"Noah, will you help me?"

Seeing the people who were already being evacuated in an orderly manner in the monitor, and listening to the headset Dr. Asa forcibly pulling the gate on Hiroki with the argument that children don't grow taller when they go to bed at night, Rin Izawa suddenly asked this question seriously.

Although the artificial intelligence Noah couldn't quite understand what Izawa was asking this question, he didn't hesitate and replied firmly, "Of course." ”

The small Internet café cubicle was quiet, except for the sound of the house next door crackling and hitting the keyboard faintly through the walls. There is no doubt that the soundproofing here is not very good.

[It's not a good place to talk.] ]

Thinking so, Izawa walked on crutches to a park not far from the Internet café. The depths of the park are quiet late at night, and even the homeless are reluctant to come to this place where there are no benches. Ize found a street lamp, and tapped emails on his mobile phone by the light of the street lamp.

The lights were dim, and the only sounds around were the sound of insects trying to find light and hitting the lampshade.

It didn't take long for him to write, after all, what he knew about the organization's secrets was only three hundred words. "Noah, please help me send the email I just typed anonymously to the FBI, CIA, and Kazami, ... No, it's better for the anti-terrorism agencies of all countries to send it once.

Noah, please. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Noah's voice with a microcurrent came out of his headphones, "Okay." ”

Looking at the slow reminder of the email being sent on his phone, and inadvertently seeing the mobile phone numbers of vodka and gin in his contact, Ize felt a guilt that he might never be able to express again.

Now it was dark, and the stars were still in the sky on a cloudless night. It's the same as what he saw in Tokyo before, and it's the same as the stars on the night he ran away from home when he first came to this world.

It's been 40 years, and it's still exactly the same.

"It's already done, Brother Natsuki."

It was Noah who interrupted Izawa's emotional inner play.

Noah began to report the follow-up again: "Brother Xia Shu, they have received it, and most of them have begun to investigate and start meetings based on known information. The F.B.I. was a little slower, and one of their strongholds was reportedly attacked. Documents are still being rescued urgently. Kazami has quickly contacted Brother Amuro, and then Brother Amuro has already started to contact the above, and now he has urgently arrested two executives. ”

The current situation is basically within the scope of Izawa's acceptance, and if he guesses correctly, the FBI preview should be gin.

He also knows that some countries may not carry out large-scale operations, such as the flower planting country, North and South Korea, which should not do much.

After all, as far as he knew, there was no organized distance between the three countries. In his memory, he once made a cameo appearance in Chaoyang to report a group of members of an organization who infiltrated the country with the name of a branch; North and South Korea, on the other hand, do not need to establish specific bases, after all, their territories are small and they are still so close to Japan.

The street lights flickered and flickered, and Ize, who had combed through all his memories at once today, fell into thinking again.

This time it wasn't Noah who called him back from his thoughts, it was the phone.

"Natsuki, our undercover career······ It's almost over! ”

On the phone, Amuro, no, there was irrepressible joy in the voice of Drop Valley Zero.