Unremarkable Alpaca King

Junichi Matsumoto stood under the streetlight by the side of the road in a bad mood after he returned from the search of the three departments again and again without success.

He looked at the clear and bright sky outside, and the chirping of cicadas from the trees on the side of the road made him feel even more irritable. The danger was quietly approaching before he knew it.

Shun Matsumoto lowered his eyes halfway, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.The sapphire blue cigarette case is a light-flavored cigarette that is popular in the market recently. The taste of this kind of cigarette is so light that it is almost non-existent. It is more suitable for some novices who have just learned to smoke.

Even if this kind of cigarette is smoked too much, it will not do that much harm to the body. After all, Matsumoto Junichi still cherishes his life, although smoking is indeed damaging his lungs.

"Sure enough, you still can't find out?" Matsumoto took a puff of his cigarette, his black eyes dimmed.Perhaps, they had already planned to attack him, when he was collecting evidence of Mr. Matsumoto's crime.

Matsumoto Tadajiro, a congressman who is in the limelight now, has a pretty good reputation among the people, and has been going smoothly since he took office.Basically, the guys who wanted to fight against Mr. Matsumoto didn't end well. Anyone with eyes could see the wrong cases, but in the end they all ended in disasters or suicides.

Who would have thought that Senator Matsumoto, whom Yokote Yoshida wanted to please in order to get rid of the black organization, had secretly colluded with this organization for decades.In the end, Yokote's self-important backer was nothing but a pusher to hasten his own death.

But such a man is his biological father. Junichi Matsumoto threw the burnt cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. He raised his head as if he sensed something, and fixed his eyes on the brown-red haired man walking towards him. man.

"Hello." The man, about thirty years old, wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, nodded slightly at him after noticing his gaze.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Junichi Matsumoto?" The man stopped two steps away from him, looked directly at him with blue eyes, and said his name accurately.

"Oh?" Song Beishun narrowed his eyes vigilantly, and an inexplicable light flashed in the long and narrow fox eyes.He stood lazily, with his collar slightly open, and a smile on his lips.

"who are you?"

"I..." Just when Oda Sakunosuke was about to explain his reason for coming, his body suddenly paused. In his field of vision, he saw Matsumoto Junichi who was shot in the head together with himself.

"Get out of the way——" Inseparable was triggered, and Odasaku grabbed Matsumoto Junichi's hand without hesitation and then dodged to the side.In the next second, a bullet hit the position where they had just stood.

The bullet was inserted straight into the ground, and one can imagine that if he hadn't dodged at that time, the force of the bullet would be enough to directly penetrate his skull.

Oda Sakunosuke raised his head and looked up at the tall building not far away. The magnification lens on the sniper reflected a dazzling white light under the sunlight.

"Did you do it so openly?" Matsumoto Junichi pulled out a sarcastic smile, "Is the person behind it so impatient?"

It's just that they don't know whether the person behind this refers to the gangster organization in black, or the father who is furious when he finds out that he is a "white-eyed wolf" who eats inside and out.

"Let's get out of here first." Odasaku pulled Matsumoto out of the blind spot of the sniper's vision, while watching the surrounding vigilantly.

Junichi Matsumoto knew that now was not the time to speak, so he followed Odasaku without struggling and fled all the way to a place where there were fewer crowds.Along the way, they encountered not only economic theory, but also desperadoes rushing up with bombs in their arms.

However, all of these were avoided one by one under the seamless and precise prompt.

"Are you from the police?" Because he was not used to interacting with strangers, Matsumoto Junichi frowned watching Odasaku grab his hand, "Your police are really quick. "

It was obviously a compliment, but when I heard it from a guy like Junichi Matsumoto, I always felt a sense of sarcasm.

"No, I'm not someone sent by the police." Odasaku held Matsumoto Junichi behind him, and he knocked out the two men in black who rushed forward with his movements. You take it back."

"Yuegang?" Matsumoto Junyi raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the name of Yuegang passerby, and the smile on his mouth became a little more sincere. Matsumoto, who knew that he was not strong enough to fight, stood aside obediently. It does not hinder Odasaku from showing his skills.

Seeing the movement of Oda Saku just knocking people out, Matsumoto squinted his eyes but didn't say anything, his eyes glanced at the two old-fashioned guns that Oda pinned to his waist, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"I'm curious." Matsumoto Jun glanced at the men in black all over the place, and raised his eyes to look directly into Odasaku's eyes, "Are you a person with the same supernatural power as Tsukioka?"

"Ah." Unexpectedly, this man nodded and admitted directly after hearing his impolite question, "We are indeed in the same group."

"Eh? Can I apply to join? After all, I have also provided Tsukioka with a lot of evidence of Matsumoto Jiro's crimes." Matsumoto Junichi showed high interest at this time, and he raised his hand, like an excellent student who was about to answer the teacher's question.

"Although I don't have supernatural powers, I'm good at logistics."

"I'm afraid this won't work." Odasaku thought for a few seconds and shook his head to refuse.

"If you want to join, Tsukioka will definitely be the first to object."

"That's really like his character." Junichi Matsumoto didn't feel any discouragement, he nodded in agreement, but he still didn't give up the idea in his heart.Of course, he will not give up the way to further understand the world of Yuegang passers-by.

The atmosphere of Matsumoto Junichi and Odasaku can be said to be good, but Tsukioka, who was supposed to enjoy the holiday in the apartment, was not happy at all.

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"Do you know what you're talking about?" Tsukioka Passerby looked sullenly at the FBI who was swaggering on the sofa opposite him and enjoying the fruit tea made by Kenji Hagiwara himself.

"Akai Shuichi used to be an undercover agent, you should know what an undercover exposure means, right?"

"Of course this is not a gratuitous exchange." Akai Hideo didn't care about Tsukioka's murderous gaze, and he took a sip of fruit tea calmly, "The FBI will also provide Japanese police with undercover information. It is a win-win cooperation."

"Win-win." Yuegang Passerby took a sip of the tea in front of him, and when he put down the cup, he made a loud noise due to the force.This is enough to prove how bad Yuegang Passerby is in a bad mood now.

"The undercover you provided is not your FBI's own undercover at all, is it?" Tsukioka twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Akai Shuichi's green eyes with a half-smile, and sneered mockingly.

"Exchanging undercover information from other countries' departments for Japanese police undercover information is a win-win situation. No matter which side loses, it will not affect the interests of your FBI."

"Maybe you need it too?" Akai Hideichi lowered his eyes and stared at the floating mint leaves in the cup, "In the case of one more undercover information, it will be beneficial and not harmful to you."

"Beneficial and harmless." The passer-by Yuegang chewed these four words several times back and forth, but agreed to the exchange of undercover information during the exchange of eyes with Akai Shuichi.

"Yokohama Cocktail, Amazawa Tsuruichi." Tsukioka passer-by reluctantly replied: "You should have heard his name in the organization, right?"

"I understand." Akai Hideichi raised his hand and put the headset on his ear, "I'll bring back the information later, I guessed it before, but I'm not sure...Okay, I understand."

"Then what about your sincerity?" Passer-by Tsukioka knocked on the table impatiently, interrupting Shuichi Akai's contact with the FBI superiors, "Should you hand it over to us now?"

"Keil, Rena Mizumu." Shuichi Akai took off the headset and put it in his pocket, "My real name is Hondo Ekai, and I'm an undercover agent of the CIA."

"You guys are really fast." A passer-by in Yuegang looked up at Hideyoshi Akai, "An undercover agent was just exposed, and the next informant was immediately found."

"...", Akai Hideichi sighed, and raised his hands in surrender to express his surrender. From entering the house to now, he has been ridiculed many times by passers-by in Tsukioka.He can be sure that some of them are obviously not his fault, but they are also forced on him.

"Now that the call has been turned off, there is no need to continue to be weird to me like acting?"

"Sorry." Apologizing, but the expression on Tsukioka's face showed no sincerity, "I can't be friendly to an FBI."

Akai Shuichi didn't speak. The familiar feeling of being targeted made him fall into deep thought. In fact, he always felt that he shouldn't be targeted everywhere in terms of his personality charm, right?

"But is it really okay for you to do this?" Yue Gang Passer-by leaned on the sofa and propped his head up, his tone a little curious, "Is it really good to hide this from your old employer?"

"Isn't it enough that the result will be good anyway?" Akai Hideichi is not a rigid person who plays by the rules, and on the premise of not harming his own side, he has no interest in such a struggle for these interests.

"Should you pay back the money you owe me?" Yuegang Passerby stared at Akai suspiciously, with a vigilant expression on his face, "You don't want to renege on your debt, do you?"

"That's not enough..." Akai Shuichi readily took out his wallet, and returned twice the money that Tsukioka Passer-by had borrowed.

Anyway, these expenses will be reported to the FBI's Finance Department at that time, so you don't have to pay for it yourself.

Tsukioka passers-by sent Akai Shuichi away, he glanced at Hagiwara and Matsuda who were poking around in the kitchen and chose to turn a blind eye for the time being.

When he turned on his phone, the first message he saw was a message from Sakunosuke Oda.

In the news, Odasaku briefly described the killers he and Matsumoto Junichi encountered along the way, and reminded Tsukioka that Matsumoto Junichi might be coming to entangle him.

Passer-by Yuegang: Help——, although he hasn’t seen anyone yet, Yuegang feels the hairs on his hands stand on end.

Sure enough, he was born allergic to Matsumoto Junichi.

Turning off the phone for a while, emoing briefly for a few minutes, Tsukioka Passerby turned on the phone again and contacted Tsuruichi Amazawa.

【You can start to act】

The other side quickly replied with a 【Understand】

As soon as Amazawa Tsuru, who was organizing the bar, put down his phone, he looked at Rena Mizumu, who was walking towards him with a somewhat unnatural expression, and showed a friendly smile.

Ah, I always feel that there are more undercover agents in the black organization than imagined.