Mr. Byers.
Fujiwara Tetsu walked lightly to the window, looking at the bright moon in the sky through the window, and speaking into his phone. The person calling him was Deputy Director Byers of the CIA.
"Adam, I have a mission for you."
"Please speak."
"Not long ago, CIA headquarters was infiltrated, and important documents were stolen."
"CIA headquarters? Something was stolen?" Fujiwara Tetsu found it incredible. You're the CIA headquarters, and you were easily infiltrated by someone?
Byers said somewhat awkwardly: "The other party used an easy method to become a high-ranking CIA officer, and using an unknown method to issue commands allowed her to infiltrate the headquarters."
"She was discovered by CIA headquarters personnel during her withdrawal, and a brief exchange made her flee. That brief contact confirmed that she is a considerably shrewd expert."
Fujiwara Tetsu grasped the key point: "She?" In English, "he" and "she" are two different words.
"Mm, although she successfully disguised herself as a man, and acted very convincingly, she exposed her habits during the escape. According to our surveillance footage analysis, this is a woman."
Byers' words immediately made Fujiwara Tetsu think of Vermouth. But Fujiwara Tetsu quickly dismissed that idea. In this world, there were definitely more people who could use disguise than just Vermouth, Yukiko Kudo, and Kaitou Kid. There must be other experts.
It wasn't that Fujiwara Tetsu looked down on Vermouth; "937" was simply suggesting that with Vermouth's level, she couldn't directly infiltrate the CIA headquarters and then manage to retreat completely while being pursued by agents from all sides. However, Vermouth was best at acting. If Vermouth had infiltrated the CIA, she shouldn't have been exposed.
"Why are you calling me? Is there intelligence indicating that the invader is in Beika?"
"That's right, not long ago we received a report from the Beika Public Security Bureau. The Beika Public Security Headquarters also experienced a similar incident, and we can confirm it was the same person."
"The same person? That's indeed an expert. To be able to continuously infiltrate the CIA and Beika Public Security Headquarters in a very short time, this cannot be simple. There must have been a complete plan prepared in advance."
Fujiwara Tetsu sat by the window, feeling somewhat interested.
"Precisely because she's an expert, we need you to personally take action. Adam, you are now the supervisor of the Beika branch. You are fully responsible for this matter, and you can mobilize anyone in Beika under your command."
Byers' words made Fujiwara Tetsu somewhat puzzled. Schlesinger, that old geezer, actually relinquished authority? From what I know of Schlesinger, he's someone with an extreme hunger for power. He shouldn't be letting go of power so easily.
Just like before, he clearly delegated authority to himself, but he would still bypass himself to order other CIA members on the Beika side. This time, he completely bypassed himself and handed over all authority to himself. This made Fujiwara Tetsu somewhat curious.
Thinking about these things, Fujiwara Tetsu replied: "Understood. I will send someone to investigate. How much was lost from headquarters?"
"Some CIA operatives whose identities have been exposed are likely in danger." The call ended, and Fujiwara Tetsu pondered.
He actually didn't care much for this mission. For the current Fujiwara Tetsu, he was no longer an undercover agent who needed to lie low, but a supervisory officer. Therefore, identity exposure was not a big deal for him. The most frightening thing about identity exposure was when one was deeply undercover, and then after exposure, they were easily framed due to intelligence errors. Plus, being in the enemy's lair, the difficulty of surviving was greatly increased.
"But the necessary appearances still have to be made. Let's just pretend to investigate." Fujiwara Tetsu murmured, then took out his phone and began to assign tasks to his subordinates.
Being a supervisor is comfortable! You don't have to do anything yourself, just say a word to your subordinates, and someone will get it done. If it were still his time as an agent before, then all this investigation and interview work would have to be done personally.
CIA Headquarters. Byers was in Schlesinger's office, making another call.
"Have the assignments been given?"
"Mm, this time the incident was sudden. According to your instructions, before giving Adam that more important mission, I first let him handle this matter."
Byers stood up straight and said.
"This time, I gave Adam some authority. I want him to truly feel the beauty of power. I hope that after tasting this beauty of power, he can be a little smarter, and that old geezer will work for me."
"If he does well, I will give him opportunities, put him in higher positions, and let him control the lives and deaths of more people. If he doesn't listen, then disobedient people can only be cured."
Schlesinger's speaking speed was very slow, but Byers instinctively shivered. He understood that this conversation was actually Schlesinger trying to intimidate him. Do well, and you can also become director in the future. If you don't do well, you might inexplicably disappear.
The CIA was best at this kind of thing. Byers felt Schlesinger's ambition. He was no longer content with the position of CIA director.
"Director, I know what to do."
"Good, go. Keep an eye on this matter."
"What about those exposed agents?"
"First, let's see the situation. If they are truly completely exposed, then the agents whose information was stolen will be ranked, and we'll see which ones are worth spending resources to rescue."
Schlesinger continued after a pause: "... If they are not worth saving, then let them fend for themselves. Once they join the CIA, they should be prepared to die for their country."
...
Tokyo, a coffee shop near Ikebukuro. Amuro Tooru was smiling as he sent off a guest. As the last guest left, he looked at the empty coffee shop, preparing to pack up and leave. At this moment, his phone rang.
"What? Classified information was stolen?"
Amuro Tooru's pupils widened. "The other party is an expert. Even CIA headquarters was infiltrated by her. Furuya, you need to be prepared."
"I understand."
"The stolen information is encrypted. I don't know how long it will take them to decrypt it, but if we can get the information back before they decrypt it, there's still a chance."
"Mm, I will activate my own resources and try to get the news."
He hung up the phone. Amuro Tooru took a deep breath and punched the wall beside him. "Damn it, all these years of hard work, am I going to lose it all?"
The stolen information happened to contain other undercover information. If the information was exposed, his identity as an undercover agent in the Black Organization would also be exposed. The Black Organization would definitely pursue and kill him, and his goal of finding the mastermind BOSS would also fail.
"Things are getting troublesome." Amuro Tooru covered his face with his hand, speaking painfully.
...
"Fujiwara-kun, you have to accompany me to see an old classmate. It's really taking up your time, and some things came up suddenly, so I have to make a trip."
On the road in Maebashi City, Gunma Prefecture, Yukiko Kudo was driving a Toyota Camry, speeding down the road.
"It's no trouble at all. I can always accompany Sister Yukiko wherever you go."
"Since you put it that way, I feel even worse. Do you want to have a drink together tonight?"
"Sounds great, no problem. How could I refuse Sister Yukiko's invitation to drink? But what kind of sudden situation requires you to make a trip?" Fujiwara Tetsu asked with a smile.
"He's a classmate from junior high school named Mura-kun. His academic performance was very good back then, and he ended up getting into a pretty good university after his exams."
"After graduating from university, he returned to Gunma Prefecture. He somehow caught the eye of a local rich family and married into the Fukuyama family."
"Not long ago, his wife passed away, and all of the Fukuyama family's assets went to his wife. But he received a bullet threat."
Fujiwara Tetsu immediately said, "Then someone probably wants the Fukuyama family's assets to fall into the hands of outsiders, so they're using threats."
"Mm, I think so too. Since Mura-kun, ahem, now called Fukuyama, invited me to help solve the case, then I must personally take action..."
Fujiwara Tetsu, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the excited expression on Yukiko Kudo's face and knew that she was completely enjoying the thrill. This woman really had a childlike innocence.
Not long after, everyone arrived at a luxurious mansion. A plump man walked out of the house. Upon seeing Yukiko Kudo, he laughed loudly: "Yukiko, it's been almost twenty years, hasn't it? You were already the most famous beauty in our school back in junior high. Now you're even prettier, and more charming!"
"When I heard you got married and retired from acting, many people felt heartbroken. Oh, right, is this your son?" The man looked at Fujiwara Tetsu and asked with a smile.
Fujiwara Tetsu was speechless. What is this old geezer talking about? How do I look like Yukiko's son!
Yukiko covered her mouth, her eyes full of amusement, and said: "This is not my son, he's Fujiwara Tetsu. Fukuyama, you didn't recognize him?"
Fukuyama thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Oh, I remember now! I kept wondering why he looked so familiar. So he's our great hero!"
Just then, the old butler behind Fukuyama whispered something in his ear. Fukuyama's expression immediately changed, and he said enthusiastically, "Mr. Fujiwara has arrived, bringing honor and glory."
Fujiwara Tetsu raised an eyebrow, politely nodding and greeting him. The old butler's words just now, though quiet, were still clearly audible to Fujiwara Tetsu, who had excellent hearing. He had told Fukuyama about Fujiwara's family identity. It must be said that the Fujiwara family's status was very influential in both political and economic circles.
"This is Miss Kishi English." "The famous queen of the legal world, I've heard so much about you." "You flatter me."
After greeting them, the few people entered the mansion.
Yukiko couldn't wait to ask, "Fukuyama, why did you suddenly think of asking me to help you solve the case?"
"Yukiko, isn't your husband a famous mystery novelist? And your son is a famous detective in Kanto. So if I'm having trouble with these detectives, why don't I just ask you for help?"
"Did you call the police?"
"I did, but the police couldn't find anything either."
After everyone sat down on the sofa in the living room, chatting for about half an hour, Fukuyama stood up and said, "Excuse me, I have a video conference every day at this time. You all chat among yourselves, I'll be right back."
"Mr. Fujiwara and Miss Kishi, I'm truly sorry for neglecting you."
Fukuyama greeted them all and walked into the study.
"This Fukuyama fellow, he seems to be completely unfazed by that death threat." Kishi English took a sip of tea and said.
Yukiko frowned slightly: "If he's unfazed by that threat, then what's there to be scared of?" Yukiko's expression was a little displeased. She knew long ago that the other party didn't care at all, so why did she bother running all the way here?
Fujiwara Tetsu smiled: "Actually, the reason is simple."
Seeing that both Yukiko and Kishi English were looking at him expectantly, he said: "...Looking at this mansion, and knowing the Fukuyama family has quite a bit of assets, I estimate..."
is in the tens of billions of Japanese Yen."
"Fukuyama married into the Fukuyama family as a live-in son-in-law. His wife was the former head of the Fukuyama family, so he was surely managed very strictly and couldn't do many things."
"Now that his wife is dead, he has inherited the family assets and is in high spirits. Sister Yukiko was a beauty in school back then, and also a famous movie star."
"What do you think he invited Sister Yukiko to his home for? He must be seeing if he has a chance to make advances. The way he was looking at Sister Yukiko just now revealed everything."
Yukiko's delicate brows furrowed: "His gaze just now was a bit disgusting, but I didn't think much of it. If he has such intentions, then we won't stay here. Let's go."
After Fujiwara Tetsu's explanation, combined with her own observations, Yukiko found this reason perfectly reasonable.
Just then—
"—Bang!—"
A gunshot suddenly rang out from upstairs.
Fujiwara Tetsu, holding his teacup, paused.
"Damn it, have I been infected by that Conan guy too? People die wherever I go, right? What bad luck!"
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