The 550th chapter on the eve of the decisive battle (3)
As one of the best agents in Japan, Fujiwara Yi never thought there was anything great about the Chinese agents, including that damn Lin Ze.
Is it great to have been with Undercover Shark for two years?
Is it amazing to be able to meet a shark?
You can see him, I can't,
Otherwise, why were you followed and photographed by me in the first place?
Although Fujiwara Yi did not dare to approach the villa at the time, and did not even dare to arrange for someone to disguise himself to investigate, he still showed his first-class agent ability.
Lin Ze and others, he can track Lin Ze without being discovered, he does have first-class tracking ability. Of course, this is also thanks to Lin Ze not playing a leading role in this tracking and counter-tracking. If the driver is Lin Ze, and there weren’t that many people watching him in the car, so he might not be able to detect it.
But despite this, Lin Ze's cautious behavior still did not let Fujiwara Yi take advantage of the loopholes. Otherwise, when Fujiwara Yi threw the photos and documents on the big table in the conference room, he would have been unable to do anything.
No matter what, Fujiwara Yi is a first-class agent, a character no more powerful than James Ruo, so he will not obey Lin Ze's arrangements at all.
"Let's go do some trivial things." Fujiwara Yi sneered repeatedly and said contemptuously, "Do you really think you are our leader?"
"No, boss, it's unclear whether he has anything to do with Shark. If that bitch Ruth hadn't supported him, he would have become the second commander. Besides, he has information about Shark, but we don't have it. "A Japanese agent echoed,
"Let's go to his place first and see if we can catch the wind." Fujiwara Yi got out of the car and walked across the road towards a brightly lit nightclub.
According to the information, the boss behind this entertainment venue is Shark. Of course, he is only one of the bosses. The other bosses come from wealthy people from various countries. It is a nightclub that is comparable to roulette. It is better to collect information in a place like this than in an inexplicable place. Where the cold wind blows,
What makes Fujiwara Yi strange is that it is impossible for Lin Ze to have no control over this nightclub, but he has not arranged for anyone to come here at all. Does he want to come here by himself?
With this thought in his mind, Fujiwara Yi became even more angry,
It's okay for the commander to be taken advantage of by him, but he actually wants to take the credit alone.
Huh, no wonder they never do much on that island. It seems that there are a lot of tricks in it.
Leading three agents into the nightclub, he ordered a soft drink in a quiet corner, and after shooing away several enchanting girls who came up to him, Fujiwara Yi lit a cigarette, narrowed his eyes and scanned the surrounding environment.
Most of the people who come in and out of nightclubs are either rich or noble, and they are all well-known people in London. The lowest level ones are also the big bosses in the area. There are basically no ordinary people. And these Japanese outsiders are naturally very easy to be tolerated. Pay attention, no, in less than five minutes, two groups of people came up to chat. On the surface, they were chatting, but in fact, they were testing. Fujiwara Yi knew this very well, but since he was here to inquire about information, he did not hesitate. He adopts a arrogant and indifferent attitude, but instead tests each other with a false smile.
However, more than half an hour passed. Not only did Fujiwara Yi not get any news, but she was given several glasses of strong alcohol. She immediately got up and went to the bathroom to fill the water.
He is an agent, an agent with strong professionalism. He rarely comes to such places for entertainment, and generally does not drink. In his opinion, drinking while performing tasks is extremely unwise. It will not only slow down his reaction, but also It would affect his judgment, so when he could avoid drinking, he refused to drink. Therefore, his drinking capacity was average, even worse than that of his subordinates with slightly lower self-cultivation and restraint ability.
"call,."
After running water in the bathroom for a while, Fujiwara Yi, who felt completely comfortable, washed her face and was about to take out paper to wipe it when a quiet and calm voice suddenly sounded next to her,
"Japanese."
This was an impolite question. When Fujiwara Yi heard this, he felt a little unhappy, but thinking of the mission he had, he didn't care about it. He turned around slightly and saw a handsome young man with blond hair, and said calmly: " Yes, something happened."
"Oh, I'm just asking." The blond man held a cigarette in his mouth and asked with a half-smile, "You have money to spend here."
"What do you mean?" Fujiwara Yi frowned and scolded,
"It's not interesting, so let's just ask casually." The blond man shrugged coolly, "I just look at you, you don't look like a rich man."
"Baga." Fujiwara Yi was furious and yelled angrily, "If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will beat you up."
Fujiwara Yi's psychological quality has always been good, but there are also specific circumstances. For example, when the two sides compete, he can show a strong confrontation ability, but at this moment, he is inexplicably humiliated by an exaggerated man's words, even though his personal cultivation is not good. It's good, but it's also quite unbearable.
"Baga." The blond man narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered, "I, Baga, look like you."
This sentence was actually spoken in Chinese. Fujiwara Yi couldn't quite understand it, but he knew it was definitely not a good word. He said angrily: "Who are you?"
"Little bastard." The blond man stubbed out his cigarette butt and said with a smile,
"Retard." After Fujiwara Yi struggled for a moment, he finally held back his anger and planned to leave this place that upset him. However, when he turned away, the blond man suddenly took a step sideways and blocked his way.
"What do you want to do?" Fujiwara Yi's anger that he had barely suppressed suddenly burst out, and he shouted with a sharp look: "Get out of here."
After saying that, he put a hand on the blond man's shoulder, trying to push him away.
But I didn't expect that his powerful push not only didn't push him away, but felt like he was pushing against an iron plate. The blond man didn't move at all. He slightly lowered his head and glanced at Fujiwara Yi's arm, and said with a half-smile: " Didn’t eat.”
This was another Chinese joke, but it completely ignited Fujiwara Yi's anger. He immediately turned his palm into a fist and punched him in the chest with all his strength.
snap,
The blond man suddenly slapped away his palm, leaned forward fiercely, and knocked Fujiwara Yi back with a fierce shoulder push. Then, not seeing how fast the blond man was, he raised his arm and lightly grabbed Fujiwara Yi's arm. Pulling and pulling, he was knocked against the washbasin.
snap,
When Fujiwara Ito hit his forehead on the stainless steel basin, his face was covered with blood. His eyes were also blurred by the blood and he could no longer see clearly.
Deng Deng stared,
Two security guards suddenly burst in outside the door. They saw Fujiwara I half lying on the ground, while the blond man was slowly washing his hands. One of the security guards who recognized the blond man stepped forward and asked, "Brother Hei, what's going on?"
"This kid bumped into me, and I was unhappy, so I knocked him down." The blond man shook his hands and said slowly,
"Damn it." The security guard had a very strong ability to observe words and expressions. As soon as he heard the blond man's voice, he kicked Fujiwarai in the abdomen. The latter immediately curled up like a shrimp. The miserable situation was self-evident.
"Even Brother Hei dares to hit him. I'm tired of it." He wanted to kick him a few more times, but the blond man said indifferently, "Just throw him out. Don't scare the guests until he's covered in blood."
"Okay, Brother Hei, the bosses are drinking in the private room. You can go over and play for a while." The security guard said humbly,
"Yeah." The blond man dried his hands, took out a cigarette and lit it, and left the bathroom casually.
Without saying a word, the two security guards picked up the limp Fujiwara Yi and walked out the door.
After several security guards kicked out Fujiwara Yi and his group, the blond man who had already gone upstairs suddenly appeared at the corner of the stairs. He looked slightly solemn, holding a cigarette in his mouth and said to himself: "What's going on, Lin Ze?" , he shouldn't be stupid enough to send someone here to inquire about the news. Alas, it seems that these Japanese pigs are making the decision without permission. Apart from them, is there any other such stupid race in the world?"
