Chapter 52 Chapter 52 Sleeping is harmful.
As a result of spending many months in Europe, Zhu Fujingguang did leave them as a favor to Mezcal, which had taken root in Europe, but some things could be fully utilized.
Some people usually work diligently for Mezcal, but any news there, no matter how big or small, will be passed on to Zhu Fujingguang.
After all, Japan is the organization's headquarters, and there are many ambitious people there. The answer to whether or not to curry favor with the core code members who will start to get promoted after returning to the headquarters is actually very obvious.
Although one of them was not qualified to be Mezcal's confidant, he had a good relationship with Mezcal's confidant and learned from him that Mezcal was also a code-named member with unlimited potential in the Japanese headquarters. As a result, it was not known whether he took the blame for his childhood infection, and was exiled to Europe, where even the base was only the size of a classroom at that time.
Childhood dyeing?... Morofushi Kagemitsu flipped through the records for three years back, and Mezcal and Sambuga had essentially always appeared on the same application form. Looking further back, he couldn't find them, probably because they hadn't received their code names fifteen years prior.
Closing the notebook, the young man with cat eyes took out his phone and sent a text message to the number he hadn't contacted in a long time: [Would you like to catch up with an old friend, Mezcal?]
While waiting for Mezcal's reply, Zhu Fujingguang went to a bar frequented by members of the organization.
There is no particular purpose for this trip, I just want to observe the organization's current situation from another perspective.
It was no surprise to see that the place was deserted. Even Vodka, who usually came here to listen to and spread gossip, was not there. There were only some peripheral members complaining that there were too many tasks recently, but the money they received was less than before.
Looking around, Zhu Fujingguang unexpectedly saw a rare guest, Vermouth.
This world-famous actress dislikes this place and would hardly step in unless necessary, but now she is sitting in a dimly lit corner, unconsciously shaking the martini glass in her hand.
Zhu Fujingguang stood in front of the bartender and before he said anything, the other party poured him a glass of Scotch straight drink very quickly.
Zhu Fujingguang: "..."
He remembered that this body's alcohol tolerance was not very good originally, but every time he came before, he always ordered pure drinks, without drinking anything else?
He walked towards Vermouth with the cup in hand, but before he got within two steps, Vermouth, who seemed to be in a daze, spoke: "I thought you should be having fun abroad with Bourbon now."
Zhu Fujingguang sat in the empty seat opposite her, put down his glass, and signed: "I miss home sometimes too."
Perhaps it was because Zhu Fujingguang had given her a lot of convenience after taking over, Vermouth seemed to smile, and her words seemed to be sarcastic but also seemed to reveal something: "Really? Then when this family is in crisis, will Scotland help? Is there any credit for Scotland's crisis in this family?"
After saying this, she couldn't help laughing out loud: "It's a bit disgusting."
Scotland:"……"
He could never see through this woman's mind, and could only conclude that the boss was probably too overwhelmed to think about him.
There was nothing much to discuss with Vermouth. Zhu Fujingguang took a sip from his wine glass from time to time and continued to listen to the complaints of the peripheral members, whether true or false: the code members have been more resentful than ghosts lately, especially Chianti, who seems to want to snipe every passerby; the missions have been so heavy recently that I heard that the senior management is almost desperate and is preparing to establish a clock-in system; Tennessee seems to have calmed down recently. Oh, so that's not the case, it's just that his taste has become more picky, and he only targets challenging alphas lately...
Just as he was listening with gusto, Vermouth spoke up: "In the past, even if you were drunk and going crazy with gin, you were unwilling to practice your drinking tolerance. What has changed you in the past six months? Bourbon?"
Before Zhu Fushi Jingguang had time to digest the audacity of the first half of the sentence and the love-brained rebuttal of the second half, he heard a voice that was unilaterally familiar to him: "Oh, it seems I'm late?"
The person Vermouth was waiting for was actually Tennessee.
She handed the completely unfinished glass of wine—the dim light prevented Zhu Fujingguang from recognizing what it was—to Tennessee and said, "Since you're so late, shouldn't you drink a glass as a punishment?"
The man with semi-long hair wore a purple silk shirt today, but he didn't button it properly. He bent down slightly, just enough to make the rim of the cup level with the top button. "How could I steal someone's love? Especially such a beautiful woman... If she could be a little more gentle, she would be the lover of my dreams."
Zhu Fushigi Kagemitsu: "..." Okay, Hagiwara, stop talking. If you continue, Vermouth will do as you wish and pour the wine into your clothes.
It seems that Vermouth actually has a good relationship with Tennessee. Her bad mood probably has nothing to do with Tennessee, because the latter quickly and gently took the wine glass from her hand and put it back on the table, and motioned for Vermouth to hold his right hand, and Vermouth did not refuse.
Watching the two people leaving hand in hand, Morofushi Kagemitsu ignored the gossipy looks of the peripheral members who thought they had hidden it well, and he was too lazy to guess what kind of rumors would appear within the organization after tonight. He was just wondering if the matter he asked Hagiwara Kenji to investigate personally was related to Vermouth, but this was previously within Gin's responsibilities.
It turned out that his guess was correct.
In the late night, when Zhu Fushimi was sorting out materials for negotiations with Mezcal, he received an email from Tennessee. He had found out that the organization had recently detained a mother and son, Takeda Kengo's wife and his son who suffered from a rare disease.
Tennessee was unable to find any information about Takeda Kengo himself in a short period of time. After all, this kind of work must be kept secret even from the closest family members. Most importantly, the SD card Tennessee gave him as a letter of surrender did not include Takeda Kengo's name.
A few short lines of text stayed on the retina for a long time.
My brain, which had just been filled with European intelligence, was instantly empty.
The black head leaned back on the sofa, watching the air conditioner blades opposite him swinging up and down. The cold wind blew across Morofushi Jingguang's forehead, reminding him of his previous collaboration with Takeda Kengo.
Before his identity was exposed, Morofushi Kagemitsu actually never thought that Takeda Kengo would betray the Public Security Bureau and report him to the organization. The performance of this contact was as impeccable as his brilliant resume.
In order to reduce the risk of Scotland being exposed, Kengo Takeda once hid in the grass by the river in Tokyo in December for a day and a night, just to wait for Scotland, who might pass by at any time, to give him the USB flash drive.
It wasn't a deep friendship, but at least during those years, Takeda Kengo and Morobushi Kagemitsu had done their job conscientiously. He had also told himself that a close friend of his had died because of the organization, and that he couldn't be an undercover agent given his physical condition, but he hoped to do his best to help the organization's destruction.
Leaning on the sofa, Zhu Fujingguang, who had not rested for 40 hours, fell asleep unknowingly.
It was already ten o'clock in the morning when I woke up. After seeing the time, the sleepiness in the cat's eyes disappeared instantly.
The timing of Takeda Kengo's family being detained by the organization coincided with the time the public security department was searching for a contact for their new informant, eliminating the possibility of a misjudgment. This matter was of grave importance, and Morifushi Kagemitsu had originally intended to speak to Furuya Rei at dawn, using the identity of "Cat."
Sleeping is harmful.
Having completely forgotten that he used to often nag Koujunran to get at least five hours of sleep a day, Morofushi Jingguang felt guilty about not getting enough sleep, which might delay things, and took out his cell phone to call Furuya Rei.
But the call doesn't go through.
Since "Cat" and Furuya Rei have always communicated through direct phone calls and have never sent important information by email, Zhu Fushimi Jingguang now dares not rashly send such confidential information to Furuya Rei by email, and can only call him every half an hour.
But until eight o'clock in the evening, Zhufu Jingguang still did not receive any feedback from Furuya Ling, whether it was an email reply saying that he was busy or a direct call back to him... nothing, this was really too abnormal.
"Cat" had never been so anxious to find Furuya Rei. If the latter had had a minute or two to spare to see his long list of missed calls and reply to his message, he would not have disappeared without a trace.
The worry about Fūya Rei had quietly appeared in Zhufushi Jingguang's mind in the afternoon, and now it has expanded to the point where he can no longer sit still.
Zhu Fujingguang dragged out the bass bag that had not been used for a long time from the bedroom, checked the parts one by one and assembled them.
He didn't know where Rei Furuya was, but he could see the location of another person on his phone - Hiroyuki Kato.
Although Bourbon's attitude was very subtle when he was seen at the base yesterday, he updated some mission information to Scotland's mailbox from time to time, and it was obvious that he was still following up on this mission.
Hiroyuki Kato's positioning as an art museum has not changed since 5 pm.
Zhu Fujingguang drove to the art museum about 500 meters away and got out. He then walked straight to an office building he had chosen in advance. The company in this office building clearly valued a balance between work and rest. At this time, there were few employees working overtime. Zhu Fujingguang went to the top floor without disturbing anyone.
According to the map on the museum's official website and Kato Hiroyuki's location, the other party should be in the office of Exhibition Hall 2. However, looking from here in the office building, the entire museum is pitch black, and there is no sign of anyone inside.
But what this cat-eye sniper lacks the least is patience.
Although it was already night, the heat dissipated slowly in the city. His abdomen was pressed against the floor, which had not yet completely lost its preheated temperature. Soon his clothes were soaked with sweat, but Zhu Fu Jingguang did not frown at all.
About ten minutes later, a very faint human figure swayed in the window he was staring at. It seemed that someone was struggling with something, or maybe someone was just tired of sitting and wanted to change posture.
Seizing that moment, the bullet flew from the rooftop to the art gallery, shattering the glass and landing accurately next to the figure just now.
Satisfied to see that the art gallery, which had been like a stagnant pool, began to fall into chaos, the sniper quickly put away his sniper rifle and rushed to the gallery as fast as he could.
Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't need to know who the figure was just now, he just needed to muddy the waters.
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