One step to the sky, Jack would never have imagined that the position of director of the CIA could not fall on his head no matter how he thought about it.

In front of him, there are still a lot of competitors.

One of them was his immediate boss, John.

Jack wanted John to rise up, and then promote himself to the position of head of the Japanese Bureau.

Don't look at it as the sub-director, but when you go to that position, you can be regarded as holding great power and controlling all the CIA agents in Japan.

Jack usually doesn't want those things, and when the opportunity arises, he naturally wants to become the sub-director.

But he knew in his heart that his brain was not enough to participate in the affairs of the upper position, so he wanted to ask Chiyo Morimoto to see if there was a good way for him to move to the top.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

Chiyo Morimoto knew it in his heart.

Jack's previous remarks about those things undoubtedly paved the way for the current question.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of behavior, compared to those leaders who only know empty pies, Jack at least really stuffs cakes into people's mouths to make people full.

Workers don't have too high requirements, they just want the people above not to paint empty cakes.

Jack taking over John's position can be said to be a good thing for the task force or for her.

It's better than parachuting in a leader you don't know at all.

"If you want to sit in the position of director at this time, you naturally need to make meritorious contributions.

You can try asking an informant if there's any new information to offer you. ”

Chiyo Morimoto didn't say his opinion directly, but just adopted a tactful strategy and asked him to find Emily to forge fake information, become the director first, and then find a way to verify or eliminate those fake information.

These words cannot be said too clearly on the phone.

Chiyo Morimoto didn't want to leave any evidence, lest he be implicated in the water after the matter was revealed.

"I see, that's what I said."

Jack was thoughtful.

Chiyo Morimoto felt a little sleepy in his heart, stretched his waist and said, "Then let's say so, I'll hang up first." ”

"Hmm."

Jack hung up, grabbed the square glass, and shook it, letting the ice inside hit the glass.

His eyes changed from hesitation to firmness, he raised his head and took a big sip, wanting to go further, only to come up with the performance of mixed water.

……

Shinjuku, Kabukicho 1-chome.

The Big Sheep Bar's signboard is neither conspicuous nor too flamboyant, draped in the shadows of the building, rejecting dusk.

A lonely sign stands in front of the staircase leading to the basement, and Jack, dressed in a light blue suit, steps down the alley and heads straight for the seemingly businessless bar.

He went down the stairs, turned a corner in the middle, and went down to a door.

Jack unscrewed the wooden door.

Inside the bar, soft music is played, but it is not intense, like a mountain stream flowing in the summer, revealing a bit of soft and pleasant music.

The cabinet behind the bar is lined with a variety of liquor with English names, as well as some Japanese shochu and Chinese liquor.

The entire basement covers a small area, is exquisitely furnished, and focuses on that high-end and elegant style, which can be said to be an upgraded version of an izakaya.

Didn't ask for a waiter.

The bar is all about bartenders and owners.

Jack walked over to the bar, sat down on the barstool, and smiled, "Have a whiskey on the rocks." ”

Katerina is wearing an ill-fitting bartender outfit, which makes people suspicious, and the next second she will tear her clothes and turn into King Kong Roar.

She poured a glass of whiskey, added ice, and set it at the bar.

The space inside the bar is wide, and Emily on the recliner is like a retired old lady, holding a newspaper.

Hearing the voice, Emily closed the newspaper and looked up, "Jack, what are you doing here?" ”

"The director of the CIA has been kidnapped by the KGB, and the White House wants to elect a new director."

Before she finished speaking, Emily rolled her eyes and said, "You don't want the position of director, do you?"

Don't dream about unreality. ”

Jack smiled wryly at her sharp remarks, knowing that the man was still angry about the fact that he had not been in contact before.

But he couldn't help it.

At that time, Director John repeatedly stated that he could not offend the eldest son of the Morgan consortium.

He could only pretend not to hear the sharpness in Emily's words, and continued: "I don't dare to think about the location of the General Bureau, the position of the sub-director is no problem.

As long as I can provide some important information at this time to get Director John in the position, he will promote me. ”

"What's the important information?"

"It's up to you to reason."

Jack looked expectant.

Emily rolled up the newspaper, she had a strict contact plan in place, and even the code words were ready.

But Dior's delay in showing up, and the inclusion of Hu Die in the Phoenix Courtyard in the list of friends, made Emily have to admit a sad truth.

He was just one of Dior's many friends.

Dio didn't have time to stare at her twenty-four hours a day.

There are only certain times when the CIA and the task force are prohibited from contacting them.

"If you don't make things clear, it's hard for me to have any information for you."

Through newspapers, YouTube, Douyin and other news channels, with a series of videos, Emily convinced her that the incident was related to Dior.

But Chiyo Morimoto has no connection.

She is used to being well-informed, and when no news enters her ears, her mood becomes troubled, and her speech is naturally sharp.

"Listen to me."

Jack hurriedly relayed what had happened to Emily.

As the time increased, so did the intelligence he obtained, more specific than in the afternoon.

For example, Gao Tianyuan planned to allocate 100 billion US dollars for post-disaster reconstruction, and the remaining 200 billion yuan continued to secretly implement Gao Tianyuan's plan.

There are also some issues related to changes in the Pentagon.

These things are considered to be the indirect effects of Dior, so the CIA also has to catch them.

In other words, what intelligence the CIA wants to capture, if they don't, how can they confirm that they have nothing to do with Dior?

"Bruno is a traitor, he is a KGB man, one of the participants in the Blaze program.

The design captures Director Keith, and it is likely that something about Dior has been leaked to the KGB.

After a heated discussion above, it was concluded that the allies should continue to be hidden.

They don't think the KGB will be able to abide by the MI6 treaty and share that important information. ”

"The crows of imperialism are generally black."

Emily commented, and her mind fell into deep thought again.

Dio actually chose to meddle in this matter, is there any purpose?

It stands to reason that Vincent's actions, for better or worse, could not threaten Dior.

What was it that made Dior choose to do it?

Was it his chosen friend who was threatened in that war?

But Hu Die was not in Washington at the time.

Or is it that all this development was actually expected by Dior, who wanted to complete some kind of ritual with the souls of the war dead.

Can the U.S. military and the evil ...... It seems that it does qualify.

Stirring up a war in a country, sacrificing a large number of souls, and finally forming a huge ritual pattern on the map, is the sixth condition for Dior to ascend to heaven?

Thinking of this speculation, Emily's eyes lit up and said, "You can submit the sixth condition for ascending to heaven to the above. ”

"You say."

Jack immediately lifted his spirits, and the matter about Dior was naturally the top priority.

Emily said what she thought, and Jack groaned, the matter was too big, "What if Dio's sixth condition isn't this?" ”

"Isn't it normal to have seven out of six conditions?"

Emily replied without changing her face.

Jack suddenly realized, drank all the whiskey in one go, and said in a deep voice, "I'll report to the top immediately." ”

"Wait."

Emily shouted.

Jack paused and asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

"You didn't pay the bill, a glass of 500,000 yen."

"So expensive?"

"Do you think the name of the Big Fat Sheep Bar is taken for nothing?"

Emily replied slowly.

The name of the Big Fat Sheep Bar means that whoever comes to the door to slaughter whom.

Dior is an exception.

Jack could only pay by card, and left in a hurry.

The bar is embraced by a beautiful melody again.

Emily didn't continue to read the newspaper in her hand, unwrapped the lollipop, and thought about Dior.

His influence on the world is deepening.

However, the entrance to the other world has not continued to appear recently, is it the monster that has weakened?

Or did Dior use the means of making amends to deepen the barrier between the two worlds?

Emily would love to go to the Otherworld again and talk to Griffith.

That was the second apostle she had encountered, besides Dior.

Although meeting may not necessarily have an impact on Dior, it is not the case with human beings.

I always like to do something useless, trying to wait for the useless thing to come into play in the future.

……

Night falls.

The Big Sheep Bar still doesn't have any customers today.

Emily yawned and took a pack of chocolates from the table and opened them, feeling that if she continued to lie down and eat chocolate like this, her slender little waist would gain a little fat.

But this decadent lifestyle makes Emily, who has nothing to do, want to stop.

As she thought in her head, the door to the bar opened, making a ding-dong sound different from the melody.

Caterina wiped her empty wine glass and looked to the door.

A familiar figure stepped in.

The man was 1.85 meters tall, with short blond hair standing up, like a thorn in the back of a porcupine.

The leather jacket was not pulled up, revealing a chest full of chest hair, and the trousers and military boots stepped on the ground, and the person looked very heroic.

"Drunkard."

Caterina pronounced the name, her eyes showing a hint of solemnity, and she glanced at the blonde man and the tall woman who followed closely behind.

Her body tensed, like a tiger whose territory had been invaded, and she roared, "You are not welcome here, get out!" ”

"Don't be so nervous, aren't we all Russians?"

The blonde man smiled, strode to the bar, sat down calmly, and smiled, "Hello, Miss Emily." ”

The long-lost Russian language made Emily so dazed that she could barely hear what the other party was saying.

The last time I heard Russian was the last time.

"Who are you?"

"Bruno Arndt."

When he took off his glasses, he no longer concealed the sharpness in his eyes, and he was full of confidence.

(End of chapter)