Zhu Fujingguang, wearing a navy blue hoodie, walked with a slightly hunched back on the busy street. He raised his hand to rub his sore eyes. He had just finished the sniper training arranged by the organization, which caused him to overuse his eyes. He forgot to bring eye drops, so his eyes were dry and he felt tired.
Of course, the real reason for his fatigue was not excessive use of his eyes, but the fact that during training he was accompanied by an action team member named Chianti who suffered from severe social anxiety disorder.
She is considered to be his sniper teacher in the organization, but this teacher is a bit unreliable and often says shocking things.
Just like just now, she patted her shoulder hard and said: You have a pretty good face.
There was nothing wrong with this sentence itself, but the sensitive Zhu Fu Jingguang thought too much and mistakenly thought that this woman with antisocial personality problems who treated killing as a game wanted to express her affection for him.
But after Chianti finished the second half of his sentence, he swallowed the words of narcissistic rejection into his stomach and crushed them into pieces.
——"It's such a shame you're not joining the intelligence team. I think your mustache is perfect for gathering intelligence in Kabukicho. Repeat customers will probably line up from Tokyo to Osaka!"
Zhu Fushigi Jingguang felt a chill when he recalled this sentence. It was true that everyone in the organization was very weird, just like the code member Cohen who often partnered with Chianti on missions. He seemed taciturn but actually had a girlish heart. On his sniper rifle hung a pendant of Patamon, the popular Digimon from last year's hit anime "Digimon Adventure".
No wonder Zero always complained to him. Now he felt that his complaints were correct. The people in the organization were indeed seriously ill.
He took out his flip phone and looked at the time on the screen. He found that there were still twenty minutes before the agreed time. He didn't care about the discomfort in his eyes and quickly hailed a taxi and got into the passenger seat.
Fujiwara Yu, who had already crossed the road and arrived near Morobushi Kagemitsu, did not expect him to leave in a taxi like this, and the taxi did not even turn around, which meant that the place he was going to was not his residence in Haido Town.
The fact that he checked his phone and left in a hurry suggests he had something urgent to do, and the fact that he wasn't carrying a bass bag suggests he wasn't on an operations mission. So where was he going? Could he be meeting with a police informant?
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——"Hello, where are you going?"
——"Please take me to Meguro-cho 2-chome-13, thank you."
When Moruofushi Kagemitsu entered the car, Fujiwara Yu also activated his eavesdropping ability. After hearing the exact address, he no longer worried about getting lost. Standing at the intersection waiting for the next taxi to pass, he stretched out his hand to hail it, got into the car and said:
"Meguro Town 2-chome 13, thank you."
"learn!"
It was not rush hour, and the drive from Beika-cho to Meguro-cho was less than 30 minutes. Even if Morofushi Kagemitsu left for a minute first, he would not be too far from the get-off point. So when Fujiwara Yu took out his wallet to pay, he noticed that the taxi Kagemitsu was riding in had just started and turned around and drove away.
The taxi had just left and his figure was no longer visible on the street, so the answer was obvious.
Fujiwara Yu walked forward with his hands in his pockets. When he passed the entrance of the alley on the right, he glanced inside and saw the back of Morifushi Kagemitsu. It seemed that the place where he met the person was most likely this alley, but other possibilities were not ruled out.
Out of caution, he leaned against the telephone pole at the entrance of the alley, took out a long-stemmed hard-pack of Mobius cigarettes from his pocket, struck a match to light it, and then began to puff away the smoke skillfully. It was not because he was addicted to smoking, but simply to cover up his eavesdropping.
Zhu Fujingguang, who walked into the alley, had no idea that he was being eavesdropped. After he made sure that there were no footsteps behind him and no eavesdropping devices or locators were installed on his body, he relaxed and walked to the deepest part of the alley.
"Zhu Fu, have you confirmed whether you are being followed?"
"There are no vehicles or suspicious people following me. What about you?"
"I've already gotten rid of that troublesome guy. Time is limited, so let's be brief."
Zhu Fujingguang quickly took out a white envelope from his pocket and handed it to the man standing in the shadows. He turned his back to look at the alley entrance and said in a very fast tone:
"The organization will arrange for Kavisa and I to carry out an assassination mission in three days. Try your best to stop it. We will meet at point C next time."
"Okay, I understand."
Fujiwara Yuu, who was at the entrance of the alley, naturally heard this simple conversation. He raised his brows slightly and walked towards the vending machine beside him. The moment Moruofushi Kagemitsu walked out of the alley, he raised his arm and chose a drink from the top row, successfully concealing his appearance.
He waited until the footsteps faded away without bending down to take out the drinks from the delivery port. After all, the drinks on the top shelf were all those he didn't like, and he happened to choose a bottle of tomato juice. He hated this kind of fruit and vegetable drink.
Fujiwara Yu did not choose to leave in a hurry, but walked towards the telephone booth diagonally across the street. He pretended to pick up the public phone, but his eyes were always on the entrance of the alley. You know, this alley is a dead end, and there is no way out unless you climb over the wall.
The police climbing the wall in broad daylight would be too conspicuous, so the contact person would probably wait at least five minutes. However, this contact person was quite patient and vigilant, and he actually stayed inside "facing the wall and thinking about the past" for 15 minutes before emerging.
It’s a pity...the opponent he met was more patient than him.
She was about 1.85 meters tall, of average build, with long, slightly curly black hair pulled back into a low ponytail, long eyelashes, and light blue irises. Her Western-style appearance suggested she was of mixed race. Judging by her features, she was between 25 and 30 years old.
The person who can contact Zhu Fujingguang who is undercover in the organization should also be a public security policeman. It is unknown whether he is a contact person or an undercover policeman coordinating with the organization.
After silently memorizing this face, Fujiwara Yu took out the alcohol disinfectant spray from his pocket, disinfected his hands, and did not forget to wipe off the fingerprints left in the phone booth. He turned and left only after making sure that no traces were left.
I actually got an unexpected reward when I went out for a meeting today, which is pretty good.
Moreover, the clues learned from Hondou Eikai should be related to the assassination mission mentioned by Morobushi Kagemitsu.
The organization usually arranges for the intelligence team to collect clues first. After the blackmail is successful, they will develop the other party into a long-term meal ticket. If the other party opposes using money to buy his life, they will take decisive action... It seems that this guy named Shimokawa Yosuke has violated the rules set by the organization and is going to be executed?
Fujiwara Yu stood at the traffic light at the intersection, playing with the five-yen coin in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and sent an email to White, who was investigating Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi. It was necessary to add fuel to the organization's assassination mission.
Thinking of Kavisa Tequila, who was called "Green-haired Turtle" by Rei Furuya, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. If he could catch him in the assassination mission, his position in the CIA should be able to move up a level.
Let him be a stepping stone for me to get closer to the truth. If I want to clear the fog in front of me, I can only stand higher.
Who says you can only see far if you climb high?
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