[Confirmed that Rye Whiskey is an FBI undercover agent.
——rum]
【Chasing the Traitor Rye Whiskey.
——gin】
A white Mazda speeds through the night.
The dirt road in the forest is not smooth, and such speed may cause excessive tire wear, but Toru Amuro no longer cares about these details.
The rum and gin mail came almost simultaneously.
The former confirmed the identity of the rye whiskey, while the latter issued a fatwa to all members in Japan. The address attached to the email was somewhere in Tokyo.
Toru Amuro knew that by the time he rushed over, Rye might have escaped from the encirclement, or even escaped from Tokyo or even Japan, but there was still a chance...
——There is still a chance, isn’t there?
Purple-gray eyes were burning with blazing fire.
FBI undercover.
Undercover agents belonging to different countries are not friends, and even the same country is not necessarily——
The fight between FBI and CIA is no joke.
And Rye, as an American FBI investigator, tried to sacrifice an undercover Japanese police officer so that he could climb to a high position in the organization, which is very reasonable.
——Toru Amuro is not afraid to speculate on Rye Whiskey’s behavior with the utmost malice.
——He must avenge You Tongran.
Dazai Osamu poked Kamishiro Kiyokazu.
He put the phone screen in front of his friends and asked them to read the words.
…
--Yes.
——Toru Amuro finally brought three support staff with him.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu's attitude was too firm, as if he meant not letting him go without taking them with him. After Toru Amuro tried to use words and force to break through Kamishiro Kiyokazu's blockade, but failed the first time, and attracted Oda Sakunosuke,
It was a smooth compromise. It’s not that there is no other way, but that we need to seize the time.
Oda Sakunosuke didn't know what was happening, but he obeyed the leader's order, quickly packed his luggage, and sat in the passenger seat of the Mazda.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu and Dazai Osamu were already in the back seat.
Toru Amuro stepped on the accelerator, and the Mazda started running quickly.
Dazai Osamu also didn't know what happened.
But how much can be speculated.
The police undercover man sitting in the driver's seat had a cold face, and the air in the car seemed to freeze under the air-conditioning. Dazai Osamu guessed that Mr. Amuro had learned about a certain person from the police or from the black organization where he was undercover.
Time-sensitive news, this news must be very important to him, probably about...
Enemy?
Taking advantage of his small stature, Osamu Dazai poked his head between the two chairs in the front seat to look at Toru Amuro's expression.
He saw the anger.
Underneath the icy face of the blond young man, there was a sullen fire.
——It’s so beautiful.
——Even if he is resentful, he still appears calm and restrained, and his rationality deeply covers his emotions. Is this the senior that my friends respect?
Osamu Dazai recalled the ordinary police officers he saw on the streets of Yokohama and felt the gap.
…
[Amuro-senpai must be the elite among the elite, right? 】
Kamidai Kiyokazu looked at the text on Dazai Osamu's cell phone screen and typed a response.
【certainly.】
He added, [Senior Amuro is the strongest among the police in recent years.]
For a top cancer in the advanced stage, the fastest thing to catch the eye is naturally the top.
It just so happened that the police officers of the National Police Agency and the agents of the Secret Service Division were of different natures and could not compete at all. Kamidai Kiyokazu naturally had a calm attitude toward Toru Amuro. After getting to know him more, he found that he also had a good personality and was quite comfortable getting along with him, so he naturally accepted him.
other side.
Dazai Osamu nodded thoughtfully.
【What happened?】
He asked directly.
This time Kamidai Kiyawa took a little long to type.
[The Morohoshi I met at Shinjuku Gyoen Park is a colleague of Amuro-senpai’s undercover organization. They have a very bad relationship. This time, Amuro-senpai got some news about the other party and rushed to Tokyo. 】
Kamidai Kiyokazu did not add any of his own inferences or associations to this passage, it is all objective facts.
The car remained quiet.
It seemed to be secretly comforting the young man in the driver's seat.
The Mazda drove out of the forest and onto a flat concrete road, and its speed increased again.
Through the car window with a single-sided visual film, Kamishiro Kiyoka watched the scenery along the way rewind rapidly.
It still takes a few hours to get to Tokyo.
With two days left on vacation, I probably won’t be returning to the hot spring hotel.
Kamidai Kiyoka methodically contacted the hotel proprietress to explain the situation, and randomly made up a reason that there was a family emergency, asking her to take over the empty hotel, and unexpectedly received a refund of the two-day booking fee.
"..."
Wealth from heaven?
A certain logic wizard was silent for a long time, then opened the Nintendo official website and picked up a new game.
Osamu Dazai: "..."
The quality of tranquility seems to make anything extraordinary become routine.
Hmm.
It will take so long to return to Tokyo, so now is definitely not the time to tense up.
Rest, rest!
Osamu Dazai took a piece of cherry blossom pudding from his luggage, ate it, and opened the chat room of the Yokohama intelligence dealer.
【Destination Tokyo.
——Qinghe】
Oda Sakunosuke put down his cell phone.
It should take another two or three hours to get to Tokyo?
But it must be safe.
Oda Sakunosuke always paid attention to Toru Amuro's situation in the driver's seat. It was not that he had never thought about driving the car himself, but after personally experiencing the driver's strength in the forest, he gave up this idea.
——If his driving skill is C, then Amuro probably has A.
Oda Sakunosuke is very self-aware. He is only stable at driving and is not really good at it.
Small confined space.
The car becomes more stable as the road becomes smoother.
It’s really suitable for taking a nap.
Kamidai Kiyowa thought so when he opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep for a while.
He looked at the time and then at the GPS positioning, knowing that they were almost there.
"My former colleague, codenamed Rye Whiskey, has confirmed his defection. Gin has issued a pursuit mission to all codename members across Japan." Mazda drove into Tokyo. Toru Amuro recalled the changed address in Gin's new email and said,
"His name... no, his pseudonym is Zhu Xingdai, whom you have met."
Oda Sakunosuke nodded.
The underworld never spares no effort in hunting down traitors, and the Port Mafia has formulated special punishments for this purpose.
"I have a lot of old grievances with him, and we just happened to settle them together this time."
The Mazda turned smoothly and headed towards the meeting point where Gin had sent him. Toru Amuro said calmly, "Some outside personnel discovered the location of Rye Whiskey and his accomplices. We are heading over there. Gin should arrange for us."
Outflank, I hope he can let me stick to the path of winning the prize."
Seiwa Kamishiro: "Information on rye whiskey?"
Now that things have come to this, there isn't much to hide.
Toru Amuro said bluntly: "Sniper, with a range of 800 yards, left-handed, superb marksmanship, and the hidden part is unclear."
"Where are the accomplices?"
"He is an undercover agent of the FBI. How many FBI agents he comes to will depend on the organization and how much he is valued in the FBI."
"Smuggled here?"
"..."
Getting the answer from the silence of senior Fangtani, Kamishiro Kiyokazu nodded, "The number of people shouldn't be too many, and the weapons won't be very good either..."
in addition.
Kamishiro Kiyawa never forgot fish soup.
Dazai Osamu next to him seems to be doing everything as usual, and Furitani-senpai doesn't seem to have anything wrong. Is the fish soup this time just an ordinary dish? Or will the side effects take some time to break out?
The night is getting darker.
In the secluded open-air parking lot, the windows of the Porsche 356a were rolled down, and Gin's iconic long blond hair and black top hat were clearly visible.
The window of the Mazda was lowered. Toru Amuro nodded to Gin and raised the window again.
Oda Sakunosuke, who was hunched over in the passenger seat, slowly sat up straight.
Toru Amuro took out his earphones, connected them to his mobile phone, and accessed an encrypted communication channel, "I'm here."
He said coldly and slowly, with a characteristic, poisonous sweetness in his tone, "Rye... where is our FBI investigator?"
After a while.
"ok."
Toru Amuro clicked the communication button and said, "There are quite a few people coming. Gin personally went to guard the path that Rye would most likely choose. He arranged for me the next possible choice, and there were snipers watching above."
"The next possibility..."
Dazai Osamu blinked, "Amuro-senpai is an intelligence agent, right?"
——The attitude of working everywhere is too obvious.
——So where have all the martial arts factions gone?
"Amuro-senpai is also very skilled. He is considered an elite who can handle both the intelligence team and the action team." Kamishiro Kiyokazu explained, and then added, "If I am guessing correctly, Mr. Gin should know that you and Rye are not going to deal with you, Amuro-senpai."
Right? He arranged for you to stay here because he thought you would do your best."
Toru Amuro nodded.
The blond young man waited for a while to make sure they had no questions and reminded: "I've opened the communication."
There was silence in the car.
The new moon is bright.
Toru Amuro drove the car with all his concentration on the road arranged by Gin.
Will Rye come here?
bring it on.
Toru Amuro wiped his gun, feeling a strange excitement rising along his limbs. He had been driving for four hours tonight, but he still didn't feel tired. Maybe God wanted to see him achieve his wish...
…
"Crack."
The sound of a gun falling to the ground.
The sound of a human body falling backwards that should have been heard at the same time was not very noticeable due to the leather seats.
Gin's voice suddenly sounded in the earphones: "What's the sound?"
——When Kamishiro Kiyoka quickly inserted the earphones into his ears, he could only hear the last letter.
But it doesn't matter.
Isn't it obvious what the other person is asking?
A cruel and teasing smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Kamishiro Kiyokazu tilted his head slightly and said lazily in a bourbon voice:
"What's wrong?"
--All right.
——To be cautious, please confirm again.
Gin's voice was cold and alert, and he asked again:
"What sound."
"Ah, I found a driver to come over, and I just changed places with him..."
Like a poisonous snake hissing, and like thick honey, Bourbon's voice is gentle and frivolous, "If you hold the steering wheel and shoot, wouldn't you underestimate the rye?"