20:50, Tokyo International Airport.
Shuichi Akai, wearing a black windbreaker, rushed to the airport with four new investigators to prepare to board the plane. Fujiwara Yu, who drove them there, was naturally present and did not forget to blackmail them before getting off the car.
"Please put the prohibited items in the back seat of the car, otherwise I won't help you if you can't pass security."
Pistols, flash grenades, and magazines popped out from the bodies of these FBI investigators one after another. When Kamal put down his pistol, his face was full of pain. He was really reluctant to part with his beloved gun.
Fujiwara Yu turned to look at White, who was sitting in the driver's seat with an unhappy expression, and said:
"White, just wait for me in the car. I'll go see them off."
"Huh? Mr. Claire, why are you still sending them?"
White has never had a good impression of the FBI. Before Claire helped him, he was treated as a suspect by the bad-tempered FBI investigator, so he was very unhappy that he had to escort the FBI out of Japan.
Fujiwara Yu patted White's shoulder soothingly, then got out of the car and followed Akai Shuichi and others, walking slowly towards the airport lobby.
It was not until these FBI investigators were about to line up for security checks that he put his hands in his pockets and called out someone's name:
"Akai Shuichi."
To be honest, it is rare to hear someone call me by my full name. This reminds Shuichi Akai of the time when he lived with his family. Every time he made his mother angry, she would call him by his full name, and sometimes even staged a "motherly love and filial piety" scene with him.
Hearing people call me like this makes me miss it.
After all, in order to infiltrate the organization, he was usually called "Zhu Xingda" and "Lai Yin", or "Rye Whiskey", and fewer and fewer people called him by his real name.
"Anything else?"
But the next words made Akai Shuichi feel so confused that he didn't know what to say in response for a moment.
"Get out of here now, FBI."
“…”
Shuichi Akai looked at Claire who turned and left after saying this, and a question arose in his mind: So he followed here just to give this warning?
Kamal, who happened to be slowing down his pace, frowned upon hearing this and said in confusion:
"Mr. Akai, is he hostile to us? I feel like he's about to say 'f*k off' to us."
"It's just animal instinct. We're encroaching on his territory."
"ah?"
Kamal's eyes instantly became dotted, and he blinked rapidly as if to say, "I can understand each word, why can't I understand when you put them together?", making his expression look a little dull.
"A territory is a space occupied and defended by animals, where no one else is allowed to invade." Akai Shuichi looked away and casually tossed the empty cigarette box into the trash can, his lips curled slightly. "He just feels like his territory has been invaded, so that's why he's so bothered."
Field?
Kamal's face was filled with the expression "half-understood," but he didn't delve into the meaning of Akai Shu's words. For him, it was enough to know that Agent Krell didn't welcome them to Japan.
Thinking of this, he curled his lips in dissatisfaction. It was really incomprehensible that they all belonged to the same country, but they were so opposed to each other.
"Mr. Akai, let's go."
"Um."
The protagonist of their discussion was in the men's restroom at the airport. He certainly didn't come to the airport just to say those words to Akai Shuichi. He just said the "warning" as a courtesy.
Fujiwara Yuu stood in front of the sink closest to the cubicle, reached out and raised the faucet to the highest position, so that the sound of running water could cover up his own voice as much as possible:
"…Are you single?"
"Hmm." A deep voice came from the toilet cubicle. After a five-second pause, it continued, "The mission over there has been arranged. On March 7th, the organization only placed one person next to him."
"Okay, I'll call you if anything happens. Let's not meet in places like this anymore." Fujiwara Yu slowly turned on the tap, adding, "I don't like unprepared and rushed meetings."
What responded to him in the cubicle was not a human voice, but two consecutive knocks on the door.
Dongdong.
Hearing the knock on the door, Fujiwara Yu left without looking back, and before leaving, he did not forget to move the cleaning sign placed at the door of the toilet.
Ten minutes after he left, the toilet cubicle was slowly pushed open by a bony hand.
——
There are two parking lots, P1 and P2, on the third floor of Tokyo International Airport Terminal 1.
White was sitting in a rented black Honda commercial vehicle. Since the vehicle was parked near the entrance, he simply held up his chin and recorded the color, model and license plate of the entering vehicle, which was a way to exercise his memory.
In other words, he was a bit bored now and had to find something to pass the time.
When he saw a familiar figure appear at the entrance, he subconsciously straightened his back. He didn't know since when, but just seeing Mr. Clare would make him become serious reflexively... Perhaps his boss's invisible aura was making an impression on him.
Fujiwara Yuuko had no idea what his subordinates thought of him. He opened the back door of the car and just sat in when he heard White complaining to him impatiently. He simply felt that there was no need for him to see the FBI investigators off.
"I'm not interested in going to the trouble of seeing them off. I'm just going to remind them."
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