04/04, Shui Yao Day. Logan International Airport, Massachusetts. The more than 10-hour flight tormented Fujiwara, who had not managed to fall into a deep sleep, was here to attend a dinner party hosted by Schindler's Company.

After finishing his police work yesterday, he hurriedly went to the section chief's office to ask for leave, and if it weren't for the fact that he was forced to work overtime every time he took a vacation, I am afraid that he would not have succeeded in taking this leave.

In addition, he had just sent a surprise gift package to the anti-drug department, and his boss would naturally grant him leave.

"Mr. Krell, do you need me to help you get a cup of hot milk?" Also traveling with White was White, who had traveled from Tokyo to Osaka last night to arrive in Boston on the same plane.

Fujiwara didn't want to drink any hot milk, and if he could, he wanted a cup of iced lemon tea to refresh himself.

But his current physical condition was a little unsuitable for drinking cold things, so he had to nod his head in agreement.

"Well, I'm sorry for you." White moved quickly, buying milk and two freshly baked beef burgers, noticing that Krell hadn't eaten anything on the plane and was definitely hungry now.

"Thank you." Fujiwara Yomoto wanted to take medicine on an empty stomach, and when he saw a hamburger, he simply solved the problem of food and clothing.

After taking a big bite, the American food still didn't exceed its expectations, and the roast beef burger was still as unpalatable as ever.

The burger embryo is decent and delicious, but the roast beef patty inside is like a thousand-year-old cow with the thickness of the skin and the city wall, without any juice, and it is dry to the point that you may choke to death when you are older.

Fujiwara Yu barely uses hot milk

"Dissolve" the indigestible dry beef patties, throw the garbage into the trash can and walk in the direction of the airport parking lot.

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When he saw a royal blue Porsche 914 parked in the parking space that Yin Sen Hondo told him, he almost thought that it was a strong Russian man in a black shirt and a black top hat sitting inside.

Yin Sen Hondo, who was sitting in the car, was not what he used to be, and after announcing his death, he lived under the name of Herbert Michel, changed his hair color to blonde, straightened his originally slightly curly hair as much as possible, and had a little mustache on his chin

The "true biography" is almost not bad in terms of quantity.

"Krel, long time no see, is this one behind you White?" Yin Sen Hondo rolled down the window and looked at Fujiwara Yo who was standing outside the car with a blank expression, and asked out loud.

Fujiwara Yo replied dullly, and after he pulled the co-pilot and sat in, his face was full of disgust: "Herbert, I really didn't expect your taste to be so bad, what kind of car to buy is not good to buy this car." ”

"Huh? Isn't my new car pretty? Yin Sen Hondo's expression looked a little confused, he thought that his car was very good-looking, and didn't the royal blue look more stable?

"Well, it's very good-looking, exactly like the vodka car, do you think it's good?" Fujiwara Yu said angrily, and pointed to White, who was still carrying a suitcase in his hand, and asked, "...... Are you going to put White on the roof of the car? "The Porsche 914 is a two-seater, and there are three of them, so obviously one person can't get in the car.

Yin Sen Bentang was stunned for half a second before he realized his mistake, he really liked to mention that he wanted to show off his car a little, but the failure to show off caused someone to be unable to sit in the car, he heard that

"It's exactly the same as the vodka car", and suddenly I felt a dull pain in my shoulder. When you think of vodka, you think of gin, and when you think of gin, you think of him two years ago when he shot himself twice in the shoulder.

Speaking of which, if Fujiwara hadn't taken the risk to save himself at that time, I'm afraid that it would not be the shoulder but the head that would have eaten the gun.

"Then I'll arrange for someone to get a car over now?" Yin Sen Hondo asked. Fujiwara Yo waved his hand, he had already told White about the plan he had made, and said bluntly: "White, it's okay for you to go there alone, right?" ”

"Sir, don't worry, although I haven't been to Boston, I'm an American, and there is no language barrier at all." White was quite optimistic, and was not unhappy because he didn't have his own parking space, but he was quite curious about the relationship between this gentleman named Herbert and Mr. Crel.

He remembered the plan he had read before he left, and honestly he had noticed that Mr. Krell often did things to hide from the CIA, but he didn't know why...... He has always chosen to trust Mr. unconditionally, and it may be because of this that he will have himself on the list of implementing the plan this time.

Anyway, he joined the CIA to repay his kindness, and for White, his loyalty was not to the CIA, but to Mr. Crell as an individual.

"Well, stay safe, and feel free to contact if you have any questions."

"Okay, then I'll go first, sir!" By the time White left with his suitcase in a hurry, the excessive expressions on Yin Sen Hondo's face instantly converged, and he returned to his original cold and serious face, which was ten times higher than Fujiwara Yoo's Sima face.

He withdrew his gaze from White, looked at Fujiwara who was closing his eyes and recuperating and asked, "Is he a subordinate arranged by the CIA?" Are you sure he can be trusted? ”

"If I'm not sure, I won't let him come here, will I?" Fujiwara Yu began to secretly test White from the first time he saw him, and he didn't choose to skip the level to report the information he didn't report to the CIA, plus his identity background was indeed not fake, and the encounter with himself was not intentional, so it was certain that he was simply here

"Repay the favor".

"I believe in your human eye, it's time to tell me about your ......"

"Ahh

“？” Yin Sen Hondo raised his eyebrows, and he handed over the tissue as he started the car, his tone full of concern: "Are you okay?" Why did you catch a cold all of a sudden? ”

"I didn't get warm in time after being in the rain for too long two days, and I stayed up late and didn't have a good rest." Fujiwara Yu took the tissue and wiped the saliva that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he leaned back, and his voice was a little nasal: "When you go to deal with the dinner later, there are only two things to do, the first is to report to me the real-time dynamics of Thomas Schindler, and the second is to use all means to get Kashimura Tadahito to follow you when you retreat, even if it is violent." ”

"Huh? If you let me go to dinner, what are you going to do? Fujiwara Yu played with the lighter in his hand and looked sideways at the Boston scenery flying by outside the window: "Me...... Naturally, I have to go to the core of Schindler's company. ”

"Why did you go to Japan and you like to talk around the corner?" Yin Sen Hondo couldn't help but joke that because he couldn't get in touch with his own children, he had already treated his best friend's son as his own son, and his tone of voice was different from that of others.

"It's fun to take a detour, and I don't know if today's mission will be successful, so I wrote a letter to send to the FBI, but I can't waste my stationery." fbi？

Yin Sen Hondo thought for a while and guessed what Fujiwara wanted to do, and he shook his head helplessly, "You are really damaged enough." ”

"It's okay, it's a little paid."