“The bait worked well this time.”
At night, in an unknown closed space.
The huge display showed a car that was beyond recognition due to the explosion, followed by a news break: A gang fight broke out on the streets of Tokyo. Then came the satire of police inaction.
Except for the host, everyone watching the slides said nothing. The fluorescent light in the dim room shone on their faces, which was quite eerie.
It was like a criminal organization was having a meeting, but in good conscience, they were all serious people.
The host did not stay on this page for long, and soon played another video. This video was spliced from two different perspectives.
One of the perspectives is from inside the car, recording the entire interaction between Qian Mu Liangchen and the two CIAs. The other perspective is from outside the car, filming the entire process of the organization chasing them.
According to the original plan of the public security, the two CIAs would most likely fall into the hands of that organization. Unexpectedly, they were killed in the explosion, and they did not expect that their new recruits would escape on their own without support.
"The car explosion feels a little strange, but it makes sense. It is the best outcome that the two CIAs did not fall into the hands of the organization."
The one who broke the silence was the member who recently returned to the team. Not long ago, he went undercover in an illegal pharmaceutical company. This member continued,
"Otherwise it will involve rescue and other work. The CIA may not care about them, but they will definitely use this as an excuse to enter the country."
"Don't overestimate them, Matsushima Shiyuki, they still have excuses to enter the country now." Waseda Toshiyuki said indifferently.
"These are not important." Mr. Fujino, who had been silent on the stage, said, "Because it involves that organization, the matter has been handed over to Team Zero."
The police department also wants to compete for performance, and their group currently does not have the capital to compete with the zero group.
Tian Yuze, who was sitting underneath, moved uneasily, but Mr. Fujino looked past him to Su Nagakawa at the back and said, "Yongchuan, we are in a meeting, don't hide and play with your mobile phone."
Yongchuan Jin sighed and put his source of joy into his pocket.
He exchanged a look with Tian Yuze who turned around, seeming to blame the other party for not blocking the situation well, and then calmly faced the gaze of his colleagues.
After reminding the subordinates of Wanlihao, the organizers of this meeting finally started their final questions:
"What do you think of our newcomer?"
The newcomer refers to Qian Muyangchen, who transferred from the Fourth Investigation Section to the Public Security Bureau. He was not present at this meeting, so others could speak freely.
"Newcomer? We only met once a few weeks ago." Matsushima Shiyuki said, "At that time, Waseda and I were discussing things, and he barged in."
"But we didn't turn on the lights." Waseda added, "Chiaki Ryo...working overtime is normal. He may not have expected us to be there."
"Suspicious, but not very suspicious." Tian Yuze commented, "If there is really a problem with Qian Muliang's identity, he has not spent any time on managing interpersonal relationships."
"Ah, indeed..." Yongchuan Jin yawned lazily, "Fortunately, we are on public food. In private companies, people who only know how to make money are called scabs."
"The main point of the discussion is Qian Muliang's escape from the CIA encirclement and suppression." Listening to the discussion of his subordinates gradually going off topic, Mr. Fujino knocked on the table.
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At the same time, on the other side of the earth, it was daytime and the sun was shining brightly.
"Ah, that guy Kashasha blocked me again, blocked me again, blocked me again, can't he be more friendly?" Looking at his phone, Ricard started a new round of musings, "Button bombs" , portable jammers, micro locators... all my inventions are allowed to be used by him casually, and he doesn't even want to write a user review."
"Then you don't have to give it to him."
Another person traveling with Rikar said that she was a woman with messy long black hair, cat-like eyeliner, and a pair of ice-blue eyes, the same color as Rikar.
"Sister, aren't you trying to win over him?" Rikar asked.
"That's between him and me. Also, call me Margaret."
"Okay, sister." Ricard continued to mutter, "It's okay if you don't give it. I promised this at the beginning, and I don't have any other experimental subjects. Kashasha's scientific research ability is not bad, although he is leaving the research After the group, this guy justifiably refused to provide me with potions."
During the chat, the two came to their destination, a large and scary top-level private nursing home. This nursing home may have gathered the most advanced medical equipment in the world - except for the organization.
"Oh, it would be great if I could contact him through the organization's email. The organization's email does not have a blacklisting function. If members couldn't contact him casually during non-mission periods, I could bomb him in the middle of the night... Speaking of which, Kasha Shala is so proficient in blacklisting. It must have been pulled by many people——"
"Okay, shut up, you are so noisy." Margaret frowned.
Ricard finally calmed down, and the thumb of his right hand began to rub the handle of the suitcase involuntarily.
Along the way, he kept carrying this medium-sized box.
In silence, the two slowly walked into the nursing home, and the people who greeted them followed them in silence.
They arrived at the recovery room on the middle floor of the sanatorium. For the physical and mental pleasure of the patients, half of this floor is a miniature park with beautiful scenery and a sparkling artificial lake.
"Luxurious and decadent," Rikar said happily, "I can smell the decay of life even here."
Margaret was speechless and just glared at her brother fiercely.
Life rots, Ricard is actually right. The person they want to see has actually stepped half into the grave, and is struggling with the god of death under the influence of tissue medicine.
"Huh...huh..."
Seeing Ricard and his team entering the ward, the man lying on the bed was struggling to get up. He was wearing a ventilator, and his breathing sound was like some kind of beast.
"We have brought you the potion to renew your life this month, Mr. C." Rikar said.
"As you mentioned before, there is an undercover agent in the CIA who can be used by us. How is this going?" Margaret asked.
On the hospital bed, Mr. C replied with some fear: "That undercover agent, that undercover agent accidentally exposed his identity and died."
"Ah, there's nothing we can do about it." Rikar shook his head regretfully, "Half the potion should be able to maintain Mr. C's physical functions..."
The eyes of the person on the hospital bed were wide open. With a strong desire to survive, Mr. C desperately searched for information that could save the situation, and he found one:
"That undercover...that undercover also has a daughter who is also lurking in your organization."
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Japan, Tokyo.
It is still that unknown closed space. Mr. Fujino is always neat in meetings. After explaining everything, everyone returns to their respective posts.
Shiyuki Matsushima, the newest member of the team, approaches Susumu Nagakawa, who is obsessed with fighting snakes.
"What's the matter?" Yongchuan Jin asked.
"About the pharmaceutical company I was lurking in before, Baijiu Pharmaceutical." Matsushima Shizuki said.
"You should contact Waseda about field work." Shin Nagakawa reflexively wanted to push the task out.
"But there are some information that only you can check, Ash." Matsushima Shiyuki said.
Snake hit the wall and the phone screen went dark.
Nagakawa Susumu raised his head, and the last word attracted his attention like a magic spell. He frowned dissatisfied, but did not reprimand Matsushima Shiyuki and asked: "What information?"
"I heard a piece of news that is not true or false. Baijiu Pharmaceutical has a long history. This company existed more than 20 years ago."
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I'm useless. . .
