Chapter 42: Unexpected plans are meant to be disrupted.
It's impossible not to approach them!
Never in this lifetime!
What's more, Ryusei is currently staying in a hotel with a complete stranger.
Furuya Rei, of course, trusted her boyfriend completely and wholeheartedly, but she also knew that her male colleagues didn't pay much attention to their image when they went on business trips together.
What if the other person comes out shirtless while taking a shower? Wouldn't his Ryusei have to look at him twice to wash his eyes?
In short, it's definitely not because she was so angry with Shuichi Akai that she needed Ryusei's comfort.
Thinking this, Furuya Rei first had the elevator stop on his floor, handed the room key to Morofushi Kagemitsu, and asked him to help create the illusion that he was in the room to prevent the cunning FBI from launching a sneak attack.
He then put on his baseball cap and climbed the stairs to the 16th floor.
His nimble movements showed no sign of frustration.
Seeing his childhood friend disappear without a trace, Morofushi Kagemitsu's previously blank face broke into a fake smile: "So I guess I'll have to write the report after all?"
However, Furuya Rei had already gone far away and didn't hear that sentence at all.
Thump, thump thump, thump.
Outside the suite on the 16th floor, Furuya Rei knocked on the door following the signal given by the police.
Separated by just a door, the blond youth couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.
Although the main business of exchanging intelligence was still involved, the thought of seeing it soon made me realize...
The door was pulled open a crack, and the half-face that peeked out was both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.
Anyway, it's not the person he's thinking of.
Two pairs of eyes, one purple and one blue, stared at each other in surprise, and then they spoke in unison:
"It's you?!"
The entrance wasn't the place to be surprised. The curly-haired officer poked his head out and looked around the corridor to make sure no one was there.
Don't just stand there like an idiot.
He reacted quickly, grabbing the blond youth by the collar and dragging him inside.
Inside the suite, parts of some unknown object were scattered all over the floor, radiating outwards from an open area.
The moment made Furuya Rei feel dazed, as if he had returned to the time when he accidentally wandered into Matsuda Jinpei's dormitory at the police academy.
The suite, which was neat and tidy before I checked in, now looks extremely messy, mainly because of all the things scattered around.
The sofa was cluttered with other items, and Matsuda Jinpei didn't bother to make room for the person behind him. He sat down on the empty space on the floor and continued fiddling with the pile of parts.
He was more interested in disassembling guns than meeting the blond bastard he knew was on a secret mission.
This is Thompson, the kind of guy even the Metropolitan Police Department can't touch!
As luck would have it, Rei Furuya thought the same thing.
He first looked around, and only after not seeing Kitagawa Ryusei did he ask, "What are you doing here?"
Matsuda Jinpei, engrossed in the intricate parts, didn't even look up, but raised a finger and shook it: "I was forced to sign a confidentiality agreement to help out."
It wasn't voluntary.
He was the only one from the Metropolitan Police Department among the people involved, and he didn't know anyone except for Kitagawa Ryusei.
These FBI agents aren't even as pleasing to the eye as Rei Furuya, not to mention those black-clad organization members who make you want to take them out.
He could only look, not arrest. If Kitagawa Ryusei hadn't told him that the FBI's weapons could be dismantled at will, he definitely wouldn't have readily agreed to help.
Speaking of Kitagawa Ryusei, Matsuda Jinpei finally guessed what the guy had been looking for while peeking in. He pointed to the room behind him: "He just got back, he's in the bedroom—"
"Thanks!"
Upon hearing this, Furuya Rei didn't wait for anyone to finish speaking before walking around the gun wreckage on the ground and his darling into the room.
I was getting ready to take a shower...
After mentally completing the remaining half of the sentence, Matsuda Jinpei subtly expressed his speechlessness, then lowered his head and fiddled with his work.
Ugh, it's so annoying. Being a tsukkomi (complainer) really requires talent.
...
The door to the room was unlocked; once it was pushed open, a tall figure could be seen with his back to the door.
"Ryuu?"
Kitagawa Ryusei had only taken off half of her clothes, her coat casually tossed on the hanger, when she heard the sound and turned around.
The young man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His rolled-up shirt sleeves revealed only a section of his forearm. He was still reviewing the details of his conversation with the woman from the organization, his gaze colder than any Furuya Rei had ever seen.
Although her clothes and appearance hadn't changed much, the person in front of her seemed to have a completely different soul. No wonder even Vermouth, who was an expert in makeup and performance, couldn't tell the difference.
The completely unfamiliar and dangerous Kitagawa Ryusei.
Because it was unfamiliar, I was so moved when I saw the ice in those eyes melt away.
"You've arrived."
Kitagawa Ryusei's gaze fell on the blond youth, but he was not surprised, nor did he realize that his gaze had changed. He simply raised his hand to untie his scarf.
Rei Furuya stared intently for a while, then stepped forward and stood in front of the young man: "I'll help you."
The word "no need" stuck in his throat, and the person who was already close to him lowered their head, their gaze falling on his neck.
Just being watched gives one a sense of threat, like being locked on by a wild beast.
But Furuya Rei did nothing; his ten fingers were very neatly untying his scarf.
"Cough," Kitagawa Ryusei suddenly realized that he had misunderstood and guiltily turned his head away.
"What are you thinking about?" The height difference between the two allowed Furuya Rei to see the expression on his face clearly. He deliberately lowered his voice, and the end of his sentence sounded strangely sticky: "You can say it openly."
It sounded like they had ill intentions.
The blush on his ears turned white again in the next second. Kitagawa Ryusei: "..."
Kitagawa Ryusei chose not to respond: "Go back, Bourbon, and bring out Zero."
"Zero was so angry at the damned FBI that he lost his mind." Without thinking, Furuya Rei complained in a very shameless tone.
“We’re allies, yet he’s trying to use Hiro to exclude me.”
Imagineing that scenario, Kitagawa Ryusei spoke frankly: "They don't even know you're allies."
This statement may have ignited some kind of fuse in the head of zero.
He instantly tightened his grip on Kitagawa Ryusei's scarf, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his voice filled with disbelief and grievance: "Ryusei actually spoke up for him..."
Her words were filled with grievance, but her hands didn't loosen their grip—what's the point of a scarf, besides being pretty, if not to be pulled around?
"Don't speak up for him, don't pull me, this is out of my own pocket!" The tightened scarf brought a slight feeling of suffocation, and Kitagawa Ryusei's vest wrinkled a bit as he struggled.
For the first time, he felt that this guy might not be a cat, but more like a golden retriever, who would pounce on him and rub against him whenever he was happy or unhappy.
"We have serious business to discuss, stop fooling around."
This mission plan is a bit more complicated than the initial one.
The incident began when an FBI agent discovered that the organization had acquired the Osprey, a relatively new U.S. military aircraft, prompting them to immediately devise a new plan.
The Japanese National Police Agency was responsible for investigating the other party's gemstone trail, while the FBI was responsible for investigating where rats had dug holes in their own home.
The previously surplus manpower now had to be split into two groups, with the undercover agents sent by both sides to keep track of the organization's movements from within.
"Hiro and I are making good progress. Since the Osprey matter is more important, Vermouth has entrusted the gem matter to the three of us."
Rei Furuya briefly mentioned a few important points.
"I'll work overtime tonight and should be able to compile the relevant information."
His actions are no slower than those of the FBI.
Rei Furuya is very confident about this.
Kitagawa Ryusei also had confidence in Furuya Rei's business acumen, but...
He turned his head to look at his shoulder, which had just been brushed against. His shoulder was stiff, and his gaze was empty. He tried to speak calmly and indifferently: "Zero, how many hours do you usually sleep a day?"
"About five or six hours, what's wrong?" Furuya Rei was confused, but subconsciously reported an inflated figure.
In fact, he often loses track of time because of work, and by the time he finishes work and the computer screen goes out, it's usually almost dawn.
Rei Furuya, who never thought there was anything wrong with it, saw her boyfriend pick up a conspicuous golden hair from his shoulder.
She picked it up, waved it in front of his eyes, and uttered cruel words from her warm lips: "...You're shedding fur."
Jianggu Ling: "..."
Kitagawa Ryusei wasn't naive enough to think that five or six hours was the average; he twirled the hair around his fingertip and put it in his pocket.
Thinking of the other guy in the house whose fur was getting thicker and thicker because of the temperature drop, he looked up with a gaze even more ruthless than when Rei Furuya walked in, and said, "There can't be a second furry creature in the house..."
In the suite's living room, the curly-haired police officer, who had been unusually kind enough to give the two of them some private space, sat on the floor yawning. Just as he opened his mouth, he felt a gust of wind blow past him.
In an instant, Matsuda Jinpei saw a shadow flash by.
Then the door to the room opened and closed without making much noise.
The parts that were originally scattered on the ground had disappeared, leaving only a complete gun on the ground. Matsuda Jinpei had dismantled it to his heart's content, his face full of satisfaction and drowsiness, and finally he was willing to spare half a glance for the mortal with body heat.
He looked up and cast a surprised glance at Kitagawa Ryusei, who was walking out of the room: "Why did he run so fast?"
He ran as if a vicious dog was chasing him.
"Who knows? Let's hurry and go to sleep."
*
Unlike Rei Furuya, who is about to face a family status crisis caused by sleep deprivation, the first collaboration between the Japanese police and the FBI is an extraordinary success.
With the BOSS's tacit approval, the organization only made its allies wait two days before gathering everything they needed.
We'll just wait until the third night to exchange money for goods.
The FBI certainly doesn't have that much money, and they certainly won't actually buy a dozen boxes of jewels and an Osprey to take back home. You know, the deposit for the jewels alone caused both sides a lot of trouble for a long time.
God knows why these Mafia members are so rich.
Fortunately, they have obtained the information they wanted.
What follows is a drama of the Mafia breaking their contract, committing murder and robbery, all with malicious intent.
The fact that the plan was going too smoothly made Kitagawa Ryusei somewhat uneasy.
He raised his hand to press his throbbing brow, repeatedly checking each step of the plan, and thinking about potential problems and countermeasures.
Hearing this person already hypothesize about what to do if "the other party already knows their identities and is deliberately luring them into a trap," Matsuda Jinpei finally couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.
"Just go straight for it, there are our people all around."
The more you think, the more hesitant you become. In such situations, stepping on the gas can solve most problems.
As it turns out, reality is often far more absurd than plans and guesses.
An unexpected incident still occurred.
The trucks carrying goods drove into the dock warehouse, but instead of stopping at the entrance, they drove straight toward the warehouse door where people were standing.
Inside the cab, the driver looked terrified and shouted something. The sound from the glass partition made the scene seem like an exaggerated silent play.
"Get out of the way!"
Kitagawa Ryusei shouted and pulled Matsuda Jinpei aside.
With the situation unclear, the FBI and Japanese police immediately dodged and rolled to the sides.
Although no one was injured, they were scattered by the current.
The truck crashed all the way into the depths of the warehouse before coming to a stop. Several containers were crushed and deformed by the front of the truck, and the cab was silent.
Vermouth recognized that the driver was indeed one of theirs and suddenly turned her head: "What's going on?!"
Before he could finish speaking, several gunshots rang out from all around.
Several people dressed in work clothes, clearly special agents, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, quickly found cover, and opened fire on the two groups of people whose targets were obvious.
"That's a question we should be asking!" Convinced that this wasn't part of the FBI's or any of their plans, Matsuda Jinpei raised his hand to press down on his sunglasses, which had nearly flown off during his dodge.
He said without any hesitation, "This is your car!"
Vermouth had no time to explain; she raised her hand to press the earpiece and contacted Bourbon, who was guarding the perimeter.
Rei Furuya was clearly also out of the loop, but reason quickly brought him back to his senses.
His first thought was, "These people have a backup plan, Vermouth!"
At the same time, Kitagawa Ryusei also thought of him.
Regardless of which force wants to sabotage this deal, if it were Kitagawa Ryusei, he would simply deliver the destructive weapon to the enemy.
Having defused countless bombs, Matsuda Jinpei had developed an exceptional intuition.
"There's a bomb in the car!"
Before his warning could reach everyone, an agent raised his gun and aimed it at a spot on the truck.
The bullet left the barrel instantly!
It was this very act of standing up that allowed Vermouth to spot a familiar face among the shooters, and her eyes filled with rage.
Almost at the same moment, Kitagawa Ryusei noticed the person standing in front of him. Without thinking about his position, he pulled him over and pushed him behind him, opening the car door to block the group.
"Bang!!"
The already damaged windows on both sides were shattered by the violent explosion, and sharp, crystalline fragments flew out with a cold glint.
Flames stretched out behind them, and the warehouse was instantly engulfed in flames!
Upon seeing the truck explode, the agents exchanged glances and immediately withdrew to leave.
Amidst the smoke and flames, a Hello Bike sped out, carrying a blonde woman wearing a helmet, her gloves, which would have hindered her grip on the gun, thrown behind her.
A woman's voice, filled with gritted teeth, simultaneously rang in the earpieces of the three Bourbon members: "CIA..."
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