Tashiro Makoto, an elite ninja of the Hand, had the same status within the organization as Comrade Nobu Yoshioka, who unfortunately died, and was favored by several of the "fingers" of the Hand.
But now, his superiors have given him an unprecedentedly easy task - to track down a newspaper owner.
To be honest, when Tashiro received this mission, he really didn't understand the significance of the mission at all. As an elite among the elite, most of the missions he took on in the past were assassinations with a narrow escape and some missions that were impossible to complete according to common sense.
But today, he actually had to stare at the old salted fish from behind for the whole time. At first glance, his whole body was full of flaws, and when he looked at it again, his whole body was still full of flaws. Thinking about it, he felt that his price had dropped.
Tashiro Makoto would never dare to neglect the orders given by his boss, but this kind of task really made him unmotivated. He was walking on the street with a disguised briefcase in his hand and on the bridge of his nose.
He was also wearing a pair of glasses, hanging behind Richard from a distance of more than 20 meters. It really felt like this mission was like a vacation. He could keep up with such a small character all day long without being noticed at all.
.....
...Uh, wait a minute, why did he look back?
With his rich experience and superb skills as a veteran ninja, Tashiro's intuition quickly told him that things were not going well. He pretended to turn around and leave as if nothing had happened. However, he turned two or three turns and realized that something was wrong.
Chad was still following him, and wherever he turned, Richard followed him, like a piece of dog-skin plaster that he couldn't get rid of...
If someone had told him that this was just a coincidence, Tashiro would have slapped that guy in the face. He knew with his feet that his whereabouts must have been exposed. Otherwise, how could this guy have been so clever to bite him all the time?
It's just that Tashiro really couldn't understand how he was exposed? As the top ninja of the Hand, as long as he disguised himself well, he would never be exposed even if he sneaked into some CIA headquarters. However, the other party saw through him as soon as he left the house.
Why?
But he was not panicked. After all, he, Tashiro Makoto, was also a senior ninja of the Hand, and he was very skilled in tracking and anti-tracking skills. He shuttled back and forth among the crowd, cleverly using a series of detailed operations such as visual impairment and blind spots in the field of vision.
After turning four or five corners, I turned back and the other party finally stopped following me.
Tashiro laughed. You don't know your own abilities and you still want to follow me? You're thinking too much.
Then suddenly, as if he was struck by lightning, his smile froze instantly.
Wait, did I just... get rid of the tracking target???
...
Midtown Circle Financial Building, Hand Club Headquarters.
"Oh?" Alexandra, the leader of the Hand, showed a slightly surprised expression, "A person like you can actually be dumped, so he is really not an ordinary person?"
"Uh...no." Tashiro Zhen lowered his head with a pained face, "I got rid of him..."
Alexandra: “???”
Tashiro Zhen reluctantly explained the ins and outs of the matter, and finally expressed that he was willing to accept any punishment. There was no way, as an elite who was highly regarded by the fingers, he actually made such a low-level mistake, and even he felt that it was unforgivable.
Then he added: "However, a woman approached him recently."
"who?"
"Erica Nakis." Tashiro Makoto said, "She is suspected to be a warrior of the Shinsumi Kai."
Now things are getting a bit serious. The Zhenshun Society calls itself the rival of the Hand, but the Hand has never felt that way. In their view, they are just a bunch of noobs who fight together and clamor for destruction all day long.
An organization that is more than a hundred times larger than them, let alone an enemy, is not even a threat.
But if there is really a big backer behind this Richard Lee, and the Zhenshun Association is even on the line with him, then the situation will be quite unfavorable for the opponent association.
Alexandra thought for a moment, but did not punish him. She just waved her hand: "No need to follow him. You can go and bring a message to Mr. Li. Just tell him that our Hand Club hopes to sit down and have a good talk with that gentleman.
.”
"Yes." The ninja nodded, retreated into the shadows and left.
At this time, Murakami, who had been silent next to him, spoke up: "Do you think it's confirmed? Richard Lee, he is the person over there?"
"We can't be sure. But since the Zhenzhen Society has already taken action, we can't just sit back and watch any longer." Alexandra said, "Let's just treat it as a test. If he is really the Shaflin man, then it's just right.
We can talk. And if not..."
She paused, narrowed her eyes, and there was a fierce look in her eyes.
"...We will kill him."
It is better to kill by mistake than to miss him. Since it is suspected that Richard is related to the Zhenshun Society, the Hand Society will definitely not let it go.
The other two leaders also had no objections to this decision. Suowanda leaned back in his chair, glanced at an empty seat at the table inadvertently, and couldn't help but frown: "The Botu still hasn't come?"
"He said he had his own business to attend to," Alexandra said. "He said it was important."
"It seems like I haven't seen him for a long time." Murakami frowned, "Now that Mrs. Gao has passed away, there are only four of us left. We should trust each other even more. I don't think there is anything important about him.
It should have been hidden from us."
Alexandra nodded: "I will inform the disciple."
...
That night, when Tashiro arrived at Richard's residence, a torrential rain had begun to fall in the sky. The water crashed on the house and the ground like a bursting dam, with water droplets splashing and water rushing along the glass.
The ground flows like a transparent waterfall hanging from the eaves.
The raindrops turned into a vast expanse of white, and the ninja in red braved the heavy rain, grabbed a rope, and hung on the outer wall of the building to climb up, just like an extreme climber.
Alexandra gave the order, and Tashiro Makoto immediately ran over to deliver a message to Richard. However, as we all know, ninjas cannot walk in directly. Imagine a ninja covering his face and carrying a sword standing still.
Ring the doorbell at the door and ask politely: Brother, are you there? If you are, our boss would like to invite you to have some tea and chat. If you are not, I will ask again later...
When a ninja comes out, it's important to have a certain momentum, and you have to get the first impression. If you lose momentum just after you show up, how can you talk about it later?
So this hard-working ninja comrade braved the heavy rain and biting cold wind, holding a rope and crawling on the outer wall. It can be said that he spent his life just to pretend to be this cool...
.
As we all know, the specialty of ninjas is to be able to "endure". Wind, rain, etc. are nothing to a top-notch ninja like him. He just wants to sneeze a little bit.
After finally climbing only two or three floors, Comrade Ninja paused and took a breath. Then he looked up and found a little blond girl at the target window looking at him with big eyes and tilted her head.
It's like asking, brother, can you still crawl? Do you need me to give you a hand?
Tashiro Makoto: "..."
So should I continue climbing the remaining three floors, or should I not climb them?