To Kawakami's surprise, after he showed the blade, Poland Snow Tree's attitude actually improved a bit——
Although it was not obvious, when leaving the airport in the car, although this member of the organization remained silent and allowed Kashasha to chatter on, and was indifferent to his various clichés, there was no impatience on his expression.
Kawakami thought for a few seconds and figured out the strong man's brain circuit:
Polish Xueshu confirmed that Kashasha was not as weak as he showed, and more was better than less.
It was easier to talk than expected, which made Kawakami feel embarrassed.
Faced with his off-line behavior and various clichés, he was treated with silence. Well, he is the kind of member with a weak personality and high obedience, and he should not be too scheming. For example, in Gin's action team, he is probably a character like Vodka or Cohen; he has average physical skills and is an experienced gun user. Right-handed, single, addicted to smoking but recently quit...
"We're here, Kashasha."
The voice of the Polish snow tree interrupted the gray-haired young man's thoughts, and Kawakami turned his attention to the surrounding environment:
The car stopped in a dilapidated neighborhood, and almost as soon as it stopped, they were greeted by five or six glances of unknown meaning.
The place where this member of the organization took him was a slum.
There are three religions and nine schools, a mixture of good and bad, but Kawakami is inexplicably adaptable to this environment. He knows that most of the people living here are entangled in a vicious cycle of poverty, crime, and violence, and each neighborhood is just a division of the sphere of influence of different gangs.
Polish Snow Tree got out of the car, followed closely by Kashasha: "Your private safe house? Do you need to walk next?"
At this time, Kawakami Tsumugi had already put on a black mask and hood, making himself look a little more untouchable.
He subconsciously stood to the side, standing in the blind spot of the surveillance camera - even though Kawakamiji had already judged that the surveillance camera was broken.
"Follow me and I'll help you get your suitcase."
"Thank you very much. I hope you said hello to the locals." The gray-haired young man said happily.
It took ten minutes to reach the safe house. Kawakami walked around in this dirty, remote and damp space several times. He was not dissatisfied at all. He still had an interesting smile.
Polish Snow Tree left the gray-haired young man here, and after another five minutes, Kawakami Tsumugi successfully got his suitcase.
The two sat facing each other on a sofa that seemed to be covered in mold.
"Stay here for one night, and I will take you to the organization base tomorrow." The strong man warned him, "Don't move around, don't touch around, don't walk around, don't talk around - you made me really noisy in the car. Headache."
"Okay." The gray-haired young man nodded obediently with a smile, "So can I go out for a walk?"
Poland Snow Tree looked at him like he was an idiot.
"Just kidding, I know I can easily attract others' attention when I first come here. And the gang to which this neighborhood belongs is not an organization. It is not ruled out that you are friends with them, but I am more inclined to believe that you lurked in for a short period of time. .”
Kawakami gave it up when he saw good things, and analyzed seriously,
"Then there are rusty razors in the toilet, and personal belongings stuck on the floor of the living room. I have to say that the hygiene habits are not very good - well, I'm not talking about you. There are obvious people in this room, at least three people have lived there. Traces, newer traces, probably within a week. So this is not a safe house for the organization."
"So was this room requisitioned by you, or was it allocated by a local gang? Judging from the way those people looked at you when they got off the bus, it seems more like the latter."
"You should be working on another mission, right? The finishing phase has been completed? - Yes, it should still be finishing up, otherwise there is no need to make do with it here all night."
Poland Xueshu's eyes paused, and his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"It has nothing to do with you, Kashasha, mind your own business." Poland Snow Tree said coldly.
Kawakamiji knew that his reasoning was probably on point.
Tsk, suddenly he felt that the management of the third branch was not good, he complained softly in his heart.
Let one code member go to the airport to pick up another code member during a mission... Is this something a normal person can do?
Just to mention the simplest point, if the mission fails, whose responsibility is it?
Wait, no one really wants him to take the blame, right? ! The gray-haired young man instantly became alert.
According to Poland Xueshu's obedient character, there was probably another code member with a higher status behind him who ordered him to do this.
If the Third Branch couldn't spare any manpower, it would be okay to let Kashasha wander around the city for a day, but someone would pick him up...
No, there is a problem, a big problem.
Kawakami pretended not to notice these small details, and reminded Poland Snow Tree with his usual gentle attitude:
"There were a lot of stares when we came here. I'm very sensitive to looks, including looks from afar...well, not just from people on this block."
"The presence of white people and Asians here is indeed eye-catching, and it shouldn't matter." Polish Snow Tree explained, "But thank you for the reminder. I will go out to investigate the situation."
The strong man stood up quickly and inadvertently lifted the hem of his clothes. Kawakami saw the tactical vest worn under the latter's jacket and a dazzling array of firearms around his waist. Poland Snow Tree pulled out a gun and raised it to his eyes for a few seconds. The muscles in his arms swelled from the movement.
"What about me?" Kawakami asked with raised eyebrows.
"You stay here, Kashasha, and don't open the door to anyone. When I come back... weapons, there are weapons in the mezzanine of the sofa. You can choose a few for self-defense."
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Judging from Poland Xueshu's performance, he is more like a chess piece used by others than a chess player. Of course, it is not ruled out that this guy's acting skills are perfect.
Moreover, the Polish Snow Tree seems to have placed Kashasha in a position that needs protection...
This feeling is quite subtle. Gin and the gentleman throw him wherever there is danger, and Kawakami Tsumugi also relies on this capital.
After the strong man left, Kawakami wasted no time in preparing.
He opened his suitcase, put on the black trench coat he was accustomed to wearing, and then strapped various large and small weapons onto his body.
Originally these gadgets could not pass the security check, but with the help of the Mad Hatter, the gray-haired young man brought a lot of contraband from Japan.
Finally, he opened the mezzanine of the sofa and checked for any gaps in the inventory of Polish snow trees.
Kawakami took a lemon candy, and the topography of the entire block was modeled in the gray-haired young man's brain. If the speculation comes true, someone does want to surround them...
There is no one outside the window, but the church opposite is a very good sniper spot, and you can hit it accurately, so you can't take risks; and there is no other exit except the door and the window, so you still have to take the door.
If you go downstairs, it will still be difficult to break out... By the way, the room at the end of the corridor seems to have two windows, and one of them——
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The gray-haired young man heard the sound of a gunshot, and then the sound of footsteps. The muddy and noisy footsteps were mixed with harsh English:
"Hey, Miriam!! I saw you brought an outsider here!! Damn it, open the door quickly!!! Damn Mr. Huang, open the door quickly!!!"
They have spies, and these people should already know that Poland Xueshu has left, and this is targeting him.
Tsumugi Kawakami watched with cold eyes as the group of people pretended to yell a few times and then began to violently smash the door.
The wooden and rotten door could not withstand the tossing and fell to the ground. The next second, bullets poured out as if they were free.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang -!!!"
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