Zongman: I became the Prime Minister in the world of science

In a taxi to England’s Heathrow International Airport, Toru Fujiwara sat in the back seat, opened the brown paper bag in his hand, took out a thick stack of documents, and looked through them carefully.

It recorded all the detailed information about Akai Mari, from her birth to her disappearance.

With this information, we can thoroughly understand Akai Mari’s life and her many behavioral habits.

In the file bag, there are clear photos of Akai Mari from the front, back, and side.

“She doesn’t look like an elderly person at all.”

Toru Fujiwara muttered.

In terms of age, Akai Mari should be about the same age as Belmore.

But even though she is old, judging from the photos taken in the past year, she is still well-maintained, like a mature woman in her early thirties.

But now that she has been drugged, Akai Mari should be considered an elementary school student or a junior high school student.

Putting the photos and documents back into the file bag, Toru Fujiwara also arrived at the airport. After paying the driver pounds, he quickly got out of the car and entered the airport.

Heathrow International Airport is similar to airports in most parts of the world. The venue is bright, but lacks some fashion sense.

After getting the boarding pass, Toru Fujiwara did not go to the VIP lounge to rest, but went to the boarding gate.

Passing by an airport cafe, Toru Fujiwara thought about it and prepared to buy a cup of coffee first.

At this moment, someone suddenly bumped into him from behind.

The person who bumped into him was petite and soft, and his strength was very weak.

Therefore, Toru Fujiwara stood straight in place, and the person who bumped into him instead said”ouch” and fell to the ground.

Judging from the voice behind him, it should be an elderly A young girl.

But Toru Fujiwara was awed in his heart, and his hand subconsciously reached for his waist.

Oh, he didn’t have a gun now.

But it didn’t matter, with his current karate skills, he was invincible in close combat.

As an agent, this was also an occupational disease for Toru Fujiwara.

He would be extremely alert to any coincidence, just like if someone suddenly bumped into him, maybe some organization was targeting him and was preparing to attack him, or steal important items from him.

Toru Fujiwara quickly searched his body, but nothing was missing. The file bag in his hand was intact.

He then looked at the person who bumped into him.

It was a girl with long pink hair. She was wearing a British-style plaid shirt and pleated skirt, looking fresh and fashionable. She was pushing a small suitcase that could be taken on the plane.

The girl had fair skin, a delicate and small face, and was full of youthful rhythm. She rubbed her little butt where she fell to the ground and gasped.

However, after seeing Fujiwara Toru turned around, she quickly stood up, bowed and said,”Sorry, I……”

Listening to the other party’s incoherent English and thick Japanese accent, Fujiwara Toru, who was wearing sunglasses, raised his eyebrows. He quickly looked at the other party, especially at the other party’s hands. He didn’t often hold a gun, and he was not a specially trained pickpocket.

It seemed that he really bumped into him accidentally.

At this time, Fujiwara Toru’s vigilance was reduced.

He looked at the nervous expression of the girl in front of him who was fumbling for words to apologize, and smiled and said,”Relax, relax.”

The pink-haired girl heard the familiar language, she was surprised, and said excitedly:”Are you Japanese?”

“I guess so.”

Fujiwara Toru said ambiguously.

He is a Chinese in his heart, and as for his current identity, he can be said to have no nationality.

As a top CIA agent, his shield can fill a drawer, and he can be any country he wants.

Fujiwara Toru’s answer was a bit strange, but the girl didn’t care, and bowed again to apologize:

“” I’m sorry. I was thinking about something just now and didn’t notice there was someone standing in front of me. I’m so sorry for bumping into you!”

Looking at the girl in front of him bowing 90 degrees and becoming an apologetic immortal, Fujiwara Toru smiled and said,”It’s okay. I have a problem too. I shouldn’t have stood there blocking people’s way.”

“No, no, no, it’s my fault. I didn’t look at the road.”

Seeing that she couldn’t stop apologizing like this, Fujiwara Toru interrupted her and said,”Then answer me a question and I will accept your apology.”

“Please ask.”

The girl was a little nervous and subconsciously tightened the lever in her hand. Could it be that she had met a weirdo?

“What flavor of coffee do you like? Latte, mocha, cappuccino, Americano?”

The pink-haired girl blinked her bright light gray eyes, a little curious about Fujiwara Toru’s question, but still answered:”Mocha, I prefer it relatively.……”

Fujiwara Toru nodded, ignored her, and went into a nearby coffee shop.

The girl was a little confused. She muttered a few words, shook her head, and pushed her suitcase towards the boarding gate.

Chihaya Aine felt very unfortunate.