Cabiza Tequila was successfully handed over to the Japanese public security police for interrogation. Presumably, this green-haired turtle will never be able to escape the surveillance of the public security department in his life and can only survive in a cold and damp prison for the rest of his life.
Fujiwara Yu still believed in the interrogation methods of the public security police, which were definitely not inferior to those of the CIA. In his eyes, Kavisa was just an insignificant pebble, but no matter how small the pebble was, it could still cause a little ripple if thrown into the lake.
"The organization won't believe it easily. Gin is very suspicious. He would rather kill the wrong person than let him go." Zhu Fujingguang played with the floppy disk in his hand. He frowned and didn't think that this matter could be covered up by relying on a floppy disk and a carefully fabricated lie.
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Fujiwara Yu had already thought of a countermeasure when he took action. He took out a photo from his suit pocket. It was a photo of himself when he became a CIA agent. He still had black hair in the photo, but unlike when he was in the police academy, his hair was a little longer. He also wore a pair of black-framed glasses and had a black vine tattoo on his neck. He didn't wear an earring on his left ear, but there was an obvious ear hole.
"This is?"
"Just describe what this photo looks like, and Gin will believe it."
Fūya Rei and Morobushi Kagemitsu looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes, but they did not ask any more questions. Time did not allow them to stay outside for so long. If the unsuspecting Rye Whiskey reported the information that they had disappeared for a long time to the organization, they might have to be given a shot of truth serum.
"Okay, then what happened this time..."
"Do we need to express our gratitude for our relationship? It's too corny and hypocritical. I won't buy it." Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows and interrupted Morifushi Kagemitsu's words of thanks. The second half of his words were obviously intended to make the atmosphere less awkward, because he could see that the two people in front of him really wanted to ask him why he left without saying goodbye, and even became a CIA agent with a different stance after returning to his country.
Fūya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu didn't say much, just waved their hands and left the lounge. It was time for them to go back.
Zhu Fushigi Jingguang sat in the passenger seat without saying a word. The two of them had not broken the silence since they got in the car. He thought of Fujiwara Yu's transformation and the four-year gap in communication. Now that they met again, they would actually establish a new bond in the form of cooperation. He was really not used to it.
But what was even more difficult for him to digest was the intelligence that suddenly flooded into his mind. He had not expected that the CIA actually possessed so much intelligence, whether it was the transaction information between Shimokawa Yosuke and the organization, or the fact that Rye Whiskey, who lived under the same roof with them, was actually an FBI undercover.
It was difficult for people to accept it for a while, because they both regarded Lai Yin as Gin's successor.
Who made them all have the same length hair, the same sour face... and even like to smoke.
Fūya Rei gently pressed the brake pedal, bringing the car to a steady stop on the white line. He then pressed the clutch and engaged first gear. His fingers rhythmically tapped the steering wheel, breaking the silence inside the car.
"Scotland, what do you think was his purpose in disappearing, and what was his purpose in reappearing?"
Whether in front of the organization members or behind their backs, Rei Furuya has become accustomed to calling his childhood friend Hiro "Scotland" in order to remind himself of their situation and the vigilance that an undercover agent should have. From the day they accepted the mission, they were no longer just childhood friends.
They are ordinary colleagues who were not familiar with each other in the past and have become partners in the organization after obeying the arrangements.
"I don't know. Actually, we don't know him very well, right? The time we've known each other isn't as long as the time we've been apart." Zhu Fushigaki said in a relaxed tone. He never thought that he knew Fujiwara Yu very well, and of course he didn't think that the other party knew him very well.
No one can fully understand a person in just half a year. If there is anyone who can understand a person thoroughly... it is just that person's wishful thinking.
"But even so, I still choose to trust him. What about you?"
Fūya Rei slowly released the clutch, lightly stepped on the accelerator, and after a stable start, he did not answer in a hurry.
He understood the meaning of his childhood friend's words: trust is built on the shared purpose of different organizations. Now that they were in a partnership, there was no reason not to trust his partner.
"Of course I do too. Besides, the top management has already decided to cooperate with him. Even if it means just following orders, we have to trust him, right?"
"Ha...that's true, but I think your expectations of him are still very high."
"Aren't you the same?"
The two of them smiled in tacit understanding, without revealing each other's thoughts.
The car was driving slowly on the streets of Tokyo. Sitting in the passenger seat, Morofushi Kagemitsu rested his right cheek on the wall and looked at the passing street scenery. He thought that Fujiwara had arranged all the follow-up matters in such a short time and even took the blame on his own initiative.
He thought of the past events during his time at the police academy, and the scene when he was beaten up by a group of drunken friends during his trip to Kanagawa. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he said in a cheerful tone:
"Selling a USB drive to two parties, it's a shame he didn't go into business."
"Who knows, this guy might actually be making money secretly. The CIA's salary is higher than ours."
“…That’s true.”
According to the current income of police lieutenants, in order to reach the income of ordinary CIA agents, one would probably have to rise to the level of superintendent. It is really a long promotion route. Even if the undercover mission is successfully completed, there is no way to become a superintendent in one go.
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