA's arrest list. He disappeared recently and it turned out that he went to Tokyo under the organization's arrangement.

The arrival of such a dangerous figure in Tokyo meant that his previous speculation was correct. This mysterious organization, whose name remains unknown, had its core ties not in North America but in Japan.

The speed of the finger movement continued to increase, and the speed of the coin rolling became faster and faster. Fujiwara Yu, who was lost in thought but still remained alert, noticed someone approaching him, but he could feel that the other person had no ill intentions, so he simply ignored him and continued to think about the problem.

Judging from the organization's cautious attitude of destroying all clues at the scene, Tokyo should not be the place where the organization's behind-the-scenes ruler is staying. Osaka and Kyoto are also less likely. Most likely, he is hiding in one of Japan's 43 prefectures, where the population is smaller and it is easier to hide.

Japan is such a small country, with the northernmost Hokkaido and the southernmost Kagoshima only about 3,000 kilometers apart. If you want to find the base of the rulers behind the scenes, investing a lot of manpower to investigate will be too conspicuous. As expected, you have to play the long game and arrest those code-named members first.

Because if all the employees of a company are poached, the combination of a lone commander and useless people will only lead the company to bankruptcy, so the plan set by the CIA has always been to arrest code members and obtain intelligence from other code members, taking a protracted war route.

Fujiwara Yu looked down and stomped the ground twice with the toe of his leather shoes. As long as they were on the same piece of land, it would only be a matter of time before the culprit was found.

"Sir, do you have time to listen to me?"

The movement of his left hand stopped abruptly. Fujiwara Yu held the coin and looked up at the man in the gray suit standing in front of him on the left. You know, the weather was still quite hot around noon. His forehead was covered in sweat, but he was still dressed so formally and was unwilling to take off his suit jacket, which was very consistent with the attire of a Tokyo salaryman.

"you say."

"Well, I'm a talent scout for the Nichimi Entertainment Agency. Are you interested in becoming an artist at our agency? We offer excellent salaries, and we also have the famous girl idol singing group Earth Ladies under our wing!"

Earth Ladies Team? What a cheesy name! Why not the Universe Ladies Team? That sounds a bit more ideal.

"Look, these are the members of our famous Earth Ladies Team. The most popular one right now is..."

"don't want."

"Why?"

The scout uncle looked up in confusion at the handsome young man who was a full head and a half taller than him. He obviously didn't understand what this "no" meant. Did he dislike him for talking too much?

Fujiwara Yu calmly pulled a mask from his pocket, put it on, and then, with his hands tucked into his pockets, lazily said, "I have absolutely no interest in becoming an entertainer," before turning and walking away. He was a CIA agent, so how could he possibly become an entertainer? If his colleagues at the CIA found out, he'd be a laughingstock.

The scout uncle didn't want to give up on such a handsome guy, so he stuffed the photos of Yoko Okino and others into his briefcase, walked up with his short legs and started to promote the benefits of becoming an entertainer.

"Sir, why don't you first hear about the salary? Actually, being an entertainer is really great. Don't you want to experience the joy of being loved by many people? Don't you want to be a winner in life and live in a high-end apartment? Don't you want to..."

"I don't want to." Fujiwara Yuu stopped and said impatiently, "If you continue to follow me, I will have to call the police. I don't think you want to waste police resources, right?"

Call the police? The scout uncle touched his bald head and apologized with a wry smile:

"I just think it's a big loss that you're not entering the entertainment industry. I'm really sorry to bother you."

Seeing that the other party was also having a hard time, Fujiwara Yuu sighed and said:

"fine."

After saying these two words, he had no intention of continuing to chat with anyone and prepared to return to the hotel where he was currently staying. This was the end of his follow-up on the code-named members of the organization today.

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