Chapter 641 Belmode: I Asked Bourbon to Help You (Working People Are the Most Glorious)

Nobuhiro blinked: "I only said this to you."

Mainly because Azusa Enomoto has his own family, and Subaru Okiya... Although he has generously shown kindness to Scotland, he still cannot erase the fact that the FBI is doing evil in Japan. To put it simply, Nobushige didn't want to see him.

Amuro Toru shuddered, he laughed dryly and said, "No, I won't bother you and Xiao Ai anymore."

Nobushige nodded regretfully and walked into the music classroom.

There were two untouched sandwiches and juice on the table. Nobushige looked around and asked Azusa Enomoto, who was eating next to him: "Where is Mr. Okiya?"

"Mr. Okiya took leave today." As he said that, Azusa Enomoto said strangely, "He seems to have had something happen at home recently, and he seems very busy."

Nobuhiro nodded: "Well, his brother is going to compete today."

"Eh? Does Mr. Okiya have a younger brother?"

"No, I'm just talking nonsense."

Azusa Enomoto: "..."

How can Mr. Asano talk nonsense so seriously? She almost believed it just now!

When Toru Amuro came in after cleaning the window, Nobushige had already started eating a sandwich with juice. It proves once again that the reason why Cafe Poirot can continue to operate located downstairs of the Mori Detective Agency is due to Toru Amuro's craftsmanship.

Nobuhiro glanced at him and asked, "Aren't you going to ask for leave today?"

Toru Amuro was stunned: "Why should I ask for leave?"

Is it because he is usually too busy with public security and organizational affairs that he is disliked by his boss and is ready to be fired?

"Don't you have anything else to do today?" Nobuhiro looked at him strangely.

Toru Amuro suddenly reacted and said quickly: "Ah, I almost forgot. I made an appointment with the hospital for a physical examination today."

Nobushige followed up and said, "I also want to go out to meet clients, so I'll leave it to Miss Enomoto for the music classroom."

"Ah..." Azusa Enomoto said sadly, "Today is Mr. Matsumoto's first day back at work. We originally wanted to have a dinner together at noon. What a pity."

"Then let's call Mr. Okiya and Dr. Aso together tomorrow." Nobushige looked at the time and said, "I have to go. See you tomorrow, Miss Enomoto, Mr. Amuro!"

"See you tomorrow."

Toru Amuro watched Asano Nobushige drive away.

When he could no longer see the car, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called Belmod: "It's me. I'll be waiting for you at Mihua Department Store in ten minutes."

…

As the area with the most frequent murder cases in Tokyo, Mika Town is naturally particularly favored by the organization.

There were only a few cars parked in an inconspicuous parking lot. There was no administrator in the parking lot, and a lot of dust and fallen leaves had accumulated on the ground.

On a quiet morning, the inconspicuous parking lot welcomes inconspicuous guests. An inconspicuous car slowly drove in and parked in a parking space near the inside. There was also a sports car parked in front of it on the left that was incompatible with this place.

The car stopped, the door opened, and the man who stepped out of the car was wearing a dark windbreaker. Big sunglasses covered half of his face, and the exposed part was thin and resolute.

However, this kind of dress appeared in such a remote place, and the identity of the person seemed to be obvious.

Mescal walked straight towards the Maserati diagonally opposite and opened the back seat door.

"Good morning." There was also a tall, rugged man sitting in the driver's seat, but his attitude towards Mescal was very respectful.

"Good morning, Silla, let's go directly to the T7 safe house."

Silla saw the bag in Nobuban's hand from the rearview mirror, and he said casually: "Is this the dress you want to use today?"

Unexpectedly, Nobuhiro fell into silence because of these words.

Silla was stunned for a moment, and then immediately apologized: “Sorry, I don’t know about this kind of thing and I can’t ask.”

Although he didn't understand what was going on at all, it didn't stop him from apologizing. In short, it was enough to remember that everything was about mezcal.

Nobuhiro sighed silently and said, "No, I'm not that sensitive. It's just that I can't accept it."

Wearing women's clothing actually doesn't matter, since he is not using his own face anyway. He can wear women's kimono to the banquet without any burden, and he can even use the beauty trap to obtain information. But the problem is that this is Takeda Luo's request. Nobushige always has a bad premonition that the organization wants to take action against Takeda Luo. What about Takeda Luo himself? Was he really unprepared and just waiting for the organization's killers to come?

The real Takeda Raku might be like this, but Takeda Koji wouldn't. That man single-handedly developed the Takeda family to its present state, and his methods of cooperating with the dark side of the world without completely falling into ruin are evident.

In the past, Nobushige might have sympathized with the target of the assassination and even looked for opportunities to carry out rescue operations. However, facing Takeda Raku... Nobuhiro just wanted to say, I hope the mission goes smoothly and there are no surprises.

As soon as Silla parked the car near the T7 safe house, Nobuhiro realized something.

He took out his pistol and gestured to Silla, telling him to follow him more slowly.

From the outside, the T7 safe house is no different from before. It is still the same ordinary and calm place, if you ignore the extra cigarette butt in the corner.

Of course, it's possible that the cigarette butt was left by a passerby, but at that location, Nobuhiro was still more likely to have someone come in before them.

Who is he?

public security? FBI, CIA or MI6?

After counting the possibilities one by one, Nobuhiro suddenly felt helpless. What’s going on with this kind of rhythm of investigation agencies from various countries working together? He always has the illusion that he is not in Japan now, but in the United Nations.

With a soft "click" sound, the strings in Xinfan's mind tightened to the extreme. The person who appeared behind the door answered his previous question.

It's the Japanese police... Oh no, if that woman is there, she must be a member of the organization.

Nobuhiro put away his gun and snorted rather contemptuously: "Belmod, maybe you have to give me a reason as to why you and Bourbon are here."

"Don't look at the lady with that look, it's very rude." Belmod sighed, "Do you think Bourbon and I want to come over? If Gin hadn't specially asked me to come over, I would be admiring Kirov right now. Ballet’s Giselle.”

"Gin, please come here?" Nobuhiro showed a suspicious expression.

"Yes." Belmode looked at him in surprise, "Aren't you going to wear traditional Japanese attire to the banquet? Gin was worried that you might not be able to wear it alone, so he asked me to help. I don't know much about Japanese attire. , but it doesn’t matter, I also pulled bourbon.”

Bourbon spread his hands with a "That's it" expression, and then asked: "So what about the kimono, are you wearing a monsuku or something else?"