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?Midnight.
In the dark corridor, two men in black stood in front of a door, and one of them, a stout man, was unlocking the door.
The room was quiet, and the owner of the house had already fallen asleep.
There was a clear click and the door was opened.
The person behind him stepped into it first, and the strong man followed behind.
The person on the bed was sleeping soundly, but even though he was sleeping, the habit developed through long-term training still made him wake up the moment the bedroom door opened.
He opened his eyes, and saw two figures standing beside the bed, staring at him expressionlessly. Their eyes without a trace of emotion were like a knife stabbing at his face. A chill spread from his toes to Tianling Gai, making him feel like a child. Falling into an ice cave.
The two black figures were wearing hats, and their iconic silver hair made him immediately realize who they were.
Gin! !
Why did Gin come here suddenly?
He was exposed?
Something happened up there?
Before he could think about it, the black muzzle appeared in front of him.
Without any intention of talking, a bullet was fired from the gun. The dark stream of light hit his forehead with a whirlwind, and blood spattered. He lay on his back on the bed, with fear still in his eyes.
"Search!" Putting away the gun, Gin said coldly.
"Yes, brother!" Sensing the chill in Gin's words, Vodka responded quickly, and the decibel level of his voice increased involuntarily.
He walked to the door and pressed the switch, and the room suddenly became bright.
Looking at the light, Gin frowned, but then he relaxed and looked at the layout of the room.
This is a temporary residence.
Various details indicate that his owner only lives here temporarily.
Wearing gloves, Vodka rummaged through drawers and closets. Seeing that he couldn't find anything useful for a long time, Gin silently took out a gun and an ID from under the corpse's pillow.
"Heh, sure enough"
Looking at the certificate in his hand, he broke into a cold smile. It seemed that the gin was too strong, so the vodka tried to reduce its presence.
"Search! Search inch by inch!"
The moon disappeared into the clouds, and the black Porsche started from the roadside. Vodka drove the car, and Gin, the passenger, flipped the small notebook in his hand playfully.
Vodka turned to look at him and hesitated for a moment, "Brotherdon't we clean up the traces?"
The book in his hand closed with a snap, Gin leaned back on the chair, his eyes were cold and stern, "If you don't put the hook, how can any fish take the bait?"
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Early in the morning, a man knocked on the door, but no matter how hard he knocked, there was no movement inside.
He frowned and had a bad feeling. Without thinking too much, he directly found the spare key and opened the door.
Opening the door, there was nothing unusual in the living room. When he walked to the bedroom, his pupils suddenly shrank.
The entire bedroom was in a mess, and every floor tile in the room seemed to have been pried open. The person who rested in this room last night was lying on the bed with his head open, with a big hole in his forehead, and the bright red blood stained his sheets and The pillow was stained red, and the frightened expression on his face was still there, but it was silent.
"This" He took a step back, and a chill went straight to Tianling Gai.
Exposed? !
The intense panic prevented him from thinking calmly. He called his contact person in a panic, his hands shaking as he pressed the number.
"AkaAkaiFujisawahe's dead!"
"What?!"
Akai Shuichi stood up and the coffee on the table was almost knocked over.
He frowned and quickly inferred various possibilities in his mind, "What's going on?"
"I went to look for him in the morning, but no one answered the knock on the door. When I entered the house, I found Fujiwara dead. The whole bedroom seemed to have been searched inch by inch"
Listening to what was said over there, Akai Shuichi pinched his eyebrows irritably.
There have been too many things going on recently. First, he was targeted by the police for no apparent reason, and then the people in the organization seemed to know that he had returned to Japan. There was still no progress in what he wanted to investigate.
In order to avoid being informed of his whereabouts by the organization, he reduced the number of times he went out, and only a few people knew his address.
He was prepared for the worst, but what he didn¡¯t expect was that the first person to go wrong was a person who seemed to have nothing to do with the organization.people.
"Does Fujisawa have something on his hand?"
"Yes!" Fujisawa, as the FBI's hidden undercover agent in Japan for many years, naturally has the information and contact information of relevant personnel, which is also the source of his fear.
Once the other party cracks the code for their communication, other people hiding in Japan, including himself, will face severe danger!
Akai Shuichi was silent for a while, his voice was a little hoarse, "You call the police first, and I'll ask Cameron to go over and take a look at the situation."
After hanging up the phone, Shuichi Akai stood by the window and looked at the police station in the distance.
Was it done by the organization or the police?
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Poirot Caf¨¦.
Toru Amuro was clearing the table, and when he heard the sound of the door coming in, he saw Shundai Kamikawa walking into the coffee shop, said hello to him, and went straight to the window to sit down.
"How did you come?"
Kamikawa Shun took off his hat, looked at the environment of Poirot Cafe, and then looked at Toru Amuro, who was wearing work clothes.
He seems to be suitable for whatever he does.
When you are a chef, you are a competent chef. Whether buying food or cooking, you take every meal very seriously.
Now I work as a waiter in a coffee shop. Every move I make is friendly and courteous, making it hard for anyone to make a mistake.
"Can't I come and see you?"
Amuro Toru laughed, "Of course."
"The working status changes very quickly~"
"I've been working at Poirot for a few days, right? And I used to be a waiter in a restaurant." Amuro Toru chatted with Kawashun while cleaning up.
The cafe, which had become popular due to Toru Amuro's employment in the past few days, has returned to its normal state. It is not busy, but it is not deserted either.
"How many jobs have you done?" Shun Kamikawa was really curious about what jobs this working emperor had done.
Toru Amuro is 29 this year. If he graduated from the police academy at the age of 24, then he has been working part-time for five years?
"There are too many, I can't remember them clearly"
Since accepting the task to infiltrate the organization, he has basically been working part-time. Most of what he is responsible for is intelligence, and what intelligence requires is lurking and investigation. It is common to work in one place for several months just to investigate something.
Shangchuan Shun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Can I call you the working emperor?"
"Working emperor? Don't you think it's a bit exaggerated?"
"No, I think you are fully worthy of this title. I definitely can't treat every job with my heart."
Toru Amuro rolled his eyes and smiled, "With your personality, it's impossible for you to work part-time, right?"
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