February 9, 2001, Jin Yao Day.
After a short holiday, a busy workday comes. I don’t know if it is because Osaka’s public security management has been relatively normal in the past two years, or because the crime rate of citizens has increased in the past two years, but Fujiwara Yu is always busy when he goes to work.
There are usually cases. He just solved a homicide case in which a boyfriend cheated on his girlfriend and killed two people in anger. The worst thing is that the murderer is a man, and the amount of information increased several times in an instant.
Fujiwara Yuu huddled tiredly in the passenger seat. He finally understood why there were vending machines on every floor of the Osaka Police Headquarters, and also understood why coffee was the best-selling item there - without caffeine to stay alive and stay alert, he couldn't live a good life.
Otaki Goro, who was driving, noticed that Takashi was tired. He reached out from the back seat of the car and took out a can of coffee. He handed it to Takashi and said:
"Takashi, if you're really tired, I'll just take you back."
"No, we have to submit the report quickly, otherwise we will have to go to the office to work overtime tomorrow." Fujiwara Yu shook his head. Although he was not a workaholic, he hated to put off today's work until tomorrow.
"You don't have to write the report. This time, thanks to you for finding the key physical evidence, otherwise I don't know how long this would have lasted." Otaki Goro couldn't help but get goose bumps on his back when he thought of the murderer crying bitterly and even trying to seduce his subordinates. The scene was creepy just thinking about it.
Fujiwara Yuu originally wanted to refuse, but White's email happened to arrive at this time, and the content was related to the FBI. Sitting in the car and unable to contact him by phone, he had no choice but to accept Officer Otaki's kindness and nodded, indicating that he would go directly back to the Hattori family to rest.
Of course, it is impossible to rest.
After Otaki Goro's car disappeared from sight, Fujiwara Yu immediately left a message to Hattori Heiji, asking him to help tell his uncle and aunt that he had some things to deal with in Tokyo and would be away for about two days.
After leaving the message, he quickly got on his motorcycle and rode away, his destination naturally being Tokyo.
"Hello, it's me, White. Is what's in the email true?"
"I think it's true. The FBI went to the abandoned factory in the suburbs to scout the area two days ago. They set off there early this morning. I have been observing the situation on the other side of the river, but I didn't see anyone entering or leaving the factory." White stood in a secluded corner on the opposite side, observing the movements of the abandoned factory through a telescope. An hour and a half had passed, and there had been no new progress.
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He didn't expect that the FBI would be unable to hold back. You know, according to the immigration data, the FBI agent named Akai Shuichi had only lived in Tokyo for three years, and the time he had been undercover in the organization could definitely not exceed this number.
Could it be that the Cavieza Tequila incident has affected the FBI's actions?
The fact that Cavitha Tequila is an undercover agent should make the organization strengthen its management of internal members in the near future, especially the code-named members who know some of the organization's information.
The FBI was worried that Shuichi Akai might be exposed, so they advanced the original plan?
"But isn't this plan too ridiculous? Who came up with it?" Fujiwara Yu stared with half-moon eyes and couldn't help but complain in a low voice. Making an appointment to meet someone in such a remote place will only make the other party more vigilant.
He didn't think that this rubbish plan was the result of three years of undercover planning by the FBI, so such a plan illustrated a problem: there might be a mole within the FBI, just like there were spies in the Metropolitan Police Department's public security department.
An organization that can put multiple intelligence agencies in a dilemma should not be underestimated. Its hands are long enough and numerous enough.
"Mr. Clare, do you think so too? But the FBI didn't seem to notice anything was wrong." Although White, as a CIA agent, should not have had a good impression of the FBI, but with the same purpose, he still hoped that the group of FBI agents who had entered the factory for almost two hours would be safe.
Fujiwara Yuu didn't think the FBI would be so simple. He raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly.
"It's not necessarily that he didn't notice it. It's possible that he took advantage of the situation and deliberately ignored it."
"Eh? What do you mean, sir?"
"The FBI should have a countermeasure, but we can't underestimate the organization's methods... You just keep a close eye on it. We can take over when necessary. It would be interesting to make them owe us a favor." Fujiwara Yuu didn't have much of a good impression of the FBI, just like some police officers didn't like the public security police, but he was still looking forward to Akai Shuichi's methods, wondering if he could give himself a little surprise.
After all, from the perspective of the ultimate goal, he still hopes that his allies are smart and powerful, because stupid allies are sometimes more terrifying than the enemy, so he hopes that these FBI really have some skills.
"Okay, no problem."
Just after Fujiwara Yu hung up the phone with White, he was about to take off the headset but unexpectedly a call came in. What surprised him most was that the caller ID showed that it was Toru Izumitani.
He did not share the information that Shuichi Akai was an FBI undercover agent with the National Police Agency, but when he received a call from Toru Izumitani at this critical juncture, it was hard not to connect the two things together.
Fujiwara Yuu deliberately paused for two seconds before answering the call. After hearing that it was indeed Izumitani's voice on the other end, he covered the earphone with one hand to minimize the wind noise.
"Why did Mr. Quan Gu have the leisure to call me? Is there any important information to share with me?"
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