Chapter 259 Your taste is really bad, just like vodka
Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 259: Your taste is really bad, just like vodka
April 4th, Water Sunday.
Logan International Airport, Massachusetts.
The flight that lasted for more than ten hours tortured Fujiwara Yu who failed to enter deep sleep. The reason why he appeared here was because he wanted to attend a dinner hosted by Schindler's company.
After finishing his police work yesterday, he hurried to the section chief's office to ask for leave. If it weren't for the fact that he was forced to work overtime every time he took a vacation, he might not have been able to successfully apply for this leave.
In addition, he had just sent a surprise gift package to the anti-narcotics department, so his boss would naturally approve his leave.
"Mr. Krell, do you need me to buy you a cup of hot milk?" White was also traveling with him this time. He rushed from Tokyo to Osaka last night in order to take the same flight to Boston.
Fujiwara Yu didn't want to drink hot milk. If possible, he would like to have a glass of iced lemon tea to refresh himself. But his current physical condition was not suitable for drinking iced things, so he finally nodded in agreement.
"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you."
White moved very quickly. While buying milk, he also didn't forget to buy two freshly baked roast beef burgers. He noticed that Krell hadn't eaten anything on the plane and was definitely hungry now.
"Thanks."
Fujiwara Yu originally wanted to take medicine on an empty stomach, so when he saw a burger, he decided to make ends meet. After taking a big bite, the American food still did not exceed his expectations, and the roast beef burger was still as unpalatable as ever.
The burger was quite tasty, but the roast beef patty inside looked like it was made from a thousand-year-old cow whose skin was as thick as a city wall. It had no juice and was so dry that an older person might choke to death.
Fujiwara Yu reluctantly "dissolved" these indigestible dry beef patties with hot milk. After finishing the solution, he threw the garbage into the trash can and walked towards the airport parking lot.
When he saw a royal blue Porsche 914 parked in the parking space that Yin Sen Hontang told him about, he almost thought that the person sitting inside was a strong Russian man wearing black clothes and a black top hat.
Yin Sen Hondo sitting in the car is not his original appearance. After his death was announced, he lived under the name Herbert Michel. Not only did he change his hair color to blonde, but he also lost all of his slightly curly hair.
It may have been straightened, but the little mustache on the chin is actually the "true inheritance" of Zhu Fu Jingguang, and the number is almost the same.
"Krell, long time no see. Is this White behind you?" Yin Sen Hondo rolled down the window and looked at Yu Fujiwara, who was standing outside the car with an indifferent expression, and asked.
Fujiwara Yuu responded with a dull voice. After he pulled away the co-pilot and got in, his face was full of disgust:
"Herbert, I really didn't expect your taste to be so bad. You couldn't choose any car and you chose this one."
"Huh? Isn't my new car good-looking?" Yinsen Bentang's expression looked a little confused. He thought his car was quite good-looking. Doesn't the royal blue look more stable?
"Well, it looks very good. It looks exactly like Vodka's car. Do you think it looks good?" Fujiwara Yu said angrily, and pointed at White, who was still carrying a suitcase in his hand, and asked: "And...what do you plan to do?
Let White ride on the roof of the car?”
The Porsche 914 is a two-seater, and there were three of them, so obviously one of them couldn't get into the car.
Yin Sen Hondo was stunned for half a second before he realized his mistake. He really wanted to show off his Xiti car, but failed to show off his car, causing someone to be unable to ride in the car. Not to mention, after he heard the sentence "It's exactly the same as Vodka's car"
, I suddenly felt a dull pain in my shoulder.
When you think of vodka, you think of gin, and when you think of gin, you think of the two shots he shot himself in the shoulder two years ago. Speaking of which, if Fujiwara hadn't taken the risk to save him, I'm afraid it wasn't the shoulder that was shot but
Brain.
"Then I'll arrange for someone to bring a car over now?" Yinsen Bentang asked.
Fujiwara Yu waved his hand. He had already told White about his plan and said bluntly:
"White, is it okay for you to go there alone?"
"Sir, don't worry. Although I have never been to Boston, I am an American and there is no language barrier at all." White was quite optimistic. He was not unhappy because he did not have his own parking space. On the contrary, he was quite curious about this man named
What is the relationship between Mr. Herbert and Mr. Creel?
He remembered the plan he read before setting off. To be honest, he noticed that Mr. Creel often did something to conceal CA, but he didn't know why... He had always chosen to trust Mr. Creel unconditionally. Maybe it was because of this.
, I will be the only one on the list to execute the plan this time.
Anyway, he joined the CA to repay his gratitude. For White, his loyalty is not to the CA, but to Mr. Creel as an individual.
"Well, pay attention to safety and contact us anytime if you have any questions."
"Okay, sir, I'll leave first!"
When White left happily dragging his suitcase, the excessive expression on Yinsen Hondo's face instantly subsided and returned to his original cold and serious face, which was ten times more sima-like than Fujiwara Yu's sima-like face.
He retracted his gaze from White, looked at Fujiwara who was resting with his eyes closed, and asked:
"He is the subordinate assigned by CA? Are you sure he is someone you can trust?"
"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't let him come here, would I?"
Fujiwara Yu began to secretly test White from the first moment he saw him. He did not choose to report any information he did not report to the CA. In addition, there was indeed no fraud in his identity and background, and the encounter with him was not intentional.
, so it can be determined that he is simply here to "repay a favor".
"I believe in your perspective on people. Now it's time to tell me about your..."
"Ah sneeze!"
"?"
Yin Sen Bentang raised his eyebrows. He handed over the tissue while starting the car, his tone full of concern:
"Are you okay? Why did you catch a cold suddenly?"
"It rained for too long two days ago and I didn't keep warm in time. Plus I stayed up late and didn't get a good rest, so I got infected." Fujiwara Yu took a tissue and wiped the saliva that overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He leaned back and his voice was a little bit...
Nasal voice: "You will go to the dinner party later. There are only two things to do. The first is to report to me the real-time status of Thomas Schindler, and the second is to do everything possible to let Tadahin Kamura to follow you during the retreat.
Go, even if it's violent."
"Huh? If you ask me to go to the dinner, what are you going to do?"
Fujiwara Yu played with the lighter in his hand and looked sideways at the Boston scenery passing by outside the window:
"I...naturally want to find the core person of Schindler Company."
"Why do you go to Japan and you still like to talk in a roundabout way?" Yinsen Hondo couldn't help but joke. Because he couldn't have contact with his own children, he already regarded his best friend's son as his own son.
, the tone of speaking is different from how you treat others.
"It's quite interesting to take a detour. I don't know if today's mission will be successful. I even wrote a letter specifically to send to b. I can't waste my letter paper."
b?
Yinsen Hondo thought for a while and guessed what Fujiwara Yu wanted to do. He shook his head helplessly and said: