I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

The same night, Tokyo.

Sakuma returned to the observation room next to the interrogation room. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his old colleague Huang Juan waiting inside.

"The anti-terrorism class is very enthusiastic." Sakuma said teasingly.

Ignoring Sakuma's amateur, Aramaki said directly: "I wonder, does this person know nothing about important information at all?"

"I think so too. We drank him so much, and he didn't say anything. At this time, I really hope that we really have the kind of universal Veritaserum in the movie."

"Isn't there a new compound in the technical department? It was given by the CIA, and I didn't try it?"

"I tried it a long time ago. It's not as effective as alcohol. It seems that Americans can't make Veritaserum more reliable than alcohol."

The potion that only tells the truth after eating it does not exist in reality, so humans will develop various torture techniques.

Sakuma looked at the "criminal" on the other side of the glass: "I think his defense has been destroyed by us long ago, and then he said everything we can say. What we want to know, he is true. I don’t know. Fortunately, it’s not completely unprofitable now, we at least know who we are fighting with."

Huang Juan was silent.

"What's the matter?" Sakuma asked.

There is a saying among them that if Huang Juan looks serious and contemplative, then bad things will happen afterwards.

"This organization," Huang Juan said, "Is it really just for fundraising? The CIA prints counterfeit money, KGB sells weapons, and both of them sell narcotics. South American drug lords can often get both CIA and KGB at the same time. Intelligence support, we are all familiar with these things.

"But what's the matter with this fundraising organization with such a heavy firepower?"

"Maybe... to make sure to grab the ground from Jidao?"

"Using... Deshka heavy machine gun?" Huang Juan frowned, "Ji Dao isn't that capable yet, right?"

In fact, Sakuma also felt that this was too ridiculous, so there is no need to use this thing in the best way.

"Maybe... these are the weapons originally intended to be handed over to the Communist Party? KGB wants to arm the Communist Party like they armed the Black Panther Party?"

Sakuma's speculation made Aramaki nod his head slightly: "This possibility cannot be ruled out. If it is true, then it is very intriguing that what prevented these things from being delivered. In addition, how these things flowed into Japan. Domestically, I also want to investigate thoroughly."

"I've been investigating it, but I think...it's not so easy for us to find the truth. If there is a mole, it must be a higher mole that is very good at hiding, just like the CIA's code-named bishop in the Kremlin. The same as the mole.

"To be honest, this is not an enemy we can pick out, so let the CIA take action."

Aramaki: "Is Japan really an independent country?"

"How can independent countries have foreign troops stationed?" Sakuma said jokingly.

He didn't worry about being put on shoes after the words were spread, because everyone said that, and the law does not blame the public.

"Then in this world, there are only five top-ranked countries that can be counted as independent countries. After all, only these five have no foreign troops." Huang Juan actually responded to this ridicule seriously.

"Did you miss India?" Sakuma asked.

"Sorry, mine." Huang Juan replied.

Then he brought the topic of deviation back to the original track: "I have a bad premonition. The mysterious message suddenly broadcast on their shortwave radio station yesterday made me feel confused."

"The price of the food? Didn't the people in the decoding department tell me. They compared the previously broadcast information and thought it was meaningless spam?"

"That's what they said," Huang Juan shook his head. "But when I think that when they were studying related knowledge in college, the passwords compiled by the people standing on the podium would be easily deciphered by the Americans. I don't think so. Reliable."

"Hahaha." Sakuma laughed.

It seems that no matter what industry you are in, those who run on-site like to sit in the office.

"In short, we have strengthened the defense of Tokyo's key nodes." After smiling, Sakuma said seriously.

Huang Juan: "Maybe the target will be civilians. This is a new phenomenon that has recently emerged in the world. It is not about holding civilians to meet their demands, but simply targeting civilians to spread terror."

"Is this crazy?" Sakuma was speechless. He is gongan, although he specializes in a different direction from Huang Juan, but paying attention to new trends around the world is also a homework he must do. Of course, he has also noticed the "new wind direction" Huang Juan said.

"It's not crazy, it's a sensible choice." Huang Juan said in a cold voice, "Compared with attacking heavily defended targets, the cost of attacking civilians is much lower. Compared with kidnapping, just install a bomb to make a lot of money. Casualties are much simpler.

"It will be like this, it is the result of purely rational choice. It is a compromise to reality after acknowledging one's weakness and trash."

Sakuma frowned, "You... are these guys black?"

"Yeah." Aramaki readily admitted, "This is a degradation. The CIA will also deliberately stigmatize the Black Panther Party, but soon these guys will become unnecessary to spend the budget to destigmatize .

"They will naturally not receive the support and sympathy of the general public. Such idiots will become innocuous, and the time has come when the people above can sleep peacefully.

"But correspondingly, it hurts us runners."

"No, no, we are also civil servants who have passed the highest-level examination, but the income is relatively low."

Sakuma didn't know that in a decade or so, civil servants would become the most envied group in Japan because of their stable and not low annual salary.

It's 1980, and Japan is standing on the threshold of a bubble era of drunken money, and the salaries of civil servants are simply not enough.

After ridiculing himself, Sakuma turned to gossip mode: "Have you heard that the Shiratori over there is going to be a consultant at Siling Heavy Industries."

Huang Juan curled his lips: "Is Shiratori going too? It's no surprise that both of his daughters have been admitted to private universities. I understand this choice, but I can't accept it."

"Hmph, you are Wannian single, of course you can stand by your duty handsomely. You and Goto from the mobile team are a perfect match."

"I don't know how to fish during working hours." Aranaki frowned and protested. "However, Goto-san is very capable of doing business, which I admire very much."

"A man who doesn't get married must have a strong business ability. Just as amazing as a virgin cartoonist."

Before the words were over, the door of the observation room opened. Sakuma's younger generation opened the door and came in from a distance, said "sorry" to Aramaki, and then whispered a few words directly in Sakuma's ear.

Sakuma was speechless: "Are you sure?"

"What's the matter?" Huang Juan looked at him suspiciously.

"The CIA sent a message saying that the target might be Osaka. Sure enough, the mysterious message is an instruction. The American cryptographic experts are better than ours." Sakuma replied.

"Isn't that nonsense? During World War II, the Allied forces had a complete victory in intelligence warfare. Otherwise, the world's most famous spy agencies would not be the CIA, KGB, and MI6."

"Senior Huang Juan," Yuanjian reminded him, "You just said this, not only scolded colleagues in the decoding department, but also brought us in."

"But isn't this true? We can't even compare to our German counterparts. The Gestapo has surpassed Sorge's defeated general, Tecco, regardless of fame or performance." Huang Juan said unceremoniously.

"Well, now we are going to Osaka to support, and now we can catch up with the last Shinkansen."

"Can't you take the Self-Defense Force plane?" Huang Juan asked with a frown.

"Forgive me. If we want to take the Self-Defense Force plane, you don't know how much paperwork there is. Let's take the Shinkansen."

Huang Juan complained: "Paperwork...Are we really a secret service?"

"Strictly speaking, we are civil servants." Sakuma shrugged.

**

Li Zhenghe was watching the video when Xing Jishang walked in.

Xing Jishang just wanted to complain that he had just scolded his subordinates for renting a video tape, and found that the content of the video tape was not that kind of B-level film.

Although it is even better than the B-level film.

"Is this the movie to be played?" he asked.

"Yeah." Li Zhenghe nodded, "It seems that he wants to trigger a new wave of anti-security agreements, forcing the CIA to be distracted and reducing the funds used to train the rebels in Afghanistan."

"KGB's abacus is really good, then...what does your hometown mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything." Li Zhenghe replied absent-mindedly, and then pulled the videotape out of the video recorder.

Nowadays, video recorders are fashionable, they are very expensive, but young people want to buy one at home, and then they can watch the rented movies at home.

"really?"

"It's true, they only need us to complete the KGB mission. It's just that we have to add a condition, that is, we must completely play the Koreans. By the way, where is your favorite dog meat shop in Seoul?"

Xing Jishang swiftly said the street name and store name, and then added a comment on the flavor of the store.

Although Xing Jishang has never been to Seoul, he has never patronized this shop.

This is written in the "personal design information" sent to Xing Jishang.

This dog meat shop does exist, and the street and house number are also real, but they have never received a guest named Xing Jishang.

"I still think," Xing Jishang looked at the video tape that was thrown on the table by Li Zhenghe after memorizing the site of the dog meat shop, "just to play this video tape, it was such a big battle, and it was a bit... "

"That's the Osaka SF Conference that the Osaka Prefecture police strictly guarded. There was no noise. It was very difficult to hold the entire venue in one go. We didn't have an entire army to do this. A team of more than a dozen people, in It is very difficult to control the entire venue without police interference. If there are a large number of police on the scene, it is simply an impossible task.

"To blame, blame the group of people in the hostage incident in the Munich Olympic Village eight years ago. Since then, there will not be so many loopholes in the security operations of such large-scale events."

Xing Jishang still frowned: "But if you just want to play the video directly, isn't it a better choice for a raid?"

"Even if we raided and broadcast the video, there is no guarantee that others will watch it. He may be watching another channel? What if the Japanese side responds quickly and cuts off the signal? What if the Japanese government cuts off the power to the building?

"So we want to hold hostages as much as possible. This will become a hot spot. Journalists will flock in. The Japanese government can't force them to prevent them from reporting relevant news after the news control time granted by the law is up.

"Even if the venues we occupy are powered off, it will not affect the operation of the cameras in the hands of the reporters. We can also arrange for someone to send a rip of the video tape to various TV stations.

"So this film can be spread through'legal' channels. The Japanese government wants to stop it, but it can't stop it, because their news organizations are profit-seeking. They have ratings and newspaper purchase rates, and they have enough. Advertising revenue. They will not let go of such a good hot topic.

"KGB's wishful counting cards, played quite loudly."

Li Zhenghe patiently explained this to Xing Jishang.

"Is that okay?" Xing Jishang asked worriedly, "Aren't you afraid that I will talk more about the plan?"

"If you are a traitor, I'm probably already in jail now." Li Zhenghe shrugged, "In addition, the above didn't expect the people who participated in this mission to come back alive. It is probably hoped that we died in this mission, and then recalled our childhood The taste of dog meat I had eaten in Seoul, while reading the death poem."

Xing Jishang curled his lips: "Then can I go to the other side of the mission?"

"You can think about it. Basically, you will die over there. There may be a way to survive here."

Xing Jishang curled his lips and stopped talking.

He turned his gaze to the video tape, but suddenly found that in addition to the video tape that KGB asked to play just now, there was a video tape on the table. The outer packaging seemed to be an 18-forbidden thing.

Li Zhenghe noticed Xing Jishang's gaze, and then directly stuffed this box of video into the video recorder and pressed the play button.

Xing Jishang frowned, suppressed his expectations, and looked at the screen.

Then he found out that he was wrong.

Li Zhenghe: "This is what I want to put on the Osaka SF conference~www.readwn.com~This is my confident work."

Xing Jishang half-opened his mouth: "You mean, after you have played the KGB movie, do you want to play this one you made yourself?"

"Why can't I let me make it myself first?" Li Zhenghe asked.

"Well..." Xing Jishang was speechless, "There is also no requirement to put the KGB tape first, probably."

"Then, it's a happy decision. Next, I have to meet the brothers who will act with me this time."

"Isn't that, apart from the high-level, shouldn't our people know that you exist?" Xing Jishang asked.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter now. Even if I am famous for my fate, this time I am afraid that I will not escape the catastrophe. We are the legendary dead.

"I hope that other people, like you, have memorized the personal settings in the manual."

Xing Jishang looked at Li Zhenghe: "Is this really good? You don't often say..."

"A good commander can take the soldiers home. Yes, I often say, but what can I do? My hometown has made a special code to ask me to go all out to complete the KGB's "guests". I am. What else can I do?"

Li Zhenghe asked "What can I do" twice before and after, Xing Jishang pursed his lips and couldn't answer.

Yeah, what else can I do? Rebellion? KGB’s scavenger team will not let the traitors go. To have a warning effect, they will generally use very cruel methods to kill the target. It is not like a neighboring country at all. They like to use eight rounds of heavy trucks to directly and neatly send people to heaven.

In addition, Li Zhenghe is alone, and the whole family is not hungry. But Xing Jishang's wife and daughter are still in their hometown.

What else can I do?

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