Chapter 261 As expected of father and son, they both say the same thing
Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 261: As expected of a father and son, they both say the same thing
"Herbert, you have one more task."
Yinsen Hondo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows after hearing this. He thought it was normal for Fujiwara Yuu to like idol stars at his age, but it was a bit inappropriate during the mission, so he directly dismissed the other person's unrealistic ideas.
idea:
"Krell, don't tell me... that you have some leisurely pursuit of stars during the mission? Isn't that bad?"
"Where are you thinking? I'm not interested in spiritual pursuits. The task I asked you to perform is to keep an eye on the actions of Chrissy Wynyard. She has close ties with the organization. I got this information from b.
I caught it on the side.”
After Fujiwara Yuu assigned the task, he continued to crawl forward. Now he was a little envious of those short people. If only he could shrink his bones, he would definitely be able to climb very fast.
Yin Sen Hontang, who was in the banquet hall, couldn't help but cast his gaze at Chrissy Wynyard, who was maneuvering among the guests with ease. It must be said that beauties can be popular anywhere, and this is still the case at this kind of celebrity dinner.
Her long blond curly hair spread to her waist, and her burgundy backless evening gown seemed to be tailor-made for her, highlighting her perfectly curvy figure.
In Yinsen Hontang's knowledge, lipsticks can only be red or pink. This is the first time he has seen someone who can easily wear purple lipstick... Paired with those charming aqua eyes, it is indeed a match.
Use the words "sexy beauty".
Otherwise, those male guests who clearly have female companions next to them would not take the risk of using the method of toasting and glance secretly in the direction of the beauty.
"She is from the organization? I really didn't expect that."
Yin Sen Hontang didn't say this because of the other party's appearance, he simply felt that the organization was actually involved in the public entertainment industry, and this business was quite extensive.
"Isn't your daughter also the host of Rimai TV? And she is quite popular."
"Ahem."
Fujiwara Yu naturally knew why Yinsen Hondo was coughing. He smiled and fiddled with the position of the headset:
"Don't worry, there is no White on this channel. The way I give him instructions is through my mobile phone."
"oh."
Yinsen Hondo naturally knows what kind of job his daughter Hondo Yinghai is doing. Sometimes he is quite glad that his daughter is the host of Japanese TV station. This kind of profession that is exposed to the public can also make his thoughts settle.
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It's just that he doesn't dare to record videos of his daughter hosting programs or interviewing others. Every time he browses relevant information, he must carefully clean up the browsing history... He is worried that he will be exposed again, so he must do it in advance so as not to implicate anyone.
preparation work.
"What, do you miss your daughter? I remember you have a son, don't you miss him?" Fujiwara Yu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously.
Yin Sen Hontang thought of his son who was still in junior high school and couldn't help but sigh:
"This child is being watched over by CA right now. It's not convenient for me to show him face to face. I only occasionally glance at him from a distance."
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"ca? How did they..."
"I wanted to tell you about this before, but I thought you were very busy with work in Japan, so I didn't talk about such a trivial matter. But if you don't know, I can know who is the person who arranged the surveillance.
." Yin Sen Hontang held up a glass of champagne and stood at a distance, transmitting the sound without moving his mouth as much as possible to prevent others from noticing his weirdness.
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but frown. After he realized who the person who did this was, he had some vague guesses in his mind. But he did not clarify the matter. He believed that Yinsen Hondo was consistent with his guess.
of.
"Herbert, you have to remember one thing."
"What?"
"Your matter is not a trivial matter. You can tell me as soon as possible next time."
——"My Lord, here... I only trust you, so your matter is not a trivial matter. Remember to tell me as soon as possible in the future."
What Fujiwara Kazuya said came to mind.
Yin Sen. Bentang nodded and smiled. He was truly a father and son. They spoke so similar words.
"Yes, I will."
Fujiwara Yu climbed all the way up the ventilation duct. If his physical strength and waist and abdominal strength were not sufficient, just supporting the wall of the duct upward would be very tiring.
He silently calculated the floor he was currently on. After about ten minutes, he finally succeeded in reaching the fifty-seventh floor. There were only five floors left from the top sixty-second floor... Victory was right in front of him.
"The dinner party has already started. The environment here will be noisy. I will block it for a while. If there is any situation, I will contact you at any time. Remember to be careful when you act. The security system here is no worse than that at the CA headquarters." Yin Sen
·The priest stared closely at Thomas Schindler who was socializing with others and reminded him in a low voice.
Fujiwara Yu took a short rest and began to climb higher again. He activated the power of the wind to keep himself dry and sweat-free, and at the same time, the air in the pipe became fresher.
After he successfully reached the fifty-eighth floor, he lowered his voice and answered softly:
"Don't worry, I know it well."
There was no sound coming from the headset, and Fujiwara Yu continued to crawl upwards with great effort. Finally, his hard work paid off, and he finally reached the 62nd floor. He followed the ventilation ducts all the way to the outside, which was a rooftop decorated as a children's park.
He quietly poked his head out and looked at the glass door with the curtains drawn. There were no security measures here, and there were even no monitoring equipment outside the rooftop. It seemed that Thomas Schindler was very confident in the security system inside his building.
But yes, he is a giant in the T world, and he cannot own a sixty-two-story building without any self-confidence.
However, his confidence made it much easier for Fujiwara Yu to do things. He took out his mobile phone and did not choose to make a call. Instead, he sent an email to White who was on call.
More than ten kilometers away, on the tarmac on the top floor of a building, White was sitting in a helicopter, sipping an American coffee with completely melted ice cubes. He smacked his lips while drinking. No wonder Italians think cold brew is American dirty water.
It tastes really bad.
The only effect it can bring to White is that it is so bitter that it refreshes the mind.
Ding.
The sound of a new email came from the phone. White didn't dare to hesitate and opened it directly. When he saw the name displayed at the beginning of the email, it was indeed from Mr. Creel.
[Krell: White, you can prepare to take off. Wait until I notify you before approaching the building.]
[White: Got it.]
He quickly put on the headphones and checked that there was no problem with the handheld aviation satellite locator before turning on the main battery.
After a series of operations were completed, White pushed the mixture ratio handle all the way, released the ignition switch after hearing the explosion point, and the helicopter slowly left the ground and headed towards the Schindler Company headquarters building.
Of course, he won't approach in advance, otherwise it will be troublesome if he is noticed that there is a problem.