It's a nice day in Boston today, the sky is blue and picturesque, and the warm sunlight falls on people, as if it can dispel the chill caused by months of ice and snow.
Shuichi Akai, wearing a very organized black suit, followed the crowd off the plane and walked on the corridor leading to the terminal.
It only takes more than an hour to fly from Toronto to Boston. He took the 6 a.m. flight and was now in the United States before 8 a.m.
Because of his tall, handsome appearance and slightly gloomy temperament, some people in the crowd couldn't help but look at Shuichi Akai a few more times, and he caught his probing gaze. The moment he looked into those green eyes, all his heart was broken.
Into ice slag.
Akai Shuichi looked at the other person's stiff expression and exposed hands.
The expression is panicked, and there are no signs of exercise on the hands. Such clothing and shoes are not suitable for concealing weapons and chasing...
...Ordinary people? But they still can't relax.
Akai Shuichi withdrew his gaze, but still looked around from the corner of his eye from time to time.
He maintained this high level of vigilance all the way into the terminal.
…
No wonder Akai Shuichi is so suspicious.
This mass suicide incident of FBI agents is unprecedented and bad. Ordinary people can just watch the excitement and be done with it. The FBI headquarters will not let this incident go easily. Even he, as an undercover agent, is paying attention.
Out of caution, Shuichi Akai, who was in Canada and had no help around him, did not immediately contact James or Cameron, let alone other colleagues at the FBI headquarters. He just browsed the news to obtain the most basic information, and waited patiently.
He sent an email to Angstra, and his junior boss seemed to be very busy. He didn’t reply much every time he emailed. He always said that he still had things to do, so he gave him and Bourbon’s hotel addresses.
Said he could come over at any time.
But it was this address that made Shuichi Akai even more vigilant.
He knew this hotel. It was the place where Koji Haneda was murdered more than ten years ago. It was the first stop when his father went to the United States to investigate. At the same time, he himself investigated here after joining the FBI.
They actually chose this hotel, and the room happened to be the room where Haneda Koji was killed.
Is this a terrible coincidence, or...
Was he exposed?
Maybe this is a common problem among undercover agents. The slightest sign of trouble will make them suspicious.
Before leaving Japan, Shuichi Akai specifically reminded the FBI to keep Morohoshi away from Boston, and told them not to take action against Angstra and the others.
The original words were "Don't alert others. It's not worth exposing your identity as an undercover agent just for the sake of two members." He thought this excuse was enough. He couldn't clearly say that with the level of most FBI, he was going to kill someone... but he couldn't be 100% sure.
The FBI people will listen.
After all, the FBI is divided into several factions. Some are aware of the existence of the organization, while others are not. Among those who know about it are some moderate ones like James who plan to collect information slowly, and others who are more radical and impatient.
The only good thing is that Akai Shuichi's investigation a few years ago was conducted secretly, and he did not simply go to the hotel to inquire. There was no way to know his identity from the hotel employees.
Out of concern about his identity, Shuichi Akai deliberately went out for a walk every day during his stay in Canada, but found nothing unusual.
No one is watching, no one is following.
After completing the mission of hunting Aquavit, he has not seen anyone else in the organization again, and the organization seems to have completely forgotten his existence.
Shuichi Akai waited for a few days and finally chose to come to the United States on his own initiative.
Being an undercover agent requires you to be patient and dormant, but in many cases, you also need to take the initiative.
…
The hotel is not far from the airport. Twenty minutes after the plane landed, Shuichi Akai completed the registration at the hotel front desk.
"Mr. Crowe only made a reservation for one night." The front desk handed him the room card.
Akai Shuichi nodded slightly and took back the room card: "I understand."
He took the elevator to the top floor. He didn't have much luggage and only had a simple backpack.
Before leaving Canada, he gave his sniper rifle to a low-level member who pretended to be a hotel attendant and came in to clean the hotel. He hid it in a clothes basket containing sheets and took it away, so he didn't have any weapons on him when he got off the plane.
To be on the safe side, Shuichi Akai went to a dark alley where a gun license was not required to buy weapons, and hid them in a place where he could easily pull them out.
The elevator reaches the top floor quickly.
He walked out of the elevator and instead of going to his own room, he knocked on the opposite room that belonged to Angstra and Bourbon.
"Dong dong."
After a brief silence, the door opened.
Bourbon stood at the door, maintaining the posture of opening the door. When he saw it was Akai Shuichi, his face darkened obviously.
"..."
"..."
The two of them didn't speak, and both saw undisguised disgust in each other's eyes.
Shuichi Akai admitted that Bourbon was very capable, but just because he knew he was very capable, he was more wary of him.
He didn't know what Bourbon had done last night. His eyes were bloodshot, but he was still perfectly dressed. Under a slim white shirt was a pair of light brown trousers, and an earring shone brightly on his ear.
Seeing the dark circles under Bourbon's eyes that could not be concealed by his skin color, Shuichi Akai raised his eyebrows.
Has bourbon fallen out of favor?
Akai Shuichiruo thought, except that Angstra didn't want him, he couldn't think of any other reason that could shock him.
"Ley."
Bourbon looked at him and suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a malicious smile.
Shuichi Akai had long been accustomed to his malice, and treated him as if he were a vicious dog grinning at him through an iron cage that he couldn't break free from.
After seeing his colleagues in the organization for a few days, he suddenly remembered the FBI mass suicide case again.
For some reason, this case always reminded him of Hoover - the rookie FBI agent who followed Akemi Miyano last year, had a fight with a CIA agent in the street, and finally committed suicide on camera.
If a person commits suicide, it can still be said that the person cannot think about it for the moment and it is an accident;
With so many people committing mass suicide, it's not like they all couldn't figure it out. There must be some hidden secret behind it. Shuichi Akai always felt that there was some connection between the two.
Is it coercion? Mental hypnosis? Or... some kind of drug control?
Akai Shuichi, who was still troubled by the hallucination of the lone wolf in the snowfield, put his hands in his pockets and hung his backpack on his right shoulder. He looked directly inside, not bothering to give Bourbon another unnecessary look.
"Where's Angstra?"
"Come in, he will be waiting for you inside."
Bourbon's voice suddenly became gentle.
Akai Shuichi glanced at him coldly and entered the room directly.
The moment he stepped into the room, the door behind him was slammed shut.
Shuichi Akai was mentally prepared when he heard something was wrong with Bourbon's voice. He drew the gun hidden in his sleeve and pointed it at Bourbon's head;
Got him.
The two looked at each other again, and this time they both saw murderous intent in each other's eyes.
"Bourbon, what are you doing?" he asked coldly.
Bourbon sneered: "You still have the nerve to ask me? Rai, no..."
"——Mr. Undercover from the FBI?"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
I have been very confused these past few days. The more I write, the more I feel like my writing is rubbish...