September 7, 2000, Thursday.
00:24 Tokyo time, 3-7-499, Beido-machi, Tokyo.
The streets in the residential area are very narrow. The silver-gray Citroën BX Hatchback slows down and drives to the designated parking space in front of the apartment building. On the side of the road, you can also see a man in a suit sleeping on a telephone pole. He is probably the "alcohol loser" of the nearby izakaya.
They drink like this simply because of work annoyances or family discord, and they just want to drink to relieve stress. The next day, after sobering up, they swear they'll never drink again, but when faced with setbacks, they'll head to the izakaya again without hesitation.
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There is no shortage of people like this on the streets of Tokyo.
It was past midnight when he finally got off work from Nichimi TV and returned to the safe house. Hondou Eikai turned off the car lights and took out the keys. He glanced warily at the drunk man in a suit, and after making sure that she was not a spy planted by the organization in front of the apartment, he dragged his tired body upstairs.
She fumbled out the copper key with the cartoon-shaped keychain of Yoko Okino of the Earth Ladies Team from her key bag, opened the security door, and bent down to change into slippers on the insole.
Thinking about having to go to the TV station for a morning meeting tomorrow morning, she couldn't help but sigh. The pressure of being a corporate slave is really great.
It wasn't because she was too busy with work, but because she hadn't received any messages from the CIA in more than a year. She didn't know what to do... because she knew that with her personal abilities, she had no way of escaping the organization's control.
Running away would only hasten her death, but if Cia had already abandoned her, she couldn't continue to work for the organization. Now she was in a complete dilemma, and she really didn't know when she could get rid of the pseudonym "Rena Mizunashi".
Hondou Eikai walked towards the living room with his head lowered, and in the dark he threw his handbag towards the sofa with incredible precision. It was obvious that he had done this action countless times and was so confident that he could hit the target even with the lights off.
However, in this dark and dim environment, a man's voice suddenly appeared in the house where he lived alone.
"Oh, your vigilance is really poor."
The voice is clear, bright, clean, and highly recognizable. However, the Kansai accent sounds very awkward, as if it was learned at the last minute. The intonation is so deliberate that it is obvious that he is not from Kansai.
And the way he spoke sounded like he'd known me for a long time. Could it be that his identity had been exposed, and the organization had arranged for the task force to assassinate him? Could the drunken man near the telephone pole also be the organization's spy planted in front of the apartment building?
Hondou Eikai's brain was working rapidly. She didn't care about too much and reached out to take out the pistol hidden at her waist. However, she never expected that a strong hand would press directly on her hand that was drawing the gun, and a chill came over her neck.
The silver dagger was placed directly on her neck. She even felt that if she resisted, the carotid artery in her neck would be brutally cut by the other party. With such skills... could he really be a member of the organization?
"You don't really think that just because you're a famous female host at Nichiuri TV, the organization won't dare to attack you?" The mysterious man with extraordinary skills spoke with a tone full of sarcasm, and it was obvious that he disdainful of Hondou Eikai's close combat skills.
Hondou Eikai was just about to ask who he was, but he didn't expect the other party to show no mercy and directly pinned him against the wall. His face was pressed against the wall and he couldn't move at all. His hands were also pinned behind his back and he couldn't struggle against the other party's grip.
She tried to get him to let go by stepping on his instep, but the mysterious man guessed her idea and stepped on her instep first, teasing her in his poor Kansai accent:
"I'm so sorry I stepped on your foot."
"Who the hell are you?!"
Hondou Eikai couldn't believe that she was completely unable to fight back. This mysterious man must be a code member of the organization, but none of the code members she had met spoke with a Kansai accent.
"If I wanted to do something bad to you, I would have done it the moment you walked in the door."
"What do you mean?"
Just when Hondou Yinghai was puzzled, the force that was holding her down disappeared instantly. She immediately reached out and took out the Colt M1911A1 pistol hidden in her right trouser leg, and tried to locate the opponent by listening to the sound in the darkness.
But just after a snap of her fingers, the lights in the living room suddenly came on. Hondou Eikai, who was already accustomed to the dark environment, narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to get used to the bright environment quickly. She realized that the other party was near the main light switch near the door, so she raised her gun and aimed quickly.
"Where are you looking? There's no one there."
Hondou Eikai turned around in surprise, looking at the purple-haired young man sitting peacefully on the sofa. How could this be possible? Could this guy teleport, or was he just too slow?
However, what surprised her even more was the name that the purple-haired young man blurted out next.
"Hondou Eikai, don't point the gun at me... Haven't you figured out who I am yet?"
This man actually knows his real name?
Then he could only be an agent of the CIA. You know, it was entirely his father's arrangement for him to infiltrate the organization. He was only intended to be a liaison for a short period of time. Who knew such a thing would happen, so that his current situation is very embarrassing.
After a moment of calm reflection, Hondou Eikai still didn't find the man familiar. She stared intently at the fair, handsome face for a long time, until she noticed the rare, childlike blue hue. She then lowered her pistol and exclaimed, stunned:
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