Their destination was the organization's branch in Zone Z, Tokyo.
The two rested in the mobile safe house set up by the organization in this area, and the Harley motorcycle was replaced by an ordinary ordinary car.
The organization's safe houses are roughly divided into two types: one is an exclusive safe house owned by code members, which is approved by the organization or prepared by itself; the other is a mobile safe house established to meet the members' operational needs. Any code member can use the safe house according to the task. Required to apply for activation.
The mobile safe house that Belmode applied for was a warehouse owned by the organization. Cheap stuffed animals piled up everywhere emitted an unpleasant smell. The two of them walked along the corridor. The moonlight streaming in through the window split the darkness.
Belmod used the key to open the warehouse at the end of the corridor, and dust blew into his face.
Kawakamiji had never used a mobile safe house before when he was a member of the action team. He didn't like a house full of other people's traces.
Just like this one: the thickness of the dust on the ground is uneven, probably to erase footprints, and there are scratch marks on the dust on the right corner of the inner eaves, proving that a window has been opened.
This safe house has been activated in the past few days.
Kawakami's brain began to analyze the person involuntarily again: left-handed, cautious personality, height fluctuates around 185, there are no footprints and it is impossible to accurately judge...
Stop, stop, these have nothing to do with this mission.
Kawakami closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his hands. Sometimes he was really annoyed that his mind was analyzing everything.
On the other side, there was a table of Belmod's disguise tools, and she was tying up her silver hair. With his teammates so active, Kawakami was too embarrassed to sit there in a daze, so he began to take stock of his weapons arsenal.
Two detachable military daggers, two Colt M1911A1s, bullets, a USB flash drive, listening devices, small flash bombs and several micro-bombs, a small tube of concealed C709 strong volatile anesthetic and two masks with filters.
Kawakami thought for a moment, left the gun, bullets and flash bombs, then removed the dagger handle, and hid the remaining items properly on his body.
"Kashasha, it's your turn."
Belmod's plump cheeks became thinner and plainer, and his voice became shriller. From a distance, he looked like a passerby everywhere on the street.
Kawakami put away his glasses, closed his eyes and relaxed his facial muscles as Belmod asked.
Belmode smeared his face with various cool things, and before long, he turned into a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a childish appearance.
"The hair also needs to be treated. The gray color is too conspicuous." Belmode said.
"The most common short black hair, it's best to look like it hasn't been washed for two or three days." Tsumugi Kawakami gathered his gray hair, "Can you achieve that effect?"
"It's rude to doubt a lady, dear."
Belmod used his fingers to open the silicone headgear and put it on him: "Are you really born with gray hair?"
"Then your silver hair was dyed?" Kawakami smiled innocently, "I remember it was blonde a long time ago."
Belmod showed a disgusted expression.
"Don't laugh, you look very... malicious."
The smile on Kashasha's original face could appropriately express a series of emotions such as gentleness, innocence, and friendliness, but the face he put on, which looked more harmless to humans and animals, seemed inconsistent.
The two of them changed the topic in a tacit understanding. Hair color was Belmod's secret, and it was also Kawakami's secret.
Kawakami Tsumugi's hair color is indeed natural.
It's very rare. According to tissue research, it should be a genetic mutation, just like his hyperamnesia.
However, Tsumugi Kawakami is more willing to claim that it is dyed, because this can avoid a lot of troubles, such as being picked to look at the root of the hair - here he is reprimanding Armagnac, his previous partner in the action team, in real name.
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Kawakami Tsumugi was released halfway by Belmode.
He watched helplessly as the other party stepped on the accelerator and sped away, leaving him covered in car exhaust fumes. He felt that this scene seemed familiar, and then he remembered that the last person who treated him like this was Gin.
It should be said that there is an unclear affair between the two people, even the point of throwing it away after use is so similar.
Kawakami shrugged, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked along the road to a populated area. He deliberately fell down on the road and soiled his clothes, making his image even more embarrassing.
He was still wearing the clothes of a delinquent, which made him look like a teenager who ran away from home in anger.
This is also a temporary character design that Kawakami Tsumugi made for himself.
Belmod went to infiltrate that organization on his own. Although they had a good relationship, the notoriously loner mystic would not take him with him when he actually carried out the infiltration mission.
But you’ve already come here, so it would be boring to go back directly.
So Kawakami asked Bermod to disguise himself. He planned to use another method to sneak into the organization and have a look - they took the initiative to invite him in.
The group's primary targets are children, and he is within the age range he is currently pretending to be.
A child who ran away from home and wandered in an unmonitored alley in the middle of the night, under the nose of a human trafficking organization, should be easily recruited...
In fact, it is estimated that the success rate does not exceed 15%. If the target is not reached tonight, Kawakami will go back.
Kawakamiji drew a map of the nearest neighborhoods in his mind and selected several excellent trafficking locations.
He wandered aimlessly, passing half a pack of cigarettes from an unlucky passer-by, and picked up some money from another unlucky passer-by.
It's useless. He would rather have a lighter. If he goes to a convenience store to buy it, his face will be exposed, which will increase the risk for criminals who attack him. So Kawakami patiently searched for the target in the crowd, and successfully got the lighter from the third unlucky passerby.
Kawakami doesn't smoke, but he always needs some props for an impromptu performance.
There were gradually fewer people on the street. He walked under the overpass and sat by the flower bed.
Behind him is the shadow under the bridge, and two dirty trash cans are placed next to the bridge pillars. The cold draft was mixed with the stench of rotting things.
The arrival of Kawakamiji disturbed the small animals that were looking for food at the bottom of the barrel, which must be rats.
The young man saw two gray shadows escaping into the darkness against the pillar wall. He smiled weakly and slowly took out the cigarette from the bottom of his pants pocket.
For the relatively cheap BLACK DEMON, Tsumugi Kawakami pressed the lighter unskillfully, and fire finally came out for the fifth time.
He lit the cigarette, took a long drag, then arched his body and coughed.
The boy curled up and buried his face in his knees, his body trembling.
The speeding car stirred up dust, and only a few passers-by passed by. Seeing Kawakami dressed as a gangster, he quickly walked away with a kind of indifferent disgust.
From a certain point of view, Kawakami is very grateful to passers-by for their indifference, which will make his plan go more smoothly.
And whether there is an audience or not, it will not affect Kawakami's ability to entertain himself.
About four or five hours later, Kawakamiji heard the friction of wheels against the ground, and a car stopped beside him.
Kawakami raised his head in a daze. Someone covered his mouth and nose with a towel, and he smelled the special sweetness of ether.
