I teach kendo in Tokyo

Smith was sitting on the Chinook helicopter, looking down at the plane through the two barriers of sunglasses and window glass.

From the window of the small hotel standing on the mountainside, someone stuck his head out of the window and looked at the planes in the sky.

He couldn't see clearly who the person was, but he had a feeling that it was Kiryu Kazuma.

Smith chose to join the CIA, mainly because when he was a child, he had a secondary idea of ​​"wanting to live in the dark side of the world."

Hiding in the shadows and doing unknown things seemed to the young Smith to be extremely cool.

Agent Smith, who is now thirty-five years old, has discovered that after more than ten years of hard work, he has come into contact with the real dark side of the world for the first time.

Now he didn't feel the slightest bit excited, but instead felt a little chill down his spine.

The hotel halfway up the mountain quickly disappeared from view, and the Chinook flew close to the ridgeline.

"We need to send out Chinooks to pick up people. The deviation of this parachute landing is a bit big." Li sat on the other side of the cabin, crossing his legs and looking at Smith. His voice sounded in Smith's sound-isolating headphones through the in-flight communication.

"Don't ask for so much. If you parachute from the stratosphere at such a high speed and land still intact, it will be a blessing."

Li shrugged: "This is far worse than Heinlein's "Starship Troopers"."

"Come on, orbital airborne things may be something that you and I won't even be able to see until we die."

"Don't have so little faith in human beings." Li looked at Smith, "When we were in elementary school, there wasn't even a single man-made spacecraft in the orbit of the earth. But before we graduated from elementary school, the Soviets took the one that made a beep beep sound. Things have been delivered.”

Smith smiled. He was only a little older than Li. He clearly remembered that in elementary school, his teacher solemnly played the signal tones emitted by Soviet satellites in class.

At that time, the teacher was very excited and said something to the effect of "This is an amazing progress in the history of human science and technology." As a result, he was taken away by the FBI the next day.

After all, McCarthyism was prevalent at that time, the director of the FBI was still the famous Hoover, and surveillance was pervasive.

Li continued: "Look now, the sky is full of our aircraft, and we have even gone to the moon. Heinlein's "Severe Moon" We have achieved the step of landing on the moon, and the next step is to build a colony. , half done.

"So I think Starship Troopers is not completely out of the question."

Smith was about to retort, but suddenly remembered that he had just confirmed the existence of the Freemasons - damn, since the Freemasons can really be an organization that controls the United States behind the scenes, then it seems that "Starship Paratroopers" is not so bad. possible.

Next, Smith and Li talked about something else, and the pilot's voice sounded over the internal communication: "The landing zone is right in front, and the signal smoke can already be seen."

Smith stood up, stuck his head into the cockpit, and looked forward through the cockpit glass.

The plume of yellow signal smoke lies ahead.

"Prepare to land." Smith turned back and ordered the Marines on the same plane. "After landing, immediately form a formation and drive the Japanese to clear the landing zone."

"Understood sir," the Marine sergeant major who led the team replied.

The pilot informed: "Starting landing, I'm opening the rear hatch."

As the voice fell, the nose of the plane tilted up significantly - this is a regular action for helicopters to slow down.

The rear hatch of the Chinook also opened with this movement, and the strong wind caused by the rotor immediately poured into the cabin.

The plane landed directly on the road next to the rice fields.

"Get off the plane, GOGOGO!"

Marines filed down the Chinook.

Smith followed the Marines off the plane, and then he saw a man with an obvious Western face sitting on the field ridge from a distance, holding a thick white radish in his hand and chewing it.

Two old Japanese farmers stood beside him, looking tremblingly at the sudden appearance of the American soldiers.

One of the old farmers raised his hands skillfully.

The man gnawing a carrot glanced at the people getting off the plane and said directly to Smith, who was not wearing a military uniform: "Why are you doing such a big battle? You see, you scared these two old gentlemen."

Then the carrot man turned around and said to the old man in Japanese: "Don't worry, he's here to pick me up."

The old man who didn't raise his hand pressed down the hand of his companion who was performing the "French military salute": "Look at you, you are scared, you have some ambition."

"If we don't surrender, they will use flamethrowers to burn us." After the surrendering old man finished speaking, he raised his hands again, but his hands were held on.

The carrot-gnawing man stood up: "There is no flamethrower. They are here to search and rescue the pilot. Thank you for the carrot. This carrot is so crisp."

As he spoke, the carrot man shifted the carrot to his left hand and picked up the large briefcase on the ground with his right hand.

Smith glanced at the briefcase and noticed a green "biochemical contamination" warning sign on the outer shell.

He watched with a complicated expression as the man eating carrots walked towards him carrying the box.

The man spoke: "Let me introduce myself. I am a special operator whose name I cannot tell you. You can call me Lancelot."

Smith heard Li muttering behind him: "Knight of the Round Table? Your code name is quite fashionable. In comparison, our code names are too common. Smith, Li... maybe there are a hundred thousand names in the yellow pages." Smith’s people.”

The Yellow Pages refers to the official telephone directory. The cover is yellow, hence the name. The telephone directory lists all the residential telephone numbers in the United States in alphabetical order by name.

Lancelot said: "Believe me, there are many people named Lancelot... But yes, this code name will indeed make people recognize that it is a code name at a glance. It is not important. Let's complete the task as soon as possible. Bar.

"Oh, by the way, I just told these two old men that I am a U.S. Navy pilot. There was a problem with the mechanical structure of my F14, so I parachuted out. Please give your confession together and don't let anything slip."

After saying that, Lancelot was about to get on the plane with the suitcase, but Smith stopped him: "Wait a minute, I don't know what your mission is yet. If you don't inform you of the mission content, we can't cooperate with you."

"It's a very simple little task," Lancelot grinned. "It's to put the things I dug up this time into this small box and take them away."

Smith: "That's it? Are you bluffing me? You dispatched a Blackbird and engaged in such a big battle just for this?"

Lancelot nodded: "Yes. By the way, 80% of the Soviet agents are already on the submarine. It may be the latest Akula class. Our voiceprint data is not enough to catch the whereabouts of this class." .

"Soon the agent will be launched from the torpedo tube and snorkeled to land on some remote coastline in Japan.

"You can take advantage of this kind of thing quickly."

Smith: "There's no need to parachute here. It's just a sample. We can do it too."

Lancelot laughed, and then asked: "Agent Smith, have you ever faced the KGB's ace agent?"

Smith: "I caught a lot of spies in Japan..."

"This is not the same thing. If it were left to you to transport, this sample would probably have been dropped before it was put on the plane at the Yokohama base."

"How is that possible? He's not a ninja..." Smith was speechless.

Lancelot laughed twice, went straight onto the plane, randomly chose a seat and sat down, crossed his legs, took out his toad glasses and put them on, and stopped talking.

Although Smith was not convinced, he had nothing to say.

He turned his back on the plane and watched as the Marines set up a cordon and collected parachutes and other trivial items spread out in the field.

It looks like Skunk Works engineers made a protective shell that looks like an auxiliary fuel tank for special passengers, but I don’t know exactly where this thing is stuffed in the Blackbird.

Maybe the camera compartment was removed?

Smith forced himself to think about this so as not to get angry with the guy named Lancelot.

**

He Ma has no control over what the US military is doing.

After the Chinook flew away, he fulfilled his promise and fought Mikako for dozens of rounds until he was sweaty.

After the fight, Mikako put her hand on the ground in her own style and said, "Kazuma, you are so strong, you are no match for me."

Kazuma: "Please, this is outdoors, isn't it dirty if you lie on the ground like this?"

"Anyway, I'm going to have to take a shower and change clothes when I get back later, it doesn't matter." Mikako waved her hand, "And the clothes are from the hotel, and the hotel will be responsible for washing them, so you don't have to worry at all."

"When will you look like a young girl?" Kazuma said, shaking his head, sitting on the grass next to Mikako, looking up at the blue sky.

Mikako glanced at Kazuma and suddenly said: "This time, I thought a murder case would be overwhelming, but I didn't expect that it was cholera, the Self-Defense Forces, and the US military. The battle looked bigger than last time. "

As soon as Mikako finished speaking, Seiryu's voice came from behind Kazuma: "I also had a helicopter that time, or an armed helicopter, like a Cobra."

Kazuma: "Oh, what's there to earn? Why are you so knowledgeable like Mikako?"

Mikako: "It's too much! What's wrong with me? I'm also a top student at Sophia University, and the mayor of my hometown even wrote a haiku for me! And now I also understand Western Exercise 81 and the tensions in the Falkland Islands. My That’s not a lot of knowledge, okay?”

"Yes, yes, no less, no less." He Ma said a few perfunctory words.

Mikako pouted, looking dissatisfied with this perfunctory answer.

But she was relieved immediately, lying on the ground and stretching lazily: "That's all, if you don't have knowledge, you don't have knowledge, and being heartless and silly all the time is pretty good.

“I’ll leave that kind of grand thing to you, Kazuma.

"I just need to lie down and bask in the sun after sweating like this from time to time."

Qing Liu asked abruptly: "Won't you gain weight if you do this?"

Mikako was unmoved: "That's why you have to sweat from time to time. As long as you burn off the calories, you don't have to worry about gaining weight. On the other hand, Seiruru, you should exercise less in the future and stay home more to gain some weight... …”

"I want you to take care of it!"

Based on Seiryu's vicious tone, Kazuma imagined the way Seiryu rolled his eyes when he said this.

At this time, there was another engine sound in the air, and it sounded like a helicopter again.

After hearing the sound, Kazuma immediately focused on the sound and turned his head in the direction of the sound.

His enhanced hearing immediately came into play.

The engine sound is coming this way.

Maybe it was the Chinook helicopter that left earlier.

The next moment, a twin-rotor helicopter that looked like a train car flying in the sky roared over the hotel.

The strong wind whipped up by the twin rotors whipped Kazuma's cheeks.

Different from when he just left, this time there was a bunch of stuff in a large net bag under the Chinook's "flying carriage", which looked like fragments of parachutes and unknown artifacts.

Kazuma couldn't understand what the Americans were doing anymore.

Sending out Chinooks early in the morning to lift garbage?

While thinking like this, the Chinook gently turned sideways over the fuselage and started to turn - helicopter steering always swings the fuselage like this, allowing the rotor to give a component force to the side, thereby pushing the aircraft away from its original flight path.

Because the plane was sideways, Kazuma relied on his enhanced vision to clearly see the faces behind each window on the plane.

Kazuma clearly saw that there were not only U.S. Marines with live ammunition on the plane, but also guys not wearing military uniforms, and guys wearing toad goggles and bomber jackets who looked like they were running from the set of "Top Gun."

Kazuma stared intently at the guy wearing the toad glasses.

Regardless of reason or emotion, they all told him that "that guy" was a powerful character.

After traveling for more than a year, Kazuma's criteria for judging "powerful characters" have changed dramatically.

When Kazuma first time travelled, he thought Nishikiyama Heita was a powerful character, but now he would ask Nishikiyama Heita to run errands from time to time.

For Kazuma now, a "powerful character" specifically refers to a guy like Agent Yamada.

The KGB's super soldier left a deep impression on Kazuma.

Recalling the final showdown with "Yamada", Kazuma had to pray in his heart that the one on the Chinook was not an American super soldier.

**

After the Chinook landed, Lancelot carried the large file box and went straight to the temporary laboratory tent established by the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force.

It seems that Lancelot knew which tent the collected bacterial samples were placed in early on.

While Smith was giving orders over the communication channel to give Lancelot the green light, he quickly followed Lancelot's footsteps.

Just outside the airlock door of the laboratory tent, a Japanese man in a white coat stopped Lancelot.

"Sir," the man in the white coat said quietly but firmly, "you need to be fully disinfected and wear protective clothing to enter the laboratory. You can't go in like this. Not only will it kill you, but it may also cause a plague. Further outbreaks.”

Lancelot thought for a moment, then nodded and said in Japanese: "You are right, I will change into protective clothing and disinfect the whole body right now."

The Japanese man in the white coat bowed and said, "Thank you for your understanding."

Lancelot: "You're welcome, I should do it. Where should I change my protective clothing?"

Smith, who was following behind, immediately took a step forward: "I'll just take you there. It's right next to you."

After a while, Lancelot, Smith and Lee all put on protective clothing and were doing final disinfection.

At this time, the sound of the surrounding machines was very loud, and the three of them could only communicate by shouting.

Smith shouted to Lancelot: "I actually still don't quite understand. That bacterium was developed before Japan was defeated. Its lethality is not at the same level as the biological weapons we have in the United States now. Who is worthy of being ranked among the top two in the world?" Two intelligence agencies that don’t obey anyone are catching each other and fighting each other?”

Lancelot looked at Smith with a suspicious look on his face: "It's just the KGB, is Mossad involved in this matter?"

"What? Mossad? Why did Mossad come out?" Smith looked confused and even temporarily forgot his doubts.

Lancelot asked back: "Didn't you just say that the world's top two intelligence agencies are fighting each other? Isn't that Mossad and the KGB?"

Smith: "This...could it be that in your eyes, our CIA can't even be ranked among the top two?"

"Of course we can't get in. Look at our various failures recently.

"For example, in the case of the Iranian *** not long ago, the intelligence analysis class even completely misjudged the situation. They always believed that Pahlavi would not be overthrown, but they were severely slapped in the face by reality.

"Then the hostage rescue operation in Delta also came to an end. Although the failure of Delta was mainly due to the fact that the helicopters participating in the operation were drawn from the army and navy, and there were coordination problems, many people still blamed the CIA.

"How can we be ranked among the top two?"

Smith was speechless by these words - because what Lancelot said this time was the truth. The CIA has suffered a lot of failures recently, so it spared no effort to train guerrillas in Afghanistan to impress the Soviets. medicine.

However, Smith actually did not want to discuss the CIA's ranking among other world's spy agencies.

What he wanted to ask was why the indifferent Freemason in yesterday's newsletter—perhaps some other secret society with the all-seeing eye as its symbol—would be interested in an outdated bacterial weapon. So much trouble that an escort was parachuted in.

After much deliberation, Smith still didn't understand, so he had no choice but to ask.

Lancelot sighed: "Since you want to break the casserole and ask the truth, let me give you a little hint: Have you ever thought that those bacteria have been sealed in the underground base for so long, and the things in the petri dish have already It turned into ashes with nothing left.

"Even if these bacteria are 'refrigerated', Japan's refrigeration technology during World War II was so bad that only warships like the Yamato had freezers that could make ice cream and soda. With their technology, it was impossible to make the freezers operate like that. No problems for many years.

“Besides, the base has long been out of power.

"So, the fact that those bacteria are still alive is very unusual. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Smith frowned - it seemed to make sense.

At this time, Lancelot had already put on protective clothing. He took the lead to walk under the disinfection nozzle and opened the water valve to start the external disinfection process.

After struggling for a while, Lancelot led Smith and Li into the laboratory tent.

"Let me see, the sample... is here." Lancelot said, opening the large file box in his hand.

After opening the box, Smith discovered that the box was actually a small refrigerator, probably powered by a battery.

When Lancelot opened the box, the indicator light inside the box was still red, so it probably wasn't working.

But what caught Smith's eye was the red pattern on the lining of the box - two body-eating snakes biting each other's tails, surrounding the Star of David.

This pattern looks very unscientific at first glance and is full of an occult atmosphere.

Smith raised his head suspiciously and found Lancelot looking at him with a smile.

"This is my personal preference." Lancelot smiled, "It's cool."

Smith smiled and nodded: "It's cool."