After solving the lunch problem, Claire left satisfied, as for why Yuri Sakazaki and Shiranui would let him go, it was actually very simple.

After all, the two of them want to maintain the image of ladies, so naturally they can't show the appearance of gobbling up, let alone outsiders watching. However, Uncle Bora's hearth-yaki is so delicious, and Yuri Sakazaki and Shiranui Mai can't just hold the hearth-yaki with one hand and bite it while intercepting Claire, right?

Claire smiled in her heart:

Sample, I like to eat so much, next time I will let you eat the most "delicious" robatayaki.

Claire has never thought of himself as a gentleman who repays grievances with virtue.,The scene of the final fiasco in the battle with Shiranui Dance is vivid.,Now I've finally found a hobby of Shiranui Dance.,So...

But then, Claire, who was originally walking towards the bar, suddenly stopped, he frowned slightly, and with his chin in his hand, he recalled what Shiranui said just now:

"What the hell is the matter with the angry team looking for Andy?"

Wait, why don't they call me for action?

Claire was puzzled in his heart, and he had a vague bad feeling in his heart.

Damn, these guys are starting to suspect me.

As soon as the thought popped into Claire's mind, Claire shook her head vigorously, as if she could shake it off by doing so.

Claire froze, took a deep breath, and instead of walking towards the bar, she turned and turned into a side alley, trying to verify that the idea she had just had was a reality.

After five or six alleys in a row, Claire once again stepped onto the noisy street, and he quietly walked to a hidden corner, seemingly casually staring at the entrance of the alley he had just come out of.

One minute, two minutes.......... Ten minutes, if ordinary people can't bear the loneliness, but Claire, who has been a secret agent for four years, has not relaxed at all, and if necessary, he can even observe for four hours without distraction.

Don't underestimate this data, think about the boring feeling of listening to classes you don't like in your student life or company meetings! Don't say four hours, even if you are interested in the meeting or every class, the long time will gradually divert your attention.

The reason why Claire has been able to hold out for so long is naturally because of her experience as an agent, if she didn't have any ability, Claire would have died in various missions.

After another minute, just as Claire was about to stare at it for another minute before leaving, a man in civilian clothes and a beret came out of the alley where Claire had just walked, which immediately made Claire raise her vigilance, knowing that the alley he had just walked was very remote and dirty, and the slightest mistake in stepping on the tiles that would warp would shoot black water from it to his shoes and pants, so this alley was almost unattended.

It can be seen that there are some water stains on the man's trouser legs, and he must have been sanctioned by the sewage, and it stands to reason that ordinary people will not be angry when they encounter this situation, at least they will be unhappy, but this man looks unconcerned, which really makes Claire suspicious.

Sure enough, the man's next action immediately confirmed Claire's conjecture: I saw that he first stretched out his head and looked left and right for a while, and then he reached into his clothes and took out a device like a mobile phone, and then stared at it.

Seeing this, Claire felt a chill in her heart, ordinary people may not know what the man was doing, but Claire, as an agent, clearly knew that this was clearly a GPS locator!

So Colonel Seaton, that old fox has put the tracker on me? Wrong.....

Thinking of this, Claire couldn't help but look down at the trench coat she was wearing, and while scolding in her heart, Claire quickly took off the trench coat and gave it directly to the beggar on the side.

Are you kidding? Even if this trench coat is of good quality and is set on fire and lightning protection, how can it compare to his own freedom, not to mention that this trench coat is still the leftover from Colonel Sidon.........

Finally getting rid of the man, Claire called a taxi with a blank face, since Colonel Seaton was clearly suspicious of him, then there was no need to be polite to this old fox, go by his own steps and then regain the trust of his superiors.

On the other side, the mysterious man had already found the windbreaker on the beggar through the tracker in his hand, and suddenly his expressionless face instantly turned black. I saw him walk to a dark corner, and after confirming that no one was around, he took out a big brother from his pocket, and then said to Big Brother Avenue in a deep voice:

"This is Hound Dog No. 2, this is Hound No. 2, please answer when you receive it, over!"

It didn't take long for another deep voice to come from the big brother in his hand:

"This is the operator, Hound Two, how is your mission going?"

Taking a deep breath, Hound Dog No. 2 said with an ugly face:

"The target's anti-tracking capabilities are so strong that I followed them for less than thirty minutes before the target was alert and threw away the trench coat with the locator, and I couldn't track him and ask for support and technical help."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then another voice came from the phone:

"No need, Hound Two, that's the end of your tracking, now return to HQ right away."

If Claire was here, she would have reacted in an instant, wasn't it the old fox Seadon who was speaking?

His expression returned to his indifferent appearance again, and after Hound No. 2 replied calmly, he put down his beret and hurriedly walked up to blend into the crowd, there were too many such people in Tokyo, so immediately his figure disappeared into the vast sea of people.

In the temporary camp of Brazilian mercenaries, Colonel Sidon, who had just finished the call, touched his clean chin and fell into deep thought.

The cronies on the side looked at Colonel Seaton like this, and couldn't help but say loudly:

"Colonel, should we send further jungle special forces to hunt down the target, after all, he may affect the next operation......."

Before he finished speaking, Colonel Seaton waved his hand decisively, and then said:

"No, now our main target is the R consortium, as for Claire, who has a hypothetical conjecture, it is to be determined."

The cronie hurriedly added:

"But the target's ability is so strong, I'm afraid that the night will be long and dreamy, and it will affect your plan when the time comes, Colonel!"

Colonel Sidon glanced at the cronie lightly, and his indifferent eyes were like looking at a lifeless corpse, which directly made the cronies who originally wanted to say something shudder and didn't dare to say more.

"Silloin, you have to remember that there can only be one voice in an army, and even if that voice gives the wrong command, you must obey it, and you can only carry out this command!"

Immediately, Colonel Sidon turned away from him and looked up at the ceiling, a complicated glint flashing in his single eye.

Lucar, Hope..... You're still healthy, and I'll give you back what you have given me!