Chapter 17 She smelled of her perfume on him.
Looking at the American police officers coming and going in the police station, Morofushi Kagemitsu felt that this scene was familiar.
Everyone seemed to have their own things to do, even the police station's cleaners were brought in to help block the reporters outside. But after most of the day had passed, nothing was finished. He had seen this scene before when he passed by the Metropolitan Police Department during his undercover training.
An ominous premonition arose spontaneously.
Will he be able to get back to the hotel tonight? Do these people even remember they exist? Are they just going to be detained like this?
His worried expression attracted the attention of others. The long-haired, cool guy on the plane, who was highly suspected of being one of his colleagues, spoke up:
“They’re not usually this busy, but they have a lot to do today. Let’s wait until they get off work; we can always go home eventually.”
Huh? But it's only morning.
Morofushi Kagemitsu opened his mouth, but restrained himself from complaining on someone else's turf; there was no need to stir up trouble here.
"I am Moroboshi Dai, I love drinking, I'm of mixed Japanese and American descent, and I can say I know this place fairly well." Moroboshi Dai gave a brief self-introduction, with many hints in his words, "However, we can't stay here for too long, we have to think of something."
'We' 'love to drink'.
This guy has already confirmed that he is also a member of the organization.
As Morofushi Kagemitsu thought this, his gaze swept over Moroboshi Dai's hands. This man indeed had hands that could hold a sniper rifle.
He understood immediately and asked, "Does Mr. Moroboshi have any friends here?"
The implication was that they wanted to find a way to contact the organization.
Moroboshi Dai then took out his phone and pressed the buttons several times in front of him, but there was still no response. He could only shrug and say helplessly, "I think I broke it during the fight on the plane. Luckily, I ran into you."
Moribushi Kagemitsu looked at him for a few seconds, and seeing that the man's expression remained unchanged, he had no choice but to take out his backup phone and briefly explain their situation to a contact in his email.
After reporting their whereabouts, all that's left is to wait.
He heard a tall, blonde policewoman speak loudly in English to the people in the hall, saying, "Have the people involved in this morning's hijacking fill out the forms first."
"Understood, Carmel!"
"immediately!"
After a few simple words, he saw a tall young man, clumsy like an intern, accidentally spill his coffee on the printer.
Zhu Fujingguang: ...
"That printer seems to be printing the forms we need to fill out..." he couldn't help but say.
Moroboshi Dai seemed even more speechless than him, and said dryly, "Ah, they're probably FBI interns... They should really give the newbies some more training."
Zhu Fujingguang sighed. He really wanted to suggest using a different printer, but he wasn't very familiar with their internal procedures and didn't want to interfere. Who knew what strange taboos Americans might have in this regard?
"Beep—"
At that moment, the email notification sounded.
This voice is unique to letters from the organization.
So fast?
Zhu Fujingguang opened his email and found an unread email.
Go up to the second floor, to the end of the south corridor. Look at the crows; they're all black.
He understood those two seemingly unrelated sentences.
So there are organized groups with planted agents in the police stations here too. If this is the case in the US, there are probably even more agents in Japan.
Morofushi Kagemitsu closed his phone with a slightly heavy heart and exchanged a glance with Morohoshi Dai beside him.
The two, who rarely communicated, seemed to have an inexplicable understanding at this moment. Moroboshi Dai rummaged in his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and said to the warriors in the room, "You don't mind me smoking, do you?"
Several people shook their heads.
But a thin police officer sitting near the door seemed to mind, and hesitantly said, "It's best not to." He then pointed to the no-smoking sign inside the room.
Moroboshi Dai paused for a moment, seemingly not quite understanding when the symbol had suddenly appeared.
Morofushi Kagemitsu didn't care about any of that. Seeing that Morohoshi Dai had started talking, he also took out a pack of cigarettes, waved it at the police officer, and said with a hint of impatience, "Then it's okay if we don't smoke here, right? Perfect timing, I'm going to the restroom."
Perhaps the fact that they had actually beaten the robber to death with just a few punches had somewhat shocked the young police officer. He glanced somewhat awkwardly at his colleagues outside the glass window who were trying to salvage the printer, then looked at the situation again, and said, "Five minutes. You must be back in five minutes."
Morofushi Kagemitsu nodded perfunctorily, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out smoothly. As he reached the second-floor staircase, he glanced back and saw Moroboshi Dai standing at the door with a cigarette dangling from his lips, next to the blonde policewoman who had been busy with the forms earlier.
He raised an eyebrow, made a mental note of the scene, and then turned to continue climbing to the second floor.
Compared to the bustling lobby on the first floor, this place was much quieter, with hardly anyone walking around.
He looked south as instructed in the email and saw a woman standing at the end of the corridor.
She was tall and sexy, with blonde hair like the afterglow of sunlight streaming through a window. She wore a black coat, a pair of black sunglasses that subtly indicated her status, and a pair of dark green pointed high heels.
It's her.
She was the one who tripped the assailant on the plane.
As expected, there were more than just myself and Moroboshi Dai on this plane; thankfully, I didn't do anything unnecessary.
Morofushi Kagemitsu felt that she looked somewhat familiar, but he didn't want to ask directly, so he silently sighed, walked up to the woman, and asked, "Do you mind if I stand here? I just wanted to see the crows."
The woman smiled and said, "All crows are black."
At this moment, the two exchanged a secret signal.
Morofushi Kagemitsu, still looking out the window, said, "The police haven't let us go yet. Will this delay our next move?"
"It's alright, we can leave at noon." The woman stood against the wall and said, "You and the person below are under my supervision while you're in the US. Don't do anything unnecessary, just wait."
“I understand.” Morofushi Kagemitsu peered through the glass at the woman’s mostly obscured face and tentatively asked, “Is this operation in America related to our codename?”
"Oh?" The woman tilted her head slightly, her interest piqued, and said, "Melo probably didn't tell you any of this."
Her tone was very calm, suggesting she knew Melo well and was probably a codename member as well.
"It's just my speculation." Morofushi Kagemitsu knew he had made the right bet. His conjecture was not supported by any evidence, but was a conclusion he had reached based on his intensive analysis and contact with the organization over the past few months.
"It's just a trial period, so do your best." The woman did not deny it.
She straightened up and left, her blonde hair brushing against his shoulder, leaving behind a faint fragrance and her whispered words:
"Also, you can call me Vermouth."
A note from the author:
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Now Zero will have material to use when he confronts the FBI; he can just say it was provided by his childhood friend.
I'll post 2000 words today, and more tomorrow!
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