Chapter 51 The Man Destined to Drown
No matter what Toru Amuro felt after seeing the bullet screen, the message that Kamiya Aoi had already sent could not be withdrawn.
A few months ago, the undercover agents who had flown to Japan from all over the world with a wary heart received a message from their immediate boss's right-hand men. Finally, they no longer had to compete with other undercover agents and the air.
But there are practical things to do.
A foreign woman with short blond hair and a look that is very conspicuous in Japan, wearing a neat suit that matches her temperament, is sitting in a high-end restaurant in the sky.
Looking down from above, I saw people coming in and out from time to time on the other side of the street. The shop was signed as the Muramasa Office.
The Muramasa Office is ostensibly engaged in private foreign trade business - also known as overseas purchasing - but in reality, it is affiliated with the Sakura Group and is a base developed by the Sakura Group in Tokyo.
An undercover agent from the British MI6 lurking in the Black Organization, a woman with short blond hair codenamed Westland, quietly watched for a while the people coming in and out of the door of Muramasa's office.
Her mission was to keep an eye on Muramasa's office, record all the people who entered and left the store, and then send the information to another member, who was responsible for further and detailed investigation of the potential identities of these people, the organization's hacker, the Soviet Red Card.
With this legitimate reason, Weislin boldly sent information to the Soviet Red Card while using another, more compact computer to proactively investigate various information about the Muramasa Office and the Sakura Group behind it.
After all, she was an undercover agent. Since she risked her life to accept the order to leave the UK, she had been without any missions for several months and had no access to the internal intelligence of the Black Organization.
Westland even suspected that if she had not received a new mission and reported it to her superiors in MI6, her silent behavior of leaving British territory in the past few months would have been regarded as a sign of defection!
She had no doubt that she would be "purged" by her colleagues in MI6 before her identity was discovered by Gin, a ruthless killer of the Black Organization.
This was based on two considerations: he had to demonstrate his abilities in front of "CR" and get closer to him to get more intelligence, and he also had to prove to MI6 that he had absolutely no intention of defecting.
Weislin attaches great importance to the tasks assigned to her and acts very actively.
But unfortunately, her mission was nothing more than surveillance. This was not easy, and could even be considered a waste of talent.
But there was nothing else Weisslen could do.
The original mission assigned to her was not that simple, but unfortunately, because she was a foreigner with a European face, appearing in an Asian country, it was not about her appearance that attracted attention.
Therefore, part of the mission that originally belonged to her was divided among other members.
And now, Weislin is trying to figure out what the mission was that was taken away from her, who carried it out, and what the purpose of the "CR" who issued the order was?
Perhaps because the person who gave the order didn't think there was anything to hide, Weislin quickly found out.
——The person who completed another part of the mission on her behalf was just an ordinary, outermost grassroots member of a black organization in Japan, who was developed from the most common street thugs.
Weislin was simply confused to the extreme.
She was an outstanding agent from MI6, and her mission was to follow. But a street thug who had not received any training was given a more important operational mission?
Although she knew that "CR" could not know that she came from MI6, had received good training and had exceptional abilities.
But this did not prevent Weislin from feeling puzzled by CR's arbitrary employment practices.
While thinking in confusion, Weislin tried to use the clues he knew to outline what kind of personality and preferences the "CR" he had never met might have... This is the most basic analytical and inference ability of an agent.
While operating on two fronts, he kept sending images to the Soviet Red Card, and at the same time he was also distracted by collecting information on these people.
Just as she frowned slightly because she had difficulty in outlining the image of "CR" due to the lack of more information fragments, her vigilance as an agent made her keenly aware of the approach of danger.
Weislin observed his surroundings with his spare eyes, and methodically cleared all traces of his query and data transmission on the small computer.
She saw a young man with long silver hair and an extremely handsome appearance... no, judging by his age as an Asian, he was probably no more than 20 years old. He walked into the restaurant with a cold expression and wearing a black suit.
But if only a person with good looks appeared, it would not trigger Weislen's warning of danger.
So Weislin's gaze stayed on the silver-haired boy for just a moment before turning behind him.
At that moment, Weislin's hands almost trembled.
Because the man following behind the silver-haired boy, whose body language clearly showed that they knew each other, was none other than the cold-blooded Dominic who no undercover agent in the Black Organization wanted to provoke: Gin.
The tall man was extremely sensitive to other people's gazes. Before Weislin could look away, he turned his head and stared at him with eyes as sharp as an eagle.
Weislin's inner thoughts changed dramatically. He pretended that he had only inadvertently looked up at the customer who had entered the store, and then calmly withdrew his gaze.
How did Gin appear here...? ! Wait, the person who can make Gin follow him, could that boy be...
"Weisslin?"
At this time, the silver-haired boy who walked into the store before Gin had walked to the table where Whispering was, and after observing her for a while, he directly called out her code name in a low voice.
Now it's impossible to pretend not to know him.
Wislin took a deep breath, raised his head, ignored Gin's scrutinizing eyes, and asked the silver-haired boy with a little caution: "Who are you?"
In the Black Organization, members who officially have code names rarely meet each other, except for fixed partners and missions that require the cooperation of partners to complete.
Most of the codename members are very mysterious.
Therefore, even though Weislin had already guessed the identity of the silver-haired boy, he still had to pretend that he had never seen the other party before and was wary after being told the code name.
"It seems right." The silver-haired boy nodded, ignoring her question very naturally, and naturally pulled out a chair and sat down opposite to Weisslen.
Then, in the tight grip of Whispering, Gin sat between the two of them.
"What did you find out?"
The silver-haired boy ignored her question and asked. Although she didn't look at him, Weislin knew clearly that the question was directed at her.
Weislin thought about it. The silver-haired boy did not introduce himself, but his tone of voice, as if he had been in a superior position for a long time and giving orders, made her more certain of her guess about his identity.
So she replied stiffly: "There is nothing special to pay attention to. This is just a temporary place for the Sakura Group members in Tokyo."
Even the people who had been coming in and out for the past few days were real guests, not members of the Sakura Group.
But this is normal. Although they are affiliated with the Sakura Group, the person in charge of the Muramasa Office actually relies on a group of biker gangs in the nearby neighborhood. And this group of biker gangs is the real sub-organization of the Sakura Group.
Weislin couldn't figure out what the silver-haired boy was trying to do.
The silver-haired boy didn't intend to explain. He folded his hands lightly on his legs and looked down at the door of Muramasa's office.
He said, “It’s about time.”
As he finished speaking, the sound of a motorcycle engine humming came from the other end of the street.
Not just one, but seven or eight.
The biker gangs, which were supposed to only appear in the early mornings and at night, gathered on the road during the day for some unknown reason.
At first, Wislin thought it was the biker gang with the name of Sakura Group, but she soon found out that something was wrong.
A group of people riding motorcycles, all wearing black motorcycle suits and leather jackets, kept circling the entrance of the Muramasa Office.
This is a provocative behavior popular among biker gangs. Anyone who has come into contact with extremist organizations can understand the meaning of this behavior.
Most ordinary people who don't understand the meaning of this behavior will be scared away by the noisy buzzing and fierce eyes.
The bikers circled around and around, and as they did so, everyone who could escape from the Muramasa office ran away, so it was as if they were screening their targets in the store.
When only the store manager and a few clerks who didn't look like serious salesmen were left, the biker gang parked their cars, pulled out baseball bats, and rushed into the store to smash things.
The people who stayed in Muramasa's office also fought back in various ways, and a fierce conflict broke out in an instant.
Wei Shilian: “…”
What kind of scene is this of a bunch of street noobs fighting each other?
The blonde woman glanced at the silver-haired boy and found that he was actually looking at her with great interest. She was immediately speechless.
Could it be that she guessed wrong? How could such a... young man be the mysterious and cold "Mr. CR" who could challenge the status of the Rum organization?
To verify his thoughts, Westland glanced at Gin again.
Gin was looking at the silver-haired boy, and when he noticed Wislin's gaze, he quickly turned around and stared at her coldly, with a warning in his eyes.
Weislin: “…” With this kind of performance… does this mean that this boy is really “Mr. CR”???
Although she shouldn't, she still felt that the filter of vigilance in her heart was shattered at this moment.
Just as Westland couldn't understand why a spy with outstanding abilities like himself was sent to follow someone, Gin also didn't quite understand what Kamiya Aoi was trying to do with her current actions that seemed to be making trouble.
So after completing the task assigned by his boss, he went straight to find Shen Youkui. Before he had the chance to ask what the other party was doing recently, he was brought to this restaurant and met Westland who was transferred from the UK.
Gin looked at Whispering and felt that this woman was almost useless. He was just sitting at the same table with her, but she was so nervous that he would kill her in public any second.
He would admire appropriate vigilance, but excessive nervousness was a sign of incompetence.
The fight in the office was still going on. Shen Youkui watched with interest for a while, then suddenly took out his cell phone and made a call.
So Gin and Whisley, a top assassin of the Black Organization and an MI6 agent lurking in the Black Organization, heard him say to the other end of the phone at the same time:
"Officer Matsuda, my name is Kamiya Aoi. I saw a vicious street fight and I want to call the police."
Gin: “…”
Wei Shilian: “…”
Jinpei Matsuda on the other end of the phone: "..."
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