Sente Eiji's Black Friday

The fat old gentleman in front of me is named Totsukawa Kozo, a high-ranking public security officer and a close friend of the old man in my family.

Five years ago, when I was 16 years old, I was taken home from a slum by an old man, and then I ran away from home and came to Tokyo within a few days. The helpless old man entrusted me to teach Totsukawa.

Three years ago, I entered the Black Organization as an undercover agent under the identity of a free person on the surface, but in fact I was a public security police officer of the National Police Agency. The direct contact person was Mr. Totsukawa.

Having said that, it is almost time to introduce the old man in my family, that is, the mysterious old man who is my grandfather in this world in terms of blood.

My cheap grandfather is named Natsume Soseki, he is a bold old man who still learns how young people play with superpowers.

He used to be a senior official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. After retiring, he became interested in walking around with super powers, but he refused to admit that this was a sign that he had become a boring old man. Instead, he said that he was Protecting Yokohama.

Okay, whatever you like, it's better to be busy with something than to think about asking me to go home and inherit the family business every day.

Although I also have Yokohama-specific superpowers—no, as a native of Yokohama, should I follow suit? ——But I really have no interest in protecting Yokohama.

Because to be honest, the bigger cities still practice the separation of powers, why day, night and night are guarded by three organizations respectively... Tsk, it doesn't work at all!What is there to protect in such a city! ?

Can the pattern be opened up a bit?Don't talk about guarding a city, Mr. Eiji, I control the daimyo of the country of fire, and I am the man who controls the most powerful country in the mainland!

Not to mention that Grandpa Cheap still thinks that the three-moment concept he made is very good!He wants me to keep guarding the pile of stalls for him!

Tolerable or unbearable.

So, I, Eiji-sama, the world's strongest (true) who dominates the entire ninja world, ran away from home at the age of 16.

—By the way, there is one thing I haven't had time to say yet?

Although you may have already found out, just in case, let me say something straight to the point!

That's me in this world, I haven't lost the memory of my [main body]!

Was it unexpected?Surprised?

I was pleasantly surprised myself!Because in this way, I don't need to work hard to find my [most cherished thing] like myself in other worlds!I know that what I cherish the most is Konoha, nothing can match it!

So I have actually always regarded this peaceful world as a vacation spot.

It is also because of this that I don't want to be trapped in that one-acre land in Yokohama, guarding that city that doesn't even have the will to light a fire—the only city worthy of my protection is Konoha!

It's like a foreigner who goes on a trip is not interested in the name of the local mayor - he can relax, have fun, make a few friends, and have a few romances in a resort, but care about the mayor?

Hehe, it's not that I'm sick in my head.

To sum up, I, who had high hopes from the cheap grandpa but really didn't want to be the mayor (bushi), left a letter to the cheap grandpa like this, and wandered around with my luggage on my back.

However, in this society ruled by law, it is impossible to let a 16-year-old boy who has not gone to school run around.

In particular, my cheap grandfather is also known as a "legendary superhuman" and has served as a high-ranking official in the Ministry of the Interior. His connections are so powerful that he found me in a short while.

But after all, he is a wise and enlightened old man. When he heard that I "wanted to venture outside", he was very pleased to entrust me to Mr. Totsukawa and let me follow him to contribute to this country.

I:"……"

Just, I, a Konoha person, really don't care about the neon lights, Oji-chan.

It's a pity that Ouji-chan didn't hear my voice, and set a small goal for me, "Since you have entered the police system, you should become the police chief!"

I:"…………"

Fine.

Eiji-sama, who is filial to my elders, agreed with tears, and then I began to work as a cow and a horse for Mr. Totsukawa.

It wasn't long before I went undercover in the Black Organization.

It is really a bitter tear to say.

I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes (smoke from the poisonous gas and the explosion), ignored the teacher's order and waited for the doctor to see me, and took the lead in disassembling Gin Jiu's phone, crushing all the unused things inside.

— Does anyone know if there is a tracker in it?

It is impossible to have a bug, because I know that the man Gin Jiu is as controlling as I am, and he will not allow himself to be monitored.

After that, I used the computer brought in the teacher's car, connected the core components of the phone, and started to restore the files that he had recently deleted.

It didn't matter, I was almost scared to death by a photo kept in his encrypted file vault.

The photo seemed to be taken secretly by him, and the picture was a little blurry, but I recognized it at a glance.

In that photo, the 13-year-old me was holding a ignorant-looking orange-haired boy in my arms, surrounded by a group of children happily, smiling like scissorhands.

...But can this alone confirm that I am an undercover agent?

I couldn't figure it out, and finally had to send this photo to Grandpa Cheap.

No one knows better than him what happened in Yokohama.

Sure enough, Mr. Soseki soon sent back a message: [The kid in your arms has recently joined the port Mafia. ]

……what.

I sighed dumbfoundedly.

That's the case, no wonder Gin is so interested in the recent cooperation between the organization and the port Mafia.

If I knew my surname "Natsume" from that child, and if I "disappeared" suddenly one day, then it is really possible to suspect that I am a police officer.

After all, the style of the police has always been so mysterious.

But is it possible that Gin guy can't convict me based on just a photo?

Although he is indeed such a character who would rather kill by mistake than let it go, but I'm not boasting, I think I still have some weight in his heart?How could he do it indiscriminately?

Not reconciled, I continued to check his mobile phone to the bottom, but I had to admit that his mobile phone could prove that I was an undercover agent... No, the only thing that could prove that I hid something when I joined the organization was the photo.

"That guy really killed me without fundamental evidence?!" I muttered to myself in disbelief.

"Are you sure he wants to kill you?" Teacher Totsukawa just got into the car at this time, and asked me a little strangely after hearing this sentence.

I was quiet for a while.

"If I restore the trajectory of his first shot, and his unbelievable expression when I countered..."

I spoke slowly, my voice getting smaller and smaller, "At first...it seemed...he just wanted to arrest me for interrogation...is it?"

"..."

Teacher Totsukawa's face darkened.

Before he yelled at me, I seized the time to excuse myself with a guilty conscience: "But, it can't be my fault! Who told him to have such a character of not saying a word of nonsense to traitors, and shooting as soon as he comes up! I see him I've watched it eight times, if not ten times, to deal with the traitors, and it's completely understandable to be misled..."

"You are completely misled by your own inertial thinking, you idiot! How can you not call yourself an undercover agent! Have you forgotten everything I taught you before?!"

"I didn't—hey! Hey, don't hit me! If you beat me up, no one will be an undercover agent for you!"

"I hit you brat! Don't think I don't know. You have always looked down on the people in the black organization. From the beginning, you have taken the undercover as a game and never taken it seriously! That's why you made such a low-level mistake. !!"

"Who made those guys too weak! Master Eiji, I'm—oh!!"

"I told you not to reflect on yourself! I told you to be stubborn!!"

"Reflection, rethinking! I'm really rethinking!!—Wait, the people from the organization will be here soon, please let everyone speed up!!"

"what?!"

The fight between me and my old and vigorous teacher came to an abrupt end.

I stared at the computer in front of me as if facing an enemy, and nodded with a serious face: "This is a text message I recovered from Gin Jiu's cell phone. It seems that the cautious man had already ordered vodka before he came to see me, let him Keep an eye on this factory. Now that there's such a big commotion, Vodka might have gone to call someone—"

"Why didn't you say such an important thing earlier!!" My teacher blew his beard and stared at me angrily.

I pouted aggrievedly: "It takes time to restore the text messages, I just saw it too..."

Before I could finish my sentence, there was a sudden gunshot in the distance.

The teacher and I looked at each other, he frowned, and immediately got out of the car to direct the scene: "Go! Since you haven't been exposed, you can't be discovered by those people now! ——Did you drive here?"

"No, I came here on foot, and I used the spell when I entered the factory—I mean, without being noticed by anyone."

I knew that the matter was urgent, so I put away the core components of Ginjiu's mobile phone, and said at a faster pace, "Teacher, what about Ginjiu?"

"I can only search as much as possible." The teacher looked at the sea of ​​flames that had not been extinguished in the distance, and frowned tightly, "Did you leave any traces of yourself when you fought with him?"

"I didn't shed a drop of blood. The bullets are only for the police. The knife that is easy to leave fingerprints has also been taken back." I quickly promised.

The teacher nodded and waved to me urgently: "Go!"

He paused, then added in a deep voice: "Send me a message when you are safe, and I will send you the content of the mobile phone analysis."

I smiled at him, turned around and walked away quickly.

"—the gin was killed."

An indistinguishable voice came from the loudspeaker.

The blue-haired young man stood in the interrogation room, his eyelids twitched when he heard this, and he strongly denied it: "Impossible!"

"That's the truth, Cognac," said the voice calmly.

The young man frowned in displeasure: "Lum, you know how powerful my elder brother is..."

"Last night, Gin sent a message to Vodka saying that he was going to meet a person, and asked him to follow him to a factory in the suburbs, then let Vodka stand outside, and walked in by himself."

Rum interrupted him coldly, unable to hear the emotional explanation.

"Who was that person who met him?" The young man reacted quickly and immediately asked, "Did you see the vodka? Did you leave a picture? Did you investigate?"

"I haven't finished." Rum said lightly, "Vodka didn't see the second person go in besides Gin, because the police arrived soon after, they surrounded the factory and detonated the chemical tanks in the factory .”

"If Vodka hadn't called someone in time, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to snatch Gin's body back."

"..."

The pupils of the young man narrowed slowly, and a layer of terrible gloom appeared on his face.

He was originally a handsome man, with handsome facial features, a firm and straight nose, and an amazing affinity when he smiled, and he could quickly gain the favor of people around him.

It was precisely because of his talent that Rum wanted to train him to be an excellent spy, so that a person like him with a smile as bright as the sun could not touch the darkness and lurk around for the organization.

But at this moment, when the young man withdrew his smile and showed such a cruel expression as if a beast had been provoked, Rum suddenly realized in his sudden fear that this man had already been soaked in darkness.

"There are police undercover agents in the organization."

As the man said this, his cold blue eyes were dark, and there was a kind of indescribable terror.

Rum was cold and silent for a while, and then pressed the microphone again: "Do you have a clue?"

The young man sneered, with a daunting ruthlessness in his tone: "I will."

"...Your task is still focused on being an undercover agent. Didn't you sabotage the deal between the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Black Dragon-gumi last night? Now they can only choose us. You have done a good job."

The expression of the blue-haired young man remained unchanged, as if he didn't realize that the reason Rum was able to accurately tell his whereabouts last night was because he suspected and investigated himself:

"This level is nothing, as long as the organization needs it, I can do better. Compared to this, I want to apply to investigate who the mouse that killed my brother is—"

"Have you forgotten that only me, Gin and that lord have seen your real body?" Rum's tone also cooled down, "Don't forget what the organization and training you want you to do, Cognac!"

The blue-haired young man clenched his palms, his lips trembled unsteadily a few times, and finally bowed his head in submission: "...Yes, Rum."

Rum's face softened slightly, and he watched through the one-way glass the good seedlings he had cultivated with all his painstaking efforts, and comforted him in a soft voice:

"I know you want to avenge Gin, but if Gin is still there, he will definitely make you focus on the task... Your job is over, take a few days off after you leave, the next undercover job I'll send you the content later."

The young man's face turned pale, and a trace of pain finally emerged from the expression he had been covering up with ruthlessness: "...Yes, I understand."

He said a few more words to Rum before turning around and leaving the interrogation room, but before he was about to leave, he turned his head back with some hesitation: "Can I...can I take another look at Brother?"

The room was quiet for a while, and then a cold mechanical voice sounded: "It's better not to look at it. Gin Jiu's body was rescued from the sea of ​​fire."

"...That's it."

The young man shook his body and left in a daze.

Behind the one-way glass, Rum crossed a certain name on the list, and said to himself, "I just said that my people can't be undercover agents..."

After a moment.

Natsume Eiji returned to his safe house, and sent a message to the upline with a cold expression——

[Gin is not dead. ]

A few days later, Cognac's next job was sent by Rum.

At that time, Natsume Eiji was racking his brains thinking about how to assassinate Gin - this is a matter of course, wouldn't he be exposed when Gin woke up! ——As a result, after he clicked on Rum's message, he was so shocked that he almost screamed.

The email read:

[The next task is to sneak into the Japanese public security organization. ]