[Keep in touch and don’t overdo it. 】
The gentleman was not surprised by Kashasha's request. He knew that this guy would devote his enthusiasm to the task to the maximum extent only when he had a vast space to dominate the world.
The gray-haired young man is obviously more inclined to hide in the dark than to appear in the open. Finding a way to escape from the sight of the Third Branch and then conduct a secret investigation is the best solution to the current situation.
【Thank you, sir. ——cachaca】
Kawakami, who was about to get the authorization, gave a small cheer. He turned on the computer and started browsing the attractions worth visiting in C City and formulating a travel strategy.
I have to say that although there are restrictions in working in an organization, there is more freedom and fun. The gray-haired young man ate a lemon candy:
[Mad Hatter, please help me jot down the travel guide. If nothing happens, I can arrange it in a week... Do you think we should go to Chinatown or Lincoln Park first?
Oh, by the way - Kawakami Tsumugi is still on international exchange. Do I need to register at C City University first? 】
[...If you have hyperamnesia, you should remember it yourself. 】
[Isn’t this just for a sense of ceremony? 】Kawakamiji and the Mad Hatter quarreled.
As if he had anticipated what kind of character Kashasha would be on the other side of the communication line, the gentleman sent another text message to warn:
[Don’t forget to report the progress of the task to me in one month. Also, I sent you something, please check it carefully. 】
[Okay, I promise to complete the task actively~——cachaca]
"One month, one week has passed. According to the plan, it will take another week to fake death and leave the country a branch. There is not much time left to fully devote to the investigation."
The gray-haired young man thought,
"It seems that we need to speed up the progress. I don't know what sir has sent me -"
——The answer is very simple and unpretentious.
That night, Kawakami took several detours to shake off the Polish snow trees and pulled out his package from a locker in an underground passage.
After returning to the safe house, he opened the tightly wrapped snakeskin bag in front of him with a complicated expression.
Five or six long black windbreakers were exposed, and there were several pairs of dark blue jeans underneath the windbreaker.
The styles are all the ones he often wears, even the small hidden pockets in each corner that can hold medicine and weapons are the same. The only difference is that there is an extra layer of thick cashmere sewn inside the clothes, which takes into account the warmth without affecting the style.
City C is much colder than Japan. According to the recent weather forecast, the temperature seems to be even lower. It is definitely not feasible to lively and active in single clothes as before.
And with Kashasha's character, she definitely doesn't bother to add clothes.
The gray-haired young man was speechless for a moment.
What should I say? Guardian can always surprise him in unexpected places. He checked each windbreaker and found a credit card and a bunch of keys in the pockets of the windbreaker.
【Thank you, sir. ——cachaca】
As the recipient was short-handed, Tsuyoshi Kawakami sent a text message to the gentleman to thank him. It seems that in order to make him pay attention to the mission, that person has spent a lot of money.
"I already have funds and a safe house, but I suddenly feel that I would be sorry if I didn't cause trouble." He chuckled.
…………
So what to do?
Faced with this problem, the gray-haired young man's quick thinking listed a series of feasible options such as plana, planb, planc, etc., which made Kawakami suffer from a rare difficulty in choosing.
In the end, Kawakami chose to do the same thing in return - when he was in the Jackson Gang, didn't Mojito want to collude with the FBI to pour dirty water on Kashasha?
Then he can pour it back.
The gray-haired young man ate a lemon candy and looked at the information collected by the Mad Hatter:
[As I expected, regardless of his family or status within the organization, it is impossible for Mojito to really seek out the FBI to collude with him. In fact, he used a very clever method...using undercover agents. 】
This cannot be seen intuitively from scattered information, but is Kawakami's inference.
[Mojito's force probably captured an undercover agent sent by the FBI to his arms force. After the corresponding information was obtained through torture, they continued to operate this undercover identity, so that they could easily use official forces to deal with some difficult enemies. 】
[I wonder if anyone from the FBI has any clues? Even if they discover something is wrong with their undercover agents, or even make wedding dresses for hostile forces, their achievements are real... and they will probably turn a blind eye. 】
The Mad Hatter asked: [Are you going to use the power of the FBI to escape and then lead the suspicion to Mojito? 】
[Thinked about it, this plan is pretty good, but I still want to see Mojito and Cointreau fighting among themselves... But it's a bit troublesome for me to do it alone. 】
The gray-haired young man ate a lemon candy,
[Presumably Belmode is also keen on watching the fun. 】
…………
"Logically speaking, we shouldn't meet so frequently, my dear." Belmode took a sip of wine, "And the location you made an appointment with doesn't seem to be kept confidential..."
At this time, the two of them were in a bar with a period decoration. Kawakami didn't hesitate much and directly returned the USB flash drive that Belmod had given him before. The information in the USB flash drive had been updated by him.
"This is the effect we want. You must know about the previous conflict between Ghost Dog and the Jackson Gang. That was Mojito's stumbling block for me. They colluded with the FBI."
In order to prevent the partition from having ears, the gray-haired young man spoke quickly in Japanese.
Belmod's eyebrows were raised. At this time, the Thousand-Faced Witch was dressed as a short and stocky black man, so her expression looked quite fierce.
"Collusion" is not a matter of words. Since Kashasha dared to say that, he naturally got the evidence... Being able to collect it in such a short time, Belmod really felt like "It's a pity that this guy doesn't do intelligence. "Emotions.
"To what extent?"
"Used unilaterally, but if it gets into the hands of certain people, it's not just "unilaterally" used - remember my many poor exes?"
Kawakami used the toothpick that came from the bar to poke the ice cubes floating in the wine glass again and again. He knew that Belmode could understand what he meant by hinting to this extent:
Revealed unclear information about Mojito and the FBI to Cointreau.
"Of course I remember, my dear, you are such a scumbag." On the word "ex", Belmode made a pun, "So, are you going to abandon those poor girls?"
Mojito has been able to stay in the organization for such a long time. Naturally, it cannot be defeated by the accusation of "colluding" with the FBI. As soon as this incident came out, he would definitely think of Kashasha.
At this time, it was not appropriate for Kashasha to stay here at Mojito.
Therefore, Belmod asked the gray-haired young man in a subtle way whether he planned to hide in the dark.
"Alas, it's just that there is a better choice, how can you say that you abandon it?" Kawakami said plausibly.
