Chapter 65: Extra FBI Secret Line 1
(Please make sure the author of the previous article has something to say before reading this)
(If you can't accept that the FBI was in charge of the bombing, you can skip the extra chapter and just end with the previous chapter)
"Shuichi, good morning." Judy's knock on the door woke up Shuichi Akai who was still sleeping, but he didn't say anything and got up silently to open the door.
"What's the matter?" He unbuttoned his pajamas and took out a black priest's suit from the closet. He straightened his collar, took out a silver necklace from his pocket and put it on his neck.
The necklace was designed with a cross on a coffin, and a few roses on both sides of the center of the cross. Akai Shuichi made sure that the necklace was kept exactly in the center, and then took out a silver, flame-shaped badge and put it on his left chest.
"Old Charlie... uh, I mean, Chief Charlie asked you about the progress of the Fire Spirit Cult. You know, this mission is related to his promotion, and he pushed James so hard that James was annoyed to the point of taking a vacation." Judy sighed helplessly. Because James ran away and Akai didn't answer Charlie's calls, the old man Charlie started nagging her.
"The Fire Spirit Cult asked me to completely eliminate the Fire Spirit Saint Cult. I can't do that. I will change a method to continue undercover." Akai Shuichi didn't want his two months of undercover work to fail, but the problem was that the Fire Spirit Cult had no intention of letting him become an assistant priest. Although the Fire Spirit Saint Cult did not have as many people as the Fire Spirit Cult, only 10,000 people, it was still 10,000 people.
The order issued by the Fire Spirit Cult was "removal" rather than "assimilation", which meant that what he needed to do was to judge all the members of the Fire Spirit Cult as pagans.
A religion often has only one way to judge pagans, which is to kill them endlessly. Using blood and lives, the pagans will be forced to repent for their choices.
Shuichi Akai certainly wouldn't kill 10,000 people just to be an undercover agent in a cult. So he chose to contact the Japanese government through the FBI at the beginning, hoping that they would take direct action to suppress the Fire Spirit Holy Son Church, but the Japanese government was completely unmoved. After all, the Fire Spirit Holy Son Church pays a lot of taxes every year, not to mention the gifts they receive during festivals. Just because the FBI said a few words to them and didn't give them any benefits, they were asked to give up this money? It's funny to think about it.
However, the Japanese government still gave the FBI enough face, and on the surface, they agreed to it, but privately they had no intention of changing it. Akai Shuichi certainly knew that his operation was, in a sense, a way of getting something for nothing, so naturally there was nothing to say.
"I know, but Chief Charlie said... he has some very important information for me to pass on to you." Judy took out a file bag. "But to be honest, judging from his expression, it doesn't look like a good thing. He is simply not a normal person."
When Akai Shuichi heard Judy's words, he also felt uneasy. He opened the file bag, which contained only one person's information:
Nakayama Shotasu joined the Fire Spirit Saint Sect because his daughter died in the Sanno Festival five years ago. He is the craziest one in the Fire Spirit Saint Sect. He is so crazy that even ordinary gatherings dare not invite him to attend. Nakayama Shotasu is planning a big event. He wants to sacrifice all the "pagans" in Tokyo to the so-called Fire Spirit Saint in order to resurrect his daughter.
There was nothing inside except this document, but Shuichi Akai already understood what Charlie meant.
If Nakayama Shotasu's plan came true, the angry Japanese government would definitely liquidate the Fire Spirit Saint Son Cult behind it. At that time, Akai Shuichi's mission would naturally be completed. What Charlie wanted him to do was to help Nakayama Shotasu, complete Nakayama Shotasu's plan, and provide the materials and intelligence that Nakayama Shotasu wanted. Even if this meant that the lives of 14 million people in Tokyo were in the hands of Nakayama Shotasu.
"Xuyi, what's wrong?" Judy saw Akai Shuichi's face suddenly turn bad, frowned and asked: "What does that old man want to do now?"
Seeing Judy approaching, Akai Hideo instinctively covered the information with the back side. He was not a real American, and he did not feel a sense of belonging to the FBI, but Judy was different. So he changed the subject and asked, "Did he say anything else to you?"
Judy thought it was some top-secret information, so she couldn't read it, so she smiled apologetically, "Sorry. He said that he has an alias called Mr. Saint Squadron, and he hopes you can add this ID as a friend. Well, I don't quite understand what he means, but I promise I'm not wrong."
Nakayama Shoutai (ちゅうさんしょうたい), Mr. Saint Squadron (しょうちゅうたいさん). Charlie has a trumpet, which is a variation of Nakayama Shoutai's name, that is, Charlie is implying that he has completely controlled Nakayama Shoutai's mind, and Nakayama Shoutai is like his trumpet. Charlie is threatening him that if he does not contact Nakayama Shoutai, Charlie will take the lead in the direction of this matter. For this newly transferred superior, Shuichi Akai is not sure how low the other party's moral bottom line is. But what Shuichi Akai can guarantee is that Charlie only regards the FBI as a springboard for his political arena. He does not care about the people in the FBI or the reputation of the FBI.
"...I understand. I will add him as my friend." Akai Shuichi calmly put the information into the bag and went to the kitchen to burn it. "I will do as he wishes, but I hope he will give it to me."
"Hmm? Do you need me to relay this?" Judy looked at Akai Shuichi in confusion. Can't you two contact each other directly? Didn't you both add each other as friends?
"Well, sorry, I have something else to do and need to leave immediately." Akai Shuichi's eyes stayed on the burning flames. He didn't want to meet Charlie in person, nor did he want to call that bastard. He was afraid that he would not be able to help but punch him. Judy shrugged and went out without complaint.
Akai Shuichi logged into the account provided in the file, and as soon as he opened it, he saw a series of urgent messages from Nakayama Xiangtai:
[Explosives? I've already paid, you won't cheat me, right? ]
[Speak up, you bastard, you are trying to cheat me out of my money, right?]
[You bastard, just wait, you won’t have any good results! ]
Shuichi Akai calmly looked through the previous chat records. Shotasu Nakayama transferred a full 6 million yen to this account. No wonder he was so anxious.
This price was enough for him to buy 300 kilograms of explosives. Although it was not realistic to blow up the entire Tokyo, it was more than enough to blow up a high-rise building. And if Charlie followed his instructions, the FBI would provide explosives according to the price of raw materials, which would be enough to provide 1,000 kilograms of explosives. This was enough to blow up any iconic building in Tokyo.
What a pair of lunatics! Akai Shuichi couldn't help but press his thumb hard on the solar plexus. He typed word by word: "It will take time to prepare the goods. I will give it to you tomorrow night."
Charlie must have been personally responsible for providing the explosives, and he had no way to tamper with them. There were two things he could do: one was to prevent Nakayama Shotasu from actually detonating the explosives, and the other was to notify the Japanese police to deal with the explosives. But if the Japanese police not only failed to arrest Nakayama Shotasu, but also exposed the fact that someone had reported it, Charlie would know for sure that he was the informer, and his career would end there.
He was not optimistic about the loyalty of the Japanese police. At least he knew that there were more than a dozen people buried in the police by the organization. As for how many people the FBI had bribed, or whether the Japanese government would give Charlie a favor and tell him about the report, it was hard to say.
So he only had one choice: to know all of Zhongshan Xiangtai's plans and dispose of all the explosives in advance, so that the police would think they were real explosives, arrest Zhongshan Xiangtai, and liquidate the Fire Spirit Holy Son Cult behind him. Otherwise, without this Zhongshan Xiangtai, Charlie could find the next Zhongshan Xiangtai, after all, people who believe in evil cults are originally mentally ill.
He had to act realistically and not let the Japanese police and Charlie see any problems. Otherwise, it would not be a cult issue, but a terrorist attack between countries.
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The next day, Nakayama Xiangtai, who had already got the explosives, was walking in the alley humming a little tune. He turned around and bumped into an old man in tattered clothes holding a paint bucket. The paint in the old man's hand splashed all over them.
"Look at the road, blind man!" Nakayama Xiangtai's good mood was completely ruined. He grabbed the old man's collar viciously. After all, these were the only few pieces of clothes he had now.
The old man opened his eyes in confusion, as if he had just been awakened from a dream. After seeing what happened, he apologized immediately. He was so flustered that his wallet fell out of his pocket. Inside the wallet was a photo of a smiling girl holding a certificate. The photo was a bit old and slightly yellowed.
After seeing the old man's face clearly, Zhongshan Xiangtai inexplicably felt a sense of closeness, just like a person stuck in a quagmire, waiting for another person stuck in a quagmire. Then, he looked down at the dropped wallet, and was stunned for a moment after seeing the photo. He thought of his daughter, so he slowed down his voice and asked: "Is this your daughter? Why don't you get a newer photo for her?" No matter how poor you are, you can't afford to take a photo.
After hearing this, the old man's expression became strange. He trembled and moved his lips, staring at Zhongshan Xiangtai. Then a tear slowly flowed from the old man's eyes. Zhongshan Xiangtai seemed to understand something, and then he heard the other party say in a barely audible voice: "I also want to take a new photo of the child..."
After saying that, the old man took a deep breath, picked up the wallet on the ground without saying a word, viciously slammed all the money in the wallet into Zhongshan Xiangtai's arms, and turned away angrily.
Something was wrong. Looking at him, it was as if I was seeing my past self. Noticing that he seemed to be going to commit suicide, the guilt and the desire to talk overwhelmed Zhongshan Xiangtai's spirit. He couldn't help but speak to keep him, "Hey, brother, I'm sorry, I mentioned your sad story. In fact... I also lost my daughter. I understand you."
The old man didn't even turn his head and cursed softly: "You know nothing."
Once he opened his mouth, it seemed that it was not that difficult to speak out his true feelings. Nakayama Xiangtai continued, "I, I also want to tell others about my daughter, but they all think I am crazy and don't want to listen. You see, you are blind and I am crazy. We are both sick. How about I tell you and you tell me?"
The old man turned around suddenly, walked back with heavy steps, punched Zhongshan Xiangtai in the chest, and said through gritted teeth: "I'm not blind!"
Seeing the old man leave again, Zhongshan Xiangtai stepped forward quickly, "Hey, brother, brother, I was wrong, you are not blind, I am. Don't go, I promise, you won't find another person in the world who can talk to you."
The old man was furious and pushed him away: "I don't need to chat with anyone."
Zhongshan Xiangtai put his hand on the other's shoulder and grinned, "Everyone needs to find someone to chat with. If they don't chat, they will go crazy. That's how I went crazy. I always feel that there is someone talking to me, but no one can see him. I call him Big Brother, after all, he looks 80 years old. They all say I'm crazy, hey, forget it, let's go, Brother will treat you to a Western meal!"
“I don’t eat Western food!”
"Who doesn't like Western food? Every time my daughter eats Western food, it's like Chinese New Year. Let me tell you..."
“I don’t eat Western food.”
"How is that possible? Western food can be..."
The two figures gradually went away. Yes, there is really no one else in the world who can chat with you.
After all, I'm here for you.
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