I teach kendo in Tokyo

Lancelot was joking, but the movement of his hands did not stop. He carefully put the samples and everything into the box.

After closing the box, he looked at Smith: "The first step here is completed. The next step is the key. In order to confuse the Soviets, we have to send multiple packages at the same time. The list is here."

Lancelot took out a note and handed it to Smith.

Smith took a look and saw eight ways to deliver "packages" written on it, each of which looked very professional.

"As for me," Lancelot said, "I will carry this box with great swagger and fly straight to Yokosuka on the Chinook just now."

Smith: "If you wait, a Wasp will arrive offshore and land directly on the Wasp, and then the Soviets will be beyond their reach."

Lancelot shook his head: "You are too naive. But your idea is good. I see that there is a Chinook in the temporary landing site. I will take one and go, and you will come back later when the Wasp arrives. Have that one deliver a package to the Wasp."

Smith couldn't help but said: "Are you a little too mythical KGB?"

Lancelot stared at Smith for a few seconds and suddenly asked: "Just a few months ago, there was an incident in Tokyo where a Cobra was stolen and then shot in downtown Tokyo. You should know about it, right?"

Smith frowned in dissatisfaction, because Lancelot's question sounded like a challenge to his professional ability.

Of course he knew about the cobra.

Tokyo is the headquarters of the Far East Bureau, and theoretically he should know all the troubles in Tokyo.

"It seems you know. But I bet you don't know why a Japanese library staff suddenly sneaked into the US military base and stole a helicopter that was secretly sold to Central Asia."

Smith pursed his lips. This touched a sore spot for him. Due to his confidentiality authority, he could not view this part of the content. The briefing sheet given to him was full of large sections blacked out.

Lancelot continued: "In fact, that person not only buried the activation key, but also used other tricks. He is a relatively rare type. But we estimate that there are several people who only buried the activation key. As many as ten thousand.

"People who seem to have no problems with their resumes will wake up immediately after hearing certain phrases and become loyal Soviet spies. It's like a virus in its incubation period."

Smith: "How is this possible? Even if the brainwashing and ideological stamping are real, it would still require many days in a professional institution..."

"No, no need to. You know the Black Panther Party, right?"

Smith nodded.

"No matter how hard the FBI digs, it can't find evidence that the KGB or other countries' intelligence agencies have any contact with the leader of the Black Panther Party, so it cannot charge him with treason and can only discredit his personal ethics.

"What I'm telling you is, although we didn't find evidence, we know how the KGB did it.

"We are actually doing similar things, and humans are easier to control than we think."

Smith: "Is it really okay for you to tell the secret so carelessly?"

Lancelot spread his hands: "You can report it to the top, even if you can really send the report to the big bosses behind the scenes who only have voices, they will only reply, 'We don't care.'"

"How could you not care? If what you just said is true, you have violated it..."

"Relax," Lancelot interrupted Smith, "Assuming you are a senior conspiracy theory enthusiast, do you think what I just told you is the same as the Roswell Incident, Area 51, the Bermuda Devil Triangle and the latest Which one interests you more, the moon landing hoax theory, etc.?”

Smith thought about it and found that he was much more interested in the Roswell alien incident and 51.

"Look, that's it. What I just told you is also unimaginative in the field of conspiracy theories. Using the latest results of modern psychology to control human beings sounds outrageous."

Li, who had been listening in, said at this time: "Yes. In comparison, the psychohistory proposed by Isaac Asimov in the "Foundation" series sounds cooler."

Lancelot smiled: "Tochuan, the end of the stars."

Tuchuan is the capital of the Galactic Empire in the "Foundation" series.

The popularity of science fiction novels in the United States in this era is roughly equivalent to the popularity of martial arts in China in the 1980s and 1990s and the popularity of online literature in China in the 21st century.

In this day and age, any American who has read can relate to something related to science fiction.

Li raised his eyebrows: "Actually, I prefer the "I Robot" series of Asimov's works. "Steel Cave" and "The Naked Sun" are both great. Heinlein is more exciting for space operas."

"Doesn't James Gunn's space opera deserve a name?" Lancelot said.

Smith: "Hey, we're at work, gentlemen."

"Okay, okay, let's go to work." Lancelot grabbed the handle of the box containing the samples with his left hand, took out the handcuffs with his right hand and cuffed the handle of the box to his own wrist, "Then I'll set off. Remember to follow my note. Send samples as written.”

Smith nodded.

"Don't forget the last one." After saying that, Lancelot picked up the box and turned around and left the tent.

Smith and his partner Lee looked at each other.

Li: "I think he's pretty good, but he doesn't look like an agent. And what are those things I just mentioned, latent spies who are activated when they hear certain phrases? How could such a thing exist?"

Smith shrugged: "You're just talking nonsense. It's not like I haven't met this guy who likes to talk about all kinds of conspiracy theories."

Li smiled: "Especially in the intelligence analysis class, there are a lot of these weirdos. Last time I met someone who firmly believed that the FBI killed Elvis Presley. He joined the CIA just to find the truth."

Smith was speechless: "Is it possible that he thinks that the CIA and the FBI are monitoring each other?"

Li just spread his hands.

At this time, the two of them heard a harsh buzzing sound coming from outside the tent at the same time.

It sounds like the buzzing caused by using a broadcast microphone that is not tuned properly.

Smith: "What the hell?"

Theoretically speaking, Smith has no command authority, but in fact, whatever the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force here wants to do, they must first tell him and obtain his consent.

And Smith didn't know why he turned on the radio at this time.

Li: "It sounds like the loudspeaker in the village hall, the one that plays that weird tune every evening."

Smith: "Maybe I just accidentally touched the switch? After all, it just rang once and didn't say anything..."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone pinched his throat and started speaking in a so-called broadcast voice: "Watermelon, plum, leopard..."

Smith and Lee looked at each other.

**

Lancelot, who had arrived at the temporary apron, turned to look at the nearest speaker.

"You came so quickly. Or...have you been eyeing the things here for a long time?"

While talking to himself, he looked back and glanced at the Chinook pilot in the cockpit.

The latter had just checked the instructions with his boss.

"Mr. Lancelot, we have confirmed the takeoff order. Welcome aboard."

"Yeah. Let the rotors spin quickly, quickly."

Lancelot said as he watched the pilot carefully.

——It can’t be such a coincidence that the awakened agent is the pilot, right?

Caution is the boat.

"The situation has changed now, Sergeant." Lancelot put on a serious expression, "I order you to get off your plane."

"But……"

"I can drive all types of vehicles deployed by the US military, including spacecraft, so don't worry."

The pilot was about to reply when he suddenly stopped. Apparently a new command came from the headset.

"Yes, I understand." After ending the communication, the pilot glanced at Lancelot, took off his earphones and hung them on the dashboard, then unbuckled his seat belt.

After just ten seconds, Lancelot sat on the driver's seat, opened the handcuffs that locked the box on his left hand, and locked it on the passenger seat again.

Lancelot put on the headphones that still had the body temperature of the previous pilot: "Uh... what is my radio call sign?"

"Knight 74, good morning, Hawkeye is over." It should have been the communication response from the AWACS aircraft on duty nearby.

"Knight 74, received. I'm taking off now, destination Yokosuka, over."

"Destination Yokosuka, Eagle Eye understands, over."

While Lancelot was communicating, he increased the engine output and adjusted the propeller pitch to give the Chinook the strongest take-off lift.

The ugly flying carriage slowly lifted off the ground.

Lancelot then remembered that he hadn't put on his seat belt yet.

Not a big problem.

The helicopter roared past this small hot spring street, passed the hot spring hotel halfway up the mountain, and headed straight for Tokyo.

**

On Kazuma's side, he listened to the mysterious content played on the radio, watched the Chinooks whizzing by in the sky, and frowned, trying to figure out what was going on.

First of all, this broadcast feels... a bit like the activation words of a sleeper agent. Kazuma had seen this activation method in Marvel's "Winter Soldier" comic series in his previous life, and also used it in a certain generation of "Call of Duty Black Ops". Experienced from one perspective.

Someone in the village is activating a sleeper agent?

If this is the case, it means that a Soviet agent has infiltrated the village.

Because the broadcasting system in this kind of village in the ravine is very backward, maybe it is still the old equipment before the war. There is no possibility of remote control of these things. The guy who did this kind of thing must be in the broadcasting room of the village hall now.

However, after the bacterial infection incident, the hot spring street was sealed off. Yesterday, Kazuma and Haruyu watched on the rooftop as the prefectural police were stopped by the Self-Defense Forces a few kilometers away from the hot spring street.

Even the county police couldn't get in, and even stranger outsiders couldn't get in.

Could it be that...Soviet agents had already lurked in? Now to deal with this situation, activate another sleeper agent to help?

However, wouldn't he expose himself in this way? Are you still an agent after all?

Unless he is absolutely sure that he will not be discovered.

--How can this be?

**

Smith led the way into the studio.

His partner Li followed closely behind him, and the two had a standard indoor combat time difference.

But the studio was empty.

Li kicked open the utility room attached to the broadcast studio and quickly searched it: "No one is there."

Smith pressed the stop button on the broadcast console and ejected the tape: "What is playing is a recording."

He turned around: "Call everyone who showed up at the village hall today! Gather them in the big conference room."

"Let's do it now." Li replied simply.

A few minutes later, a total of fifteen people, including staff from the Hot Spring Street Tourism Promotion Association and village office staff, were gathered in the large conference room.

"Is everything here?" Smith asked.

Li: "There is also an old lady who is the mother of Eita Mukai, the village chief and president of the Tourism Promotion Association. The old lady has been taking care of her son in the village office these two days. You have seen her too."

Smith nodded: "Well, let's not wait any longer. Let's start first. Each of you report where you were just now and who can testify for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hurried call came from Smith's earphone: "Emergency call, Hawkeye's radar has lost Knight 74, repeat, Hawkeye's radar has lost Knight 74, the final coordinates are as follows..."

Smith was speechless: "Thank you for your generous gift."

Suddenly, he was excited.

"Li! Go find that old lady!"

Li was still a little confused: "Which old lady?"

"That old lady named Mukai!"

**

Lancelot pushed away the heavy debris pressing on himself and touched the hole in his forehead.

The bullet was probably stuck in his skull, and this time he completely saved his life.

His head felt like he hadn't slept for a month, and he was in constant pain like a convulsion.

Lancelot pulled out a small first aid box from the wreckage of the plane, pulled out the squeeze morphine syringe, bit off the cap, and was about to inject it when he suddenly remembered that he had not been taught where to insert the morphine when he was shot in the head.

After all, if you are shot in the head, you will usually die. There is no need to use morphine, so it is not taught in the training.

After thinking about it, Lancelot put morphine on his left shoulder - this was the way to deal with injuries to the left side of the body.

It should be a psychological effect. After the morphine injection, Lancelot immediately felt that the pain subsided.

"I didn't expect to be tricked by an old woman." He muttered.

Of course, Lancelot was on guard against enemies taking advantage of the chaos to sneak into the Chinook. He himself liked to do such things, so there was no reason why he shouldn't guard against others doing the same.

But when he saw that his opponent was an old woman, he was stunned for a moment, and was hit in the head.

In a duel like this, a moment of confusion can determine the winner.

It's a pity that the other side saw that he was shot in the head and didn't come to replace the shot. Otherwise, Agent Lancelot's glorious life would have come to an end here.

The morphine started to take effect and the pain really started to subside.

Lancelot decided to have a cigarette to calm down his panic, and if possible, open a bottle of beer to celebrate the failure of his first mission in ten years.

It took him a long time to find a completely flattened cigarette, hold it in his mouth, and then find a match - since his ZIPO lighter leaked oil during the shootout and was ignited again, burning off his beard. , he used matches just like those veteran agents.

Just as I was lighting up my cigarette, a large piece of the burning helicopter wreckage not far away suddenly fell off, making a loud noise.

Lancelot was startled, stared at the wreckage of the helicopter for several seconds, and decided to run away.

**

A roadside station three kilometers from the crash site.

There are many such stations in Japan for remote villages, standing alone in the deserted wilderness, and there may be two trains passing by in the morning and evening in a day.

For the convenience of people waiting for trains, this kind of station is often equipped with a small lounge and a coin-operated public phone. If it is close to a big city such as Tokyo, it may also be equipped with unmanned vending machines.

Old Mrs. Mukai dragged the man waiting for the train she had just killed into the shadow of the hut and put on that man's clothes.

Then he lightly wiped his face, and his face changed, and he looked exactly like the unlucky guy who had just died.

He took coins from his wallet and threw them into the pay phone, then dialed the number he remembered.

"Hey, it's me." After the call was connected, he said in the voice of an old lady, "I recovered the goods. No one informed me that the woman next to Kiryu Kazuma was really Tamamo Mae. Yesterday I thought she was paying attention It’s not on me, so I didn’t see through my disguise, but the Americans sent people to pick up the goods today, and I feel like I’ve been exposed.”

While speaking, he glanced at the box with the biochemical pollution mark. To be honest, it would be too inconvenient to run away with this box, unless a car came to pick it up.

If the extracted memory is correct, the car problem should be solved immediately.

"I'm going to continue my escape. I'll contact you again when it's safe. That's over." After saying that, he hung up the phone and let out a long sigh.

He had never been so embarrassed before when he was caught by Van Helsing one hundred and twenty years ago.

Mysterious decline and all, it's so annoying that a dignified vampire is reduced to working for the Soviets.

But thanks to a mysterious decline, he gained the power to walk under the sun and was no longer afraid of flowing water.

He quite likes sunbathing.

But thanks for the garlic and the cross.

Just as I was thinking about it, the outline of a bus appeared at the end of my field of vision.

Based on the memory he had extracted when he sucked blood, he knew that was the bus he was waiting for.

After three years of being an old woman, it's time to enjoy life.

He threw a coat over the looted box, blocking the green sign of biochemical contamination.

Three years ago, the KGB did not know where it got information, saying that there was a secret research base in old Japan near the Meiquan Shrine, so he sent him, who was good at extracting memories and impersonating others, to investigate.

When he arrived at the hot spring street, he could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with Eita Mukai, and he speculated that he was possessed by some residual obsession.

Unexpectedly, after he reported it to the superior, the order he received was to act as Mukai Eita's mother and observe Mukai Eita's actions.

Those human professors seemed to be very interested in the phenomenon that even after death, some of the will left behind could influence the living.

As for biological weapons, that's just incidental.

In fact, Lubyanka never asked him to get even a single sample of biological weapons to send to Moscow in the past three years.

If it hadn't been for this incident, perhaps Lubyanka's senior intelligence officers would not have even thought of there being a biological weapon.

In any case, after staying away from the demon fox who may still have relatively powerful power, the biological weapons sample has been secured, and an American agent has been killed, I can probably apply for a few months' leave to go to the Black Sea beach this time.

The bus arrived.

As long as Kiryu and Ma don't cause any trouble suddenly, this matter will end smoothly.

He recalled the scene when he saw Kiryu Kazuma yesterday.

Although that guy is still a teenager, he already exudes an aura similar to Van Helsing.

The American agent seems stronger now, but in time he will definitely not be a match for Kiryu Kazuma.

Ever since he was beaten by Van Helsing and escaped from the British Isles in embarrassment, he has lamented more than once that humans are such a terrible race.

To vampires one or two thousand years ago, they were just existences like bread, but now they have become the masters of this world.

His sigh was interrupted by the bus horn.

"Are you going to get on or not?" The bus driver frowned and looked at him.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." He hurriedly got on the bus.

After a hydraulic closing sound, the bus's engine roared and took him away.

Almost at the same time, the sound of a helicopter engine came from far away.