Chapter 71 Karasawa: I’m dead, I’m really dead
Kazami Yuya held up a telescope and stood on the floor looking at the street corner from afar.
More than half an hour has passed since the end of school time at Didan High School, and Tangze has not yet appeared, which makes him a little anxious.
"It's okay, Feng Jian." Seeing him staring with the binoculars again, a colleague from Group Zero standing behind him patted his shoulder soothingly, "Tang Zezhao sometimes lets go of learning. Go around Shibuya twice, it doesn’t matter if it’s a little late.”
“Well…” Kazami Yuya put down the telescope on the lens, revealing a pair of black and blue eyes, trying his best to ignore the strong bubbles in the room. Noodle smell.
Mr. Fukitani was away, and he was solely responsible for the entire deployment. He was not confident that he could target Tang Zezhao, so he simply rented an apartment not far from the Polo Cafe. Several people took turns to monitor him 48 hours a day. God knows what he was doing these two days. How it went.
"Keep on holding on, and it will be over soon." The colleague who patted his shoulder comforted him.
Feng Jian Yuya pressed his throbbing temples, but still said to the surveillance team uneasily: "It's the last day, don't relax."
Several people agreed in unison, and there was another wave in the room. When everything was quiet again, Feng Jian Yuya took a deep breath, made a rotation gesture, and stood up from the window: "I'm going to sleep for an hour, and I'll change someone."
Waiting for him to walk to the sofa where he was taking a break , the surveillance team suddenly made some movement.
"The target appears."
"The target appears."
Feng Jian Yuya stumbled and straightened up strongly. He took a deep breath.
This guy Karasawa may have been born to defeat him.
He felt bleak inside, but he still calmly raised the walkie-talkie on his chest: "Group 2, the target has arrived at the designated location, prepare for action."
After saying that, he opened the tight door himself, took a breath of fresh air in the corridor, and walked towards the roof.
"Help -" a scream came from the rooftop. Pedestrians walking on the street stopped and looked up, and saw a woman wearing the uniform of Didan High School leaning out from the balcony on the roof of the apartment building. He stood up and shouted loudly.
Some people nervously whispered to each other, and some pretended not to notice and kept walking with their heads lowered. Tangze, who walked to the door of the cafe, also raised his head and looked at the women on the balcony.
After another desperate and short scream, the woman on the balcony retreated into the house as if being dragged by something.
Yes, that’s it!
Seeing this scene, Feng Jian Yuya clenched his fist excitedly.
With the style that Tang Ze has always shown, he will definitely rush up, and then——
Tang Ze stood downstairs and looked up for a few seconds, then silently took out his mobile phone.
He put the phone to his ear and said something, then he turned away and walked into the Polo Cafe.
Kazemi Yuya: "?!"
One hour later.
"Thank you very much for your help." With a smile on his face and a desolate heart, Yuya Kazami held the hand of the young man in front of him.
"You're welcome. It is also the duty of citizens to assist the police." The chestnut-haired high school student smiled brightly, which attracted several girls outside the isolation line to take out their mobile phones and take pictures.
“This is the high school detective who has been reported a lot recently, Akechi, Goro? Is that his name?”
“It’s very similar to your father’s name! It sounds like a A great detective.”
"That's it..."
"No matter how much it is, wow, it's so eye-catching to take pictures..."
Hearing the enthusiastic praise from the people nearby, Feng Jian Yuya turned around and saw His colleagues, who were disguised as high school girls and gangsters, were put into the police car together, with tears in their eyes.
“A situation disguised as a case like this may be a prank at best... But based on my experience abroad, there have been vicious incidents in which this method was used to trap and kill passers-by and even police officers.” Goro Akechi looked serious and said seriously, "Don't take this police officer lightly."
"Sir, the police station said that someone called the police and reported witnessing a security incident that was suspected of being a prank..." Like It was intentional. Just as Goro Akechi was explaining this, a small policeman walked up to Yuya Kazami and reported in a low voice.
Kazami Yuya: "..."
So Karasawa was calling the police just now, right? The reason why he didn't come up was because he found something wrong with this matter, right?
No need, it’s really not necessary to be so sensitive! Did Mr. Furitani say something to him before he left that caused him to suddenly act cautiously?
Have you conveyed what you should convey well, Mr. Furitani! Don't cheat your subordinates who work overtime like this!
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Of course Toru Amuro, who was more than a hundred kilometers away, could not hear the inner cries of his subordinates.
He was speeding on the winding curves of Akina Mountain, his eyes fixed on the vehicle in front of him.
He turned the steering wheel widely, twisting the car body against the drainage ditch, and once again shortened the distance from the vehicle in front of him at the turn.
“Bang!”
Suddenly, the sound of a sniper rifle was heard, and the force of the sudden loss of balance pulled him outward. He cursed twice and had to hold on to the steering wheel to hold on to the vehicle that was starting to lose control. He braked reluctantly.
The scenery outside the car window rotated rapidly, drawing a long line of white smoke on the mountain road. After the car body deflected a full 360 degrees, it stopped dangerously at the edge of the road.
Amuro Toru looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the black vehicle he was chasing had completely disappeared from his sight. He reluctantly hammered the steering wheel and made a loud whistle.
“Lost you?” Gin asked stiffly through the headset.
"The front wheel was hit by a sniper, it was Shuichi Akai." Toru Amuro replied gloomily.
"I told you not to chase." A lazy female voice intervened in the conversation between the two of them, and the clicking sound of a lighter could be heard vaguely. "We can't find Shuichi Akai. What's the use of chasing a few FBIs? He has snipers." Cover, there is nothing you can do."
Amuro let out a "tsk" sound, tapping her fingers on the heated leather surface irritably.
"Don't gloat about others' misfortune, Belmod." Gin said coldly, "It's you who traced Karasawa Ikawa's network of connections in the organization. It's your responsibility to miss him."< br>
“I haven’t missed anyone.” Belmode seemed to puff out smoke into the microphone, and the blowing sound tickled the ears of several people in the channel, “I have put him on The list was submitted. It was you who insisted on participating in the mission. Without this list, Rum was not there to find out the details for you, and you would be on the prison car heading to the United States now."
He. Was it because of the rum exposure?
Belmode is tracking down the Karasawa couple... Is Shuichi Akai related to them?
Amuro Toru's fingers were still tapping the steering wheel as if unhappy, and his mind was rapidly analyzing their conversation.
"Get in the car." Gin's cold voice sounded. Toru Amuro turned around and saw a black Porsche parked nearby. Gin, smoking a cigarette, glanced over from the passenger seat.
He got out of the car, walked around to the right front wheel, took a look, kicked the smoking tire, and then got into the back seat of the Porsche.
"Chianti, have you found the sniper?" After picking up Toru Amuro, the vehicle started again, and Gin asked again.
"Damn, he seemed to have fired from a helicopter!" A thin female voice shouted in the wind, "Why do they have helicopters?!"
Belmode smiled sarcastically: "Oh, FBI ..."
Toru Amuro leaned on the back seat of the vehicle with his arms folded, looking at the scenery outside the window, frowning deeply, and also muttered: "Tsk, FBI..."
Gin took a deep drag on the cigarette, and a cloud of smoke floated out of the window. He seemed to be trying to control his anger, and his voice was dull: "Collect the team first, it may be an armed helicopter from the US military base, and then chase the scene. If it's too big, it will attract attention."
"Hmph..." Belmode made two nasal noises with no meaning, which was full of ridicule.
Toru Amuro turned his head and, seeing that he was sitting on the gin cart, did not laugh. He just said: "Send me to Ota City. My things and the cart are still there."
Qin Jiu was always impatient with his fellow mystics, so he said: "If you had taken less time on the road, that rat would have been dead."
Toru Amuro snorted even more mockingly: "Yes. Who was tricked by the rats, causing the boss to call us for help? "
"Gin, if you don't like us, don't use the information we gave you." Said in a teasing tone.
"Didi——" Gin immediately hung up the communication, pulled off the earphones and threw them away.
He bit the cigarette holder, took a deep breath, and then took another deep breath. He resisted the urge to take out the Beretta and shoot off the strange black skin on the back. He waved his hand to the vodka and said, "Go to Ota City."
In Amid the friendly exchanges of insults between several Codename members, the hunt for Shuichi Akai officially failed.
More to come——
(End of this chapter)