Bang bang bang. The abnormal sound of the tires made the tea-haired man in charge of driving frown, and he reluctantly turned his head to look at his boss who was sitting in the back seat of the car with his eyes closed, and reported loudly: "Sir, the tire seems to have been punctured by something like gravel, I'm afraid I can't continue driving." The man in the back seat of the car had long black hair and a grim Asian face under a dark gray velvet hat.

The man slowly opened his dark green eyes and straightened his waist, the curled bangs on his forehead shook slightly with his movements, and he looked sideways at the rain floating outside the window, and couldn't help frowning.

The man is the FBI investigator Shuichi Akai who returned to the United States after breaking away from the organization, and he has a mission on him today, as for the content of the mission...... Naturally, it was to capture the serial killer who had committed several murders in New York.

Shuichi Akai spoke fluent English, and after dropping the instructions, he pushed the door directly out of the warm car, and the cold air outside made him shrink his neck: "Let's go to a nearby repair shop while I can still drive...... As for me, you don't have to worry about it, I'll contact Judy to take your place, and you can just get off work after you finish it. ”

"Yes, Mr. Akai." Shuichi Akai raised his hand to close the car door, and lowered his eyes to look at the iron nails scattered on the ground, this number was obviously wrong, it seemed that before their car came here, there should have been another car that had also suffered a puncture.

He took the cigarette case to the side of the roof, lit the cigarette, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number at the top.

As soon as the phone was connected, a familiar voice came from the other side, and his frown loosened slightly.

"Xiu, is something going on? Where you are, I'll go now. Judy Stelyn, who was sorting out recent documents in her office, was a little confused, she knew that her boyfriend wouldn't call for no reason during working hours to ask for her situation, so it was probably because something had happened and she needed her help.

"It's a little trouble, you drive to 54th Avenue to pick me up." Judy Styling didn't ask much, and after confirming the address, she quickly locked all the papers on the desktop into a drawer, and then grabbed her coat and left her workstation, stepping on her high heels and hurried towards the elevator.

Shuichi Akai, who hung up the phone, put one hand in his pocket and smoked a cigarette, he looked up at the dripping rain by the eaves with drooping eyelids, and it was good to smoke a cigarette on a rainy night...... It's just a little cold.

Da, da, da. There was a sound of footsteps beside him, and Akai Shu looked at it with one side of his head, only to find that the person who came turned out to be an acquaintance.

How did he end up here?

"FBI, I didn't expect to meet you in a place like this." Fujiwara pulled the corners of his mouth to show the slightest insincere smile, he looked at the Mercedes-Benz sedan that was slowly leaving, and said three words that were very inadequate: "...... Congratulations. There is a little bit of schadenfreude hidden in these words.

Akai Shu has long been accustomed to Krell liking himself, he still maintains a calm poker face on his face, his eyes look at the car with a collapsed tire across the street, as if deliberately flicking cigarette ash in someone's direction: "You're welcome, and thank you for contributing to the auto repair industry in the United States." Fujiwara Yo, who did not have an advantage in lip service, walked to the side in disgust, and after dodging the cigarette ash that drifted down the wind, he also followed the example of Akai Shuichi and stood under the eaves to light a cigarette.

The conversation came to an abrupt end in silence, neither of them opened their mouths to ask each other what they meant by being here, and they maintained an odd silence until a black Chevrolet suburban stopped in front of them, and Judy Stelin, who rolled down the window, looked at the two who were smoking, and said in a strange tone: "Xiu, how do you get along with ...... Mr. Crell together? Fujiwara Yu didn't expect that the person who came to pick up Akai Shuichi turned out to be a female investigator, with short straight blond hair and very capable, light blue drooping eyes and black old black-framed glasses, this investigator's taste is quite special.

He glanced strangely at something on Shuichi Akai's chest, and then at a part of the female investigator...... Heh, it turns out that this thing wasn't contaminated by the FBI playing HORAP.

He pulled the back seat of the car, sat in unceremoniously, rolled down the window and looked at Shuichi Akai, who was still standing outside, and said in a weird manner: "Is Akai Investigator preparing to go back on foot?" I didn't expect you to have a habit of getting wet in the rain. Akai pursed his lips and didn't reply, he got into the co-pilot's seat with a blank face, raised his hand and quickly pulled out the cigarette that Krell was still holding in his mouth before fastening the safety belt.

After catching a hint of surprise on someone's face, he curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and stuffed the other's cigarette into the car ashtray along with his own.

As if remembering something, he turned to look at Krell and asked in a deep voice, "Didn't you drive me away this time?" Mr. CIA Agent. ”

"This is not Japan, I'm not as domineering as you think." Fujiwara Yu lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to edit the email and sent it to Yoon Sen Hondo, who had to help him recover the car that couldn't be driven, and the contents of the car had been properly disposed of when he got out of the car.

Judy Stelyn looked at the two curiously, it was the first time she had seen her boyfriend meet people

"Competing against each other", is there any holiday between these two people? But Xiu Ming had helped him before, and if the relationship was very bad, he shouldn't have reached out to help clean up the mess.

You must know that it is not easy to avoid the eyeliner laid by Schindler's company, and Xiu also worked for this for a long time at that time, and spent a lot of energy to give Sawada Hiroki and his father a new identity.

"What do you call it?" Fujiwara Yu smiled politely at the female investigator with a very good attitude.

"I'm Judy Styling." Judy paused, and after receiving Xiu's hint in the eyes, she asked as she started the car, "Why is Mr. Krell here, is he on leave?" Fujiwara Yoru's gaze swept somewhere, he leaned his weight on the wings of his seat, and his voice was full of regret: "Well, it's true that I'm here for a vacation, but something unpleasant happened in the middle of the way, and I didn't watch the musical "Goldenapple" as a ...... Hey, Investigator Judy, you should think it's a pity, right? ”goldenapple。

Judy Stelin's left eyelid jumped, and she realized that the ticket stub she was pressing under the glasses case was seen by Krel.

But how did Krell target Sharon Wynyard, could it be that the CIA is also ...... Shuichi Akai didn't move and stuffed the ticket stub pressed under the glasses case, and directly changed the subject: "If you're on vacation, do you want to have a drink in the evening?" ”

"Okay, I'm happy to accompany you."

"Judy, you take him back to the apartment, I still have some personal matters to take care of, send me to Halson's side."

"Huh? Back to our apartment? Judy Stelin's eyes widened in surprise, she didn't understand what Xiu was doing, and it really ...... to take the suspicious man back to their safe house All right?

Akai Shuichi guessed Judy's concerns, he played with the matchbox in his hand, and said, "It's okay, you remember to entertain him with bourbon and Scotland, this kid doesn't like rye." ”

"Oh, okay." Sitting in the back seat of the car is called

The "child" Fujiwara Yu stared at the half-moon eyes, he clasped his hands around his chest and was silent, he always felt that he had created a perfect time to let the two FBIs show a wave of affection in front of his eyes.

Our apartment? Heh, boring.