Chapter 89 Not afraid of God opponents, but afraid of pig teammates
Sunday, 11 a.m., Cupido Park.
A black Porsche 356a was parked on a sparsely populated street near the park. This street had just been purchased by a real estate company. The shops surrounding it were to be demolished. No ordinary passers-by would come here.
Vodka was not there, and he was still working hard to translate the information at the safe house in Cupido Town. In the morning, Gin drove to the B&B to pick him up.
"Have you found out that guy's identity information?"
Gin was sitting in the driver's seat. It was rare that he didn't smoke. After all, Angstra, who was sitting in the back seat, didn't like the smell of smoke.
Angstra looked in a good mood and was wearing the childish clothes Shirley bought for him. He didn't seem to feel embarrassed at all wearing such clothes that were inconsistent with his identity.
Through the rearview mirror, Gin saw him leaning relaxedly on the back seat, with a laptop on his lap and a lunch bag next to him.
"Found it out." Angstra didn't even raise her head. "My real name is Ethan Hondo. He is a second-generation Japanese-American. He joined the CIA as an intelligence officer 30 years ago. Three years later, he accepted a post in Japan.
An undercover mission, but I had no contact with the organization at that time..."
Gin was not surprised. CIA itself is the US foreign intelligence agency, and its targets are other countries. Regardless of the relationship between the United States and Japan, they will still send many spies to Japan.
"In the past, I mainly lived in Osaka. I don't know if I have any other relatives in Japan. I didn't ask Haspel."
There are only two possibilities for what he couldn't find out. The first is that there is no such thing, and the second is that the person really doesn't know it and it doesn't exist without being interrogated.
No one knows how Angstra interrogated him. Gin had seen the people he interrogated. He didn't suffer any physical pain. He was so confused that he didn't even know he had been interrogated. Blood tests didn't show anything.
Signs of being injected with special drugs...
But that's not important. As long as Gin gets the information, it's okay. The means are secondary.
"He started sneaking into the black organization five years ago. He is taciturn and doesn't like to talk. He is not weak in ability, but he has never had a chance to get ahead. He still hasn't gotten a code name."
There was no emotion in Angstra's voice. For a genius like him who got a code name in his teenage years and is deeply appreciated and loved by his boss, it may be difficult to understand the feeling of being an undercover agent.
"No matter what his abilities are, now that he has been discovered, he is just a rat that needs to be killed." Gin's voice was full of murderous intent.
"By the way, the one I was looking for yesterday..." Angstra paused strangely, "When will that person arrive?"
"Numabuchi Kiichiro is already nearby."
Gin has long been accustomed to some of Angstra's habits, such as being unable to make calls on his cell phone during meals, or being unable to remember the names of ugly-looking bottom members... He took out a machine with a red dot on it and was pointing it here.
near.
He opened the door and got out of the car. When Angstra behind him also wanted to get out, he stopped him in time.
"Stay in the car," Gin reminded. "Your facial features are too obvious, and people nearby will easily notice you."
This is not the key point. Angstra and that useless CIA contact were classmates in the past. He is impressive regardless of his age or appearance. If he is recognized by that guy and suspected of being involved in this matter, it will be troublesome.
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Angstra nodded, looked at Gin's long, rather eye-catching silver hair, and honestly put down the hand on the car door.
Gin stood by the car and waited for Kiichiro Numabuchi to come over. Through the car window, he saw Angstra sitting back obediently and not settling down. He opened the lunch bag next to him and took out a lunch box and disposable chopsticks.
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"..."
...Forget it, this troublesome underage brat is growing, so don’t get along with him.
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Haspel sat on a bench in Cupido Park with a gloomy expression.
Yesterday, he ran out of the restaurant and chased after them, but neither of them was found. He circled the area several times, probably driven by his extreme anger. He didn't feel tired until after 7:10, but he still didn't feel tired.
Returned without success.
He took out his cell phone to read the email. This was what the woman who abandoned him for the love at first sight sent him at about 8 o'clock last night, saying that they wanted to talk to him in the park today.
Seeing that "them", Haspel's anger that he had finally suppressed ignited again. He no longer wanted to think about what they were doing that they had not caught last night... He pressed the gun holster hanging on his waist.
, his eyes became more sinister.
There were not many people in the park. Today was the weekend. There were parents who came to play with their children and couples who came for dates. But he didn't want to worry about that. He just wanted to teach those who betrayed and insulted him a lesson.
He looked at the people going by, and saw a man wearing a peaked cap walking towards him in a hurry. He was shocked at first, but when he saw the other person's appearance clearly, his heart instantly relaxed and even became
Somewhat impatient.
Haspel actually despises other ethnic groups. He does not dare to speak wildly about black people, but he does not have such regard for Asians who are also non-white.
This is also a common problem among many Americans. When speaking out for victims of racial discrimination, the Asian community and the indigenous people who have experienced even more tragedies seem to be naturally invisible.
He remembered that when he was studying, there was a sickly Asian kid in his class. He was only ten years old. He was so thin that he could be blown down by the wind, but everyone in the class liked him very much. Especially some girls, facing him
He is arrogant and indifferent, but he is very gentle and brings him desserts and cakes, taking care of him like a biological brother.
In Haspel's view, Ethan Hondo, who was sent to infiltrate the criminal organization, was a waste. He had not obtained much usable intelligence for five years. All contacts had to be careful, and they had to come over to remind him if they took a picture of him.
Don't be too conspicuous... This is already the second time.
"You do it..."
Before he could say the next words, Haspel's eyes fell not far behind Ethan Hondo and froze.
The man he saw by the restaurant window last night was standing there.
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Numabuchi Kiichiro stood in the crowd, watching this farce with others.
Two white men were wrestling with each other on the ground. They were obviously well-dressed, but at this time they were like street gangsters, using all kinds of fighting moves. There was another man standing next to him with an anxious look on his face, as if he wanted to break up the fight.
Not knowing where to start, he looked up from time to time to look at the crowd of onlookers, who blocked his chance to leave.
With his thin body, Kiichiro Numabuchi slowly squeezed his way to the front of the crowd. He saw and recognized the man clearly. His surname was Tsubouchi. They had met several times at the organization's training ground.
The crowd of onlookers nearby were whispering, and some of them had been watching when the farce started. There was one person who spoke good English and understood the ins and outs of their fight. He first told a few aunts, and then it quickly spread among the crowd.
"They seem to be Americans, the FBI and CIA...yes, the ones they often play in movies...one steals the other's girlfriend..."
"...Isn't this an American agent? Why are you here..."
"They said it themselves...could it be false?"
After listening to these words, Numabuchi Kiichiro had a twisted smile on his face. Tsubouchi in the distance seemed to have sensed his sight and looked in his direction, and his whole body suddenly froze.