This side of the island country, night.
Asakura sat at the bar, listening to the slightly green singing voice of the resident singer.
Organizations often use bars as meeting places, which are closed when contact is needed but open during normal hours.
Of course, when we meet at this temporary base, if there are undercover agents, the bar will be a one-time consumable and will be changed hands after a few days.
However, it is not easy for bars to change hands now. The operation of transferring brandy once they meet can deceive people for a while at first, but after being fooled more times, no one is willing to take over at a high price.
The FBI, CIA... their budgets are also limited. After being deceived again and again, their IQs begin to rise inversely proportional to the degree of their wallets.
They finally realized that if they were put up for sale by the organization, nothing of value would be left behind.
This kind of acquisition is nothing more than taking advantage of others.
"Nanako sings so beautifully!"
Sitting not far from Asakura Makoto was a drunken middle-aged uncle. After just a few glasses of beer, his face was flushed and he spoke loudly.
His appearance is decent, and if he were serious, he could be called heroic, but now his drunken and frivolous behavior makes him look very rude.
Asakura Makoto glanced at the drunken Moori Kogoro. At this time, he was pestering CIA special commissioner William Carter, who was about to have a fit but was frightened that this was the organization's territory and could only swallow his anger.
It's not that Mouri Kogoro had any thoughts about this man. He was just drunk and saw that this man was not interested in the beautiful singer named "Nanako" on the stage. As a fan, he started out normally. Just missionary activity.
"Sir, please pay attention."
The mission target, brandy, was right next to him. How could William Carter be willing to spend time on this drunkard? He stretched out his hand and pushed Mouri Kogoro away, who was approaching and smelled of alcohol.
At this time, the "Nanako" just finished singing one song and asked the audience for the title of the next song.
Mouri Kogoro obviously did not care about his missionary career and joined the discussion among the audience.
After getting rid of the entanglement, William Carter came slightly closer to Brandy and said quietly and quickly: "We need to talk."
Hearing this, Asakura Makoto grabbed the rim of the wine glass with his right hand and lifted it up. There was an untouched bourbon in the glass.
He looked through the large chunks of ice at William, who showed a little anxiety on his face.
"Tsk, it seems that this glass of wine... is still watered down."
This means that his whereabouts have been leaked again, and the undercover agents in the organization are still there.
Hearing this sentence, William Carter's expression was ugly - he read the meaning, but the needs of reality forced them to inquire about Brandy's whereabouts from Keir again and again.
When the top brass of the CIA learned that the organization was interested in cooperating, they were surprised at first - that old crow would rather dismantle the Karasuma Consortium and move it underground than cooperate with other forces. What now...
Then there's the ecstasy - cooperation is good, but you are working with your own people, but the progress is slow, there are not enough experimental materials, and there is a lack of scientific researchers? This is not a problem, as long as it produces results, I can get you whatever you want.
Driven by this emotion, the order conveyed by those above is to cooperate with the organization as much as possible and gain the right to participate in research at all costs.
In addition, later, the few words of Brandy that Kiel allegedly overheard revealed that in this cooperation, Brandy did not want to use the CIA as a weapon, but really wanted to open up the research, and even let them send researchers to participate - —
As soon as the news came out, they were even more excited.
Cooperation is a must.
Previously, their idea was just to give it a try, but after Asakura deliberately offered generous conditions, it became a must-win.
However... at this moment, when their desires were aroused, Asakura acted like a goddess hanging on a dog.
It hangs in front of your eyes all day long, but it just doesn't come into close contact with you.
Every time I want to talk about business, what follows is meaningless gags.
It's not like the CIA doesn't understand the dangers of having undercover agents constantly provide Brandy's whereabouts, but it's not a matter of urgency.
In their eyes, they are not the only goals of the organization's cooperation.
Especially when he grabbed the research data and put great pressure on other colleagues. With the style of those guys, if there was a chance to cooperate with the organization, they would definitely run faster than him.
William Carter's tone was serious, and he shouted out Asakura's real code name with a bit of gritted teeth: "Brandy!"
Hearing his shout, Asakura raised his hand and signaled to the bartender at the bar: "This gentleman would like a glass of brandy, the best kind."
"Okay boss." The bartender turned around and took out a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, opened it, poured it in, and pushed it in front of William Carter.
This series of actions... William Carter looked at the valuable liquor in the glass, his face darkened, and he looked at the brandy, ready to get angry.
He is the CIA!
Since when has the CIA ever been so angry?
However, when he looked over, he found that Brandy was taking a pen from the bartender and writing something in a palm-sized notebook.
"His" sound.
Asakura tore off the paper along the binding line and pressed it on the table, then slowly pushed it in front of him.
"Let's talk next time."
After saying that, he walked away, leaving only the glass of bourbon on the bar with the ice cubes melting quietly.
At this point in time, he was just on the eve of getting angry, forcing him to suppress the resentment he had been playing with in the past few days again.
William Carter picked up the paper and put it in his hand, and glanced at it.
"Three days later, Mihua Station."
finally……
After receiving the news, William Carter felt a sense of relief after all the hardships. He tore up the note and put it into his pocket, preparing to deal with it later.
I stood up to pay and was about to leave.
"How many?"
William Carter looked at the bill with stunned eyes.
"Ninety-four thousand and fifty yen."
"???"
He doubted his ears. Is this place so expensive?
Or……
His eyes fell on the last glass of brandy ordered for him...
"That's it." The bartender saw his actions and explained, "This can be considered a quirk of our boss. The price of every brandy in the bar is very expensive..."
"This cup..." As he spoke, he took the price list and placed it in front of William Carter.
I saw above that all kinds of brandies were listed in separate columns, with the top one among them.
"Ninety thousand yen a cup!?"
"There is no way..." the bartender shrugged and said he was helpless, "so there are very few people in the bar who can order brandy."
Seeing the genuine price list, William gritted his teeth and paid the bill——
Anyway, he can be reimbursed when he goes back, and it's not his money spent.
