"You, you are Claire Stewart?"
The purple-haired young man sitting on the sofa was Claire Stewart. Of course, this was just a fake identity he used after entering the CIA. His real name was Fujiwara Yu, and not many people knew it so far.
Not only did his hair color change, but he also got his left ear pierced. He even had a tattoo of dead tree vine patterns on the left side of his neck. His whole face lost its childishness, appearing more mature and stable than before.
"Well, it seems I need to buy a pair of beautiful children to cover up my childish appearance."
Fujiwara Yu was still quite happy. He didn't expect that changing hair color could change a person so much. It was a pity that he didn't know how to change his appearance, otherwise it wouldn't be so unnecessary to go through so much trouble to change his face like the agents in the movies.
"Let's sit down and talk."
When Hondou Yinghai saw Claire actually making a "please sit down" gesture, she felt both amused and helpless. She really wanted to remind him: This seems to be my home, why are you not polite at all?
Fujiwara Yuu slowly took out a bottle of alcohol disinfectant spray from his pocket and sprayed it on his hands while saying:
"After a month of observation, we can confirm that the organization trusts you. They have no spies around your home, and there are no listening or positioning devices inside the apartment. Your mission to infiltrate the organization has been successful so far."
Hondou Eikai didn't expect that Claire would change so much after just two years of not seeing each other.
You have to know that Claire was an agent who joined the CIA at the same time as her. At that time, he still had black hair. How come his hair color has become a color that few people dye their hair in the crowd? He even has pierced ears and tattoos.
"So why did you dye your hair, get a tattoo, and get your ears pierced?"
“…”
Fujiwara Yuu originally wanted to get straight to the point, but who knew Hondou Eikai would actually ask him this question directly? He was silent for a while, put the alcohol disinfectant spray back into his trouser pocket, and said unhappily:
"What do you think? I specifically prepared this look a year ago in order to join the organization, but due to some circumstances, the CIA canceled my infiltration mission. You know what happened, right?"
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