When Usuke Sakata stuffed the criminal Shoko Yamashiro into the back seat and was about to let the rest of the people who needed to record their statements take another police car, he found that Senior Takashi was looking down at his cell phone and had no intention of getting in the car.
He opened the driver's door, a little confused, but still asked:
"Takashi-senpai, aren't you going back to the police station?"
"My friend has something to ask me, so I won't go back to the police station. I'll give you the confession and the report. Is that okay?" Fujiwara Yu acted like a senior, trying to push some trivial matters to the juniors as much as possible. Even in the Osaka Police Headquarters, this traditional system of the Japanese workplace still exists.
Of course, he is not the type to exploit his juniors usually, but he has something important to do today, so he can only ask Sakata Yusuke to work overtime alone tonight. He can just treat him to a meal another day as compensation.
"Then take care, senior. I will take them back first."
"Well, drive safely."
After watching several police cars leave, Fujiwara Yu did not rush directly to Osaka Morinomiya Station. Instead, he hailed a taxi as quickly as possible and went to Hattori's house, where he took out what Toru Izumitani had prepared for him - a white bass bag containing a Remington M40A1 sniper rifle.
However, his luck was still a bit bad. Just as Fujiwara Yuu reached the entrance and was about to bend down to change his shoes, Hattori Heiji, who had no club activities to attend today and had gone home early, appeared in front of him. He looked at Takashi with a strange expression on his face:
"Huh? Brother Yingsi, you got off work early today, but are you going out?"
Is that a bass bag he's carrying? When did Yingsi-ge secretly learn music? I've never heard him mention playing bass before. If I had known this, I should have let him show me his skills.
For adolescent boys, boys who can play music are more attractive than boys who are good at all sports. After all, learning music well requires enough patience and perseverance. People like Hattori Heiji who are full of passion and endless enthusiasm cannot sit there for a long time and accept guidance from others.
"Yeah, meeting a friend."
"Is that so? Then can you play bass for me when you come back?"
Fujiwara Yu, who had absolutely no musical talent, naturally couldn't play the bass. In just a few seconds, he had already thought of the appropriate words and explained calmly:
"Hattori, you misunderstood. This is my friend's bass guitar. His family didn't approve of him playing music before, so they left it with me. Now that he's financially independent and has moved out, it's only natural that he wants to continue pursuing his dreams."
"Ah, so that's how it is. I thought you could do that, Brother Yingsi."
"I'm so sorry to disappoint you. I should be back soon. I'll practice kendo with you later."
"Okay, then I'll go do my homework first!"
After changing his shoes, Fujiwara Yuu walked out with his bass bag on his back. He took a taxi to Morinomiya Station and stood at Exit 3b as agreed, but he did not see Morofushi Kagemitsu. It seemed that he had arrived early.
In order not to make himself too conspicuous, he walked to the vending machine, randomly selected a coffee, leaned against the wall and took a sip, his eyes looking around every time he raised his hand to drink the drink.
As the agreed time drew closer, the station gradually filled up, and even at rush hour, it was practically packed. Fortunately, Fujiwara Yuu was at a relatively high altitude. At 1.9 meters tall, he tilted his chin slightly to survey the crowd, eventually spotting Morobushi Kagemitsu, wearing a gray hoodie and carrying the same bass bag as him.
There was no one else around Zhu Fujingguang. It seemed that the code member who was carrying out the mission with him was not the suspicious type, which made it easier for them to exchange information.
Zhu Fujingguang, with the brim of his hat lowered, was also observing the people around him. After making sure that no one else was paying attention to what was happening on his side, he boldly walked towards the vending machine.
At the same time, Fujiwara Yuya took off the white bass bag on his back while observing, quickly exchanged the bass bags with each other in the crowd and put them on his shoulders naturally. They did not communicate with each other through any words or eye contact.
According to the original plan, we should have gone into the toilet inside the station to exchange, but since there was no tail following us, there was no need to do that. It was also possible to exchange in the crowd.
Fujiwara Yu walked out of the station carrying a white bass bag of varying weights. He went all the way to the rooftop of a nearby apartment building and then unzipped it to check - there was no sniper rifle inside, only a bass of the same model.
Without even seeing the documents and envelope, he raised his brows and fumbled for a dagger from his trouser leg. He destroyed the bass in a violent way and successfully obtained the brown paper bag hidden inside.
[I'm currently investigating Itakura Taku in Osaka with a guy codenamed Tequila. We've also heard from Bourbon that the organization is investigating Schindler & Co. and is currently having the intelligence team gather relevant intelligence.]
[P.S.: Ah You, it’s a shame I can’t have a good chat with you, but you must be very happy working in a place like this lately, right?]
Are you happy?
Fujiwara Yuu looked up at Osaka Castle Park not far away, a faint smile on his face as he muttered to himself:
“…Well, it’s indeed a very nice scenery.”
It is indeed a blessing and a kind of luck that he can enjoy such scenery in his spare time at work.
Because he knew very well what his two best friends would do in the organization, he was much happier than them as undercover agents. At least he did not need to live in fear every day and he had enough freedom.
Fujiwara Yu pulled a lighter from his pocket, stuffed the letter back into the brown paper bag, and lit it. He stared at the flames while dialing an international number. He needed to expedite his return to the United States before the organization could do anything.
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