London, England.

Two unremarkable cars parked in front of the hotel.

Curacao unfastened her seat belt, whispered a few words to the bottom member in charge of driving, then opened the door and got out of the car, walked to the other two waiting for her, and the three entered the hotel together.

The organization has never been stingy with the material conditions for the code members, and the three best suites have been booked here. They took the key cards, did not do much communication, and went back to their rooms to rest.

The second, and possibly a third mission, will take place after dawn.

…

Curacao went back to his room, tore off the rope that tied his hair, straightened his hair, and sat down on the armchair in the living room.

Her posture is lazy and relaxed. She has always been cautious and did not check whether there are bugs or cameras installed in the house, and returning here is more assured than returning to her own home.

"How is it, Ireland?"

As soon as she sat down, she called and asked about the results of that email from hours earlier.

There was a sound of typing on the keyboard on the opposite side. Ireland, who was still in Japan and in charge of entering Lai Yin's house for inspection, said, "Lai Yin's residence and computer are very clean. He probably handled it specially before he left."

"Can you recover?"

"I'm not Angstra, I only know a little bit about IT."

Ireland paused and continued in a helpless tone: "And in this task, I can't ask him or the people in the information team for help - if I can, I don't want him to know that I performed this task."

Also aware of Angstra's second-in-command confidant Silent.

"but…"

The BOSS driver suddenly changed his words.

"I found something else interesting."

——

In the bathroom of the other suite, Shuichi Akai took off his clothes and went into the shower naked.

He unscrewed the bridle, and the water sprayed from the hood poured down from his head. His long hair was quickly wet, and strands of it stuck to his body.

The cold water seemed to wash away the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.

The water temperature gradually rose, and the white mist filled the small space, bringing a feeling of being on the verge of suffocation.

…

When Akai Shuichi came out after washing, it was drizzling outside the window.

It rains often in London, but there are few downpours that can make people feel embarrassed. The drizzle here is gentle and reserved, and the road is shrouded in a kind of mist all year round.

This is where he grew up.

But the first night he returned to his homeland might be sleepless all night.

Shuichi Akai, who had just arrived in the UK from Germany, did not have any decent weapons on his body, and the sniper rifle that killed the undercover agent had long since been taken away. He doesn't care about these, or in other words, even if he cares about it now, there is nothing he can do.

Akai Shuichi wiped his hair and sat on the sofa, picked up his phone and flipped through his emails.

The inbox on his phone was mostly emails with Angstra, and he knew only a few people in the organization. The latest email was also sent by Angstra, a few days ago.

[Come to the villa once, I have the immune serum of the virus stolen by the criminal group. —Angostura]

…

Akai Shuichi seldom took the initiative to go to the villa in the 6-chome 6-district of Beikacho, and he would only go there when Angstra asked him to go.

The Scottish door opened when he entered, and Bourbon was not there, which made him feel that the air in the villa was fresh.

Angstra was sitting on the sofa. The cat, who had always been in his arms before, was temporarily in the cage because of his injury. He opened an iron box and took out the medicine and syringes inside and handed it to him.

Akai Shuichi didn't take it: "Why give me this?"

Shuichi Akai's mentality didn't change much after Angstra himself spoke out about the evil he committed at the FBI.

Maybe it's his personality that won't be overly shocked, or maybe he already knew that Angstra is not as harmless as he looks. He was more curious about how exactly he had identified those targets than hatred or disgust.

"That virus is very dangerous, and precautions must be taken." Angstra explained, "Don't worry, this is really serum, not the hallucinogenic drug you injected during the previous interrogation, and there are no side effects."

"I know." Akai Shuichi replied, "You are not Bourbon."

In this regard, he believed more in Angstra, even though he knew that Bourbon was most likely undercover.

Angstra froze, and from the shape of his mouth that moved slightly, Akai Shuichi guessed that he meant to say "don't say that to Bourbon" - he always protects his subordinates in language - but for some reason, This time he fell silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Akai Shuichi asked again, "I'm just curious, why do you want to protect me?"

The person who treated the FBI like that before, he should know that he is undercover, right?

As a member of the organization, he found that his subordinates were undercover and did not want to kill him. Instead, he wanted to cover his identity to protect him. If he is discovered by other members of the organization, he will be in trouble himself.

and…

"I'm not as weak as you think."

Undercover agents can't be eager to protect, such a mentality is too weak. When accepting assignments, they should know the risks they will take.

Not just him, all undercover agents are like that.

"I know that you are very powerful. Although each has your own strengths, you are the one with the highest overall quality among the three."

Angstra suddenly stretched out another hand to Shuichi Akai who was standing in front of him.

Akai Hideo bent over, and Angustra grabbed his long hair and pulled it down gently.

This time he lowered his head completely, but he didn't care that his vital neck was exposed in front of the hand that pierced through the electronic door. He looked down at him at an angle that reminded him of the collar bomb he took off for him when they first met.

Angstra looked at him from the bottom up, but his tone was condescending.

"But so what, you are weaker than me. As my person, I just want to protect you."

Akai Hideyoshi, who was rarely evaluated as weak, smiled. He knew that what Angstra said was the truth, and he said in a half-joking tone: "If Bourbon hears this, he will be jealous."

If Bourbon is undercover, then the jealous Patron dog is just his disguise.

That was a terrible man, and his disguise fooled him too.

He is like this. Angstra, who has a high force value but a relatively simple personality in front of him, is probably even more deceived...

"Won't."

As if afraid that Akai Shuichi didn't hear clearly, Angstra quietly repeated: "No way."

Akai Hideyoshi was taken aback.

Angstra let go of his hair and held out the thing in his hand again.

This time Akai Shuichi took over. He wanted to carefully observe Angstra's expression, but found that this little boss, who used to know well, was just sitting up obediently hugging his knees.

He picked up the corgi and held it in his arms, stroking the furry with his hands.

"Lai Yin, I'm going to a cruise soon. This mission is special. I won't take any of you there. If..."

Angstra paused for a moment~lightnovelpub.net~ hugged the corgi a little tighter before continuing: "If bourbon or gin asks you to perform any task, try your best not to go. , when they asked, they said I let you stay in Rice Kwa."

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"No matter what happens, I'll deal with it when I get back."

…

Akai Shuichi remembered Angstra's eyes at that time.

Like a little crow, he collects the things he likes, and then spreads his wings, trying hard to put all those things under his wings for protection.

But no matter how hard he tried, that pair of unfinished wings would always be out of reach.

Akai Hideyoshi looked out the window. He was very familiar with this place. From this window, he could even see the Vauxhall Bridge in the rain.

Maybe he can't wait for him to come back.

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