Kawakami stood up and left, calmly nodding to Scotland, who had a bass hanging on the stage, indicating that he was busy.
He was sitting on the edge of the audience. When he stood up, he didn't disturb anyone and left the audience area without any obstacles.
Kawakami needed a car. Scotland brought him here on a motorcycle this time, and the car key was in his hand.
However, Tsumugi Kawakami carries a master key with him and is also good at picking locks. After muting the siren, Scotland's motorcycle was started within two minutes.
On the phone screen, the little red dot representing Barolo is still flashing.
According to Tokyo's topographic distribution law, when you find an unfinished building, there is a high probability that there will be a lot of unfinished buildings around it. It didn't take long for Kawakami to determine the specific direction of Barolo.
After another ten minutes, Kawakamiji arrived at his destination.
Parking the vehicle in a secret place, Kawakamiji fastened his hood to protect his conspicuous gray hair. At the same time, Kawakami tied the volatile neurotoxin C732 in a place that can be easily opened.
I don’t know what could hurt Barolo, but Kawakami must be vigilant.
The most likely destination was an unfinished building next to the performance venue. Kawakamiji smelled the smell of blood, and he saw dots of blood on the dusty ground.
So where would people hide?
It should be on the second floor, Kawakami decided. Hiding on the first floor is too obvious, and choosing a higher floor will consume your energy. He did not go upstairs, but carefully observed it for a few seconds and roughly judged the spatial structure of the second floor.
If he were Barolo, he would definitely prefer to hide in a place with windows that could see the outside.
There are four locations that meet the conditions, located at the four corners of the building. The window on the south side cannot see anything except another unfinished building, so it is unlikely to be selected; the window on the west side faces the road, and you can observe the oncoming traffic, which is the most likely.
There might also be some innocuous ambush on the stairs, so Kawakami decided to take another route.
Your best option is to climb through a window.
Kawakami left the first floor of the building and relied on the noose on his arm to easily climb up the east window. Kawakami took out his phone again and found that his position almost coincided with the little red dot.
Well, let’s go to the most likely location first.
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Qianki Liangchen leaned against the wall and covered his abdomen with his left hand.
He had just contacted the people from the police, and at the same time he was mentally calculating when the people from the police who would pick him up would come over, and whether the fake Gin would come after him.
Chiaki is now at a disadvantage because he lost his gun while fleeing.
Gin was criticized for this. They were obviously on the same team, but Gin would kill him every time they had a conflict.
Thinking of this, Qian Mu Liangchen slightly reduced the intensity of covering his abdomen. The gunshot wound caused unbearable pain every time I breathed in. I hope I didn't hurt any vital parts...
"You don't look good, Qian Muliang."
A somewhat cheerful greeting suddenly rang out, like thunder exploding in a silent place. Qian Mu Liangchen couldn't help but feel his muscles tense up. He raised his head and then relaxed again.
The person who came was Kawakami Tsumugi.
Although the other party covered himself tightly. But Qian Mu Liangchen still recognized it.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"Positioning." Kawakami shook his phone. He didn't mind repeatedly reminding the other party that he was under his control. "It shows that you are about to die."
"...It shouldn't be that serious, just a gunshot wound."
Kawakami Tsumugi was silent, because Qianki Liangchen did not look like he was about to die. He couldn't help but blindly typed an email to Rikar to inquire about the situation.
[Didn’t you say you were about to die? I looked at the subject in pretty good shape. ——Cachaca]
Not long after, Kawakami Tsumugi's cell phone started ringing one after another, and he glanced at the screen.
[Ah, there may be some errors in the results. I only did a few sets of experiments. Shiraz didn't let me waste the experimental products, that bastard. ——Ricard]
[And it also has something to do with the location of the implant. ——Ricard]
[Maybe the subject appears to be calm on the surface, but is actually about to die? ——Ricard]
[Can you give me the specific information? It just so happens that I can improve it. ——Ricard]
【Give it to me quickly, give it to me quickly, give it to me quickly——Ricard】
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The information came like a flood, but Kawakami didn't have time to check it now because there was an injured Barolo in front of him.
He began to reflect on why he came here. If he could collect Barolo's body, it would be of some value... It turned out that there was an error in the software recognition.
Tsk, what a waste of time.
"It seems you don't need help." Kawakami judged.
"Indeed, people from the public security will come to pick me up. This place is our planned retreat route." Qian Mu Liangchen replied, "Uh... I'm glad you can come."
The retreat route of Baroko happened to be near the band's concert venue? It's quite a coincidence, but according to the cluster effect of unfinished buildings, joint ventures, murder and arson, underground transactions... are all suitable for this area.
I don’t know what Qian Mu Liangchen’s mission is.
Because he has been in the organizational interrogation room and medical room recently, Kawakami's understanding of the movements of various forces is somewhat lagging behind, but he feels that it is related to the two CIAs who are still stranded in the Japanese public security.
But the best way to get information is right before your eyes. Although it was a bit irritating to keep asking questions when others were injured, Kawakami didn't mind it.
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"Before your people come, tell me what the mission is." Kawakami ordered.
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One day ago, Qian Muliangchen, who had been in a latent state, received his first task from the winery:
Get information on those two men and, if possible, capture them alive.
Those two people were the CIA liaison officers in charge of Reina Minami who were stranded in Japan.
As he expected, Gin would not let go of any hostile force that exposed its whereabouts. It seems that the younger brother of the villager is still dead, Kawakami thought.
The so-called arms smugglers were originally a cover pulled by the CIA, and neither party really took this excuse seriously. After working hard for several days, the Japanese police finally decided to send these two unpleasant guys back to country A.
The person responsible for "escorting" the two of them to the airport was Qian Mu Liangchen.
"What a coincidence. The mission you received was related to those two CIAs, and it happened that you were the one escorting them?" Kawakami asked.
This sign indicates that besides Qian Muliangchen, there may be other undercover agents.
"I also think someone is secretly guiding this." Qianki Yoshitatsu confirmed Kawakami's guess, "But I don't have a clue who it is specifically."
In fact, given Chiaki Yoshitatsu's character, he remains lukewarm with everyone and spends more time with work than with his colleagues combined. Therefore, this is a bit difficult to investigate.
"Let me think about it...you were attacked on the way to take them to the airport." Based on the surrounding routes, Kawakami surmised the facts.
"Yes, about an hour or two ago."
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Two hours ago.
Tokyo was already busy with traffic at seven or eight o'clock. Chiaki drove quietly. In the seats behind him were two CIA officers who were about to be deported.
At the beginning, the CIA with Japanese features tried to talk to Qianki Yoshitatsu, but he was perfunctory with a few modal words.
As a result, the atmosphere fell into a dull mood.
After passing two more blocks, Qianmu Liangchen suddenly said: "Don't look back, someone is following us."
