I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

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Smith was sitting on the Chinook helicopter, looking down the plane through the two barriers of sunglasses and window glass.

At the window of a small hotel standing on the mountainside, someone poked their heads out of the window and looked at the planes in the sky.

He couldn't see who that person was, but he felt that it was Kiryuu Kazuma.

Smith chose to enter the CIA, mainly because when he was a child, he had the second thought of "want to live on the dark side of the world".

Hidden in the shadows, doing unknown things, in the eyes of Smith when he was young, was simply cool.

Now thirty-five-year-old Agent Smith realized that he had tossed for more than ten years until now, and this is the first time he has touched the dark side of the real world.

Now he didn't feel the slightest excitement, but felt a bit cold on his back.

The hotel halfway up the mountain was soon out of sight, and Chinook flew close to the ridgeline.

"If we need to send Chinook to pick up people, this parachute has a big deviation." Li sat on the other side of the cabin, looking at Smith with his legs tilted, and his voice sounded in Smith's soundproof headphones through the internal communication.

"Don't ask for so much, parachuting from the stratosphere at such a high speed, and people who are intact on the ground will burn a lot of incense."

Li shrugged: "This is far worse than Heinlein's "Starship Paratrooper"."

"Come on, orbital airborne this thing may be so old that you and I can't see it."

"Don't have so much confidence in human beings." Li looked at Smith, "When we were in elementary school, there was no artificial aircraft in the orbit of the earth. As a result, the Soviets didn't graduate from elementary school and they said that it would make a beeping sound. The things are delivered."

Smith laughed. He was only a little older than Li. He clearly remembered that when he was in elementary school, the teacher solemnly played the signal tones from Soviet satellites in the classroom.

At that time, the teacher was very excited and said something to the effect "This is a remarkable advancement in the history of human science and technology", but was taken away by the FBI the next day.

After all, McCarthyism prevailed at that time, and the director of the FBI was still the famous Hoover, and his surveillance was pervasive.

Li continued: "Look now, the sky is all our aircraft, and we even went up to the moon. Heinlein's "Stern Moon" we have achieved the step of landing on the moon, and the next step is to build a colony. , And half done.

"So I think "Starship Paratrooper" is not completely impossible."

Smith was trying to refute a few words, but suddenly remembered that he had just confirmed the existence of Freemasonry-damn it, since Freemasonry can really be an organization that controls the United States behind the scenes, it seems that "Starship Paratroopers" is not so unbelievable. may.

Then Smith chatted with Li a little more, and the driver's voice sounded in the internal communication: "The landing zone is just ahead, and the signal smoke can already be seen."

Smith stood up, put his head into the cockpit, and looked forward through the cockpit glass.

The plume of yellow signal smoke is just ahead.

"Prepare for landing." Smith turned around and ordered the Marines on the same plane. "Immediately after landing, the formation will start to drive the Japanese to clear the landing area."

"Understand sir." The Marine Corps Master Sergeant who led the team replied.

The driver notified: "Starting to land, I opened the rear hatch."

As the voice fell, the nose of the plane was obviously tilted-this is the normal action of the helicopter to slow down.

Chinook's rear hatch opened with this action, and the gust of wind from the rotor immediately poured into the cabin.

The plane landed directly on the road beside the rice field.

"Get off the plane, GOGOGO!"

The Marines filed for Chinook.

Smith followed the Marines and got off the plane, and then he saw a man with an obvious Western face sitting on the ridge from a distance, gnawing on a thick white radish in his hand.

Two old Japanese farmers stood beside him, tremblingly looking at the American soldiers who suddenly appeared.

One of the old farmers raised his hands skillfully.

The carrot-grabbing man swept the plane at the moment, and said directly to Smith, who was not wearing a military uniform, "What are you doing in such a big battle? You think these two old gentlemen are scared."

Then the turnip man turned his head and said to the old man in Japanese: "Don't worry, it's here to pick me up."

The old man who did not raise his hand pressed down the hand of his companion who was performing the "French military salute": "Look, you are scared, a little bit ambitious."

"If you don't surrender, they will use flamethrowers to burn us." The surrendered old man raised his hands again after he finished speaking, but both of them were caught.

The carrot gnawing man stood up: "There is no flamethrower, they are here to search and rescue the pilot. Thank you for your carrot, this carrot is really crisp."

Speaking of the carrot man, he changed the carrot to his left hand and picked up the large briefcase on the ground with his right hand.

Smith glanced at the briefcase and noticed the green "biochemical pollution" warning sign on the outer shell of the box.

With a complicated expression, he watched the man who gnawed the radish and walked towards him carrying the box.

The man said: "Introduce yourself, I am a special operator who cannot tell you where I belong and cannot tell you my name. You can call me Lancelot."

Smith heard Li muttering behind him: "Knights of the Round Table? Your codename is quite fashionable. In contrast, our codenames are too common. Smith, Lee...maybe you can find 100,000 calls on the phone yellow pages. Smith’s people."

The phone yellow pages refer to the officially published phone book. The cover is yellow, hence the name. All residential telephones in the United States are printed in alphabetical order on the phone book.

Lancelot interfaced: "Trust me, there are many people called Lancelot... But yes, this code name does make people know at a glance that this is a code name. It doesn't matter. Let's finish the task as soon as possible. Right.

"Oh, yes, I just told these two old men, I am a U.S. Navy pilot, my F14 mechanical structure has a problem, so I parachuted. You can make a unified statement, don't say anything."

After saying that Lancelot was about to board the plane with the box, Smith stopped him: "Wait a minute, I still don't know what your mission is. We can't cooperate with you without telling the content of the mission."

"It's a simple task," Lancelot grinned, "Just put the things dug up this time in this small box and take it away."

Smith: "That's it? You're bluffing me, sending out a black bird to engage in such a big battle, just for this?"

Lancelow nodded characteristically: "Yes. By the way, 80% of the Soviet agents are now on the submarine. It may be the latest Acura class. Our voiceprint data is not enough to catch this level of whereabouts. .

"Soon the agent will be launched from the torpedo tube and snorkel to land on a remote Japanese coastline.

"This kind of thing can take the lead in one step."

Smith: "There is no need to parachute over here, just send a sample, we can do it too."

Lancelot laughed, and then asked, "Agent Smith, have you faced KGB's ace agent?"

Smith: "I caught a lot of spies in Japan..."

"It's not the same thing. If it's handed over to you for transportation, I'm afraid this sample will be dropped before the Yokohama base is sent to the plane."

"How is it possible, it's not a ninja..." Smith was speechless.

Lancelot laughed twice, went straight to the plane, chose a spot to sit down and raised Erlang's legs, then took out the toad mirror and put it on, and stopped talking.

Although Smith was not convinced, he couldn't say anything.

He turned his back to the plane and watched the landing crew set up a cordon and tidy up the parachutes and other trivial objects that were spread out in the field.

It seems that the engineers at the Skunk Factory have created a protective shell like a sub-fuel tank for special passengers, but they don't know where the thing is in the blackbird.

Maybe the camera compartment was taken apart?

Smith forced himself to think about this so that he wouldn't get angry with the guy named Lancelot.

**

Kazuma can't control what the US military is doing.

After Chinook flew away, he fulfilled his promise and fought Mikazi for dozens of rounds, sweating.

After the fight, Mikako put a big font on the ground in her style: "You are so strong in Kazuma, you are not an opponent at all."

Kazuma: "Please, this is outdoors. Wouldn't it be dirty for you to lie down on the ground?"

"Anyway, I will definitely have to take a shower and change clothes later. It doesn't matter." Mei Jiazi waved her hand. "And the clothes are also in the hotel. The hotel will take care of the washing, so don't worry about it.

"You, when can you look like a young girl?" Kazuma said, shook his head, sat down on the grass next to Mikako, and looked up at the blue sky.

Mei Jiazi glanced at Kazuma, and suddenly said: "This time, I thought that a murder case would have gone to the sky. I didn't expect this to be cholera, the Self-Defense Forces, and the U.S. Army. The battle looks better than last time. It's still big."

As soon as Meijiazi's voice fell, Qingluo's voice came from behind Kazuma: "I also had a helicopter that time, or a gunship, Cobra."

Kazuma: "Oh, what is there to earn, why are you familiar with Meijiazi?"

Mikako: "It's too much! What's wrong with me? I'm also a top student at Sophia University, and the mayor of my hometown wrote a haiku for me! And now I also understand the West 81 exercises and the tensions in the Falkland Islands, my Isn’t it less knowledgeable!"

"Yes, a lot, a lot." Kazuma made a few perfunctory sentences.

Mikako pursed her lips, looking unsatisfied with this perfunctory answer.

But she immediately relieved, lying on the ground lazily stretching her waist: "It's nothing, no knowledge without knowledge, and the silly joy that has been heartless and heartless is also pretty good.

"That kind of vigorous thing is up to you in Kazuma.

"I just want to be like this, after a sweat from time to time, lying down and basking in the sun is enough."

Qingliu asked abruptly, "Will this not grow fat?"

Mei Jiazi is unmoved: "That's why I sweat from time to time. As long as you burn off calories, you don't have to worry about getting fat. It's Qing Liuliu you, you should exercise less in the future, cat more at home, and raise some fat... …"

"You can control it!"

Kazuma according to Qingliu's vicious tone, made up for Qingliu's way of rolling her eyes when she said this.

At this time, there was the sound of engines in the air again, and it was a helicopter again.

Kazuma immediately focused on the sound after hearing the sound, and turned his head to the direction of the sound.

His enhanced hearing immediately came into play.

This engine sound is coming here.

Maybe it was the Chinook helicopter that left before.

The next moment, a twin-rotor helicopter that looked exactly like a train carriage in the sky whizzed past the hotel.

The gust of wind from the twin rotors beats the cheeks of Kazuma.

Unlike when he left, this time Chinook also used a large net bag to carry a pile of things under the "flying carriage", which looked like fragments of parachutes and unknown artifacts.

Kazuma doesn't even understand what the Americans are doing.

Send Chinook out to hoist garbage early in the morning?

While thinking about Kazuma, Chinook lightly sideways the fuselage and started to turn-the helicopter turns the fuselage like this, allowing the rotor to give the side a component of force, thereby pushing the aircraft away from the original flight path. .

Because the plane passed the fuselage sideways, Kazuma relied on its enhanced vision to see the faces behind each porthole on the plane.

Kazuma clearly saw not only the US Marines with live ammunition on the plane, but also the guys who didn't wear military uniforms, and the guys who were wearing toad glasses and bomber jackets and running out of the set of "High Aspirations".

Kazuma stared at the guy wearing the toad mirror.

Both unmanagement and sensibility told him that "that guy" is a powerful character.

After more than a year, Kazuma's criteria for judging "excellent characters" have undergone tremendous changes.

When I first crossed, Kazuma still felt that Jinshan Heitai was a powerful character, and now he would ask Jinshan Heitai to run errands and do things.

For the current Kazuma, the "powerful character" refers specifically to a guy of the level of Agent Yamada.

The super fighters of KGB left a very deep impression on Kazuma.

Recalling the final confrontation with "Yamada", Kazuma had to pray in my heart that the Chinook was not an American super soldier.

**

After Chinook landed, Lancelot carried the large file box and went straight to the temporary laboratory tent established by the Japanese Land Self-Defense Force.

It seems that Lancelot knew which tent the collected bacterial samples were placed in.

Smith ordered Lancelot to give Lancelot the green light on the communication channel, and hurriedly followed in Lancelot's footsteps.

Just outside the airlock of the laboratory tent, a Japanese in a white coat stopped Lancelot.

"This gentleman," the white coat said in a quiet but very firm voice, "to enter the laboratory requires full body disinfection and protective clothing. You can't go in like this. This will not only kill you, but may also cause plague. Broke out further."

Lancelot thought for a moment, then nodded and said in Japanese: "You are right, I will change into protective clothing and disinfect the whole body."

The Japanese in the white coat bowed, "Thank you for your understanding."

Lancelot: "You're welcome, what I should do. Where should I change my protective clothing?"

Smith, who was originally behind, immediately took a step forward: "I'll take you there, just by the side."

After a while, Lancelot, Smith, and Lee all put on their protective suits and were doing the final disinfection.

At this time, the sound of the surrounding machines was so loud that the three of them could only communicate by shouting.

Smith exclaimed to Lancelot: "I actually don't quite understand that the bacteria was developed before Japan was defeated. The lethality is not the same as the biological weapons currently in our possession in the United States. Why is it worth the top two in the world? The two intelligence agencies who are not convinced are fighting each other?"

Lancelot looked at Smith suspiciously: "KGB is nothing, Mossad intervened in this matter?"

"What? Mossad? Why did you run out of Mossad?" Smith looked dumbfounded, and even temporarily forgot his doubts.

Lancelot asked in return: "Didn't you just say that the world's top two intelligence agencies are fighting each other? Aren't they Mossad and KGB?"

Smith: "Is this... in your eyes, our CIA can't even get in for the first two?"

"Of course we can't get in. You see our various failures recently.

"For example, in Iran***** not long ago, the intelligence analysis class even misjudged the situation completely. They always believed that Pahlavi would not be overthrown, and they were slapped in the face by reality.

"Afterwards, the hostage rescue operation in the Delta was also over. Although the failure of the Delta was mainly because the helicopters participating in the operation were drawn from the army and the navy, there was a problem with the coordination, but many people still held the pot on the head of the CIA.

"Where can we rank in the top two like this?"

Smith was speechless by these remarks-because Lancelot was telling the truth this time, and the CIA's recent failures were a bit too much, so he spared no effort to train the guerrillas in Afghanistan to give the Soviets attention. medicine.

However, Smith actually didn't want to discuss the CIA's ranking in other world spy agencies.

What he wanted to ask was why the freemason in yesterday’s newsletter that didn’t care about anything-or maybe some other secret society marked by the all-seeing eye-would be interested in an outdated bacterial weapon. So much so that Da Fei Zhouzhang airborne an escort.

Smith still didn't understand, so he could only ask.

Lancelot sighed: "Since you want to break the casserole and ask the end, then I will give you a little hint: have you ever thought that the bacteria have been sealed in the underground base for so long, and the things in the petri dish are early It turned into ashes and there was nothing left.

"Even if these bacteria are'refrigerated', Japan's refrigeration technology during World War II was so bad that only a warship like the Yamato had a refrigerator that could make ice cream and soda. With their technology, it is impossible to make the refrigerator work like that. No problem for many years.

"What's more, the base has long been out of power.

"So, the fact that those bacteria are still alive is very unusual in itself. Do you understand what I said?"

Smith frowned--it seems, that makes sense.

At this time Lancelot had put on his protective clothing, and he took the lead to walk under the disinfection nozzle, turn on the water valve and start the external disinfection procedure.

After tossing for a while, Lancelot led Smith and Li into the laboratory tent.

"Let me see, sample samples... here~www.readwn.com~ Lancelot said, opening the large file box in his hand.

After opening the box, Smith discovered that the box was basically a small refrigerator, probably powered by batteries.

When Lancelot opened the box, the indicator light inside the box was still red, and it shouldn't be working.

But what caught Smith's eyes was the red pattern on the inside of the box-two body-eating snakes biting each other's tails, surrounding the Star of David.

This pattern is very unscientific at first glance, full of occult atmosphere.

Smith looked up suspiciously and found Lancelot looking at him with a smile.

"This is my personal preference." Lancelot laughed. "It's cool."

Smith didn't smile, and nodded, "It's cool."

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