Fujiwara Yi as one of Japan's finest agents. He never thought there was anything remarkable about those agents in Huaxia. Including that damn Lin Ze.

Is undercover shark around for two years good?

Isn't it great to meet sharks?

Can you see him, but I can't?

Otherwise, why was I being followed in the first place? How can I get photographed?

Although Fujiwara was afraid to approach the villa at the time, or even arrange for someone to go to the survey in disguise, he still showed first-class agent ability.

What kind of person is Lin Ze? He can track Lin Ze without being discovered, and he does have first-class tracking ability. Of course, this is also thanks to Lin Ze's failure to play a leading role between this tracking and anti-tracking. If it was Lin Ze who was driving, and there were not so many people in the car watching him, he might not be able to find out.

But despite this, Lin Ze's cautious actions still did not let Fujiwara Yi take advantage of the loophole. Otherwise, when Fujiwara Yi threw the photos and materials on the big table in the conference room, he really had nothing to do.

Regardless, Fujiwara is a first-class agent. It's a character that's not as powerful as James Ruo. So he wouldn't follow Lin Ze's arrangement at all.

"Let's do something small?" Fujiwara Yi sneered and said contemptuously. "Do you really think you're our boss?"

"Not really. Boss, it's unclear whether he has anything to do with sharks. If it weren't for Ruth's slut to support him, could he really become the second commander? Besides, he has information about sharks, so don't we? A Japanese agent chimed in.

"Let's go, let's go to his yard first. Let's see if we can get the news. Fujiwara Yi got out of the car and crossed the street towards a brightly lit night club.

According to the information, the owner behind this entertainment venue is Shark. Of course, he is only one of the bosses, and the rest of the bosses are from rich people from various countries. It is a night game on a par with roulette. It's better to come to this kind of place to collect information than to blow a cold wind in an inexplicable place.

And what makes Fujiwara Yi strange is that it is impossible for Lin Ze to not grasp this night club at all. But he didn't arrange for anyone to come here at all, did he want to come by himself?

Thinking like this, Fujiwara Yi became more and more angry.

It's just that the commander is occupied by him, and he still wants to take the credit?

Hum! It's no wonder that they always don't do much on that island, and it seems that there is a lot of cattiness in it.

Led three agents into the night club, ordered a soft drink in a quiet corner, and waved off several bewitching girls who were entangled, Fujiwara Yi lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes to scan the surroundings.

Most of the people who go in and out of the night club are rich or noble, and most of them are London's leading figures. The lowest-grade is also the big guy on the road in this area, and it is basically impossible to find ordinary people. And these Japanese outsiders are naturally very easy to get noticed. No, in less than five minutes, two groups of people came up to chat. On the surface, it is nonsense, but in fact, it is a temptation. Fujiwara Yi knew this very well, but since he was here to inquire about information, he did not put on an arrogant and indifferent posture, but tested each other with a hypocritical smile.

It was only half an hour later, and Fujiwara not only didn't hear any news, but was poured several glasses of spirits. Immediately got up and found the bathroom to put water.

He is an agent, an agent with a strong sense of professionalism. He rarely comes to such places for entertainment, and he generally does not drink alcohol. In his opinion, it would be extremely unwise to drink alcohol while on a mission. Not only will it make you unresponsive, but it will also affect your judgment. So when he can, he resolutely refuses to drink. Therefore, it also leads to the average amount of alcohol, and even those subordinates with slightly lower self-cultivation and restraint ability are not as good.

"Whew-"

After putting water in the bathroom for a while, Fujiwara I, who was comfortable all over, washed his face, and was about to wipe it with a piece of paper, when a quiet and indifferent voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"Japanese?"

This is an impolite inquiry, Fujiwara Yi was slightly unhappy when he heard this, but thinking that he had a task on his side, he didn't bother with him, turned around slightly, and saw that it was a handsome young man with blond hair, and said lightly: "Yes." Something? ”

"Oh. I asked casually. The blonde man asked with a smile in his mouth. Do you have the money to spend here? ”

"What do you mean?" Fujiwara Yi frowned and scolded.

"It's not interesting. Or just ask. The blonde man shrugged his shoulders dashingly. Just look at the way you look, not like some rich person. ”

"Yaga!" Fujiwara Yi was furious and shouted angrily. "You don't hide your mouth anymore, believe it or not, I beat you?"

Fujiwara's psychological quality has never been bad, but there is also a specific environment. For example, when the two sides compete, he can show not weak confrontation ability. But at this moment, he was inexplicably humiliated by a pompous man, but Rao is personal cultivation is good, but he can't help it.

"Yaga?" The blonde man narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered. "I'm gossiping, you're looking at it!"

This sentence is a real Chinese language. Fujiwara didn't quite understand, but he also knew that it was definitely not a good word. Furious, he said, "Who are you? ”

"Gangsters." The blonde man extinguished the cigarette butt and said with a smile.

"Mentally retarded!" After Fujiwara I'm entangled in his heart for a moment, he finally held back his anger and planned to leave the place that upset him. But as soon as he turned around, the blond man suddenly took a sideways step, blocking his way.

"What do you want to do?" Fujiwara I's barely suppressed anger suddenly erupted, and he shouted fiercely: "Get out!" ”

With that, a hand was placed on the blonde man's shoulder, trying to push him away.

It's just that he didn't expect that his energetic push not only didn't push him away, but felt like it was pushing on the iron plate. I saw that the blonde man didn't move at all, glanced down slightly at Fujiwara Yi's arm, and said with a smile: "Didn't eat?" ”

This is another Chinese-style joke, but it completely ignited Fujiwara's anger. Immediately, he turned his palm into a fist and slammed it towards his chest.

Syllable.

The blonde man slapped his palm away, his body slammed over, and he knocked Fujiwara Yi back with a fierce shoulder lean, and then he didn't see how fast the blonde man was, and when he raised his arm, he actually grabbed Fujiwara Yi's arm lightly, and pulled and pulled, and actually knocked him next to the washbasin.

Smack!

His forehead hit the stainless steel basin, and Fujiwara Itami was covered in blood, and his eyes were blurred by blood. I can't see it clearly.

Kick and stare at it!

Two security guards suddenly broke in outside the door, and saw Fujiwara Yi half-lying on the ground, while the blonde man was washing his hands slowly, and one of the security guards who recognized the blonde man stepped forward and asked, "Brother Hei, what's the situation?" ”

"This kid hit me. I was upset, so I knocked it down. The blonde man shook his hand and said slowly.

"!" The security guard had a very strong ability to read words and colors, and as soon as he heard the blonde man speak, he kicked Fujiwara Yi in the lower abdomen. The latter curled up like a shrimp, and the tragic situation was self-evident.

"Even Brother Hei dares to hit it, tired of it?" I wanted to kick a few more times, but I heard the blonde man say indifferently. "Just throw him out. Don't frighten the guests when you're covered in blood. ”

"Okay. Brother Hei, the bosses are drinking in the private room, will you go over and play for a while? The security guard groveled.

"Hmm." The blonde man dried his hands, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, and left the bathroom nonchalantly.

The two security guards didn't say a word, and walked towards the door with a soft Fujiwara I.

It wasn't until several security guards blasted Fujiwara's group out that the blonde man who had already gone upstairs suddenly appeared at the corner of the stairs. His face was slightly solemn, and he muttered to himself with a cigarette in his mouth: "What's the matter with Lin Ze? He shouldn't be stupid enough to send someone here to inquire about the news, right? Alas, it seems that these Japanese pigs are in charge of their own affairs. Is there such a stupid race in the world besides them? ”

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