Chapter 48 The trap tied people up and gagged them.
There's nothing that a good night's sleep can't solve.
If so, Zero recommends reflecting on both sleep depth and duration.
However, this method only treats the symptoms, not the root cause, and it doesn't include after-sales service.
For example, the next morning, Kitagawa Ryusei recalled the two years he had dragged the entire team to work overtime, and felt that he had lost out big time. In a fit of anger and embarrassment, he kicked the people out of the house.
The blond youth stood outside the door, looking desolate in the crisp morning wind.
A moment later, the door was opened again.
“Ryu…” A glint flashed in Rei Furuya’s eyes, and he was about to say something.
Then he caught a glimpse of the crossbody bag that flew out.
The door slammed shut once again.
The neighbor's child was just leaving for kindergarten. He held his mother's hand obediently and looked up as they passed by, his face full of innocent wonder: "Mommy, Uncle got kicked out."
Is it because you don't want to sleep well?
"..."
Under the apologetic gaze of the child's mother, Furuya Rei forced a friendly smile, bowed, and said, "Yes, so little one, don't be like your uncle. You need to sleep well to grow taller."
After finishing speaking, Furuya Rei turned away amidst the children's bewildered gazes, his smile turning into a thoughtful expression.
He had no special plans for today... After thinking for a moment, he decided to go and cause trouble for Shuichi Akai.
...
Shuichi Akai had just come out of the training room early in the morning, and before he could even wipe the sweat off his body, he looked up and saw a guy with blond hair that was practically flying off his head, looking at him with a restrained yet smug expression.
The coffee can in his hand was crushed.
Although Shuichi Akai wanted to simply ignore him and walk around him, Bourbon blocked the narrow passage like a road sign.
All he could ask was, "What is it?"
Rei Furuya wasn't wearing the same clothes as yesterday; the round neck barely covered anything, and Shuichi Akai only glanced down before looking away, his eyes stinging.
He had no interest in knowing how exciting the other person's day had been; he just wanted to take a shower and maybe have a smoke, so he said, "Excuse me if you're not busy."
The blond youth knew there was something important going on, and he asked, "If I remember correctly, besides you, Gin was also involved in Rum's mission, right?"
How do you plan to lure him away?
Yesterday, Rei Furuya didn't have time to discuss the specifics of the plan with Ruki Kitagawa, and this morning there was even less of a chance.
But no matter what the FBI wants to do, this is a problem that Gin cannot avoid.
As a member of the intelligence team in the public's stereotype, Rum's skills are only slightly better than the average person, but Gin is no pushover.
This man isn't the first time he's single-handedly taken on a police encirclement while carrying vodka.
To deal with Rum, we absolutely cannot let him cause trouble.
“Simple tasks certainly cannot distract him.”
Shuichi Akai knew Gin just as well as Bourbon, and he had a plan: "But we have a bait that Gin would absolutely not refuse, right?"
What does Gin hate the most?
The organization's rats.
They will relentlessly pursue anyone who shows up, aiming to kill them with a single shot to intimidate the other members, and they don't even care how much information they can get from them.
Recently, someone defected from the organization.
Reiji Furuya thought he was hallucinating for a moment, and laughed angrily: "You want to use Reiji as bait?"
Shuichi Akai didn't seem to care: "It's not like I'm asking him to come out in person."
Given Gin's obsession with undercover agents, a similar silhouette would be enough for him to pounce on them like a hungry wolf smelling blood.
However, they all knew that the person acting as bait still had to bear huge risks.
Without a second thought, Furuya replied, "The police support we provide to the FBI doesn't include this."
Unexpectedly, Shuichi Akai's reaction was indifferent: "Oh, excuse me."
This made Furuya Rei somewhat skeptical. He stepped aside, his gaze still somewhat suspicious.
Is this guy being unusually easy to talk to today?
Shuichi Akai remained silent, simply picking up a towel and wiping his face, his deliberately poker face hidden beneath the towel, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Judging from his conversation with Inspector Kitagawa yesterday, that person doesn't seem like the type to let crucial aspects of the mission spiral out of control.
Shuichi Akai was completely unaware of the details of the discussions between the FBI and the National Police Agency. It was perfectly normal for an undercover agent with "difficulty in communication" to be unable to keep up with changes in the plan.
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The second collaboration between the FBI and the police department involved far fewer preliminary probing steps.
Although the nature of the task was different, just like last time, there wasn't much preparation time, and everyone put in their utmost effort to deal with it.
Because Morofushi Kagemitsu's exposure was clearly problematic, the Metropolitan Police Department was not involved in the entire operation. Hagiwara and the others only knew that Kitagawa Ryusei had been extremely busy lately.
Rei Furuya, under the combined persuasion of Rukio Kitagawa, took on a mission in Hokkaido first, temporarily leaving Tokyo and running as far away as possible.
"To be honest, I've always thought it was a miracle that you two, as teammates, were able to move around freely instead of ending up in the interrogation room after Jingguang was exposed."
—These are the young man's own words.
...
On an ordinary afternoon, the sun was shining so warmly that people were dozing off.
Many office workers pull out their life-saving black coffee and, regardless of whether they will have insomnia at night, chug it down with their last bit of strength.
A man wearing a gray-blue hoodie, with the hood pulled up tightly, walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department.
Before stepping into the sunlight, the man subtly glanced left and right to make sure not many people were paying attention to him, and finally chose a less crowded path to leave.
However, before that, he had already walked around the entire Metropolitan Police Department, just in case no one noticed.
He took out his phone, confirmed that it was the agreed time, pulled his hood up, and headed in the direction he had planned in advance.
...
Ten minutes had passed since the meeting time, and Gin was still nowhere to be seen.
Shuichi Akai was pleased with this, but still sent a text message to Vodka to ask why.
[The eldest brother discovered traces of Scotland]
Having received the expected reply, Shuichi Akai put away his phone and breathed a sigh of relief, saying casually to the other end of the earpiece, "You guys acted quickly."
This was no compliment. Kitagawa Ryusei said coldly, "Hmph... cockroaches are more efficient than regular police officers."
With external enemies at hand, they couldn't even guarantee their internal stability.
The miniature earpiece was barely visible, hidden under the knitted hat. Shuichi Akai declined to comment, but out of humanitarian concern, he still asked, "Are you sure your colleagues are alright?"
On the other side is Gin in a mouse-catching mode.
"It's nothing." Kitagawa Ryusei said calmly, his expression unchanged. No one knew that his left and right ears were not on the same frequency at that moment.
My left ear is filled with orderly planning and arrangements, while my right ear is filled with wailing and howling.
"—Ahhh, a sniper!!"
"Boss, help me!!"
The young man in the hoodie had just turned into an alley when he suddenly sensed that something was off about the atmosphere around him.
He looked up in the direction of his strongest intuition and keenly noticed the flash of light from the scope.
Immediately dodge to the side.
The bullet grazed his head and bounced off the iron railing.
"..."
Without saying a word, the young man crouched down, covered his head, and ran away, his calm and composed demeanor completely gone.
He wailed with genuine emotion, "Killer! Killer... The Porsche 356A is here! I won't be burned alive by him, will I?!"
“The police are guarding you,” Kitagawa Ryusei reassured him, pressing down on his throbbing brow. “Get out of the alley right now. Who told you to go into such a dangerous place!”
The young man was on the verge of tears: "I was thinking this would fit the rat's character better! A颓废 (颓废 is a Chinese word that means decadent, dissolute, or颓废) middle-aged man is the perfect match for a bar alley!"
"Aaaaaah, he's still aiming! Am I really not going to die in the line of duty, boss? I'm only 26! Waaaaah!"
He shouted and dodged, moving as nimbly as a fox, completely unaffected by his surroundings.
He didn't know if Asahina Yugo would die in the line of duty, but the kid's string of interjections gave Kitagawa Ryusei a headache, as if he wanted to drag his superior down with him before he died.
Left with no other option, Kitagawa Ryusei resorted to his ultimate move, uttering a few words in a low voice: "Raise, promotion, paid leave..."
"..."
The young man straightened his back instantly upon seeing the pay raise, looking ready to deliver a speech at the Imperial Palace at any moment. He solemnly declared, "Kitagawa sir, wait until I take care of him for you!"
What silver-haired assassin 004? He can take on two people with one punch as long as the reward is right!
As they were talking, another bullet grazed the edge of their body.
"Wow!"
Asahina's hood fell down, and he screamed and cursed.
All his lofty ambitions turned into dust as he fled, and without looking back, he slipped out of the alley and ran into the main street.
...
On the rooftop, Gin stopped aiming, his dark green eyes menacing.
"I've been scammed."
He sensed something was wrong with the target when he fired the first shot.
—That Scottish mouse can't actually scurry around like a real mouse.
But Gin still fired a few more shots.
The man's hood fell down, revealing an unfamiliar face.
The photos sent by their undercover agent to the Metropolitan Police Department were unmistakably of Scotland.
The same clothes, appearing in the same place.
That means they must have changed people midway through.
This is a trap set for oneself.
The experienced assassin drew a conclusion immediately.
Is it a delusion to try and catch him?
Heh… The silver-haired assassin curled into a cruel smile. Let him see just how far these people are capable…
If Asahina Yugo knew what this person was thinking, he would definitely cry out in protest.
Thanks for the invitation... Our plan is to gang up on the lonely old man, not to take on a strong, middle-aged killer one-on-one!
Once he's in his teammates' arms, who'll still play cat and mouse with you!
...
There were countless FBI agents and police officers lying in ambush near the warehouse.
They were on high alert and attached great importance to this mission.
With the agreed-upon rendezvous time drawing ever closer, Rum still hadn't shown up. Those guarding the warehouse were reviewing the details of the plan in their minds over and over again, their nerves on edge.
They remained constantly vigilant for any suspicious individuals approaching.
Unlike the members who, even if captured, could not shake the organization's foundation, the organization's boss's long absence meant that Rum wielded immense power.
Once he is captured, even if we can't extract any information from him, it will cripple a large part of the organization's intelligence network.
It might even force the person hiding behind the scenes to reveal themselves.
No one present had ever seen Rum before and did not know his height or build.
Aside from the criminal profile and psychological profiling done by the special investigation team, the only thing that can be confirmed now is that this person has a prosthetic eye.
Because there was sufficient police force this time, and in order to keep an eye on Asahina's movements, Kitagawa Ryusei chose to stay in the command vehicle.
There are countless people hidden inside and outside this small warehouse, but on the surface, there is only Shuichi Akai.
Having been a sniper, he was least afraid of waiting for the right opportunity, so he casually found a container to lean against and smoke.
Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere gradually became somewhat tense.
The police department had installed cameras in the warehouse beforehand, and Kitagawa Ryusei was staring intently at several monitor screens.
So when a large face suddenly appeared on the previously empty monitor, he thought Rum had appeared.
"Cameron?"
His brow furrowed, he pressed the headset and accurately called out the FBI agent's name, his tone icy and serious: "What are you doing?"
In an instant, the command vehicle, the corner of the warehouse, the perimeter, and even Shuichi Akai all heard the young man's words, but could not see what was happening.
The FBI agent asked, "What?"
Andre Cameron stopped in his tracks, looking somewhat bewildered, and said with a simple "Ah": "I saw an old man in the warehouse. He might be in danger if a fight breaks out later."
From his perspective, an old man was dozing on a chair in the distant warehouse. He looked like a security guard who was watching over the warehouse and was completely unaware of his surroundings.
“There’s no elderly person in the surveillance footage,” Kitagawa Ryusei said, impressed by the FBI agent’s professionalism. A series of questions came out of his mouth: “Go back to your position. Who is your superior? Why didn’t you report the deviation from the plan?”
"Since it was your area of responsibility, why didn't you notice him before the operation?"
Working with so many people, Kitagawa Ryusei felt that Akai Shuichi's undercover life was simply a living hell.
Each and every one of these was a potentially fatal mistake, and the fact that their partners pointed it out only made it more alarming.
Cameron immediately realized what he had done, hurriedly withdrew his foot and retreated into the shadows, casting a hesitant glance in Akai Shuichi's direction.
I'm so sorry, Brother Xiu, I've embarrassed you!
Shuichi Akai exhaled a puff of smoke, not even glancing at him.
The elderly man, who had evaded all the cameras, suddenly appeared and attracted everyone's attention.
This uncertainty had to be resolved. Kitagawa Ryusei, disregarding the plight of innocent civilians, made a decision after careful consideration:
“Mr. Akai, go over there now, subdue the old man, gag him, and tie him up.”
Regardless of whether they are ordinary people who have stumbled upon the rendezvous, they should not be released at this time.
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