Tokyo International Airport, 15:20.

In parking lot B, area, parking space 120, Yinsen Hondou parked his car and was about to push the door open to leave. He noticed that Fujiwara Yuu beside him didn't react at all, so he couldn't help but remind him:

"Fujiwara, we're here, time to prepare..."

However, before he could finish his words, Fujiwara Yuu interrupted him. He looked sideways at Yinsen Hondou with an expressionless face and spoke out the clues his father had left behind, selecting the parts that could be said:

"Mr. Hondou, I hope that from now on you won't call me 'Fujiwara Yuu'. From today on, I will live as Claire Stewart, including when I join the CIA in the future."

"Stuart? Isn't your father's last name Alsani?"

In fact, at the beginning, Fujiwara Yuya thought that the letter his father wrote to him was, firstly, to prevent someone from knowing his real name when secretly reading the letter, and secondly, to convey the password so that he could find the black password box.

But after careful consideration, he recalled that the file bag showed no signs of being opened. Could it be understood that his father was expecting him to use the name "Claire" again to enter the CIA for internal investigation?

Because only Fujiwara Yuu knew that when he was living under the name "Claire", his surname was from his grandmother's family, so as long as he used the name "Claire Stewart", no one would know that he was Fujiwara Kazuya's son.

My father doesn't want me to reveal my identity as his son to CIA. It seems that there are people in CIA who betrayed my father.

Fujiwara Yu felt sad when he thought of this. As a CIA agent, he did not receive protection from the intelligence agency. He was already risking his life to carry out the mission, but he was stabbed in the back by his own people. The feeling of betrayal... was not pleasant.

"Mr. Hondou, you are someone my father trusts, so I hope you can tell me how my father died?" Fujiwara You looked straight at Yinsen Hondou, and his eyes clearly showed that he did not expect him to lie to him, he just wanted to know the truth.

When Yinsen Bentang heard this, his face suddenly changed. He opened his mouth and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated. There were even complex emotions in his eyes, including guilt, anger and helplessness.

Fujiwara Yuu, who majored in psychology in college, could naturally draw a conclusion from this series of changes in expression: his father's death was related to the betrayal of his companions, and it was even possible that nothing was left after his death... Otherwise, he would not have left him with even a single relic.

Everything entrusted to Yinsen Hondo was prepared in advance by his father.

"Ivy... Claire, I think it's better if you don't know."

"But I just want to know. At least tell me where he died, who killed him, and who killed him."

After hesitating for a long time, Yinsen Hondou finally chose to compromise, because Fujiwara Yu did have the right to know.

He twisted his body and reached towards the back seat. After opening the thick laptop, he saw only a recycle bin on the desktop. There was clearly white paper in the trash can icon, which meant that the garbage inside had not been cleaned up yet.

Not knowing whether it was intentional or the trembling of the fingers really affected the operation of the touchpad, Fujiwara Yu noticed that the cursor on the computer screen failed to aim at the Recycle Bin icon several times. Finally, Yinsen Hondou slammed his hand on the steering wheel as if in anger. With a shrill horn sound, the trembling of the fingers finally calmed down.

The recycle bin was opened, and there was only one video file in it.

Yinsen Hondou did not open the video file, but silently stuffed the laptop into Fujiwara Yu's arms, opened the car door and went outside to get some fresh air. He also had a cigarette, which he did not like to smoke, simply to calm his restless heart.

Just thinking about the content of the video, I don’t have the courage to watch it again.

Fujiwara Yuu, who was sitting in the car, opened the video software the moment he took the computer. When the first picture appeared, his vagina suddenly shrank - because the picture started with his father's bloody face, it was obvious that the video was shot by someone with a handheld camera.

The video has no sound, but the picture is very clear and the person filming has a very steady hand, so you can see it clearly from beginning to end.

After seeing his father's body thrown into the incinerator, a scarred brown-haired man knelt on the asphalt road holding the urn, scattering his father's ashes in the wind, and was eventually shot in the head by a long-range sniper.

Even if you couldn't hear the sound, you could still feel their sneers when the ashes were scattered at the door of the CIA headquarters building in the suburbs of Langley, and their ugly, sneering faces when the brown-haired man was killed.

My mouth was filled with the taste of blood. I didn't know when I clenched my teeth so hard that my gums were broken.

Fujiwara Yu slammed his laptop shut and took a deep breath to calm himself down. If he got angry at this moment, it would only make the rats hiding in the dark streets laugh.

He tugged at his tie, calmly put his laptop in his pocket, opened the car door, looked at Yinsen Hondo, who was smoking, and asked with a sharp gaze:

"Who is that man in the picture?"

"Giovanni Sarratore, your father's informant, his family is also dead."

Yinsen Bentang did not tell the whole truth. He did not say how Giovanni Sarratore's family was brutally murdered. The organization coerced newsboys to deliver the mutilated bodies to the door of the FBI headquarters, in order to remind the FBI not to learn from the CIA and put rats in the organization.

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