It is difficult for Kawakami Tsumugi to possess such complex feelings. If you describe this feeling in detail, it would be difficult to describe it in one word, but if you briefly summarize it, it can be condensed into one word...
Self-indulgent.
His judgment of people's emotions was always accurate. Judging from the person's hesitation time and tone, Kawakami could tell that the other person did not recognize him.
The gray-haired young man took a deep breath:
"You don't have the accent of the local police station. You were seconded from elsewhere to carry out this mission. Since you can participate in this mission, you must also know the existence of the organization."
"Please ask politely, are you from the Federal Bureau of Investigation (F_b_I) of country A?"
The other party remained silent and did not speak.
"Ah, it doesn't seem to be the case. Okay, it's okay then."
Kawakamiji asked and answered his own questions,
"Although your team members and targets of protection are dead, I still wish you a happy work."
He took the initiative to cut off communication.
Pulling off the headset and throwing it away, the gray-haired young man gave the dead sniper a quick body search. Then, he contacted the members of the Third Division Operations Team.
"The mission is accomplished, let's retreat."
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Although a large police force has arrived, with all surveillance being interfered by the logistics department, they have to break into pieces and blend into the crowd. This is no pressure for this group of habitual murderers who have extensive experience in running away.
Therefore, Kawakamiji did not make a retreat plan at all, allowing the team members to show their talents.
After returning to the base camp, Kawakamiji began to investigate the identity of today's group non-stop. Based on what he found from the sniper, he immediately located a more suitable candidate.
When Scotland walked into the office, he saw Kawakami Tsumugi stretched out on the office chair, with his legs crossed and raised up on the table. The gray-haired young man raised his head and looked at the ceiling with empty eyes, his whole body was wilted.
"What's wrong?" Scotland asked.
He wondered if this guy had finished his lemon candy and didn't refill it.
"Alas, Scotland, I made a mistake this time."
The gray-haired young man sighed deeply,
"I only knew that the movements of the Third Branch had been tracked by F_b_I people. I didn't know that these people would give up halfway. I killed one of their team members and then followed up..."
The office chair swayed, Kawakami shifted his posture, he paused dramatically, and then stared straight at Scotland.
"...I found out that they are c_I_A people."【1】
"Hmm...so?" Scotland cooperated with the gray-haired young man and continued to ask.
"Those defeated generals were driven to such a state by me in Japan, and were beaten so hard that they couldn't hold their heads up in City C. I thought they were going to avenge their shame in this operation."
"In the end, the F_b_I gang ran away - ran away, and then tricked another brother department who was completely out of shape to come and take over. This is really frustrating."
The gray-haired young man complained endlessly.
them! Actually! No! stay! Play with me!
The gray-haired young man exuded this resentment almost from top to bottom.
okay. Scotland understood, and Kashasha was getting jumpy again.
But he thought of another possibility. During the tracking in Japan, Rye had a high probability of escaping death. Scotland is actually not sure whether Kashasha knows about this... What does Kashasha want to do if he insists on confronting F_b_I people?
When he thought about Rye's "betrayal of the organization", Scotland began to feel uncomfortable again. He frowned slightly and diverted his attention.
"It's okay, Kashasha. There will be plenty of opportunities to confront them later." Scotland said, "I came to you because of another matter."
"What's up?"
"Tequila and Eurolu both returned successfully, but Sangria... he did not return."
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Sangria sat in the driver's seat, observing the rolling traffic outside the window. That one tens of meters away
After a fierce gun battle on a street, no one paid attention to the car accident here.
He originally wanted to take this opportunity to evacuate, but he didn't expect that a large group of fat, muscular, and menacing men came out of the large truck that he hit before.
"Hey, little cub! Come out!"
"Did you get blind while driving? Pay me the money!"
"You won't open the door, right? Just wait for me!"
It's a bit troublesome... Sangria was thinking about whether he should get out of the car and follow these people, and then kill them after leaving this area. But before he could take action...
The commotion in this area attracted the police.
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"It's okay. Sangria wasn't taken away and tortured by c_I_A's people, but he was entangled by a bunch of gangsters. Gee, he really doesn't have the qualifications of an organization member."
After calling up the surveillance camera, the gray-haired young man looked gloating.
"Those punks claimed that Sangria hit the precious truck that his grandfather left him, and forced him to pay full price."
"Grandpa's truck?" Scotland looked confused.
"I was reading their lips - well, the police discovered the commotion here and came directly to take the people to the police station. Ah... I hope Sangria's fake identity can be revealed."
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"You said your name was James Smith?"
The officer looked at Sangria suspiciously.
He compared the files he found again. Although the "James Smith" on the file and the "James Smith" in front of him both have blond hair and blue eyes, no matter how you look at them, they are only five points similar in appearance.
"That's right." Sangria bit it to death.
Originally, after the police came, the gang of gangsters planned to disperse. As a result, because of the previous shooting, they were very sensitive about causing trouble at this time, so they were forced to sneak them to a nearby police station to mediate.
Fortunately, not all police officers are so dedicated.
For example, the one in front of him - the other party casually flipped through the computer and gave up on the issue of James Smith's identity, saying in a bored tone:
"Okay, Mr. Smith, the information shows that you didn't get a driver's license at all and drove without permission. You violated-"
Someone pushed open the door to the observation room, and both Sangria and the police officers looked towards the door. The person who opened the door was a man wearing a peaked cap. He was white and had messy brown hair.
"Bob, there's an order from above for this kid to leave with me."
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Sangria felt like things were spiraling out of his control.
He followed the man without saying a word, wondering whether this guy was from the organization or...
Behind the police station, the brown-haired man took Sangria into a car. There was another person sitting in the driver's seat. After they got up, the car started slowly.
The man in the driver's seat looked back at Sangria. The man had a cold and thin face, wore a mask and a knitted hat, and had a pair of dark green eyes.
Sangria was stunned, and an incredible name blurted out:
"Akai Shuichi?! Aren't you already dead?"
