"At 9 o'clock this morning, a shooting occurred on the Vauxhall Bridge sightseeing bus. The man is a major suspect. Anyone who saw it please contact the police immediately..."
In an inconspicuous flower shop on the streets of London, a small TV hanging among various flowers played emergency news.
A back photo was displayed on the screen, which may have been taken from a distant surveillance camera. The photo was very blurry, and from this angle you couldn't see the face at all. You could only see a long black hair hanging loosely behind the person.
"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"
At the entrance of the store, a young clerk holding a water bottle greeted a man passing by enthusiastically.
He looked in a hurry, but stopped when he heard the words.
This is a tall Asian man with short hair, a low hat brim, and a few locks of hair hanging above his right eye.
The moment he met those green eyes, the clerk's smile suddenly froze, and the hair on his back suddenly exploded, as if something extremely dangerous was pressed against his vital parts, making him suddenly feel like his life was being threatened.
"What kind of flower is this?"
The black-haired man looked cold, but his tone was not cold.
The clerk calmed down and found that the man's eyes fell on a large flower pot in front of the flower shop.
A wolf looking up and howling was printed in front of the pure white flower pot. There were several roses in the flower pot, and water was dripping from the black petals.
"This is the black rose."
The man seemed very interested: "This is the first time I have seen such a flower... What does it mean?"
"this……"
The clerk looked hesitant, but still explained: "In some cultures, its flower language is loyalty, sincerity and longing, but in other cultures, it symbolizes hypocrisy and immoral feelings, and is often used to perform witchcraft.
To curse some traitors..."
The man said nothing.
The clerk bent down and put the watering can aside, carefully taking care of the flowers that had just been sprayed with water.
"This is a new variety that we introduced in our store on Valentine's Day last year. Because its meaning is different from ordinary roses, the sales volume has not been good. Only the store manager has always liked it. Even if he can't sell it, he still displays it at the door of the store.
With."
"By the way, it also has a flower language..."
The clerk rambled on for a long time, then raised his head, only to find that the man had disappeared.
"...You are a devil and you belong to me."
The wind blew gently, and a drop of water slid down the black petals of the rose.
…
The first thing Akai Shuichi did after temporarily getting rid of his pursuers was to change his clothes.
Vauxhall Bridge is near the MI6 headquarters, and there are a lot of surveillance cameras around. No matter how careful he is, one or two silhouettes will still be photographed. Normally, the organization will process all surveillance images for these members, but an undercover agent who has been exposed, obviously
There is no such treatment.
The British police immediately issued a wanted order, but Akai Shuichi knew very well that the real person behind it was MI6 who wanted to arrest him.
He didn't know whether Akai Mari and Akai Mutake, who were at the scene of the crime and would be called back to investigate afterwards, could recognize him. He thought it would be possible.
Just like he could recognize Akai Mutake when he rushed to the second floor of the bus before he even had time to raise his head; his parents could also recognize that the person in the back photo was him.
After temporarily getting rid of his pursuers, Akai Shuichi changed out of his original clothes, cut off his long hair that had been growing for several years - the photo on the wanted list showed long hair, he could not have such conspicuous features - and tidied it up
Take a look at what you already have.
Morohoshi's identity documents, bank cards, passports, pistols, as well as tranquilizer guns and stun machines obtained from the pursuers.
Shuichi Akai noticed it when he fired a gun in Curacao, and the other party wanted to capture him alive.
And when he wanted to get rid of the organization's contact phone, the newly received group emails on it confirmed this conjecture.
[Urgent notice: Rye Whiskey escaped near Vauxhall Bridge in London, England at 9 am. This member is a subordinate of an important member and has strong abilities. Please do not make any arbitrary decisions and pursue him. If you must fight with him, do not
Attack the vital parts or face. Those who provide information will be rewarded. You can contact the email address...]
Shuichi Akai thought about the "key points" and "face" highlighted in red on the email, and fell into deep thought.
You can't even move your face. Is it Angstra's order?
...No, Angstra should not be aware of Bourbon's report, otherwise he would have blocked Bourbon or sent him an email immediately.
The sound of hurried footsteps behind him brought Akai Shuichi back to his senses. He quickly glanced behind him, and sure enough, someone was following him.
Since he didn't personally give the order...
That is, Angstra's status in the organization is much higher than expected.
——So high that even if he is an undercover agent, not only will he not be implicated as his boss, the organization will even care about his willful preferences and will not harm him easily.
Shuichi Akai turned around and walked into another street, taking out a gun from his arms.
He is like this, so Bourbon who is very likely to be exposed is also...
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This was the fourth time Curacao secretly looked at Rum's expression.
Maybe it was because she and Shirley watched too many bloody TV dramas before coming on the business trip. She always felt that the way Rum looked at Bourbon at this moment was like an old prime minister who had dedicated his whole life for the dynasty and glared at the coquettish bitch who had bewitched the little prince.
.
He couldn't kill him even if he wanted to, and he couldn't persuade the little prince who was good in other aspects, so he could only stay where he was, helpless and furious.
Thinking of the email he just received, Curaçao sighed inwardly, stepped forward and said to Rum: "There is news from Dai Geli that Port Wine and Cynar Bitters have recaptured Scotch whiskey. He wants to ask you for advice."
How to deal with it.”
"Scotland, Bourbon, Rye..."
Rum gritted his teeth and read out the codenames of these undercover agents one by one.
He glared at Bourbon. The blond mixed-race man's eyes were closed, reminding the organization's second-in-command of the French undercover who died a year ago.
Are these two people specifically talking to the heirs of the organization?!
"...Tell Dai Geli to let him and the two newcomers throw Scotland into the underground prison in Tottori County!" After Rum finished speaking, he pointed to Bourbon in front of him, "Curaçao, you put this
Bring this guy back to Japan and throw it in together, and let Angstra handle it when he comes back!"
Bourbon lowered his head and showed no reaction when the rum lit him.
The natural blond hair that Angstra liked, like the sun, had already become dull in the dark interrogation room.
One earlobe of his was still dripping blood, and the puppy-shaped ear-stud bug was nowhere to be seen.
"Yes." Curacao nodded.
As the second-in-command of the organization, she naturally knew where Angstra and the gentleman had gone, and her guardian Shirley was also there.
It is now 10:30 am in London and 6:30 pm in Tokyo.
A grand and desperate fireworks show is about to take place on the Japanese ship Nidhogg...