During the three days when Toru Amuro pursued Yoko Fukaya and battled wits with the air, Tsumugi Kawakami and Bermod had been pursuing Takashi Nakai's line.
Of course, the main force is Belmode, and Kawakami doesn't have to worry about her ability in intelligence.
So when Bellmode was negotiating with Nakai Takashi, Kawakami chose a place about 700 yards away to enjoy the sniper from a distance.
In most cases, there is no need for him to take action, so appreciation plays the main part.
As time passes, fermented fear is the best weapon.
This time it was Belmod who disguised herself as Yoko Fukaya. Nakai Takashi, who was tortured by fear and had trouble sleeping and eating, had no intention of resisting in front of the girl who had been tortured by him.
Tsumugi Kawakami complained, "Not only did I make the sacrifice of dressing up as a woman, but you also completely tricked me into this mission." He argued with Bellmode for a long time, obtained the remote monitoring rights, and watched how Bellmode coerced and lured Takashi Nakai. Doing things for them.
Of course, hiding it from the gentleman and Rum. He and Belmode both had leverage on each other, and it was common for them to facilitate each other. They had a long history of working together.
By the way, it solved the doubts that Kawakamiji had always had.
Takashi Nakai couldn't have predicted that Yoko Fukaya would show up at Chris Wynyard's fundraiser, so why would he carry a cyanide injection with him?
Who is this injection really meant to deal with?
The answer was stranger than he expected.
Nakai Takashi planned to use this injection to deal with the people of that organization.
"...What did he think? Why do you think a tube of cyanide can achieve such a feat? This is the worst time cyanide has been hacked." Kawakami complained softly.
The headset developed by the winery has a built-in communication function. Bellmode responded to his trash talk: "Hold your complaints, you are affecting my performance."
"Since you responded, it means it won't affect your performance." Kawakami replied, "By the way, I want to ask why he pointed the needle at the poor innocent Miss Yoko again."
Electric current noise came from the earphones, and Nakai Takashi answered the question in a vague voice.
"I...I just made it up on the spur of the moment."
…Great, that makes sense.
Kawakami killed half of the nearly ten conspiracy theories listed in his mind.
It was hard for him to understand why there were such weird improvisations in the world. Just like a top criminal who can plan a perfect crime with just a thought, it is difficult to understand why someone can still be caught.
If I remember correctly, this phenomenon is called the curse of knowledge: when a person knows something, he can't imagine that he doesn't know it... Going off topic, Kawakamiji pulled Xinma's thoughts away. return.
He continued to listen.
That organization came to Nakai Takashi again six months ago, and continued to ask Nakai Takashi to continue to provide them with transportation channels, using what happened twelve years ago as an excuse.
This time their behavior was completely different from last time. If it was a win-win cooperation with Nakai Takashi before, this time it was outright exploitation, pushing him out as a scapegoat at the slightest sign of trouble.
No wonder Nakai Takashi would carry a bottle of cyanide with him for self-defense, and would attack him if he disagreed. It seemed to be insanity caused by long-term tension.
This "home visit" yielded more information than they expected.
Belmod got the specific transportation route from Nakai Takashi, and forced him to write a copy of all the information he knew within an hour, type it several times, and then leave.
Kawakami put away his sniper rifle and evacuated.
To match the prominent guitar bag on his back, he dressed up quite avant-garde:
Wearing a pair of baggy jeans dotted with holes, a black top covered in graffiti, and clip-on metal earrings, he looked somewhere between a street performer and a delinquent gangster.
"Kashasha, we need to go to the scene to investigate the information this time."
The two met, and Tsumugi Kawakami got on the back seat of Belmode's Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and he put on his helmet.
"Sneak into that organization?" asked Kawakami Tsumugi, "Sneaking is your specialty. You won't need me for the next part."
This mission was led by Belmode, and the main plan was naturally decided by her.
In fact, he is no longer needed for the mission at this point. Kawakami feels that Bermod can handle it alone.
He is just a tool that the other party pulls over to take the blame if the mission fails.
"Who said you won't be needed anymore?" Belmode smiled, "It's your responsibility to find the branch of that organization."
They only got the transportation route, and it was not very difficult to deduce one of the organization's branch points from it - for a monster like Kawakami Tsumugi who has a good mind and super memory; of course, for Belmod It's not difficult, but it may take more time.
"I'm from the operations team, Sharon."
"Then go and talk to Rum about how you interfered with my intelligence mission."
Bermod suddenly started the motorcycle, and Tsumugi Kawakami almost fell off it. He was so frightened that he hugged Bermod's waist.
"Boy, sit still!!"
Belmod laughed wildly and instantly increased the speed of the car to full speed, leaving black tire marks on the ground.
“What are you doing ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
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Kawakamiji vowed that he would break off relations with Belmode.
Do people like this always stay together to celebrate Obon?
Kawakami, who had recovered from the Fast and the Furious, was writing and drawing on the map with a dark face, and by the way, he kicked Belmode out of the room, blocking out a series of ridicules of "Kashasha, you are so good at cooking".
What's wrong with motion sickness? Motion sickness means he has good balance and sharp vestibular function.
That old woman... Kawakami thought angrily. She used too much force to pierce the paper with the tip of her pen. She was obviously trying to interfere with his work.
Kawakami marked five points on the map, delineated the approximate range, and filtered the possible results to one based on multiple factors such as building size, road conditions, and density of people.
"Belmod, the results are out."
After the work was done, Kawakami was almost relieved, and he called Belmod in.
"Only one is reserved? You are confident enough."
"I don't mind if you want to travel to five places." Kawakami Jiyong got on the computer, and the excitement in his brain made him want to eat lemon candy. "My inference will not be wrong."
He said "you can't go wrong" in a plain tone, with a smile in his tone, which makes it easy for people to ignore the arrogance in it.
Belmode smiled and shook the car keys in his hand: "Then let's go, my dear."
Kawakami Tsumugi snatched the key to Belmode: "I'll drive it this time!"
It would be a waste to drive such a good Harley motorcycle to Kashasha.
It's not that his skills are not good, it's just that his driving style is smooth and smooth, like an old instructor who has been in a driving school for more than ten years.
Always drive at the speed limit, avoid pedestrians, yield to vehicles, wait for traffic lights... the standards are as good as textbooks.
Belmode watched helplessly as a half-grown delinquent scurried past them, turning around with a smirk and flashing his middle finger.
"Kashaxia, how come you have been able to work in the organization for so many years with your driving skills?" Belmod asked quietly.
"Maybe I died in a car accident in my last life." Kawakami responded casually, "We are here to send others on their way, not to reincarnate."
