"Thanks, Miwako."

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Early the next morning, Sato House, second bedroom.

Miwako Sato, who poked one foot out of the futon, obviously had a great dream, her delicate toes were sometimes upturned and sometimes tense with the illusion in the dream, and the laziness of a little satisfaction welled up between her eyebrows without powder, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

At the door of the bedroom, Sato's mother, who knocked on the door for a long time and didn't wait for her daughter to open the door, pushed the door in, and saw that several black lines suddenly fell on her forehead when she saw her daughter, who had nothing to sleep on.

What is this kid doing in his dreams?

"Miwako? Miwako?"

"Hmm...... Mom?"

Miwako Sato, who was pushed awake, opened her eyes blankly, and while standing sideways, *** retracted her right foot outside the futon into the warm futon.

"I got up and ate Miwako, and then went to sleep after eating, you know?" Sato's mother, who saw her daughter wake up, helplessly supported her forehead: "If you don't eat breakfast, it's easy to get stomach problems, how many times have I told you."

「…… But Mom, I worked late last night—"

"No matter how late it is, get up and eat quickly, and then come back to sleep after eating."

Regarding her daughter's health, Sato's mother, who was dressed in a navy blue kimono, suddenly straightened her face: "Besides, no matter how busy you are, can someone be busy with Uehara?" You two were working overtime together last night, and he could get up, so why can't you get up?"

「？？？」

Miwako Sato, who suddenly heard the man's name, scratched her scalp and asked a question mark on her head.

"Uehara came to you an hour ago, but I refused when you were sleeping. Look at you, look at people......

「……」

Listening to her mother's chatter, Miwako Sato, whose eyes gradually changed from blank to desperate, wanted to shrink her head into the quilt as an ostrich, but she really couldn't do it.

"Oh yes, there's one more thing."

Sato's mother, who had been reprimanded for a long time, saw that her daughter was about to draw a circle with her eyes and blue smoke rising from the top of her head, so she pretended not to care and pulled the new quilt in front of her and said, "Why have all your toiletries been renewed? Even the quilt has been changed? What about those cosmetics? Where are your clothes?"

——？！

Miwako Sato, who was silently reciting the "Can't Hear the Heart Sutra" in her heart, suddenly had a stir: "Ahem, don't think about that mother, I didn't want to move out, just to cooperate with the mission."

"There was no evidence in the new case we encountered, so Uehara and I wanted to fake a scene that would allow the prisoner to be present, and in order to make the scene more realistic, I had to move what I was using so that the prisoner would not see the flaw at a glance."

"Really?"

Hearing this, Sato's mother obviously showed a trace of disappointment between her eyebrows, and she was caught by Miwako, and the latter's face suddenly darkened: "Mom?"

"I thought it was Miwako, you already had a boyfriend and were ready to move out—"

"Mom, let me go, I'm going to get up and eat."

Miwako Sato decisively lifted the quilt to interrupt the old mother's cliché nagging, and walked lifelessly towards the bathroom with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"This is what Uehara came to give you in the morning, and you were sleeping at the time, so I took it for you." Sato's mother, who walked quietly like a ghost, said coldly, startling Miwako, who was stunned.

"What Uehara sent me?"

Instinctively, she reached out to open the gift, but when she caught a glimpse of her mother's excited expression of secretly poking and wanting to spy out of the corner of her eye, she immediately changed her mind, restrained the burning desire in her heart, and started to attack breakfast.

"Miwako, is there any conflict between you and Uehara?" Seeing that her daughter saw through her own careful thoughts, Sato's mother stopped pretending, sat opposite her with a move of her buttocks, and asked cautiously.

Miwako, whose mouth is stuffed, looks strangely

Glancing at my mother, "No, why do you ask?"

"Uehara was obviously melancholy when he asked me to hand this thing over to you, and he was dressed very solemnly today......

Sato's mother recalled the Katsumi Uehara she saw this morning, although she hid it well, but the melancholy negative emotions still couldn't hide from her, an old Jianghu.

"Are you dressed solemnly......

Miwako Sato, who was biting the fried egg, thought of what Katsumi Uehara called herself before they parted last night, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise: "Okay, Mom, don't worry about it, it's okay between me and him."

"Okay, since you're okay, then mom can rest assured."

Sato's mother, who always pays attention to her daughter's expression, is satisfied, and the speed of the change in attitude makes Miwako Sato puzzled-

Is it a delusion?

Why does she always feel that her mother asks these questions because the drunkard does not mean to drink.

"Oh yes, there's one more thing."

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"From today onwards, the power on the Tokyo side will be temporarily in charge of Ireland. Gin, Belmode, Kiel, the three of you will each arrive in the United States on three planes, and then immediately transfer to France."

Tokyo, inside the new base of the brewery.

The curtains of the huge living room were drawn, and on the TV screen, Rum's electronic voice was particularly serious: "As for the arrested vodka and Uno Tadayoshi, I will send someone else to deal with it."

"There's no need to be so troublesome, as long as the two of them confess valuable information, both the Japanese police and the Japanese public security will treat them as guests."

On the sofa, Gin, who didn't return until the morning after going out last night, didn't close his eyes all night, but he didn't show the slightest tiredness between his eyebrows: "After making the decision to disguise vodka as the FBI, I made an agreement with him and Tadayoshi Uno that if the police found out, then the two of them would provide them with some information about the organization's stronghold."

"What did you say?"

Rum on the other end of the video call spoke abruptly, "Do you know what you're talking about, Gin?"

"I know that, Rum."

Gin raised his hand, slightly lowered the brim of his hat, and shook the ash of his cigarette with one hand: "After all, pretending to be the FBI is risky, even I am not 100% sure, so I made two preparations at that time.

"I've long told Vodka what information he can sell if he is identified and arrested, and he needs to use it in exchange for trust to save his life, and the same goes for Tadayoshi Uno.

"Despite the subsequent accidents, Vodka and Tadayoshi Uno can still take this dark line to delay time and even gain trust to serve as tainted witnesses until our rescue comes."

"I have a question."

On the single sofa on the side, Belmode, who was wearing his nails, sneered unexpectedly, and his afterglow swept over Shui Wunai, who was sitting precariously, and his smile gradually became playful: "I'm afraid Ireland's ability is not enough to control the power of Tokyo and even Japan, Rum, are you sure he won't poke the basket bigger?"

"Of course not."

In the face of Belmode's questioning, Rum replied very cheerfully: "Ireland is really not capable enough, so I also sent Bourbon over, and he will handle the rest of the matter, Ireland mainly assists Bourbon in the operation."

Shui Wu Mercy: "......"

Bourbon?

The CIA agent's heart with a strained face made waves again.

The smile on Belmode's face when he heard this code name gradually brightened: "Yes, it turned out to be Bourbon, that's fine."

At the same time, London, England, airport.

A young blond man with wheat-skinned skin pulled a small suitcase, put on a baseball cap, and looked at the destination Japan on the ticket, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Katsumi Uehara......

"Interesting, the cop who can make Gin miss."