Sometimes a conversation can determine a person's fate, and it is not limited to conversations between big shots. Small people sharpening their knives can more easily influence the future of the person involved. Two high-ranking guests happily drank Japanese sake in front of the "TORO" restaurant counter. Guan was completely unaware that the chef was having a very serious conversation.
"I can kidnap him on the way to get off work, find a blind spot for the camera, and ensure that no evidence is left behind," Yuyama Asada made a slashing motion with his long arm.
Gu Tie shook his head: "The risk is too high. He is not an ordinary intelligence investigation room official, but a member of that huge organization. If I am not mistaken, he is a relatively high-level figure."
"So what," the Ryukyu man said with a sullen face, "I have a lead-coated restraint bag in my equipment. As long as I put it on, it can block all signal emissions."
"Lao Qian, Lao Qian, if you really think that the enemy is so weak, why can't you find a way to get in after hanging around in front of the door for two weeks?" The Chinese sighed, "First, if nothing else, if it lasts for a long time The surveillance signal was suddenly interrupted. You can tell with your toes that it was an accident. Secondly, your torture may not be effective. As I said, this person has been suffering from pain for a long time and has a certain tolerance for pain. It's amazing, and there must be special means to counter torture; thirdly, even if the torture is completed, we cannot detain him for a long time, we must erase the memory and put him back. So how to explain this period of disappearance, and how does he face the disappearance? ’s memory, unlike that little guy, this guy won’t treat abnormal phenomena as a hangover,”
Asada was stunned, "Then you mean..."
"Not only cannot we touch him, but we must also serve him well," Gu Tie said with raised eyebrows. "Once Qibu Liang is alerted, our glimmer of hope will be completely gone. The breakthrough will be on the opening day the day after tomorrow."
Yuyama Asada clenched his fists, then relaxed them, forcing himself to suppress his emotions, "...do you already have a plan?"
"Of course," Gu Tie responded with a charming smile, "There will be a plan, trust me,"
At this time, Maruyama opened the curtain and poked his head in: "Manager, Mr. Celebrity, there are more and more customers waiting for a table. Do you want to continue cooking?"
The two men looked at each other, straightened their clothes and walked forward, continuing to play the role of the playful shop owner and the culinary celebrity with superb knife skills. Days like this will not last long, they each thought in their hearts,,, they must seize this opportunity that is passing by. Opportunity, even if there is only a slim hope.
Two days later, at 9:30 in the morning, the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office’s open day officially came. Fifty teachers and students from Chiyoda Ward Bancho Elementary School were invited to visit the departments on the B1 floor of the investigation office. The team was led by 62 Year-old elementary school principal Toru Yoshiyama, forty-five students from two classes and five teachers were selected through online selection. The group boarded the yellow bus at 8:40 a.m. and forty-five minutes later Arriving in front of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department building in Kasumigaseki 2-chome, the two female staff waiting at the door picked up their tablets to verify the visitors' identities, and led them through the security check and to the three elevators in the northeast corner of the hall. forward.
"Hello everyone, I am Ono Takamasa from the General Affairs Department of the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office. Please take care of me." The black-haired man in his thirties bowed to everyone. "Next, please divide into three groups and take the elevator on the far right to go down. Floor B1, Mr. Fangshan, please excuse me."
"Of course, thank you, Mr. Ono," the white-haired principal instructed the four teachers to divide the students into three teams and enter the elevator in order.
At this time, a student wearing a little yellow hat looked at Ono Takamasa: "Uncle, there are three elevators, why can I only take the one on the far right?"
The employee from the General Affairs Department knelt down and replied with a smile: "Because the three elevators arrive at different places. To go to the underground floor, just take the one on the right."
"Then where can the two left ones go?" the primary school student asked curiously.
"I really want to tell you, but I don't know everything," Ono said with a smile. "My authority can only reach the B3 floor. Let's think about it this way: In fact, there is a group of brave mechas hidden in the deep underground base. Warriors, they are always on standby in the darkness, ready to fight to the death against bad guys and space monsters who want to subvert the world. Let us not disturb their work, okay? After all, the peace surrounding the earth depends on them,"
"Oh," the primary school student responded, with a confused look on his face, "You mean this is the secret base of superheroes. That's too bragging. There are no real superheroes in the world."
"Why do you think so? When I was young... forget it," Ono Takamasa stood up and led the first group of primary school students into the elevator. Standing in the corner of the elevator, he secretly took out his handkerchief and wiped it on his neck. Sweat, the kid is really difficult to deal with, and now he feels very nervous.
The director of the Intelligence Investigation Office, Yi Cunmu Zhongcheng, gave him only one task: take these visitors through the B1 floor, watch an introductory video, send them away, do not cause any trouble, and do not let anyone reach deeper floors. Although the building The property has the most stringent security measures, but as the country's top intelligence agency, any small oversight may lead to serious consequences. If a problem occurs, all relevant persons responsible will be prosecuted for espionage.
There was a soft "ding" sound, and the elevator door opened. The primary school students rushed out in a chaotic manner. The teacher hurriedly maintained order. Ono asked them to wait for a while in the B1 lobby. After gathering, they started to visit together. He took out his mobile phone and dialed A phone call: "Visitors are coming, get ready."
After hanging up the phone, he raised his head and looked at the ceiling. This group of visiting elementary school teachers and students were selected through the strictest procedures. They can be said to be the least security threats in Japan. He knew that no matter who was in the underground building, The location is monitored by more than three cameras, and countless sound, light, and electrical sensors are scattered around. The possibility of being invaded is very slim, but for some reason, there is a faint uneasiness in his heart. This morning, he When he went out, he saw a black cat, which was definitely a bad sign. Ono wiped the sweat from his neck again, straightened the knot of his tie, and took a deep breath.
"Section Chief, what's wrong with you," the female staff member from the General Affairs Department next to her asked with concern.
"I'm fine," he said with a forced smile.
At this time, the elevator door opened again, and a second group of primary school students walked out under the leadership of the principal. Ono felt a little more at ease, watching the children in yellow hats pouring out of the elevator, and picked up his mobile phone to inform his colleagues and the rest. At this time, the primary school students suddenly let out a burst of confused exclamations: "Mr. Principal," "Mr. Fangshan," "Come and help, Mr. Principal has a heart attack," "Hold him, hold him." he,"
Ono Takamasa's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something had happened. He pressed the speed dial button with his right hand and dialed the emergency number. Then he separated from the crowd and walked over. The silver-haired old man fell to the ground, clutching his hands in pain. His chest, lips and fingertips were all blue and purple. He was panting briefly and his eyes were looking around aimlessly. It really looked like a sign of a heart attack.
Ono increased his vigilance. The timing of this attack was too precise. If he wanted to take the opportunity to create chaos, he must nip all possibilities in the bud. "Call more colleagues to help, call the doctor on duty in the infirmary, don't Let the children run around," he issued the order. He knelt down to hold the old man's head and reached out to fumble for the medicine box in Fangshan Teru's arms. On the medicine box were written instructions for taking the medicine and an emergency contact number. Ono took out one The capsule was stuffed into the old man's mouth, and he took the water bottle from the female clerk's hand and drank it for him.
"Mr. Principal has not had an attack for a long time. The doctor once said that this attack is very dangerous. Mr. Ono, he has used a pacemaker and had his heart's artificial sinoatrial node replaced a few years ago. The doctor said this This technology is not yet mature, and there is a small chance of causing heart rhythm disorders. If this happens, you must use an artificial heart and lung immediately, immediately," the teacher next to him shouted anxiously.
Ono Takamasa frowned and said: "The nearest hospital is just two blocks away. If you drive there..."
"It's too late, Mr. Ono, where is your infirmary? Does it have relevant equipment? We will take the principal there," the teacher said hurriedly.
Ono glanced at him deeply. This teacher was about forty years old. He was a common kind of cowardly office worker in Japan who didn't show up. However, he showed an overly anxious attitude that made people suspicious, "Police Watch" The infirmary of the department building is on the seventh floor, but I'm not sure it has the appropriate equipment," he replied. "It's better to send it to the hospital. I've asked my colleagues to call an ambulance."
"Stop joking, Mr. Ono, the principal can't hold on until that time," the teacher yelled, tears welling up in his eyes, "Look at his face, he can't wait any longer,"
Ono really felt that the principal's carotid artery pulse was becoming weaker, and the old man was indeed knocked down by a heart attack. This could not be faked, but he did not know how to make a decision at this time. Any decision carried hidden dangers, and he could not take risks. .
Elementary school students and teachers gathered around noisily, and many investigation room staff stood beside them helplessly. At this moment, the elevator door opened, and more students rushed out, making the scene even more chaotic. Just when Ono Takamasa was feeling stressed , a familiar face appeared in front of me.
"Let me take him down. There are these equipments on the B10 floor," said Ryo Shichibu, director of the Computer Information Department of the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office. "Come in with two or three people to help. The highest authority of your General Affairs Department is on the underground floors."
"Mr. Shichibu," Ono exclaimed in surprise, "Our minister is not here today. His identification card has B10 authority. I will go to the safe to borrow it immediately. Thank you."