Chapter 1258 The Storm Is Coming
Do you have to do this? Do you have to let your sister die? !
Ariane clenched her fists tightly, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Can being an undercover agent allow him to commit murder without restraint? Even if you know the opponent's identity, you can kill him without mercy. It turns out that this is an undercover agent, this is the so-called comrade-in-arms!
Ariane is not stupid. He knows that James Blake's sudden call to him, prompting him to return to the Maori Detective Agency and prompting him to investigate Asano Nobushige, must have another purpose. He has just been troubled by hatred for too long, and his obsession has become too deep.
Even though he knew that James Blake was using him, Ariane was still willing to be fooled, and he was willing to become James Blake's pawn. As long as he can avenge his sister, he is even willing to give up his own life.
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"See you in Lufeng's music classroom in half an hour. I'll wait for you."
After finishing the call with Akai Shuichi, Nobushige suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.
He took a look at today's temperature. It was around thirty degrees, not too low.
Could it be that I have a cold?
There is no need to worry about FBI agent Shuichi Akai's sense of time. He stepped into Lu Feng's music classroom at the right time. Because Nobushige came to see him alone for something, there were only two of them in the music classroom at the moment, and Azusa Enomoto and Toru Amuro were nowhere to be seen.
"What's the matter?" Akai Shuichi asked with a precious word.
He didn't seem to plan to stay here any longer, not even thinking about sitting down.
Nobushige sincerely lamented that Rai who was still in amnesia was more interesting, and then made a gesture of invitation to Shuichi Akai: "I want to talk to you about the rum research project."
Akai Shuichi seemed to have already anticipated the content of today's conversation. He took out the folder tucked under his arm, placed it on the table, and pushed it to Nobushige.
"This is?"
"A list of researchers that Rum has come into contact with over the years and what they were doing before joining the organization."
Akai Shuichi also thoughtfully classified these people, and it was clear at a glance which people Rum favored at which stage.
Nobushige had long known that Rum had never given up research on the Immortal Stone or the technology mastered by Dr. Agasa, but he did not expect that Rum would invest so much in research.
"That's right." Shuichi Akai opened the list and pointed to the last page. "This is the financial expenditure of the organization, the part that Rum is responsible for. I have also obtained the specific account book. I will send it to you if needed."
Xinfan nodded: "Send it to me as soon as possible."
Needless to say, the amount of money and manpower Rum invested in research has simply reached a terrifying level.
Combining the organization's expenditures seventeen years ago, it can be found that the price paid by Rum is far higher than that of Dr. Ali.
This is probably the value of an outstanding scientist.
But in any case, Nobutushige does not believe that Rum spent so much money without any results. He even had to consider the possibility that Rum had mastered the technology of the Immortal Stone.
Think of Takeshi Tani and Glenfiddich. If Nobushige's guess is true, I'm afraid Rum has mastered the technology of mind transfer.
Nobuhiro felt his body getting cold.
The more he came into contact with the truth, the more horrified he was at what kind of behemoth he was facing.
Nobushige and Akai Shuichi discussed the next plan for a few minutes. Akai Shuichi still had a mission and could not stay here for too long. Nobushige personally sent him out, talking about Rum's ambitions on the way.
The streets are warm and hot in summer, the afternoon sun shines on the treetops, and pedestrians rush by. Everything is quiet.
However, Xinfan felt that a storm was about to come.
"Be careful." Nobumangi warned softly.
Akai Shuichi nodded seriously to him, turned around and got in the car.
That word of caution was not just for Akai Shuichi, it was also Nobushige's warning to himself.
The road ahead is very difficult, but they have no second choice.
Suddenly, Nobushige noticed a gaze focused on him, and he followed his sixth sense to look. However, the windows of the Mori Detective Agency were closed, and there was no figure by the window.
Nobushige averted his gaze and walked towards Lufeng's music classroom.
On the second floor, Ariane Swann was leaning against the angle between the wall and the window, with a frighteningly calm expression, as if there were terrifying waves hidden beneath the seemingly calm water.
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"Mr. Asano, someone is secretly investigating you."
Silla said this to Nobuhiro on the phone.
This was not the first time Nobuhiro heard similar remarks. Just half a minute ago, Gin took a photo on the table, pointed at the person in the photo and said, "Did you offend someone?"
"Everyone I offended is dead." Xinfan responded calmly.
However, he still looked at the photo. The photo showed a young man with a Western face. Other than that, there was nothing special about him that was worth remembering.
"He is a peripheral member of the organization. I suspected that he joined the organization for impure purposes, which has been resolved." Gin's tone was as cold as ever. One or two lives were nothing to him.
Nobushige knew what Gin meant by "resolution". He was disgusted with Gin's behavior, but he would not let Gin notice this emotion.
When no response was received, Gin continued: "If you dare to inquire about the former Nordic head's information before you have gained the trust of the organization, even if he is not a mouse, it would be a pity to die."
Nobuhiro's expression finally showed some waves, and he raised his eyes to look at Gin. At this moment, Silla's call came in, and Nobuhiro heard the first words.
Gin couldn't hear Sirah's voice, but he would look at Mescal's expression, and no matter how subtle the changes in Mescal could escape his eyes. Therefore, Gin was certain that Mescal must have obtained information that was very unfavorable to him.
Sure enough, after hanging up the phone, Mescal said bluntly to Gin: "Someone is investigating me."
"It's not surprising." Gin said calmly.
"Not rum," Mescal said again.
"Japanese police?" Gin made a reasonable guess. "You were investigated by the police when you first came to Japan. Maybe they realized your danger again."
Nobuhiro is 100% sure that this investigation did not come from the police. The previous investigation showed that there was something wrong with Feng Guling's brain. The next time it happened, it would be Nobuhiro's brain. But he couldn't truthfully say that, at least from Mescal's perspective, the police were more suspicious than the FBI or CIA.
So Nobuhiro said: "Maybe it's MI6."
"British?" Gin raised his eyebrows.
Nobuhiro tapped the photo on the table with his finger: "The first button of the shirt is neatly tied, and a corner of the paper is exposed from the coat pocket. It may be a convenience store receipt, but I prefer a lottery ticket."
"Snapped!"
Nobuhiro high-fived: "British."
Regardless of whether Gin believed it or not, Nobuhiro didn't believe it anyway.
The reserved and sultry character of the British is hard to tell just from their appearance. If this person is wearing a pair of fancy socks or a pair of women's underwear under a suit, then maybe he is really British.
If not, this person is most likely the FBI.