Plop, tap, tap. The abnormal sound made by the tires made the brown-haired man in charge of driving frown. He turned to look at his boss sitting in the back seat of the car with his eyes closed, and reported: "Sir, the tires seem to be
It was punctured by gravel or something, and I'm afraid I won't be able to continue driving." The man sitting in the back seat of the car had long black hair and a stern Asian face under a dark gray wool hat.
The man slowly opened his dark green eyes and straightened his back. The curly bangs on his forehead swayed slightly as he moved. He turned his head to look at the falling rain outside the window and frowned.
The man was none other than FBI investigator Shuichi Akai, who returned to the United States after breaking away from the organization. He had a mission today. As for the content of the mission... naturally, he was to capture the serial murderer who had committed several murders in New York.
Akai Shuichi spoke fluent English. After leaving his instructions, he opened the door and got out of the warm car. The cold air outside made him shrink back: "Let's go to the nearby repair shop while we can still drive...
As for me, you don’t have to worry, I will contact Judy to take over your job, and you can just get off work after finishing the work."
"Yes, Mr. Akai." Shuichi Akai raised his hand and closed the car door. He lowered his eyes and looked at the iron nails scattered on the ground. The number was obviously wrong. It seemed that before their car came here, there should be another car that was also exploded.
fetal.
He held the cigarette case and went to the eaves nearby, lit the cigarette, took out his cell phone, and dialed the number at the top of the list.
As soon as the call was connected, a familiar voice came from the other side, and his frown relaxed a little.
"Xiu, what happened? Where are you? I'll be right over." Judy Stelling, who was sorting out recent documents in the office, was a little confused. She knew that her boyfriend would not call for no reason during working hours.
I am sorry for my situation, so most likely something has happened and I need help.
"I've run into some trouble. Please drive to 54th Avenue to pick me up." Judy Stelling didn't ask any more questions. After confirming the address, she quickly locked all the files on the desktop into the drawer.
Picking up his coat, he left his work station and hurried towards the elevator on his high heels.
After hanging up the phone, Shuichi Akai put one hand in his pocket and took a small sip of a cigarette. He looked up at the raindrops dripping from the eaves with drooped eyelids. It was good to smoke a cigarette on a rainy night... but it was a bit cold.
Da, da, da. There was the sound of footsteps beside him. Akai Hide turned his head and looked around, only to find that the person who came turned out to be an acquaintance.
Why is he here?
"FBI, I didn't expect to meet you in a place like this." Fujiwara Yu twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an insincere smile. He looked at the Mercedes-Benz car that was slowly leaving and said three very embarrassing words: "...Congratulations.
Ah." There was more or less a hint of schadenfreude in these words.
Akai Hide has long been accustomed to Krel's habit of choking him. He still maintained a calm poker face and looked towards the car with a flat tire across the street, as if he was looking in the direction of someone on purpose.
He flicked the cigarette ashes: "You're welcome, and thank you for contributing to the American auto repair industry." Fujiwara Yu, who did not have the advantage in talking skills, walked aside in disgust to avoid the cigarette ash floating in the wind.
Later, he also imitated Akai Shuichi and stood under the eaves to light a cigarette.
The conversation ended abruptly in silence. Neither of them asked the other party why they were here. They just maintained a strange silence until a black Chevrolet suburban parked in front of them, and Judy rolled down the window.
Starling looked at the two people smoking and said in a strange tone: "Xiu, why are you with...Mr. Krell?" Fujiwara Yu didn't expect that the person who came to pick up Akai Shuichi turned out to be a female investigator, golden in color.
His short straight hair looks very capable, his light blue droopy eyes are paired with old-style black-rimmed glasses. This investigator has quite a special taste.
He glanced at something on Akai Shuichi's chest with a strange expression, and then glanced at a certain part of the female investigator... Oh, it turns out that this thing was not contaminated by the FBI playing horap.
He pulled up the back seat of the car and sat in without ceremony. He rolled down the window and looked at Shuichi Akai who was still standing outside. He said in a strange voice: "Investigator Akai, are you planning to go back on foot? I didn't expect you to be there."
A habit of getting wet in the rain." Shuichi Akai pursed his lips and didn't reply. He got into the passenger seat with an expressionless face, raised his hand and quickly took away the cigarette that Krel was still holding in his mouth before fastening his seat belt.
After catching a look of surprise on someone's face, he raised the corners of his mouth with satisfaction and put the other person's cigarette into the car ashtray along with his own.
He seemed to have remembered something, turned to look at Claire, and asked in a deep voice: "Aren't you going to drive me away this time? Mr. CIA agent."
"This is not Japan. I am not as domineering as you think." Fujiwara Yu lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to edit an email and send it to Yinsen Hondo. He had to ask him to help recover the vehicle that could not be driven. The contents of the vehicle were also
It was properly handled when you got off the car.
Judy Stelling looked at the two of them curiously. This was the first time she had seen her boyfriend be with someone.
Is there any quarrel between these two people for "fighting each other"? But Xiu clearly helped him before, so if the relationship was very bad, he probably wouldn't lend a helping hand to help clean up the mess.
You must know that it is not easy to avoid the spy set by Schindler Company. Xiu also worked on this matter for a long time and spent a lot of energy to replace Hiroki Sawada and his father with brand new clothes.
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"What's your name?" Fujiwara Yu smiled politely at the female investigator, with a very good attitude.
"I'm Judy Stelling." Judy paused, and after receiving the hint from Xiu's eyes, she started the car and asked, "Why is Mr. Creel here? Has he been on leave?"
Fujiwara Yu's eyes passed somewhere, he leaned his weight on the seat wing, his voice was full of regret: "Well, I did come to take a vacation, but something unpleasant happened midway, which caused the music of my "goldenapple"
I haven’t watched the show either... Hey, Investigator Judy, you should feel a pity too, right?" goldenapple.
Judy Stelling's left eyelid couldn't help but twitch, and she realized that the ticket stub she had pressed under her glasses case had been seen by Krell.
But how did Creel focus on Sharon Wynyard? Could it be that CIA also... Akai Shu stuffed the ticket stub under the glasses case without moving, and directly changed the topic: "If you are on vacation,
,Want to come for a drink tonight?"
"Okay, I'm happy to accompany you."
"Judy, take him back to the apartment. I have some personal matters to take care of. Send me to Harson."
"Huh? Back to our apartment?" Judy Stein's eyes widened in surprise. She didn't understand what Xiu was doing. She wanted to bring the suspicious man back to their safe house. Is this really... okay?
?
Akai Shuichi guessed Judy's concerns. He played with the matchbox in his hand and said calmly: "It's okay. Remember to treat him with bourbon and Scotch. This kid doesn't like rye."
"Oh, okay." was called while sitting in the back seat of the car.
"Child" Fujiwara Yuu stared with half-moon eyes. He folded his arms on his chest and remained silent. He always felt that he had created a perfect opportunity for the two FBIs to show off their affection in front of his eyes.