Chapter 67: Extra FBI Secret Line 3
1:30 p.m.
When the appointed time came, Nakayama Shotasu pressed the button and heard a loud roar. He excitedly ran to the phone booth to call the police, and then quickly read the script that Akai Shuichi had given him.
"I didn't read a single word wrong!" He clenched his fist and gave himself a cheering gesture, then sighed. He pulled the suitcase hard, but it didn't move at all. Although he successfully finished reading the manuscript, he couldn't solve the problem of the explosives being unable to be dragged. He lay on the ground and thought for a while, planning to steal a small cart from the convenience store next door.
2:00pm
At this time, Carmel was trying to find a way to get rid of the police who came to investigate because of surveillance footage, and he didn't notice that Nakayama Xiangtai picked up a cell phone from the trash can in the alley behind him.
Looking at the message on his phone, Zhongshan Xiangtai's expression suddenly turned cold. The message read: [He destroyed the explosives. If you don't believe it, you can try to detonate it. Also, someone is watching you, don't expose yourself.]
Without any hesitation, Nakayama Shotasu immediately pressed the button in his pocket, even if it meant that Shiraishi might be killed by him. He waited for a long time but did not hear the explosion like the first time. Ten minutes later, he looked through the glass of the convenience store and saw that there was still no news on the TV. His face suddenly became extremely ugly.
"What should I do? What should I do...if..." Nakayama Xiangtai looked around anxiously, trying to determine who was watching him. Then he saw the police at the end of the alley and shrank back into the sewer in fear. Suddenly a voice came to his ear: "Why are you so anxious? Since he is looking for you, he must have a plan. Why don't you just reply directly?"
"Brother!" Zhongshan Xiangtai was not surprised by his brother's sudden appearance, but his brother's appearance at this time was undoubtedly the pillar of stability in his heart. Then he regained some of his rationality and followed his brother's instructions. With the help of the firelight that lit up from nowhere, he fumbled with the buttons on the flip phone and typed: [What do you want to do? ]
The other party quickly replied: [You have already detonated it? You know, he changed the explosives, I can give you new explosives. However, I need you to deceive him. It's a simple and cost-effective deal, isn't it? ]
【Why do you help me? 】
Charlie replied with a smile on his face on the other end of the phone: [Because I hate these pagans too]
Seeing that Nakayama Xiangtai agreed to his proposal without hesitation, Charlie then shifted his gaze from the phone to the FBI men and said, "Replace all the explosives that Akai has placed, and then take 300 kilograms from the base's warehouse to Nakayama. Brown, who is guarding the gate today, will be taken away by Jones for a drink later. Take my key and go in. Be careful and don't be seen. I will deal with the base surveillance. Also, remember to deal with Nakayama Xiangtai's phone. It will be troublesome if the program in it is discovered by the Japanese police. Steal it when handing it over."
The subordinate was about to speak but stopped himself. As the last conscience of mankind, he spoke up and advised: "Sir, these are the lives of tens of thousands of Japanese..."
Charlie narrowed his eyes and glared at his indecisive subordinate, but then he turned his face into an upright expression and said righteously: "The Fire Spirit Cult, do you know how many Americans have been missing in the past hundred years? A conservative estimate is 100,000. Akai Shuichi is currently the highest-ranking undercover agent. If he can gain the trust of the bishop, how many Americans can be saved and how much honor the FBI can get, have you ever thought about it?"
"These are the lives of 100,000 Americans. Isn't that more than 10,000? You have to know that the trolley problem has never been a moral issue. Whether you choose to kill one person or five people, stay on the right track or change the track, it is killing. I don't care about correctness, I care about my citizens, my family, and my friends. Since Akai is unwilling to make that choice, I will help him choose."
"He will thank us. He doesn't have to do anything to be a hero."
The subordinate was silent for a moment after his impassioned speech, but he finally took the key and said, "...Yes, I understand. I will complete the task. However, the Japanese police have already searched the Tokyo Skytree, and it is too late to change the explosives. Do we still need to change the remaining two places?"
Charlie poured himself a glass of wine and shrugged indifferently, "I didn't expect them to be so smart today. Forget it, let's not change the one Akai put there, since Nakayama didn't appear in the surveillance anyway. But he will put the explosives in Ginza later, so we must make sure he appears in the surveillance and choose a place with many surveillance cameras nearby to hand over. Oh, he said he wants to hand it over at the Toy Museum, um... okay, go help him pry open the back door and let him go upstairs. Notify him to come over later at 11:30."
Charlie thought for a moment and finally reminded, "Oh, right, find a way to get that Carmel away, otherwise Zhongshan won't be able to come to take over. Wait until you put all the explosives away around 11 o'clock, otherwise with Akai's brain, he will definitely know that we have done something."
11:00 p.m.
[Mr. Akai, I'm sorry, something went wrong here and I can't continue following you.]
Akai Shuichi frowned as he looked at Carmel's text message. He had felt something was wrong since this afternoon, but he couldn't tell what it was. [What's going on?]
Carmel looked at the group of mamas wearing heavy makeup and black fishnets, and sweat dropped. This... this is hard to describe, Mr. Akai.
"Hey, little brother~ Come to our house to play~ We have a blonde beauty~ Or do you prefer Japanese beauties~"
"No, no, no, lady, please." Carmel pretended not to speak Japanese and pushed the person forward with difficulty.
A group of mamas looked at each other and then laughed. The tallest one among them raised his eyebrows, and Carmel felt that the other person's powder was falling off. "No ladies? We didn't say that our family is ladies', we are all men~"
Everyone said in unison: "Yes~ they are all men~"
Carmel wanted to cry but had no tears. No wonder his hands and arms were sore, but he didn't push them away. It turned out that they were all men. Looking at their muscles and physiques, he even suspected that the mamasan had a side job as boxers. He took out his phone with difficulty and called: [Mr. Akai...#%...#￥...%%]
"Brother~Don't be shy~Do you want the top one? Or the bottom one? Or~"
"I want all of them~" Facing the passionate kiss of Mama-san, Carmel simply used all his strength to resist. I don't know whether it was abducted or kidnapped, even the phone was snatched away by Mama-san. Carmel took the opportunity of the moment when the phone was taken away to send a text message, hoping to give Mr. Akai some reminders. Akai Shuichi stared at the string of garbled characters on the phone, was silent for a moment, and called directly.
One of the mamasan picked up the phone with a smile, and Akai could barely make out what the other party was saying from the noisy background: "Hey~ Are you this little brother's boyfriend? It's a pity~ He can't accompany you today~ Because we are... having an In party~"
"Hahahaha, you scared me~" Another clip sound appeared, and there were more clip sounds chirping behind.
...He knew what had happened. Nakayama Shotasu went to or passed by Kabukicho. Carmel followed him and was harassed by a shop owner who was soliciting customers. But Carmel's appearance was not one that would be easily approached, not to mention that when he got angry, he could stop a child from crying at night. Someone had intervened in this matter, and this person was very familiar with him and Carmel, so it was self-evident who this person was.
Akai Shuichi hung up the phone without saying a word. It is now 11:00. It takes 20 minutes to get from Kabukicho to Ginza by subway, and Nakayama Shotasu has 40 minutes to deal with the explosives. He opened the phone book, turned to Amuro Toru's business card, and paused for a long time. No, Amuro Toru has no right to stop the Sanno Festival, and it is useless to call him. What's more, if Amuro Toru can't explain the source of the information, it will increase Amuro Toru's burden. He must help Amuro Toru do something big, so big that the Japanese government has to believe Amuro Toru's statement and suspend the Sanno Festival.
He put down his phone and looked back at Hie Shrine. He had just confirmed that there were no explosives inside. Now...
Shuichi Akai lowered his eyes and slowly turned on the lighter. The flame was like a smear of nonexistent color in the air, so light that it had no sense of existence. Shuichi Akai hesitated for a second, then threw it lightly, and the color spread, gradually dyeing the shrine bright red.
Let’s hope that this fire can truly bring new life to everyone as the teachings say.
12:00pm
"There was an explosion! Big brother! Did you see it? How many people died? A hundred? A thousand? Ten thousand?" Zhongshan Xiangtai jumped wildly in place with joy.
【Seven】
Nakayama Shotasu's smile froze instantly. "What? Seven?"
[What a shame, it's totally not enough]
"How is this possible, how is this possible!" Zhongshan Xiangtai took out a machete, cut his finger, and then frantically drew a formation on the ground, causing his blood to drain rapidly. The eldest brother shrugged and gradually disappeared. Zhongshan Xiangtai was unaware, and he kept muttering, "Fire, seven people, not enough, sacrifice. Haruko, don't be afraid, death is not the end, Dad will revive you!" He will!
"Ah, Mr. Exploder, wow, I didn't expect you still have fifteen years to live." A relaxed and leisurely voice, but with some weird content, came.
2:00 AM
"James! What are you doing?" Charlie was pulled up from the bed with great force and staggered.
"Charlie, we suspect that you stole 300 kilograms of explosives from the warehouse. We will prosecute you for embezzlement and trafficking in dangerous goods. Of course, I will not accuse you of participating in and directing today's explosion. I will only accuse you of abuse of power." James smiled sarcastically, "You don't need to report such a small matter to the higher-ups, right? But if your abuse of power is known to everyone, do you think you can still get a promotion?"
If Charlie is revealed to be the mastermind of the bombing, the higher-ups will definitely protect Charlie for the sake of national reputation, and may even bite back at him and Akai. But if it is just a minor matter like abuse of power, the higher-ups will not take action, which means that although he will not be punished too much, Charlie's career will end here.
"You! James!"
Before Charlie could finish his evil words, James blocked his mouth with a pillowcase and said, "Take him away!"
8:30 AM, 6:30 PM in the US
Bishop Okuyama of the Fire Spirit Church was sitting in a chair after dinner, holding a thick stack of reports. He picked two and read them with interest, and then found that the TV suddenly broadcast the Tokyo News of Japan. He watched it with sadness in his eyes, prayed devoutly for the deceased, and then called Father Kurokawa.
"Father Kurokawa, are you busy?"
"It's okay. Can you come to the church now?"
"Of course. After all, they are the parents of your deceased lover. It is only right for you to show filial piety to them. There is no rush. By the way, I seem to have heard that the Fire Spirit Saint Cult did something bad yesterday, so... have you resolved your issue?"
"I see, Father Kurokawa is much more powerful than I thought~"
"Of course, the glory of the Holy Father will shine on everyone. Even traitors can receive the same glory."
“May the glory of the Holy Father be with you and me.”
Bishop Oshan hung up the phone, picked up the paper cup of beer in front of him, raised it high to the sky, and whispered: "To celebrate our success, the three of us... Cheers"
His lovely, poor, pathetic lamb, never knew for whom he died.
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