The black Mercedes Benz 500 was parked in the temporary parking area of Asakusa Town, Taito District. Fujiwara Yu, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, was enjoying a burger that White bought from a nearby fast food restaurant while reading the intelligence files recorded on his laptop.
As an agent, his time is limited, so if he wants to get more information and complete the task as quickly as possible, he can only compress some of the time that can be saved.
Tonguchi Shigehiko's willingness to cooperate has also allowed Fujiwara Yu to have one more informant in Tokyo, and he is also a member of the parliament after all. Regarding the "gossip" in the political circles, he is definitely more sensitive. He only needs to provide corresponding help to protect his family.
Besides, the organization doesn't know that he has any ulterior motives. If he doesn't leak any evidence of his crimes, he will be very safe. There is no need to worry that the organization will suddenly kill him without his knowledge.
White, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was sipping on a glass of ice-cold orange juice. He noticed that the word "Thunder Gate" was written on the huge red lantern across the street. When he turned his head to look at Krel, his tone was uncontrollable.
Excitement:
"Mr. Krell! Do we have no more tasks to complete today?"
"Um."
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the small expression on White's face. After saving the document, Fujiwara Yuu calmly closed the laptop. He had already guessed what the other party was thinking, but he still asked knowingly:
"Do you want to take a vacation? Or do you want to go sightseeing somewhere?"
"Hey, sir, please stop teasing me. You have already seen that I want to go to Sensoji Temple, right?" White is still discerning, otherwise he would not have passed the selection to become an agent. He smiled sheepishly: "
So what...sir, can you lend me some money?"
"Do you do charity again and donate money to the orphanage?"
"Well, because the old dean is not in good health, he needs money."
"Direct transfer?"
White was stunned for a moment and instantly understood what his boss meant, and immediately waved his hand and said:
"No, I asked the CA to send the money directly to the old dean. The old dean only knew that someone was secretly funding the orphanage and didn't know that it was me."
"Well, you're quite smart." Fujiwara Yu took the trouble to remind you: "You must remember your identity as an agent at all times when you are outside, and you must not expose the location of the safe house. Try to avoid surveillance and cameras as much as possible on weekdays. When necessary, take out the CA to provide you with
false identity."
"Well, I understand all of this. It's just that...sir, the car you gave me seems a bit inappropriate for the false identity CA arranged for me?" White said awkwardly.
"What false identity did CA arrange for you?"
"...a wandering painter."
Fujiwara Yu stared at his half-moon eyes and said he was speechless. You must know that White can't even draw a stick figure. I really don't know if the staff at CA who are responsible for arranging fake identities can have some snacks. He suddenly felt a headache and sighed:
"I'll ask the CA to help you change your identity. From now on, you can work as a freelancer. If anyone asks for more details, just tell them that you are engaged in financial investment."
"Okay, sir, what are we doing now?"
"Let's go, today is a day off."
"Hey! That's great!"
White, who is only 20 years old this year, still has the childishness of a teenager that has not faded away. In other words, when he was young, he was forced to give up his childhood and innocence in order to take care of his younger brother in an orphanage, so that when he grew up, he had a decent job.
, on the contrary, the childlike innocence is still intact.
But this is not a bad thing. It is also good to maintain a young and positive attitude.
Sensoji Temple, as Japan's existing "Edo-style" people's paradise, is very popular with overseas tourists. As they walked towards the door, they found that many of the constant conversations in their ears were...
Can't understand.
Fujiwara Yu put his hands in his pockets and looked uninterested. He originally accompanied White to experience the shrine. To be precise, he came to act as a wallet. White looked like a local boy who had just entered the city. He looked around and thought.
It's all novel, especially when I saw the snack street, I couldn't move any further.
"Mr. Krell, what are those skewers? They look delicious?"
Fujiwara Yu followed the direction White pointed and found a shop specializing in selling three-color meatballs. The store manager was carefully brewing the sweet red bean paste ingredients to go with the meatballs.
He didn't ask White if he wanted to eat, because people who said this usually wanted to eat. So he directly raised a finger and said to the store manager who was stirring the red bean paste:
"Hello, please give me a three-color meatball."
"Okay, guest, do you want it with soy sauce or red bean paste? Of course, if you don't like either, you can buy the original flavor."
"Get a box of everything."
"A box contains three skewers? Isn't that too much?"
"It's okay, he has a big appetite."
Fujiwara Yu calmly took out a 10,000 yen note, put the change back into his wallet, and handed the three-color meatballs in the plastic box to White who was already salivating. He was not very interested in the sweets made outside.
The only dessert I'm interested in is in Sendai, and you can't even get it in Tokyo.
He witnessed White turning the three-color meatballs into a wooden skewer in one bite. It was a skill to make food disappear instantly. He even felt that buying three portions was the right choice. The nine skewers of meatballs were completed in less than five minutes.
Judging from his expression, it seems that this guy is quite unsatisfied.
"Do you still want to eat?"
"May I?"
White's beautiful olive green eyes were a little wet at the moment. It wasn't that the meatballs made him cry because of the deliciousness, but he simply wanted to use this trick to seduce his boss's wallet.
Fujiwara Yu spent money quite quickly, but his inner thoughts were quite vicious. After seeing White enthusiastically purchase three boxes of three-color meatballs, he could not control his vicious tongue and said bluntly:
"Glutinous rice is a difficult-to-digest food. If you eat too much at one time... it's not good."
"?"
"I mean, be careful of constipation."
"cough--"
White never expected to hear words related to "poop and piss" from his boss's mouth, and how did he manage to say such an unfunny toilet joke with such a calm expression? Didn't Mr.
Did you realize you were eating?
Fujiwara Yu only moved half to the side to avoid the half-chewed soy sauce glutinous rice dumplings that spurted out of his mouth. However, his move also caused a trace of brown mixed with green on the pink kimono of the innocent passerby.
Viscous objects.
He silently withdrew his gaze and pretended not to see anything. White, who also noticed the problem, was too embarrassed to reach out to help pick it off. The position where the dumpling was attached happened to be at the tail vertebra. If he took action, he would probably be regarded as
I'm crazy.
"Well...sir, let's go and draw lots. When you come to the shrine, you must draw lots to buy a guardian!"