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"At 9 o'clock this morning, a shooting occurred on the Vauxhall Bridge sightseeing bus. The man is a major suspect. Anyone who sees it should contact the police immediately..."

In an unassuming flower shop on the streets of London, a small television set hanging among various flowers broadcasts urgent news.

A photo of the back was displayed on the screen, which may have been taken from a distant surveillance camera. The photo was very blurry, and from this angle, the face could not be seen at all, only a long black hair hanging behind the person.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"

At the door of the store, a young clerk with a watering can warmly greeted a passing man.

He looked hurried, but stopped after hearing the words.

He is a tall, Asian male with short hair and a pulled-back hat, with locks of hair hanging over his right eye.

The moment he met those green eyes, the clerk's smile froze instantly, and the hair on his back instantly blew up, as if something extremely dangerous was hitting his vitals, making him suddenly feel like his life was threatened.

"what is this flower?"

The black-haired man looked indifferent, but his tone was not indifferent.

The clerk regained his composure and noticed that the man's eyes were on a certain large flower pot in front of the flower shop.

A howling wolf was printed in front of the white flower pot, and there were several roses in the flower pot, and water was dripping from the black petals.

"This is a black rose."

The man seemed very interested: "It's the first time I've seen such a flower... What does it mean?"

"this…"

The clerk showed hesitation, but still explained: "In some cultures, its flower language is loyalty, sincerity and yearning, but in other cultures, it symbolizes hypocrisy and immoral feelings, and is often used to perform witchcraft. Go curse some traitor..."

The man did not speak.

The clerk bent down and put the watering can aside, and took care of the flowers that had just been sprayed with water.

"This is a new variety that our store bought on Valentine's Day last year. Because its meaning is different from that of ordinary roses, sales have been poor. Only the store manager has always liked it. Even if it can't be sold, he still displays it at the door on."

"By the way, it also has a flower language..."

The clerk babbled a lot, then looked up, only to find that the man had long since disappeared.

"...you are a demon and belong to me."

The wind blew gently, and a drop of water slid down the black petals of the roses.

…

The first thing Akai Shuichi did after temporarily getting rid of the pursuers was to change his clothes.

The Vauxhall Bridge is near the mi6 headquarters, and there are a lot of surveillance around it. Even if he is careful, one or two silhouettes will still be photographed. Normally, the organization would dispose of all surveillance images for these members, but an exposed undercover agent obviously did not have this treatment.

The British police immediately issued a wanted warrant, but Akai Shuichi knew very well that it was mi6 who really wanted to arrest him.

He didn't know if Akai Marie and Akai Wuwu, who were at the scene of the eucalyptus discovery and would be called back to investigate afterwards, could recognize him, but he thought it should be possible.

Just like he was able to recognize Wuwu Akai on the second floor of the bus before he even had time to look up; his parents also recognized that the person in the back photo was himself.

After temporarily getting rid of the pursuers, Akai Hideichi changed his original clothes, cut off his long hair that he had kept for several years—the photo on the wanted list shows long hair, it is impossible for him to have such conspicuous features—and tidied up his body Existing stuff.

Zhu Xingda's ID card, bank card, passport, pistol, as well as an anesthetic gun and an electric shock device from the pursuers.

Akai Hideichi noticed when the shot was fired in Curacao, and the other party wanted to capture him alive.

And when he wanted to get rid of the organization's contact phone, the newly received group emails verified this conjecture.

[Urgent notice: Rye Whiskey fled near Vauxhall Bridge in London, England at 9:00 a.m. This member is an important member of the team and has strong capabilities. Please do not make any claims to hunt him down. If you must fight with him, you must not Attacks the vitals or the face. Those who provide information will be rewarded, you can contact the email address...]

Hideo Akai fell into deep thought when he thought about the "vital points" and "face" that were emphatically marked in red on the mail.

You can't even move your face, is it Angostella's order?

…No, Angostella probably didn't know about Bourbon's report, otherwise he would have blocked Bourbon, or sent an email to himself immediately.

The sound of hurried footsteps coming from behind brought Akai Hideichi back to his senses, he quickly glanced back, and sure enough someone was following him.

Since he didn't personally give the order...

That is, Angustra's status in the organization is much higher than expected.

—Even if he is an undercover agent, not only will he not be implicated as a boss, but the organization will even be concerned about his willful preference and will not easily hurt himself.

Akai Hideichi turned around and went into another street, and took out a gun from his pocket.

He was so, so most likely also exposed Bourbon, who was also...

——

This is the fourth time that Curacao secretly looked at Rum's expression.

Maybe it was because Shirley and Shirley had watched a lot of **** TV series before the business trip. She always felt that the way Rum looked at Bourbon at this time was like an old prime minister who dedicated himself to the dynasty glaring at the seductive **** who bewitched the little prince. .

He wanted to kill him but couldn't, and he wanted to persuade the little prince who was good in other aspects but couldn't, so he could only stay where he was, powerless and furious.

Thinking of the email he just received, Curacao sighed in his heart, stepped forward and said to Rum: "There is news from Daijili that Port and Cinar Bitters have brought back Scotch whiskey. He wants to ask you How to deal with it."

"Scotland, Bourbon, Lyon..."

Gritting his teeth, Rum read out the undercover code names one by one.

He stared at Bourbon's face, the blond mixed-race man's closed eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ reminded the organization's second in command of the French undercover who died a year ago.

Is this one or two specifically aimed at the heir of the organization? !

"...Tell Dai Jili to let him and those two newcomers throw Scotland to that underground prison in Tottori Prefecture!" After Rum finished speaking, he pointed to Bourbon in front of him, "Curaçao, you put this guy Take it back to Japan and throw it in together, let Angustra handle it when she comes back!"

Bourbon bowed his head, unresponsive when Rum lit him.

The natural blond hair that Angostura likes like sunshine has already become dull in the dim interrogation room.

One side of his earlobe was still dripping blood, and the earbud in the shape of a puppy was gone.

"Yes." Curacao nodded.

As the organization's second-in-command confidant, she naturally knew where Angostella and that gentleman had gone, and her guardian Shirley was also there.

It's ten thirty in the morning in London and six thirty in the afternoon in Tokyo.

A grand and desperate firework show is about to take place on the Japanese ship Nidhogg...