"At 10:23 last night, a sniper incident occurred on the express train No. 444 from Kyoto to Tokyo. The 30-year-old American Bill Murphy was shot and killed..."

"...a former member of the U.S. Navy's special forces, and now an assistant to the president of a military supplies manufacturing company. The president of the company disappeared the day before yesterday. At 8:32 this morning, the police salvaged his body in the waters near Sea Ape Island..."

On the huge LED display on the street, the young host clearly reported two recent cases.

In the shadow of the underground stairs, Akai Hideichi listened silently with a cigarette in his mouth, until the host began to interview the so-called experts, he took off the cigarette and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

On the bench not far from him was James Black in a simple disguise.

He was sitting far away from all street surveillance. He was like an ordinary tourist who had just arrived and was full of novelty in everything. He held an unfolded map of Tokyo in his hand, and kept muttering in his mouth.

Akai Shuichi looked around for a week, put out the unsmoked cigarettes in the trash can at hand, walked and sat down beside James.

"...No one suspicious around here." He said in a volume only audible to the two of them.

James breathed a sigh of relief and put down the map used for camouflage.

"Alas..." he sighed, "Time is urgent, I can only meet you in a hurry like this."

Akai Shuichi didn't look back, his eyes were still looking straight ahead, as if they were just strangers who met by chance.

"... Thank you for your hard work."

James immediately got the news about the murder that happened in Japan late last night, and judged that this was a good opportunity for the FBI to come to Japan, so he brought his people here immediately.

Compared to his FBI colleagues who flew here for 12 hours, he who rested at normal time last night and woke up naturally this morning... seems a bit too leisurely.

"It's nothing compared to you.

Because of Hoover and CIA's undercover exposure, CIA kept a close eye on them—James felt that if they were willing to use this kind of energy to find members of the organization, they might have already collected more information.

The FBI was forced to withdraw from Japan, and Akai faced the organization alone without assistance for the past six months.

Thinking of all that happened in the past six months, Akai Shuichi himself is more relaxed than James, Judy and others who are far away in the United States.

"How are you doing...?" the FBI officer asked.

When he saw Akai again, James found that he was exceptionally normal.

He has seen some undercover agents who sneaked into criminal organizations, because they were forced to do a lot of things against their will, and had to fight wits and courage with others to protect their undercover identities. Under such long-term mental pressure, most of them became more withdrawn or More brutal.

Akai Shuichi lit another cigarette with a match, bit his mouth and mumbled: "I didn't touch the important task."

This is within James' expectations. A transnational criminal organization that has been entrenched for many years will certainly not trust the members who joined later, especially when Shuichi Akai replaced him with an identity that is hostile to the organization.

"What about interpersonal? Have you met any new important members?"

"No, it's still what I said before."

Shuichi Akai's current life is really simple.

He has been staying in Mihua Town for a long time. When he has no tasks, he does morning exercises during the day and goes to the training ground at night. The rest of the time he stays in the apartment or goes out by himself, and goes to the next-door Kawado Town at the end of each month to collect rent.

For one month he didn't receive any organizational assignments—no handyman—and even so, Angostella paid him a lump sum for his organization salary, plus another hard-earned money for running errands and collecting rent.

Angostella said that he can find a bright job, and if it is difficult to find a job with low education, he is willing to sponsor him to study in a specialized school.

For this reason, Akai Shuichi went to the training ground of the lower-level members to ask, and the instructor there said that other lower-level members did not have such treatment, which was a benefit Angostella gave to his subordinates.

...He came to the organization as an undercover agent, not a real member of the organization, so Hideyoshi Akai kept the money and declined to go to study.

James sighed again: "It's possible to reach more people after you get the code name."

Akai Hideichi smoked quietly and did not answer for a while.

After Scotland and Bourbon got the code names, they are still Angostella's subordinates. The two of them are, and he probably won't be able to escape.

He didn't have any complaints about Angustra, a boss who would make countless capitalists call him a fool.

If he was really a member of the organization and not an undercover agent, this boy code-named Bitters would be Shuichi Akai's first and only willing choice.

It's just that this little boss is very good in terms of personality and everything, but his vision is hard to describe.

—It was about Bourbon, who became more and more distorted after he got the code name.

Akai Shuichi has never seen a second person who bored him as much as Bourbon... Amuro Toru.

Most of the time he didn't do anything, the golden retriever was still making all sorts of criticisms and words, and his face was full of murderous looks in front of him. Angustra turned her head and smiled brightly, and the speed of changing her face surprised even the well-informed Shuichi Akai .

Gin is just vigilant, just be careful not to step on his sensitive spots, as long as he is quiet, he will not go to trouble others at will; and Toru Amuro...

Akai Shuichi felt that the fact that he was still alive might be the biggest minefield for that loyal dog.

…It doesn’t work like this. In the past, I didn’t have a code name and only did miscellaneous tasks. After having a code name, I was targeted everywhere, and my undercover identity was very easy to be exposed.

Is there any good way to solve this big trouble permanently?

James trembled, and he felt a murderous aura that was colder than the winter wind coming from behind him: "...Zhu Xing? What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I accidentally thought of something disgusting."

Akai Hideichi took a puff of cigarette and looked up to the sky, the winter afternoon sun was warm on his body, it was very noisy in the distance, but the surrounding was very quiet, a scene of tranquility and tranquility.

But as long as he thought of Toru Amuro, he would lose peace in his heart and only have killing intent.

Akai Hideichi thought about it, and suddenly thought of an idea he had a few months ago.

—Toru Amuro is a very obvious mixed race, can you do something to deduce the identity of FBI undercover agent from him? Find another chance to sell him and climb up on this loyal dog's corpse?

James didn't know what Shuichi Akai was thinking, he looked up at the time above the display, got up and left the stool.

"I have to go now."

Akai Hideo nodded unobtrusively, he knew he couldn't stay for too long.

But when James was about to turn around and leave, Akai Shuichi suddenly stopped him again.

"That ex-Navy SEAL who died on the train last night... where was he shot?"

"Brainstem in the middle." James replied, "According to the Metropolitan Police Department's calculations, the murderer fired on another bridge 1,300 yards away, but the surrounding surveillance did not leave any clues..."

He didn't understand why Shuichi Akai paid attention to this. As an undercover agent, he didn't need to care about other murders... Wait a minute, could it be this!

James reacted suddenly. He looked at Hideo Akai, but he shook his head.

"Not sure yet."

1300 yards, at night, the target is sitting on a moving express train... only Angustra can do it among the snipers he knows.

But Angostella likes to hit people in the left eye. He hasn't seen him hit anywhere else in training. The middle of the brainstem is not in line with his habits.

——

In an office building in Kubado-cho ~lightnovelpub.net~ Jingbai Ye sighed out the window.

This office building is integrated with the shopping mall. The second basement floor is the garage, the first to fourth floors are the shopping mall, and the fifth to twenty-fourth floors are the office area.

He rented out all the floors of the shops and office area below, and placed the information team on the 19th floor. They mixed with a bunch of ordinary social animals on other floors to work every day, and mixed with the customers of the shopping mall after work.

It seems that the number of people in contact with has increased, but in fact the concealment has become higher, and it is less noticeable than sneaking in and out through the back door of the Internet cafe in the past.

[My limit distance is really only 1200 yards...]

Although the target was still dead after being hit in the brainstem by him, for Jing Baiye, who regarded the left eye as the real key, the sniping mission last night was a failure.

[...Host, although I know you are telling the truth, why does it sound so...worth beating? 】The system opened its mouth quietly.

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