Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Remember [New] for a second,! Aside from the busy scene, Rum's office was extraordinarily quiet.

"Bnd, dgse, Mossad, FSB, raw have sent their commissioners to Washington."

Under the dim light, the man with a serious face in a suit and leather shoes bowed slightly to Rum, who was sitting on the sofa, reporting.

Rum is holding a hand-held magnifying glass in his hand, but if someone observes it carefully, they will find that the lens itself is a flat mirror and cannot perform any magnification effect. It seems that it only serves as a decoration.

"Where's mi6?" Rum asked lightly.

"Mi6 has not made any news yet, but we have released the news of Akai Wuwu. As long as that woman is still alive, she will definitely come."

"Yeah." Rum nodded in satisfaction.

This is not the first time he has used information about other people that some people value as bait. In fact, just two days ago, he just took advantage of his loyal subordinate Lai. And the result did not disappoint Rum-fbi still hasn't given up looking for Shuichi Akai, and they took action as soon as they got the news.

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, as if he had something to say or not.

Rum lifted his eyes from the book and looked at his subordinate: "Speak if you have something to say."

"Yes." The subordinate did not dare to disobey Rum's order, so he could only ask tentatively, "Are you doubting Belmod? If this matter is known to that person, I am afraid..."

All senior officials with certain authority in the organization knew that Akai Wuwu's wife, Akai Marie, was killed by Belmod. And now Rum's strategy is to use Akai Marie, which makes people think that Rum doesn't trust Belmod.

Hearing this, Rum laughed: "Is it necessary for a chess player to doubt his chess pieces? It's just that we haven't seen Mary Akai's body after all, everything is possible."

When it comes to "resurrection", no one knows better than him.

Whether Marie Akai is dead or not, we will know by watching the upcoming drama in Washington.

Most of the time, Rum shows a gentle and charitable side in front of his subordinates, but behind him...

"Yes, send him to greet the old friend of mi6. It doesn't matter if he is not as skilled as someone who is killed, just treat it as a greeting gift from me to the old friend." Rum indifferently instructed the person on the other side of the phone.

In a few words, someone's life was marked with a bright red cross.

Rum hated the person who disobeyed him the most in his life, especially if this person hadn't disobeyed his qualifications.

...

I don't know if someone did it on purpose or not, but the operational commissioners of the intelligence agencies of various countries chose to stay in the juke hotel by coincidence.

These people are more or less acquainted, and it is inevitable to exchange a few words when they meet, which makes Juke's tense atmosphere a little less, and it becomes as lively as ever.

Of course, such a lively scene has nothing to do with Asano Nobuyuki, who is still being detained in the interrogation room of the US Department of Homeland Security.

Imran Bellomo was a patient man, and despite his young age, his methods were savage.

It's just that there are too many old fried dough sticks that Nobufumi has seen, and he himself is the greasy one. For Imran Bellomo's interrogation methods, he actually handled it with ease.

After serving in the Department of Homeland Security for nearly ten years, Imran Bellomo has seen many powerful criminals, some of whom do not say a word, not even telling them their name and gender, and some who come in from the first Since minutes, he has been clamoring for his innocence and accusing the Department of Homeland Security of abusing its power, and even some people can really take advantage of the loopholes in the law to gain freedom and benefits for themselves.

But Nobunaga Asano is different from them.

He answered almost every question Imran Bellomo asked, except that his answers were always watertight, and sometimes even confounded his interrogators into his logic - one time they were interrogating The cultural differences between the East and the West, which we talked about in the room for nearly two hours, is the best example.

"Mr. Bellomo."

It was another beautiful morning. Imran Bellomo had just stepped into the outer room of the interrogation room when Nobuhan Asano's lazy voice came from the loudspeaker.

Imran Bellomo's first reaction was a frown—forgive his conditioned reflex.

But soon, an expression of shock and even horror appeared on his face.

and many more! Asano Nobunaga was in a soundproofed room with one-way glass, how did he know he was in? ?

Is it a coincidence?

Imran Bellomo was motionless with tension.

"Mr. Bellomo, what are you in a daze?" Asano Nobunaga's next sentence shattered Imran Bellomo's luck hidden in his heart.

He took a deep breath and picked up the microphone: "Asano Nobunaga, why can you see me?"

"Hey." Nobufan joked, "Don't make it sound like you're a ghost."

In the eyes of Imran Bellomo, Nobuyoshi Asano knocked on the glass window with his fingers and said casually: "This thing is one-way glass. Generally, the one-way glass used in cars adopts coating technology. To achieve the The one-way effect requires a difference in light inside and outside. But you don't seem to have so many requirements. It should be achieved through resistance wires and temperature, right?"

Imran Bellomo did not speak.

As Nobuhiro Asano, it is not surprising that he knows the equipment of the interrogation room so well.

But Nobuyuki's next sentence still surprised him——

"So I destroyed the circuit." Nobuman raised his head, his eyes looked in the direction of Imran Beromo accurately, and an inconspicuous arc was drawn around his lips.

Imran Bellomo: "..."

Don't say it so lightly! Staying in a room under 24-hour, 360-degree surveillance, when and how did Asano Nobunaga destroy the circuit? Why didn't they notice anything different? ?

"Hey, Imran." Nobufan suddenly called out Imran Bellomo's Christian name.

Imran Bellomo stepped back half a centimeter without a trace: "What's the matter?"

He had been in contact with a serial murderer who loved to eat human flesh before, and the expression on that guy's face when he faced his interrogation was exactly the same as that of Nobuyoshi Asano at this time!

Every inch of Imran Bellomo's body is ready to escape at any time. As long as Asano Nobunaga breaks through the door, he can escape danger at the fastest speed.

This is not cowardice, this is a wise move to preserve combat power.

"Imran, let's work together." Nobuba showed a bright smile at Imran Bellomo, but his future partner shivered.

"I don't think there is any need for us to cooperate." Although the alarm bell of fear in his heart has been ringing nonstop from the beginning, Imran has his own bottom line.

Nobuyoshi didn't mind at all, instead he reached out to Imran through the glass in a friendly way: "Introduce myself again, I'm Nobuyoshi Asano, a Japanese public security policeman, and I want to cooperate with you in my own name."

Imran Bellomo: "..."

what.

Does this guy think he'll believe it?

And did he think the surveillance cameras above his head were all decorations?

The next second, Imran suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and a cold touch hit his neck.

It's over, it's going to die.

This was Imran's only thought.

No way, his combat power is indeed very poor, after all, he is not the type that is good at fighting.

"Do you believe it now?" Nobuman did not continue to exert force, but his terrifying speed and explosiveness still made Imran clearly aware of the horror of this man.

Anyone who could easily kill him here, ignoring surveillance, alarms, and security, must have a way to escape the DHS building.

But if you think that this alone can convince Imran of his so-called identity...

"What do you want me to do?" Imran asked, thinking about possible countermeasures.

"I heard that you have seized a batch of research materials of the Syndora Company, and took me to check them."

The few days of being "interrogated" here made Nobunaga discover some interesting things, such as the fact that these intelligence agencies were not as useless as Rum thought. The Department of Homeland Security once found the head of the Sindora company, but it was only because the organization's involvement prevented them from investigating further.

Nobuhan knew that Imran would grant his request—whether he believed it or not he was a police officer.

Sure enough, Imran nodded after a brief thought: "Okay."

That batch of information may not be as useful to them as the discount coupons issued by the subway fast food restaurant next door. If it is handed over to Asano Nobunaga, maybe he can get some important clues, and then restart the investigation of Sindora and the forces behind him.

Imran looked up and down at Shinfan, and frowned, "You look too conspicuous, I will definitely be found when I take you out."

Nobunaga shrugged, "That's your problem."

Imran: "..."

cooperate? It sounds so nice, but in the end, he was clearly enslaved by Asano Nobuyuki!

No matter how much resentment in his heart, Imran did this violation of the Department of Homeland Security's code of conduct at Nobunaga Asano's request.

If someone told yesterday's Imran Bellomo that he would be working with Nobunaga Asano today to help him access DHS materials, he would have beaten that person hard.

To do such a thing, even if he is later charged with treason in federal court, is entirely reasonable.

But what is outrageous is that today's Imran Bellomo actually agreed to Nobuhiro Asano's request.

Why?

Is it because this man is very dangerous?

Imran scoffed, he would not be coerced for fear of death.

"Did you not rest well last night?" Nobunaga glanced at Imran oddly.

Imran's thoughts converged from the horizon, and he said as usual: "The information is all here, you only have twenty minutes to check it."

"enough."

Nobuyuki operated the computer proficiently, looking for things related to Sawada Hiroki or Noah's Ark in those documents.

Perhaps the goddess of luck was still on his side today, and less than five minutes later, Nobuyuki had an unexpected result - a string of codes, which had a familiar name "julep".

Yes, how could he forget?

Julep is a tool used by the organization to control Noah's Ark, and the Syndora Company was originally an organization under the organization. .

Nobuman copied all the research materials related to julep.

Imran witnessed the whole process next to him, his expression became more and more weird, and in the end it seemed that it had evolved into a life without love.

A few minutes later, Nobunaga finished his work - let alone twenty minutes, he probably hadn't even used up ten minutes.

Imran sighed: "I have the illusion now that I am the criminal being interrogated, and you are the investigator of the Department of Homeland Security."

Xin Fan laughed: "I'm very glad that you can think so."

Imran: "...what are you going to do next?"

"I'm tired, go back to sleep."

Imran: "???"

I didn't take advantage of the good time, but chose to go back to sleep? Is there really no problem with this Asano Nobuyuki?

"Are you really a police officer?" Imran looked suspiciously at Nobunaga.

"Doubt now? It's too late."

Abandoning those words, Nobunaga turned and left without hesitation.

Imran watched his back and did not go back to the interrogation room with him—anyway, with Asano Nobuyuki's ability to enter and exit the uninhabited territory of the Department of Homeland Security, he could return safely without his help.

He took out his communicator and whispered, "I want to call up the global undercover list, especially the Japanese ones."

The global undercover list is all, who doesn't?

It's just that compared to Japan's list that anyone can hack and consult, the United States has stricter management of intelligence. At least he needs to go through a process to apply for it.

At noon that day, Imran was eating a sandwich bought by a colleague with a discount coupon, and received a password to view the undercover list.

He scoured the vast list of possible targets while he ate.

However, after he ate the sandwich and read the list, Imran still hadn't found any undercover agent who was the same or similar to Nobuyuki Asano.

it is as expected……

All the evidence is saying to Imran: "You have been deceived!" But Imran himself became more and more convinced that Nobuyuki Asano must be an undercover agent of the Japanese public security.

A nameless undercover... Only such a person can climb to a height that can cause serious damage to the organization?

So ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After lunch, Imran returned to the interrogation room where Nobuyuki Asano was being held.

He seemed to be taking a nap, and this time he didn't say hello as soon as Imran entered the door.

Imran didn't intend to disturb his lunch break either, so he just stood outside the one-way glass, watching the sleeping Nobuyuki Asano.

But looking at it, Imran suddenly frowned deeply.

Why is the person on the bed looking more and more strange?

Wait... Shouldn't it? !

Imran slammed into the door and lifted the quilt covering "Asano Nobuyuki".

Man, what's under the quilt isn't human at all!

Is Nobuyoshi Asano his home when the Department of Homeland Security?

No, no, he should complain about the small suitcase that Nobuyuki Asano brought. Is that thing a Doraemon's pocket, how can it be installed like this? !