Chapter 1333 Imran, Let’s Cooperate

Away from the busy scene, Rum's office seemed particularly quiet.

"BND, DGSE, Mossad, Russia's Federal Security Service, and RAW have all sent commissioners to Washington."

Under the dim light, a serious-looking man in a suit bowed slightly to Rum, who was sitting on the sofa, and reported.

Rum is holding a hand-held magnifying glass in his hand, but if someone observes carefully, they will find that the lens itself is a flat lens and does not have any magnifying effect. It seems to have only one function: decoration.

"Where's MI6?" Rum asked calmly.

"There is no movement from MI6 yet, but we have released news about Akai Mutake. As long as that woman is still alive, she will definitely come."

"Yeah." Rum nodded with satisfaction.

This is not the first time that he has used information about other people that some people value as bait. In fact, just two days ago, he just took advantage of his loyal subordinate Lay. And the result did not disappoint Rum - the FBI still has not given up looking for Shuichi Akai, and they took action as soon as they received the news.

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know whether he should say something or not.

Rum raised his eyes from the book and looked at his subordinates: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Yes." The subordinate did not dare to disobey Rum's order, so he had to ask tentatively, "Are you doubting Belmod? If that person knows about this, I'm afraid..."

Senior officials with certain authority in the organization knew that Akai Marie, Akai Mutake's wife, was killed by Belmode. But now Rum's plan is to use Akai Marie, which makes people think that Rum does not trust Belmod.

Hearing this, Rum laughed loudly: "Does a chess player need to doubt his own chess pieces? It's just that we haven't seen Akai Marie's body after all, so anything is possible."

When it comes to "resurrecting the dead," no one knows it better than he does.

Whether Akai Marie is dead or not, you will know by looking at the drama that is about to take place in Washington.

Most of the time, Rum appears to be gentle and charitable in front of his subordinates, but behind the scenes...

"Yes, send him to meet old friends from MI6. It doesn't matter if he is killed because he is not as good as others, just think of it as a meeting gift from me to old friends." Rum calmly ordered the person on the other side of the phone.

In a few words, someone's life was marked with a bright red cross.

Rum hates people who disobey him most in his life, especially when this person has not yet qualified to disobey him.

…

I don’t know if someone was doing this deliberately, but the operations specialists from various countries’ intelligence agencies chose to stay at the JUKE Hotel.

These people are more or less acquaintances, and they can't help but exchange a few words when they meet. This makes the tense atmosphere at JUKE relax a little and become as lively as ever.

Of course, such a lively scene has nothing to do with Asano Nobushige. He is still detained in the interrogation room of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security.

Imran Bellomo is a very patient man, and despite his young age, his methods are sophisticated.

It's just that Nobushige has seen too many old youtiaos, and he himself is the greasiest one among them. He actually handled Imran Bellomo's interrogation methods with ease.

After serving in the Department of Homeland Security for nearly ten years, Imran Bellomo has seen many powerful criminals. Some of them said nothing and refused to even tell them their names and genders. From the beginning of the minute, he has been clamoring for his innocence and accusing the Department of Homeland Security of abusing its power. Some people can even take advantage of loopholes in the law to obtain freedom and benefits for themselves.

But Asano Nobushige was different from them all.

He answered almost every question asked by Imran Bellomo, but his answers were always perfect, and sometimes he could even trick his interrogators into his logic - one time they were interrogating The cultural differences between East and West, which lasted nearly two hours in the room, are the best example.

"Mr. Bellomo."

It was another beautiful morning. As soon as Imran Bellomo stepped into the outside of the interrogation room, Asano Nobuhige's lazy voice came from the loudspeaker.

Imran Bellomo's first reaction was to frown - forgive the reflex.

But soon, a look of shock and even horror appeared on his face.

etc! Asano Nobushige was in a soundproofed room with one-way glass, how did he know he had come in? ?

Is it a coincidence?

Imran Bellomo was too nervous to move.

"Mr. Bellomo, what are you doing?" Asano Nobuhige's next sentence shattered the luck hidden in Imran Bellomo's heart.

He took a deep breath and picked up the phone: "Asano Nobushige, why can you see me?"

"Hey." Nobushige joked, "Don't talk like you're a ghost."

In the eyes of Imran Bellomo, Asano Nobushige knocked on the glass window and said casually: "This thing is one-way glass. Generally, the one-way glass used in cars adopts coating technology. In order to achieve The one-way effect requires a difference in light between the inside and outside. But yours doesn't seem to have so many requirements. It should be achieved through resistance wire and temperature, right?"

Imran Bellomo said nothing.

As Asano Nobushige, it is not surprising that he knows the equipment of the interrogation room so well.

But Nobumangi's next words still made him look shocked——

"So I destroyed the circuit." Xinfan raised his head, his eyes looked exactly in the direction of Imran Bellomo, and his lips curved in an inconspicuous arc.

Imran Bellomo: “…”

Don't speak so lightly! Staying in a room with 24-hour, 360-degree all-round surveillance, when and how did Asano Nobushige destroy the circuit? Why didn't they notice anything strange? ?

"Hello, Imran." Shinfan suddenly called Imran Bellomo's Christian name familiarly.

Imran Bello stepped back half a centimeter without leaving a trace: "What's the matter?"

He had previously come into contact with a serial murderer who loved to eat human flesh. The expression on that guy's face when he was being interrogated was exactly the same as Asano Nobushige's!

Every muscle in Imran Bellomo's body is ready to escape at any time. As long as Asano Nobuhige breaks through the door, he can escape from danger as quickly as possible.

This is not cowardice, this is a wise move to preserve combat power.

"Imran, let's cooperate." Nobuhiro showed a bright smile to Imran Bellomo, but it made his future partner tremble all over.

"I don't think there is any need for us to cooperate." Although the alarm bells of fear in his heart have been ringing since just now, Imran has his own bottom line.

Nobushige didn't mind at all. Instead, he extended his hand to Imran through the glass in a friendly manner: "Let me introduce myself again. I am Japanese Public Security Police Asano Nobushige. I would like to cooperate with you on a personal basis."

Imran Bellomo: “…”

ha.

Does this guy think he will believe it?

And does he think the surveillance cameras above his head are just decoration?

The next second, Imran suddenly felt his eyes blur, and a cold touch hit his neck.

It's over, I'm going to die.

This was Imran's only thought.

There is no way, his fighting ability is indeed very poor, after all, he is not the type who is good at fighting.

"Do you believe it now?" Xinfan did not continue to use force, but his terrifying speed and explosive power still made Imran clearly aware of the terror of this man.

Anyone who could easily kill him here, ignoring surveillance, alarms, and security, must have a way to escape from the Department of Homeland Security building.

But if you think that this alone can convince Imran of his so-called identity...

"What do you want me to do?" Imran asked, thinking of possible countermeasures.

"I heard that you have seized a batch of Sindora Company's research materials. Take me to check them out."

During the few days of "interrogation" here, Nobuhiro discovered some interesting things, such as the fact that these intelligence agencies are not as useless as Rum thought. The Department of Homeland Security once tracked down Syndora Corporation, but they were unable to investigate further because of the organization's involvement.

Nobuhiro knew that Imran would definitely agree to his request - whether he believed he was a police officer or not.

As expected, Imran nodded after a brief thought: "Okay."

That batch of information may not be as useful to them as the discount coupons issued by the SUBWAY fast food restaurant next door. If it is given to Asano Nobushige, he may be able to get some important clues and restart the investigation of Sindora and the forces behind it.

After Imran looked Xinfan up and down, he frowned and said, "You are too conspicuous like this. If I take you out, you will definitely be discovered."

Nobushige shrugged: "That's a problem you should solve."

Imran: "..."

cooperate? He said it so nicely, but in the end it was clear that he was enslaved by Asano Nobushige!

No matter how much resentment he had in his heart, Imran still followed Asano's request and did this thing that violated the Department of Homeland Security's code of conduct.

If someone had told Imran Bellomo yesterday that he would be working with Nobushige Asano today to help him access information from the Department of Homeland Security, he would have given that person a good beating.

It would be entirely reasonable for him to do such a thing, even if he was later charged with treason in a federal court.

But what is outrageous is that today Imran Bellomo actually agreed to Asano Nobushige's request.

Why?

Is it because this man is very dangerous?

Imran sneered, he would not be coerced out of fear of death.

"Did you not have a good rest last night?" Nobuhiro glanced at Imran strangely.

Imran's thoughts finally came back from the horizon, and he said with a normal expression: "The information is all here, you only have twenty minutes to check it out."

"enough."

Nobushige skillfully operated the computer and searched for things related to Sawada Hiroki or Noah's Ark in those materials.

Perhaps the goddess of luck was still favoring him today. Less than five minutes later, Nobuhiro had an unexpected harvest - a string of codes with a familiar name "JULEP".

Yes, how could he forget?

JULEP is a tool used by the organization to control Noah's Ark, and Sindora Company was originally an agency under the organization. As the saying goes, the technology that can be immediately applied to Noah's Ark is most likely to come from Sindora Company. .

Nobuhiro copied all the research materials related to JULEP.

Imran witnessed the whole process from the side. His expression became more and more weird, and in the end it seemed that he had no hope of life.

A few minutes later, Nobushige finished his work - let alone twenty minutes, he probably didn't even use ten minutes.

Imran sighed quietly: "I now have the illusion that I am the criminal being interrogated and you are an investigator from the Department of Homeland Security."

Nobuhiro laughed: "I'm very happy that you think so."

Imran: "...What are you going to do next?"

"I'm tired, go back to sleep."

Imran: “???”

Instead of taking advantage of this great opportunity, you chose to go back to sleep? Is there really nothing wrong with Asano Nobushige's brain?

"Are you really a public security policeman?" Imran looked at Nobuhiro suspiciously.

"Do you doubt it now? It's too late."

After leaving these words, Nobuhiro turned around and left without any hesitation.

Imran stared at his back and did not return to the interrogation room with him - anyway, with Asano Nobushige's ability to enter and exit the Department of Homeland Security, he could return safely even without his help.

He took out his communicator and whispered: "I want to retrieve the global undercover list, especially Japan's."

It’s just a global undercover list, who doesn’t have one?

It's just that compared to Japan's list, which can be hacked and consulted by anyone, the United States has stricter intelligence management. At least he needs to go through a process to apply to it.

At noon that day, while eating a sandwich bought by a colleague with a discount coupon, Imran received the password to access the undercover list.

As he ate, he searched for possible targets in the huge list.

However, after he finished the sandwich and read the list, Imran still did not find any undercover agents who were the same or similar to Asano Nobushige.

it is as expected……

All the evidence said to Imran: "You have been deceived!" But Imran himself became more and more convinced that Asano Nobushige must be an undercover agent of the Japanese police.

An unknown undercover? Only such a person can climb to a height high enough to cause serious damage to the organization, right?

So, after lunch, Imran returned to the interrogation room where Asano Nobushige was being held.

He seemed to be taking a nap and this time did not say hello to Imran as soon as he entered the door.

Imran had no intention of disturbing his lunch break, and just stood outside the one-way glass, staring at the sleeping Asano Nobushige.

But as he watched, Imran suddenly frowned deeply.

Why does that person on the bed look weirder and weirder?

Wait...is that possible? !

Imran rushed in and lifted the quilt covering "Asano Nobushige".

Good guy, the thing under the quilt is not human at all!

Does Asano Nobushige really consider the Department of Homeland Security his own?

No, no, no, what he should complain about is the compact suitcase brought by Asano Nobushige. Is that thing Doraemon's pocket? How can it fit so well? !