London, England.

Two unremarkable cars parked in front of the hotel.

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

The organization has never been stingy about giving the code members excellent material conditions, and booked the three best suites here as early as possible. They took the key cards, did not communicate too much, and went back to their rooms to rest.

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

…

Curacao went back to the room, pulled off the hair tie that tied his hair, combed his hair and sat down on the armchair in the living room.

Her posture was lazy and relaxed. She was always cautious and did not check whether there were bugs or cameras installed in the house. She felt more at ease returning here than returning to her own home.

"How is it, Ireland?"

As soon as she sat down, she called and asked for the results of the email she had counted hours earlier.

There was a sound of typing on the keyboard from the opposite side, and Ireland, who was still in Japan and responsible for entering Lai Yin's house, said: "Lai Yin's residence and computer are very clean, probably he took care of it before he left."

"Can it be recovered?"

"I'm not Angostella, I just know a little bit about IT."

Ireland paused, and then continued in a helpless tone: "And in this mission, it is impossible for me to ask him or someone from the information team for help—if I can, I don't want him to know that I carried out this mission."

The second-in-command who also knew Angostella was silent.

"but…"

The BOSS driver suddenly changed his language.

"I found something else interesting."

——

In the bathroom of another suite, Akai Shuichi took off his clothes and entered the shower naked.

He unscrewed the bridle, and the water sprayed from the hood fell from his head, and his long hair was quickly wet, sticking to his body.

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

The water temperature gradually increased, and the white mist permeated the small space, bringing a feeling of suffocation.

…

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

It rains a lot in London, but there are seldom downpours that make people feel embarrassed. The drizzle here is gentle and subtle, and the roads are shrouded in a kind of mist all year round.

This is where he grew up.

But the first night he returned to his hometown, he might not be able to sleep all night.

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

Akai Hideichi wiped his hair and sat down on the sofa, picked up his phone and checked his emails.

Most of the inbox on his phone was emails from Angostella, the few people he knew in the organization. The latest email was also from Angustra, a few days ago.

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

…

Akai Hideichi rarely took the initiative to go to the villa at the 6-chome 6th place in Mihuacho, and he would only go there when Angostella asked him to go.

When he went in, Scotland opened the door, and Bourbon was not there, which made him feel that the air in the villa was fresh.

Angostella was sitting on the sofa. The cat, which he had always held in his arms before, was temporarily kept in a cage because of injuries. He opened an iron box, took out the medicine and syringes inside and handed it to him.

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

After Angustra spoke out about his evil deeds in the FBI, Akai Shuichi's mentality did not change much.

Maybe it was because of his own character that he would not be overly shocked, or maybe he knew that Angostella was not as harmless as he looked. Rather than hate or disgust, he was more curious about how he clearly identified those targets.

"The virus is very dangerous, so you have to take precautions." Angostella explained, "Don't worry, this is really a serum, not the hallucinogenic drug you injected during the interrogation, and there are no side effects."

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

In this regard, he trusted Angostella even more, even though he knew that Bourbon was most likely an undercover agent.

Angostella was stuck, and from the shape of his mouth that moved slightly, Akai Shuichi guessed that he wanted to say "Don't say that about Bourbon"—he always protects his subordinates in words—but for some reason, This time he fell silent.

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

People who treated the FBI like that before, he should know that he is an undercover agent, right?

As a member of the organization, when he found out that his subordinate was an undercover agent, he didn't panic and wanted to kill him, but wanted to cover his identity to protect him. If he was found out by others in the organization, he would be in trouble himself.

and…

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

An undercover agent cannot yearn for protection, such a mentality is too weak. When accepting a task, they should know the risks they will take.

Not just him, all undercover agents are like this.

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

Angostella suddenly extended his other hand to Akai Shuichi who was standing in front of him.

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

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

Angustra looked at him from bottom to top, but her tone was condescending.

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

Hideichi Akai, who was rarely judged weakly, smiled. He knew that what Angustra 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 guardian dog is just his disguise.

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

He is like this, Angustra, who has a high level of strength but a relatively simple personality, is probably even more deceived...

"Won't."

As if afraid that Shuichi Akai might not have heard clearly, Angustra repeated quietly: "No."

Akai Shuichi was taken aback.

Angostella let go of his hair and held out what was in his hand again.

This time Akai Shuichi took over, he wanted to observe Angostella's expression carefully, but found that this little boss who used to be easy to understand, just curled up with his knees in his arms and sat up obediently.

He took the corgi doll, hugged it in his arms, and gently stroked the fur with his hand.

"Come on Yin, I'm going to the cruise ship right now, this mission is special, I won't take any of you there, if..."

Angustra paused for a moment~lightnovelpub.net~ hugged the corgi even tighter, and then continued: "If Bourbon or Gin ask you to perform some mission, try your best to refuse it." , when they asked, they said that I let you stay in Mihua."

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

…

Akai Shuichi remembered Angostella's eyes at that time.

He is like a little crow, collecting things he likes, and then spreading his wings, struggling to put all those things under his wings for protection.

But no matter how hard he tried, there was always room for the pair of fledgling wings to reach.

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

Perhaps, he could not wait for his return.

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