April 4th, water sunday.
Logan International Airport in Massachusetts.
The flight lasting more than ten hours tortured Fujiwara Yu, who failed to fall into a deep sleep. The reason he appeared here was to attend a dinner party hosted by Schindler's company.
After finishing his police work yesterday, he hurried to the section chief's office to ask for leave. If it weren't for the fact that every time he took leave, there would be a case that forced him to work overtime, he probably wouldn't have been able to successfully apply for this leave.
In addition, he had just delivered a surprise gift package to the drug control department, so his boss would naturally approve his leave.
"Mr. Clare, do you need me to buy you a cup of hot milk?" White was also traveling with them this time. He rushed from Tokyo to Osaka last night in order to take the same flight to Boston.
Fujiwara Yuu didn't want to drink any hot milk. If possible, he would like a cup of iced lemon tea to refresh his mind. However, his current physical condition was not suitable for drinking iced things, so he finally nodded in agreement.
"Well, thank you for your help."
White acted quickly. While buying milk, he also bought two freshly grilled beef burgers. He noticed that Claire had not eaten anything on the plane and must be hungry now.
"Thanks."
Fujiwara Yuu originally wanted to take medicine on an empty stomach, but when he saw the burger, he decided to eat it. After taking a big bite, he found that the American food still did not exceed his expectations. The roast beef burger was still as unpalatable as before.
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The burger bun was decent and quite tasty, but the grilled beef patty inside seemed to be made from a thousand-year-old cow with a skin as thick as a city wall. There was no juice at all and it was so dry that an older person might choke to death.
Fujiwara Yu reluctantly used hot milk to "dissolve" the indigestible dry beef patties. After finishing, he threw the garbage into the trash can and walked towards the airport parking lot.
When he saw that there was a royal blue Porsche 914 parked in the parking space that Yinsen Bentang had told him to park, he almost thought that the person sitting inside was a strong Russian man wearing black clothes and a black top hat.
Yinsen Hondo, who was sitting in the car, did not look his original self. After his death was announced to the public, he started living under the name Herbert Michel. Not only did he change his hair color to blonde, but he also straightened his originally slightly curly hair as much as possible. The few whiskers on his chin were inherited from Zhufu Jingguang, and the number was almost the same.
"Claire, long time no see. Is the person behind you White?" Yinsen Hondo rolled down the window and looked at Fujiwara Yu who was standing outside the car with an indifferent expression, and asked.
Fujiwara Yuu responded dully. After he pulled open the passenger seat and got in, his face was filled with disdain:
"Herbert, I never thought you had such bad taste. Why would you buy this car when you could buy any other car?"
"Huh? Doesn't my new car look good?" Yinsen Hondo looked a little confused. He thought his car looked good. Wouldn't the royal blue color make people look more stable?
"Well, it's very nice. It's exactly the same as Vodka's car. Don't you think it looks good?" Fujiwara Yu said unhappily. He pointed at White, who was still holding the suitcase, and asked, "Also... are you planning to let White sit on the roof?"
The Porsche 914 is a two-seater, and there were three of them, so obviously one of them couldn't fit in the car.
Yinsen Bentang was stunned for half a second before he realized his mistake. He was really happy to get his beloved car and wanted to show it off, but he failed to show off and caused some people to be unable to ride in the car. After hearing the words "exactly the same as Vodka's car", he suddenly felt a dull pain in his shoulder.
Thinking of vodka brings to mind gin, and thinking of gin brings to mind the two bullets he shot at his shoulders two years ago. If Fujiwara hadn't risked his life to save him, he would have been shot in the head instead of the shoulder.
"Then should I arrange for someone to get a car over now?" asked Yinsen Bentang.
Fujiwara Yuu waved his hand. He had already told White about his plan and said bluntly:
"White, is it okay for you to go there alone?"
"Don't worry, sir. Although I have never been to Boston, I am an American and there is no language barrier at all." White was quite optimistic. He was not unhappy about not having his own parking space. Instead, he was quite curious about the relationship between Mr. Herbert and Mr. Clare.
He thought of the plan he had read before leaving. To be honest, he had noticed that Mr. Claire often did things that were concealed from the CIA, but he didn't know why... He always chose to trust Mr. Claire unconditionally. Perhaps it was because of this that he was on the list of people to execute the plan this time.
Anyway, he joined the CIA to repay a favor. For White, his loyalty is not to the CIA, but to Mr. Claire as an individual.
"Well, be safe and contact me anytime if you have any questions."
"Okay, then sir, I'll be leaving first!"
When White excitedly left with his suitcase, the excessive expressions on Yinsen Hondou's face instantly disappeared, returning to his original cold and serious expression, which was ten times more serious than Fujiwara Yu's Sima face.
He withdrew his gaze from White and looked at Fujiwara who was resting with his eyes closed and asked:
"Is he the subordinate sent by the CIA? Are you sure he can be trusted?"
"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have let him come here, right?"
Fujiwara Yu started secretly testing White from the first moment he saw him. He did not choose to report the intelligence that he had not reported to the CIA to a higher level. In addition, his identity and background were indeed not false, and his meeting with him was not intentional, so he could be sure that he came simply to "repay a favor."
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