Chapter 68 Extra FBI Line 0
It was still a bit chilly in the United States at the end of April, and some pedestrians on the street were still wearing down jackets. Shuichi Akai wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sweat towel on his neck, staring firmly ahead, running in circles. At this time, he was doing daily exercise training at the FBI base playground.
It was 2 a.m. in Los Angeles. No one would want to run at this time, except for Shuichi Akai, who had just flown to the United States from Japan and didn't want to suffer from jet lag.
Carmel looked at Akai Shuichi's shorts and short-sleeved shirt, then looked at the trees nearby that were so thick that an adult could hug them, but were bent by the strong wind. He quickly wrapped his woolen coat tightly around himself and couldn't help shivering. "Mr. Akai...what has upset you?"
Investigator James narrowed his eyes and chuckled, and replied, "He seems to have been affected by some mysterious factors when he came back from Japan this time."
Carmel scratched his head and looked at his superior with a puzzled look, "What impact?"
The door of the room suddenly opened, and it was Judy who came in with a large stack of documents. James heard the voice and looked back. Seeing that only Judy was there, he asked in surprise, "They haven't recovered from the impact yet?"
Judy placed nearly 20 years of files related to the Fire Spirit Cult on the table in one go. The weight made the poor table groan.
"Phew~ I guess they are just avoiding work! This is my seventh trip!" Judy's chest rose and fell violently. She shook her aching arms and slumped down on the chair. But when she noticed Carmel in the room, she stood up in surprise, "Carmel, you are here to work! Great, there are still three piles that have not been moved. Please move them. I really can't do it~"
Carmel had no objection to this command. Even if Judy hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have watched her do such a lot of physical labor. "Okay, Agent Judy, I'll move the rest. You take a rest first."
"Thank you so much, those people are really..." Judy showed a speechless expression. Shuichi didn't use much force at all, but they all said that they were seriously injured, either taking leave or working, and even drove all the FBI patrol cars away.
James smiled and explained to them, "After all, they were all beaten up by Akai, so you have to work hard." Akai Shuichi was not so straight as to hit Judy, but just forced Judy to calm down outside. Compared to other agents who were more or less beaten up, Akai Shuichi still took care of Judy, after all, she was his ex-girlfriend.
Carmel was a little confused, but seeing that neither of them stopped to explain to him, he could only silently take the key from Judy and go to the archives room. When Carmel picked up the maximum number of files he could and walked out, he saw two colleagues limping towards him.
"Good morning, Carmel. Oh, no, is it morning now?" Max greeted Carmel with a wry smile. While speaking, he pulled the wound on his chest, causing him to twitch his mouth in pain.
"Good morning, Max, Philip." Carmel raised his head slightly, looked over the top of the documents, and vaguely saw the miserable state of the two of them. "What happened to you?"
Philip was better off than Max. He was only punched in the face, but it didn't affect his actions. "Mr. Akai hit us, but... we deserved it..." He covered his face with his hands, unwilling to accept the fact. Today can be included in the top three most embarrassing moments in his life. The good news is that the entire FBI accompanied him in making a fool of himself, so no one should laugh at anyone else.
"What did you do? Why did Mr. Akai beat you up?" Carmel looked confused. He didn't understand whether they were just looking for trouble or a strange new type of workplace bullying. For example, a 10-on-1 competition.
Philip and Max looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces. Finally, Philip asked, "You haven't seen Mr. Akai yet?"
Carmel nodded, then shook his head. "I saw him from quite a distance. He was running in the playground. Does that count as seeing him?"
Philip patted Camel's shoulder with a gloating look on his face, and said in a malicious tone, "It's okay, you'll understand when you see Mr. Akai." As they said that, the two of them left holding back their laughter. They could vaguely hear something like "He must be crazier than us" and "Don't tell him."
Carmel didn't quite understand, so he had to move his things back to the meeting room.
As soon as the door was opened, Shuichi Akai was standing there with a gloomy face. Judy was standing facing the wall, as if there was some beautiful painting on the wall. James was holding the file to cover his entire face, not looking out at all.
When James heard the door open, his heart skipped a beat and he felt that Carmel was doomed.
“Snap!”
"Chi! Well! Sir! Sir!"
“Bang!”
“Boom!”
"Akai! Sir! Aa ...
“Bang!”
“Boom!”
"Shut up!!! And stop hugging me!"
James had no intention of taking away the file in front of his face. He silently said in his heart, "Akai Shuichi is a murderer, Akai Shuichi is a murderer," and then he reluctantly said, "Carmel is the last FBI agent here. If you keep hitting me, no one will be able to report today."
Akai Shuichi fell into despair when he saw Carmel, who was kicked three times but still held his thigh tightly. If he didn't hit anyone, would he be held all the way to meet a colleague?
Are his colleagues koalas? One or two of them won’t let go when they see him. He is not a tree, he is an uncle. Thank you!
"I haven't asked you what's wrong with you?!" Shuichi Akai speechlessly kicked Carmel out again.
James heard a loud crash and took three steps back, facing the wall like Judy. Although he was doing well now, it was all because of his willpower. Judy had already chosen to face the wall and listen to music. Even from such a distance, he could hear what music was playing in Judy's headphones. Was Judy really not deaf?
"You may not believe it, but as soon as we saw you, we thought you were so nice and wanted to get close to you. Moreover, Antonio said that as soon as he saw you, he thought you were Jesus incarnate and wanted to kiss the back of your feet."
Then, as soon as he knelt down, Akai Shuichi, who had anticipated this, kicked him unconscious.
"Did you... go to a dinner party yesterday? Or did someone burn marijuana?" Of course Shuichi Akai didn't believe it. He just thought that his colleagues might have taken drugs and got high, or they had eaten something and got collectively poisoned.
"No, we haven't had any dinner together this week, and I just tested it, and there are no hallucinogenic substances in the air." James paused, "My suggestion is that you go to the laboratory for a check-up. I suspect you have been contaminated with some new hallucinogen. Of course, it's hard to say..." After all, no hallucinogen works through vision.
Shuichi Akai looked at Carmel who was crawling over again in silence. This state was the craziest one at the moment. Even Antonio woke up suddenly after being kicked away by him, but Carmel was still not well after being beaten. It seemed that he was seriously ill.
"Okay, I'll go to the lab." Akai Shuichi rubbed his forehead. If he didn't go, would he have to slap his colleagues before starting work?
He didn't care. After all, he was the one who beat the guy. But his colleagues would probably resign in a few days.
Another week passed, and Shuichi Akai basically lived in the laboratory. He was not treated unfairly, and no illegal experiments were organized. Because they couldn't even draw blood from Shuichi Akai, the poor experimenter was trembling with the needle and almost knelt down to Shuichi Akai. Finally, Shuichi Akai, who couldn't bear it anymore, took the needle himself and drew three full tubes for them before it was over.
Unfortunately, nothing was found, and Shuichi Akai had no physical problems. The puzzled FBI had no choice but to treat it as a special ability, just like Marvel's Superman.
They tested the scope and limitations of their abilities, as well as the extent to which they could change a person's mind. They came to a conclusion: Send Akai Shuichi to the Fire Spirit Cult as an undercover agent. Let brainwash against brainwash, and let them fight magic against magic.
Shuichi Akai's "ability" is not strong, it is more of a kind of affinity. People who first meet Shuichi Akai will only think that what he says is very reasonable, and ignore the specific content of what he said. But because Shuichi Akai is in the FBI, it is no exaggeration to say that basically everyone is a fan of Shuichi Akai. So this affinity is exaggerated to blind superstition. And if it is a religious person, Shuichi Akai dressed as a clergyman will go a step further from blind superstition to fanaticism.
In other words, the higher the favorability towards Akai Shuichi himself, the higher the degree of brainwashing. On the contrary, if you don't have a favorable impression of him, you won't be brainwashed.
When this ability exists as a long-term ability, Shuichi Akai will become a very terrifying existence. But as the experiment progressed, they also found that Shuichi Akai's ability was greatly regressing over time. After only one week, the FBI had a certain resistance.
So they packed up Shuichi Akai overnight and sent him to the Fire Spirit Cult, telling him to seize the last chance and get whatever he could.
Shuichi Akai still managed to join the church before his last halo disappeared. He was just an undercover agent in the church. Compared with ordinary believers, he was promoted faster, but he was still far from the biggest secret. But he didn't expect to achieve success overnight. He stayed in the organization for several years, but it was only a few days.
It was not until he met Kazukage Yayoi again that he suddenly realized that he was back to the situation at the beginning. Everyone thought he was right, everyone took his words as the standard, and no one cared about what he was saying.
He had a guess in his mind, but he didn't tell anyone. He believed his colleagues at the FBI, but that didn't mean he believed the U.S. government. He didn't even tell the FBI that he had returned to his original level. There was a huge difference between a brainwashing package that worked for a short time and a brainwashing package that worked for a lifetime. If he went in this time, he might not be able to get out.
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