I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

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Lancelot was joking, but the movements in his hand kept on, he carefully put all the samples into the box.

After closing the box, he looked at Smith: "The first step here is completed. The next step is the key. In order to confuse the Soviets, we have to deliver multiple packages at the same time. Here is the list."

Lancelot took out a note paper and handed it to Smith.

Smith saw that there were eight ways to deliver "packages", each of which looked very professional.

"As for me," Lancelot said, "I'll carry this box swaggeringly, and take the Chinook just now and fly straight to Yokosuka."

Smith: "If you wait a moment, a Wasp-class ship will arrive offshore and can land directly on the Wasp, and then the Soviets will be beyond reach."

Lancelot shook his head: "You are too naive. But you have a good idea. I think there is still a Chinook in the temporary take-off and landing area. I will take one and go. You will be able to get to the Hornets. Let that one deliver a package to the Hornets."

Smith couldn't help but said, "Are you a bit too mythical KGB?"

Lancelot stared at Smith for a few seconds, and then suddenly asked: "Just a few months ago, a cobra was stolen from Tokyo and shot in downtown Tokyo. You should know it?"

Smith frowned in dissatisfaction, because Lancelot's question sounded like a provocation for his professional ability.

Of course he knew about that cobra.

Tokyo is the station of the Far East Bureau. In theory, he should know everything about Tokyo.

"It seems you know. But I bet you don't know why a Japanese library staff suddenly sneaked into a US military base and stole a helicopter that was secretly sold to Central Asia."

Smith pursed his mouth, this touched his pain. With his confidentiality, he could not view the content of this part, and the briefing to him was all blacked out.

Lancelot continued: "In fact, besides burying the activation key, it is a relatively rare type of man who moved other hands and feet. However, we estimate that there are only a few guys who only buried the activation key. Ten thousand.

"It seems that people who have no problems with their resumes will wake up immediately after hearing certain phrases and become loyal Soviet spies. It's like a virus in the incubation period."

Smith: "How is this possible? Even if the brainwashing and ideological stamps are true, it will take many days in a professional organization..."

"No, no need. You know the Black Panther Party, don't you?"

Smith nodded.

"No matter how hard the FBI digs, it can't find evidence that the KGB or other countries' spy agencies have a connection with the leader of the Black Panther Party. Therefore, he cannot be charged with treason and can only discredit his personal virtues.

"What I want to tell you is that although we did not find evidence, we know how KGB did it.

"In fact, we are doing similar things. Humans are easier to manipulate than imagined."

Smith: "Does it really matter if you tell the secrets so carelessly like this?"

Lancelot spread his hands together: "You can send a small report upwards, even if you can really send the report to the big bosses who only have voices behind the scenes, they will only reply, ‘we don’t care’."

"How can I not care? If what you just said is true, you have violated..."

"Relax," Lancelot interrupted Smith. "Suppose you are a veteran conspiracy theorist. What do you think I just told you about is related to the Roswell incident, the Fifty-first District, the Bermuda Triangle, and the latest Compared with the moon landing scam theory and so on, which one interests you more?"

Smith thought for a while and found that he was much more interested in the Roswell alien incident and 51.

"Look, that's it. What I just told you about is also unimaginative in the field of conspiracy theories. The use of the latest results of modern psychology to manipulate humans and other things sounds unbelievable."

Lee, who has been in the audience, said at this time: "Yes. In contrast, the psychological history proposed by Isaac Asimov in the "Base" series sounds a bit cooler."

Lancelot smiled: "Tuochuan, the end of the stars."

Tuochuan is the capital of the Galactic Empire in the "Base Series".

The popularity of science fiction in the United States in this era is roughly equivalent to that of martial arts in China in the 1980s and 1990s, and online literature in China in the 21st century.

In this era, all Americans who have read can relate to science fiction-related things.

Li raised his eyebrows: "Actually, I like Asimov's work better in the "My Robot" series. "Steel Cave" and "Naked Sun" are all great. Space operas are still exciting to watch Heinlein."

"Does James Gunn's space opera not have a name?" Lancelot said.

Smith: "Hey, let's go to work, gentlemen."

"Okay, okay, go to work." Lancelot grabbed the handle of the box with the sample in his left hand, took out the handcuffs with his right hand, and cuffed the handle of the box with his wrist. "Then I'll go. Remember to follow my sticky note. Send samples written on it."

Smith nodded.

"Don't forget the last one added." After that, Lancelot took the box and turned and left the tent.

Smith and his partner Lee glanced at each other.

Li: "I think other people are good, but they are not like agents. And what are the hidden spies who are activated when they hear certain phrases? How can this kind of thing exist?"

Smith shrugged: "You're silly. It's not that I haven't encountered this kind of old man who likes to talk about all kinds of conspiracy theories."

Li smiled: "Especially in the intelligence analysis class, there are piles of such freaks. Last time I came across someone who believed that the FBI killed Elvis, and he joined the CIA to find the truth."

Smith was speechless: "Could it be that he thinks that the CIA and FBI are monitoring each other?"

Li just spread his hands.

At this time, the two heard a harsh buzzing sound from outside the tent at the same time.

It sounds like a buzzer caused by using a broadcast microphone not properly adjusted.

Smith: "What the hell?"

In theory, Smith has no commanding authority, but in fact, the Japanese Ground Self-Defense Force here must first tell him and get his consent.

And Smith didn't know why the radio was turned on at this time.

Li: "It sounds like the loudspeaker of the village office, the one that plays that weird song every evening."

Smith: "Maybe I just accidentally touched the switch? After all, it just rang and didn't speak..."

As soon as the voice fell, someone squeezed their throats and began to speak in the so-called broadcast accent: "Watermelon, plum, leopard..."

Smith and Lee looked at each other.

**

Lancelot, who had reached the temporary apron, turned to look at the horn closest to here.

"It's so fast. Or...you have been eyeing the things here?"

He turned his gaze back while talking to himself, and glanced at the Chinook driver in the cockpit.

The latter has just checked the instructions with his boss.

"Mr. Lancelot, we have confirmed the takeoff order and welcome to board the plane."

"Yeah. Hurry up and turn the rotor, hurry up."

Lancelot observed the pilot carefully as he spoke.

—It should not be so coincidental. The agent who was awakened was the pilot, right?

Caution is the boat.

"The situation has changed now, sergeant." Lancelot put on a serious expression, "I order you to get off your plane."

"but…"

"I will drive all types of vehicles deployed by the U.S. military, including spacecraft. Don't worry."

The pilot was about to reply, and suddenly stopped, apparently a new command came from the headset.

"Yes, I understand." After finishing the communication, the pilot glanced at Lancelot, took off his headset and hung it on the dashboard, and unfastened his seat belt.

After just ten seconds, Lancelot sat in the driver's seat, opened the handcuffs on his left hand that had locked the box, and relocked it to the passenger seat.

Lancelot put on the headset with the temperature of a pilot: "Uh...what's my radio call sign?"

"Knight 74, good morning, the eagle eye is over." It should be a communication response from the AWACS aircraft on duty nearby.

"Knight 74, received it. I take off now, my destination is Yokosuka, it's over."

"Destination Yokosuka, Hawkeye understands, it's over."

While communicating with Lancelot, it increased the output of the engine and adjusted the pitch at the same time so that Chinook could obtain the strongest take-off lift.

The ugly flying car slowly left the ground.

Lancelot just remembered that he hadn't worn his seat belt yet.

The problem is not big.

The helicopter whizzed past this small hot spring street, passed the hot spring hotel halfway up the mountain, and went straight to Tokyo.

**

On the Kazuma side, he listened to the mystery content broadcast on the radio, watched Chinook whizzing by in the sky, frowning and trying to figure out what happened.

First of all, this broadcast feels...a bit like the start word of a hidden agent. In the last life, Kazuma has seen this start method in Marvel's comic "Winter Soldier" series, and it is still in a certain generation of "Call of Duty Black Ops". I experienced it from the first perspective in the work.

Someone in the village is activating a hidden agent?

If this is the case, it means that a Soviet agent has also sneaked into the village.

Because the broadcasting systems in the villages in these ravines are very backward, maybe they are old equipment before the war. There is no possibility of remote control of these gadgets. The guy who does this kind of thing must now be in the broadcasting room of the village office.

But after the bacterial infection incident, this hot spring street was blocked. Yesterday, Kazuma watched with Qingliu on the roof when the county police was stopped by the Self-Defense Forces a few kilometers away from the hot spring street.

The county police can't come in, and even strangers from outside can't come in.

Could it be that... the Soviet agents had already lurked in? Now in order to deal with this situation, activate another hidden agent to help?

However, wouldn't he expose himself in this way? Is it still an agent in the end?

Unless he is absolutely sure he will not be discovered.

-how can that be?

**

Smith rushed into the studio first.

His partner Li followed closely behind him, and the two played a standard indoor combat time gap.

However, there was no one in the studio.

Li kicked open the utility room attached to the studio, and quickly searched it: "No one."

Smith pressed the stop button on the broadcasting console and played the tape out: "It's a recording."

He turned around and said, "Call all the people who showed up at the village office today! Gather in the big conference room."

"Let's do it now." Li replied simply.

A few minutes later, a total of 15 staff from the Hot Spring Street Tourism Promotion Association and the village office staff were gathered in the large conference room.

"Are you all here?" Smith asked.

Li: "There is an old lady who is the mother of the village head and the president of the Tourism Promotion Association Xiangjing Yingtai. The old lady has been taking care of her son at the village office for the past two days. You have also seen it."

Smith nodded: "Well, let's not wait, let's start. Each of you report where you were just now, and who can testify for you!"

As soon as the voice fell, a quick call came from Smith's headset: "Emergency call, Hawkeye’s radar lost Knight 74. Repeat, Hawkeye’s radar lost Knight 74. The final coordinates are as follows..."

Smith was stunned: "Thanks a great gift."

Suddenly, he was agitated.

"Lee! Go find that old lady!"

Li was still a little at a loss: "Which old lady?"

"That old lady named Mukai!"

**

Lancelot pushed away the heavy fragments on his body and touched the hole in his forehead.

The bullet should have been stuck on the skull, this time he completely recovered his life.

His head is now as if he hasn't slept for a month, and it is painful like a convulsion.

Lancelot pulled out the small first aid box from the wreckage of the plane, pulled out the squeeze morphine syringe, bit off the cover, and was about to inject, but suddenly remembered that he hadn't taught where to put morphine when shot in the head.

After all, a shot in the head usually kills. There is no need to use morphine, so there is no teaching in the training.

After thinking about it, Lancelot put morphine on his left shoulder—this was the way he would deal with an injury to his left body.

It should be a psychological effect. After the morphine injection, Lancelot immediately felt that the pain subsided.

"I didn't expect to be calculated by an old woman," he muttered.

Of course, Lancelot was prepared for the enemy to sneak into Chinook during the chaos. He liked to do such things himself, and there was no reason not to prevent others from doing this.

But when he saw that his opponent was an old woman, he still froze for a moment, and was hit in the brain.

In a duel like this, the winner can be distinguished in a moment of dumbfoundedness.

It's a pity that the other side saw the gun in the skull and didn't come up to fill it up, otherwise the splendor of Agent Lancelot would have to draw a rest here in his lifetime.

The morphine started to take effect, and the pain really started to subside.

Lancelot decided to bring a cigarette to suppress his shock, and then open a bottle of beer if possible, to celebrate his first mission failure in ten years.

It took him a long time to find a completely squashed cigarette, squeeze it in his mouth, and then draw out a match-since his ZIPO lighter was leaked in a gunfight and then burned out of his beard. He used matches like those old agents.

As soon as the cigarette was lit, a large piece suddenly fell off the burning helicopter wreck not far away, making a loud noise.

Lancelot was startled, stared at the wreckage of the helicopter for several seconds, and decided to run away.

**

A roadside station three kilometers from the crash site.

There are many stations of this kind in Japan that are open to remote villages, standing alone in a deserted area without people, and two trains may pass by morning and evening in a day.

In order to make it easier for people waiting for the bus, such stations are often equipped with a small lounge and a coin-operated public phone. If it is close to a big city such as Tokyo, it may also be equipped with unmanned vending machines.

Old Mrs. Xiangjing dragged the person waiting for the carriage into the shadow of the cabin, and put on that person's clothes.

Then he wiped his face lightly, and his face changed, which was exactly the same as the unlucky person who had just died.

He took out coins from his wallet and threw them into the public phone, then dialed the number in his memory.

"Hey, it's me." After the call was connected, he said in the voice of an old lady, "I have collected the goods. No one has notified me that the woman next to Kiryuu Kazuma is a special Tamazuma. Yesterday I thought She didn’t pay attention to me, so she didn’t see through my disguise, but today the Americans sent people to pick up the goods, and I think I’ve been exposed.”

While speaking, he glanced at the box with the biochemical pollution symbol, and honestly it was too inconvenient to carry this box, unless a car came to pick it up.

If the extracted memory is correct, the car problem should be resolved immediately.

"I will continue to flee, and I will contact you when it is safe." After speaking, he hung up the phone and sighed long.

He had never been so embarrassed when he was caught by Fan Haixin one hundred and twenty years ago.

Mysterious decline or something is really annoying, the dignified vampire actually reduced to working for the Soviets.

However, thanks to the mysterious decline, he gained the power to walk under the sun, and he was no longer afraid of flowing water.

He also likes sunbathing.

However, garlic and crosses are still respectful.

Just thinking about it, the outline of the bus appeared at the end of the field of vision.

Based on the memory he had drawn when he was sucking blood, he knew that it was the bus he was waiting for.

Having been an old woman for three years, it's time to enjoy life.

He threw a coat on the looted box, blocking the green sign of biochemical pollution.

Three years ago, KGB didn't know where it got the information, saying that there was a secret research base in old Japan near Sönden Shrine, so it sent him, who is good at extracting memories and playing other people, to investigate.

When he arrived at the hot spring street, he could tell that Mukai was too problematic, presumably because he was possessed by some kind of obsession.

Unexpectedly, after he reported up, he was given instructions to play the role of Mukai's mother and observe Mukai's actions.

The professors of that group of humans seem to be very interested in the phenomenon that a part of the will can affect the living after death.

As for biological weapons, it is only incidental.

In fact, Lubyanka has never asked him to get even a sample of biological weapons to Moscow in the past three years.

If it weren't for this incident, maybe Lubyanka's senior intelligence officers would never have thought that there is a biological weapon.

In any case, away from the demon fox that may still have a relatively powerful force, the biological weapon samples have been secured, and an American agent has been killed. This time, I can apply for a vacation to the Black Sea beach for a few months.

The bus arrived.

As long as the Kiryuu Kazuma doesn't make any moths all of a sudden, this time things will be over smoothly.

He recalled the situation when he saw Kiryuu Kazuma yesterday.

Although that guy is still a teenager, he already exudes an aura similar to Fan Haixin's.

That American agent looks stronger now, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com is definitely not the opponent of Kiryuu Kazuma in time.

Since being beaten and embarrassed by Fan Haixin and escaped from the British Isles, he has sighed more than once that human beings are really a terrifying race.

For the vampires a thousand or two thousand years ago, they were just bread-like existences, and now they have become the masters of this world.

His sigh was interrupted by the sound of the bus's horn.

"Are you going to get up?" The bus driver frowned and looked at him.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." He hurriedly got on the bus.

After a sound of hydraulic door closing, the bus's engine roared and drove him away.

Almost at the same time, the sound of the helicopter engine came from far away.

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