"A disgustingly hypocritical guy?"
After arriving at the destination, Kawakami got out of the car and muttered in a low voice, "I admit it's hypocritical. It's disgusting? Sure enough, there is something wrong with the aesthetics of Grenache."
Kawakami Tsumugi thought he was quite good in this dark winery.
From the outside, this organization's stronghold is the underground parking lot of a commercial building. Even the first and second underground floors are indeed ordinary parking lots, and the third floor is something else.
This kind of stronghold established in a busy city and used for the handover of personnel in different areas often does not have strong confidentiality, is easy to transfer and destroy, and has a certain degree of mobility.
According to Kawakami Tsumugi's observations while walking in Miwa Town, this type of stronghold will be changed every six months to three months. He doesn't know the situation here in F country.
Half of the third underground floor is a weapons depot, and the other half is a storage room and a parking area for internal personnel of the organization. A rest area has been opened in the parking area.
Calvados had already arrived at the stronghold. The man in black was sitting on a chair in the rest area, silently maintaining his sniper rifle. After seeing them, he said with some confusion:
"Kashasha and Scotland?"
It was the two people Calvados had seen at the airport. The taller one had changed his face, probably in disguise; the gray-haired one had not changed much, except that he was wearing an exaggerated black windbreaker.
Before, Calvados thought they were students who were traveling, but now it seems that he was mistaken and wondered whether the two people had received the mysterious note.
"First meeting, Calvados. I am Kashasha, and this is Scotland next to me."
Kawakami responded politely and introduced them briefly.
"I hope this cooperation will be pleasant and that the arsenal is there."
Calvados said politely and lowered his head again, focusing on the weapon in his hand.
"You go ahead and choose, Scotland." Kawakami whispered to Scotland, "For the comfort and communication efficiency of the next task, I need to talk to Grenache."
"OK."
The young man with stubbled cat eyes walked alone to the depths of the corridor. He removed Miyagawa Chimitsu's disguise and restored his original appearance.
A red-haired Grenache stood in the shadows, lighting a lady's cigarette.
Kawakami Tsumugi walked towards her.
"Can we talk? About you giving me a shot as soon as we met."
"You are too fussy." Grenache teased.
"You can talk here if you want," Kawakami said as if he didn't hear Garnacha's taunting, "I gave you a chance, Bei——"
The red-haired woman suddenly grabbed Kawakamiji's collar and pulled it, forcing him to swallow the code name.
Grenache did not let go, and pulled Kawakami to the side of the car in this posture.
"Okay, let's talk somewhere else." Grenache said, glaring at him.
"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey." Kawakami's smile did not change. He stretched out his left hand, pried off the fingers of Garnacha one by one, and then straightened his collar as if nothing had happened.
The gray-haired young man walked around the driver's side of the red Maserati and opened the door. Grenache's expression changed, and she suddenly touched her waist, only to realize that the car keys had been taken away by Kawakami.
Maserati rushed onto the street again, and Grenache sitting in the passenger seat rested her face on her hands and looked out the window.
"How did you recognize me, Kashasha?" It was Belmode's voice that opened his mouth.
"I recognize you even if you turn into ashes, my dear."
Kawakamiji replied that he had not forgotten how Belmode was disgusting with him when he was in the hotel, and he was just disgusted now.
"Okay, forget it if you don't want to say anything. What do you want to ask?"
"About this mission."
Kawakami stopped the car on the side of the road and asked, "Is there any hidden branch in this mission?"
After seeing Belmod's appearance, Kawakami realized something was wrong. The Witch with a Thousand Faces appears through the shell of Grenache. This fact can explain a lot of information:
First of all, the intelligence team of country F is Grenache's home field. Belmode dressing up as her here must have the other party's consent, otherwise it will definitely be exposed.
The relationship between Grenache and Belmode is not very good. With her character, she would rather eat shit than agree to such a request easily.
On this basis, there are two possibilities:
First, Grenache was unable to move around due to something, and the tasks involved required Belmod's disguise ability; second, Grenache was restricted in movement for some reason.
Both of these points mean there are hidden tasks.
"Ah, you guessed it right." Belmod smiled brightly and nodded slightly.
"Then you owe me a favor again, Sharon. First of all, you didn't mention it in the mission message you reported to the organization before, which means you need my personal assistance - which will most likely not be considered credit."
Kawakamiji pretended to be calculating, "And the task will definitely not be simple. I can dispatch you...don't be connected with official forces."
“There’s something wrong with Grenache’s people.”
Kawakami showed a sour expression: "ICPO or GIGN? ICPO? I don't think I have to go to Lyon."
Belmode watched Kashaxia casually deduce the information she had not revealed yet, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "No, only in Paris."
"Then you owe me a favor."
"The fact that you didn't refuse directly means that you also want something from me."
"Ah, indeed." Kawakami clasped his hands together, his facial expression showing the joy of a deal, "First of all, as a price, you have to buy me lemon candies for three months, the most expensive kind."
"...Are you a child?"
"This is the result of you calling me hypocritical and disgusting." The gray-haired young man said proudly, "Also, I need detailed information about one person."
"who?"
"The spider, or the illusionist Günter von Goldberg."
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afternoon.
Every city has some corners that no one cares about. No matter how prosperous and noisy the place is, it is no surprise that every inch of land is at a premium.
Kawakami secretly lamented his interest in the mission target and did not forget to find a good city when he fled.
The mission of the three of them is to silence them.
A member of the intelligence team who was "dead in an explosion" half a month ago was found in Paris, France. It was obvious that he had faked his death, and what they wanted to do was send this former colleague to hell.
They have delineated the general scope and active time of the mission target, three streets in remote locations and crowded with people.
Due to environmental reasons, there are no tall buildings around, and the best sniper spot is more than 650 yards away.
Between 650 and 700 yards, Scotland has this level, and Calvados is also a master in terms of division of labor.
He, Calvados, and Scotland occupy three streets respectively.
If he can't hit it with one hit, considering the cunningness of the target's traces - it's already pretty good to be able to hide it from the organization for half a month, and the probability of catching him again is slim.
Kawakamiji is crawling on the rooftop with a wide view. The target mission hadn't arrived yet, so Kawakami took a moment to admire the scenery from a high position.
