Great Swordsman Ke Xue

United States Washington.

Twelve o'clock in the morning.

Thick clouds covered the night, and the sky seemed to be slowly sinking and collapsing. Purple-blue electric lights appeared and disappeared, and the air was stagnant and depressing, making people breathless.

The brief calm before the storm.

The University of Washington is a public university with a century-old history that has trained countless outstanding talents in the United States.

In the Academic Affairs Building of the Law School, the maroon walls seem to be filled with the atmosphere of history. At this time, the lights in several rooms are still on.

Sean Smith is a veteran law professor who is 62 years old this year.

He has an in-depth understanding of the laws of many countries and has a high reputation. In addition, he is not interested in or even hates politics. Therefore, compared to many American professors, he is very popular overseas. .

Therefore, he often takes the initiative or is invited to go to universities around the world to give lectures, or he will conduct legal analysis and research based on local conditions.

Seems like a pure law professor.

At this time, he was in his office, packing his things and getting ready to go home.

After taking a look at the sky outside the window, the old professor took a black long-handled umbrella from behind the door and put an extra coat on his arm.

He turned off the light, walked out of the office, and turned around to lock the door.

But carrying my own bag, umbrella, and clothes under my arm, my movements were naturally a little slow.

"Click——"

In the quiet and somewhat dark corridor, a crisp sound suddenly sounded, and the old professor was paused as he took the key to lock the door.

It was the sound of pulling the safety of a pistol, which was somewhat similar to the sound of locking a door, but Sean had listened to the two sounds for decades, enough for him to distinguish them very clearly.

"who?"

There was no answer, and with a "piu——" sound, a gunshot with a silencer rang out.

Sean Smith fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his temple, but until his death, he did not know who killed him.

There was a roar, thunder rolled, a heavy rain was coming, lightning cut through the night, and within a few minutes, the water on the ground was already gurgling into a stream.

Urged by the storm, the god of death in the night speeded up the swing of his scythe.

Almost at the same time, in some high-end office buildings, in some suburban residential areas, or in the bar streets where music and dancing are performed at night, one after another, well-dressed men and women who are sleeping and having fun with the people are pouring out. Got off.

He fell in an unknown corner, on this rainy night.

And this kind of situation does not only happen in Washington, but the most turbulent climax must be Washington.

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New York, USA.

At four o'clock in the morning, although the sky was hazy and white, it was still night overall.

For most Americans, it's still far from work time.

If someone asked them to get up and go to work at this point, they would kick that person's ass with the toes of their leather shoes and take him to court - he violated my labor rights!

On the thirteenth floor of the FBI's New York branch building, in a separate office, two men with a clear age gap sat across from each other behind a white desk.

The old white man in a turquoise suit, his cloudy pupils under his glasses flashed occasionally, his hands crossed on the table, his expression deep and wise.

Opposite him, on the chair, was a young man in ordinary casual clothes, wearing a knitted hat and an East Asian face, smoking a cigarette. A faint smoke lingered around him and gradually filled the entire office.

"Are you sure it's them?"

After a long time, Akai Shuichi spoke calmly.

James Blake, the old white man wearing glasses, slowly shook his head when he heard this.

"No, it's just a guess on my part."

"According to the information sent by the headquarters, I noticed that among the agents who died in the line of duty last night, a considerable number of them had visited Japan in their foreign affairs records."

"Is that all there is to it? Phew——."

Shuichi Akai blew out a puff of smoke, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and extinguished it, his eyes remained calm.

"As far as I know, they haven't done anything of this magnitude before, especially in the United States."

"Maybe, so it's just a guess on my part."

James nodded and responded vaguely.

He has already submitted this speculation to his superiors. No matter whether it is possible or not, it is still useful news for the currently shaken and chaotic FBI.

"So, do you plan to let me investigate this matter?"

Akai Shuichi frowned slightly, as if he might be a little resistant to this. He didn't really like to participate in this kind of thing, something that had nothing to do with the organization.

There are too many whirlpools in the United States. Once trapped, it will be difficult to escape in a short time.

Although he has the right to refuse, if a senior FBI official named him and didn't go, there would still be some trouble.

However, what surprised Akai Shuichi was that James shook his head calmly and denied this very possibility.

"Besides this emergency, I have one more thing to tell you."

Akai Shuichi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had a vague premonition.

"News came back from Japan that Miyano Akemi has been confirmed dead."

"Also, there is her sister."

James expounded one cold message after another in an extremely slow speaking speed.

In the office, there was a silence that lasted longer than before.

Shuichi Akai took out a cigarette and lit it again. The sound of activating the lighter could be clearly heard in the room. His expression showed no change, neither sad nor happy, but still calm and deep.

As the bright orange flame of the cigarette flickered, James slowly reached out and took something from under the table, then slowly put it on the table and pushed it in front of Akai Shuichi's eyes.

A passport.

Except the photo is of him, everything else is not him.

"be safe."

"learn."

Akai Shuichi put away his passport and stood up to leave, but when he walked to the door, James's voice rang again.

"Judy's side."

".We are just colleagues now."

Akai Shuichi left, and James sighed slightly.

He knew that for a long period of time, perhaps, the living could not defeat the dead.

He couldn't comment on what happened between Akai and Judy, but he just felt a little regretful.

"Shuichi!"

At the elevator entrance, the elevator door opened, and five or six people with serious faces poured out. New York was not immune last night, but the situation was far less serious than at the headquarters.

The man and woman walking at the end happened to meet Shuichi Akai, who was about to take the elevator downstairs.

Judy is a white girl with short blond hair. She has a beautiful figure and a face shape that combines different aesthetics of the East and the West.

"Ah, Judy, Carmel, are you here for that too?"

Akai Shuichi smiled and greeted him as usual, even more 'gently'.

Judy, who was still a little flustered, immediately calmed down, reached out and brushed her hair around her ears, and tried her best to put on a pretty smile, even though she felt that the situation was extremely tense at the moment.

"Shuichi, you——"

"I have received the mission from above."

Akai Shuichi didn't say much. Judy nodded silently after hearing this. She wanted to say something, but she knew that this man didn't need her to say anything. Now, she still can't tell what attitude she should take. face.

After nodding with Kamel, Akai Shuichi got into the elevator and left as the two watched him off.

It keeps raining, I keep asking for tickets, I am humble.