I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

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Two days later.

Somewhere in the mountains in Hokuriku.

The wolf **** opened his eyes and immediately realized that he was sleeping.

"It's actually you." He said to the surface of the river full of lights in front of him, "You still like to do these pompous scenes as before."

Shimenghao rides the painting boat and descends down the river to the front of Yamataro.

"I didn't expect you to hide in this isolated mountain."

"It's not isolated from the world." The wolf **** shook his head. "At least the postal system can still deliver the package here. Although it is only delivered once every half a month, it is enough for me."

"Are you really reading human novels?" Shimengmo was shocked. "You have changed, Yamataro."

The giant white wolf who was still shaking his head froze suddenly: "Huh? You, where did you know that name?"

"The current male favorite of the big fox told me directly."

The giant wolf laughed: "Male pet? Do you really think so? You will suffer if you underestimate him."

"It seems that you have a good impression of him?" Shimengmo stared at the giant wolf without a smile in his eyes.

"It's okay. Although he likes to interrupt people, he is rude, and he likes to give people names, but in general, he is a good young man. So I just came here to laugh at me being made by humans. Name?"

"Of course not. I'm here to tell you that I found a way to make the mystery resurgence." Shimengmo looked at Yamataro seriously.

Yamataro frowned: "Have you found a way to make the Soviet Union determined to launch an offensive?"

"What?" Eat Mengmo frowned, "What Soviet Union?"

"Superpower, the other pole on the other side of the Iron Curtain, you don't even know this, do you? Then how do you trigger a nuclear war to destroy human civilization and let the mysterious resurgence?"

Dream Eater: "What are you talking about?"

Yamataro: "What are you talking about? You haven't understood human society at all for so many years?"

"Of course I understand. I have given birth to many human women, but I don't know much about the Soviet Union."

Yamataro: "Isn't it? The human international society is very interesting, and if you look closely, you can find some traces of the activities of foreign monsters."

"Don't talk about it." Shimengmo shook his nose, "Do you want to come with me and burn the human world to ashes?"

"No." Yamataro refused decisively.

"Why?"

"Because it seems to me that the human world will inevitably perish. We just have to wait. You see, I am in this mountain, and I am in this mountain, trying my best not to consume demon power, and live a comfortable life. When humanity is perished, I will go back and receive it. Their world is just fine. But at that time, the earth is probably devastated, and it will not recover in thousands or hundreds of years. However, after the mysterious resurgence, I have time and I can slowly clean up everything from the beginning."

Shimengyu stared at Yamataro for a few seconds, then nodded: "Okay. In that case, I have to do it myself."

"Good luck." After that, Yamataro watched the boat of the dream-eating tapir sail away again.

**

Kazuma here.

After that, the Kiryu Dojo and his party stayed in this mountain for more than a week.

Sauni Music has been packaged for three weeks, and the money has been paid out, but it can't help but be in vain.

Anyway, Kazuma knew what was going on with this bacteria, and was not afraid at all.

After all, biological weapons using bacteria as carriers are too weak. Back then, there were no antibiotics. The only way to deal with bacteria was serum. The preparation, storage and use of serum were troublesome, so bacterial weapons had so little practical significance. .

However, the Americans took the lead in mass production of penicillin during World War II, and the significance of bacterial weapons suddenly fell to a halt.

During the Korean War, the United States also used bacterial weapons against the volunteer military. At that time, China’s penicillin production capacity was very small, and theoretically it should be effective. However, after the volunteers discovered the bacterial warfare, they launched anti-bacterial warfare activities, stupefied by promoting hand washing and drinking water. This kind of method has stopped the effect of bacterial weapons.

So Kazuma is not afraid at all. Anyway, I am not allergic to antibiotics, and this outdated bacterial weapon dug out of the soil probably has no resistance.

So many people would die before, simply because this ravine area didn't prepare a lot of antibiotics.

Kazuma is actually very surprised. When he just graduated in his previous life, he rented a house in the fringe of urban and rural areas for a period of time to save money. I will give you antibiotics first.

According to the understanding of Kazuma, this kind of countryside does not necessarily have a regular doctor, but there are enough antibiotics.

The ghost knows what's going on in Japan.

In any case, there is definitely no shortage of antibiotics in the hot spring street now, and Kazuma has no worries. I will continue to live with the apprentices and sisters. Every morning after the morning exercise, I will go up to the mountain to soak in the hot springs and come back to play games and read books at night. Very happy.

The people of Sauni Music do not have the leisurely sentiment of Kazuma. They may be more worried that they will continue to stay and get sick, and then take time off to affect their work, and leave first after the blockade is over.

Other tourists who came to visit the hot spring street almost left immediately after the blockade was over. No one wanted to stay in such an epidemic area where a lot of people died.

The result is that August hasn't arrived yet, and the hot spring street, which was originally the peak tourist season, has become a very interesting one.

However, biological experts from the Land Self-Defense Force and Tokyo are still stationed near the hot spring street. They will go to the hot spring street to eat and consume, which should be able to make up for some of the losses of the locals.

On the morning of July 24, the morning exercise of Kazuma was finished as usual, and they were going to take Mikazi and the others to the hot springs on the mountain, but they were stopped by the front entrance of the hotel.

It was the CIA officer who came to him last time: "Kiryuu Kazuma, do you have time now?"

Kazuma turned his head and glanced at Mikako, who was carrying a bag of toys for playing in the water.

Mikako: "Ah, I suddenly want to drink milk. I want to buy a box first. Do you want Kazuma?"

"Bring me a box too."

"Understood!" Mei Jiazi saluted Kazuma, turned and ran back.

Nichinan just came out with a folded recliner, and when she saw Mikako, she asked in confusion: "What's the matter? Aren't you going up the mountain?"

Mei Jiazi picked up Nichinan dishes and dragged her back.

Kazuma looked at the Americans, recalled their names, and said, "Mr. Smith? Haven't seen you for more than a week? Sit inside for a while?"

"No, no." Smith waved his hand. "I'm here to say goodbye to you, Mr. Kiryu. The CIA's mission here is over."

Kazuma: "That's it. But why did you come to say goodbye to me? I'm just a college student who spends his time here enjoying and wasting time."

Smith did not answer. He stared at Kazuma for a long time before sighing heavily, "I think you won't speak when I ask you."

"It depends on what you ask." Kazuma spreads both hands. "Generally speaking, as long as I don't ask my apprentice's personal information such as the measurements, I am willing to cooperate."

Smith stared at Kazuma and slowly reached into the windbreaker, looking like he was about to draw a gun.

Kazuma is also ready to deal with it, tightening his nerves and waiting for Smith to attack.

As a result, Smith took out a green ticket—that is, U.S. dollars.

He held the bottom edge of the dollar and showed it to Kazuma like a referee on the court showed a red card.

Kazuma looked at him suspiciously.

Smith was speechless, took out his wallet and put the dollar back.

Kazuma: "What are you doing? Why can't I understand? Is there anything in that dollar bill?"

Smith: "Don't mind. It seems you really don't know."

Kazuma: "Know what? All-Seeing Eye and Freemason? And the Templars?"

Smith stopped as if he was hit by petrified magic and looked at Kazuma.

Kazuma also frowned: "Uh, no? I'm just talking nonsense.

"Furthermore, the all-seeing eye on the dollar has always been a popular urban legend.

"The Freemasonry established the United States. The Templars found King Solomon's treasure and smuggled him to the United States. It's all commonplace, just like the Roswell incident and Area 51."

Smith grinned at Kazuma: "Yes, there are also the British crop circles and the Nazca paintings in Peru. They are all popular urban legends now."

Kazuma: "Don't forget the Loch Ness Monster and Bermuda."

"Yes, there are also the Loch Ness monster and Bermuda." Smithton paused, staring into the eyes of Kazuma, and said without warning, "But what if these are actually true?"

Kazuma laughed loudly: "Then I must first go to the wild mallet snake."

The Japanese's enthusiasm for wild hammer snakes is well known to the world.

As long as there is information about sightings of wild hammer snakes, a large number of fans will hear the wind and search for them all over the mountain.

Smith also smiled: "That's right. Wild hammer snake, haha, wild hammer snake."

He put the dollar bill into his wallet, and then stuffed the wallet into the inner pocket of the windbreaker.

"Then, goodbye, Mr. Kiryu."

Kazuma frowned: "You came here just to chat about this with me?"

"This is not just talking." Smith looked at Kazuma and considered it. "You are targeted by the organization that prints yourself on the dollar."

Kazuma: "Why is the Fed watching me?"

Smith spread his hands together: "I don't know, maybe you can ask them yourself. I would have liked you to tell me a little bit of information about this mysterious behind-the-scenes organization."

Kazuma: "Then I don't understand. You investigate an organization that prints its logo on the dollar? Are you not an American? That organization should be your boss?"

"Because of curiosity." Smith shrugged, "I originally thought that the world I lived in was already secret enough, but I didn't expect there to be more secretive existence. As an intelligence agent, it is normal to be curious, right?"

Kazuma nodded: "Understandable."

"Actually, I personally am very curious about you, Mr. Kiryu. I always think that Miss Chisai's condition is not as simple as going crazy in the rain at night."

Kazuma: "I am very sorry about Miss Akani. I will visit her often and help her parents as much as I can."

Kazuma is just a scene, he didn't want to visit the murderer's parents.

Of course, these are mentioned here mainly to play a fool with Smith.

Smith stared at Kazuma with a faint smile for a few seconds, then shook his head: "Farewell."

He turned and walked towards the hotel door.

Kazuma has been looking thoughtfully at Smith's back.

**

Arriving outside the hotel, Smith made a gesture to Lee who was smoking by the car door outside the hotel, and the two got in the car together.

After getting in the car, Smith stared at the satellite phone installed in the car.

In the absence of mobile phones, car satellite phones are the most advanced mobile communication devices.

Smith's car was modified, and the entire roof was transformed into a monolithic antenna.

The satellite phone did not ring.

Smith thought he would get a warning or something after reminding Kiryu to pay attention to those who use the all-seeing eye as a sign.

He hopes to establish contact with this organization hidden behind the scenes again.

However, his expectations fell through.

Either those people are not as strong as Smith imagined, and they don't know Smith's small betrayal.

Either they don't care about it at all.

After the contact that night, they never contacted Smith again.

This gave Smith a feeling of being left out.

In the past, he always felt that he was one of the best agents of the Far East Bureau. Sooner or later he would occupy a high position in the CIA. Maybe he could become the director of the CIA and sit in front of the president as an assistant.

But now, the experienced and outstanding Smith was summoned to pick up a macho who jumped from the blackbird, and then threw it aside.

They didn't even let Smith participate in the hunt for KGB agents a week ago.

In those few days, the entire Far East Bureau was like a stabbed hornet's nest. Everyone was busy spinning around, but Smith was thrown into this ravine to supervise the Japanese to deal with bacteria slowly.

Smith sat in the car, lit a cigarette, and smoked impatiently.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Li opened the window to let the air circulate, and looked at Smith puzzledly: "What's the matter with you? He looks like an awkward child."

"Slightly unhappy."

Li shrugged and asked: "What are we waiting for? Shouldn't we leave here and return to Tokyo? Although I personally want to spend a few more days in this beautiful place, but we drive with the taxpayer after all. What about the salary."

Smith exhaled a big puff of smoke and flicked the ashes.

At this time, Kazuma led several girls out of the hotel and went up the mountain.

Li mumbled: "Look at that guy, I really hope he can stand it."

Smith also looked at Kiryu and his party, gaze following them until they disappeared on the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain.

He put out the cigarette in the ashtray of the car, and finally glanced at the satellite phone, then started the car, made a circle in the parking lot, and went down the mountain along the long ramp.

**

Headquarters of Welfare Technology, the office of the president Aikawa Horyuji.

This room is not so much like the office of the president of a cutting-edge technology product company, it is more like a collection room of a magic stick.

On the floor of the office, there is a whole carpet made of bear skin, and on the walls are various shields and masks full of South American jungle flavor.

The incense burner bought in India was placed in the corner, and wisps of smoke came out of the incense burner.

Hechuan Faron was sitting behind a big desk, and on the wall behind him was a lion head decoration that was not known to be true or false.

He looked at the visitor in front of him and threw the business card he had just received on the table.

"Mr. Shigehiro Motoji, can I ask how you passed my guard?"

"Just let them daydream for a while."

He Chuan Horyuji's expression changed suddenly, from the expression that was just looking down and down, into an approachable business smile: "So... are you a monster? Or a fairy?"

"It looks like this is not the first time you have seen something inhuman." Shigehiro Motoji grinned, "That would be much easier. I thought I needed to show my ability."

"It would be better if you can show it. But I also know that now it's mysteriously declining, you have to use your power carefully, so you don't have to force it. You just need to tell me..." Hechuan Horyuji took out a copy of Shigeru Mizuki from the drawer. Youkai Illustrated Book, "Which one are you inside."

Motoji Shigehiro stared at the name of the author Mizuki Shigeru on the cover of the illustrated book for a few seconds before saying: "I am a dream-eating tapir, a monster that controls dreams."

Hechuan Falong was overjoyed: "Great! We happen to have a psychological experiment related to dreams in progress! It is convenient to ask how much you know about modern human psychology?"

Shigehiro Motoji smiled slightly: "I didn't know much. However, due to some chance and coincidence, I learned a lot of relevant knowledge through my children."

"Oh? Then this heir, please be sure to let him join the company."

Shigehiro Motoji shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work. She will spend all her life in a sickbed in a vegetative state."

Hechuan Faron asked solemnly: "What happened?"

"Kiryuu Kazuma, should you know?"

Hechuan Farlong's expression froze, and then he became savage: "Of course I know that he broke my good deeds, and then provokes me."

Shigehiro Motoji raised the corner of his mouth: "Then we have a common enemy."

In fact, Shigehiro Motoji—that is, the Eat Dream Tapir—doesn't care whether to "revenge" Kazuma. After all, he knew that things would become like this when he left Akani.

He said this only for a smoother cooperation with Hechuan Fallon.

Hechuan Faron stood up and reached out to him: "In that case, let us work together."

Shigehiro Motoji also stood up and took Aikawa Horyuji's hand.

After shaking hands, Shigehiro Motoji was about to let go, but found that Aikawa Horyuji had no intention of letting go.

"Mr. Shigehiro Motoji," Aikawa Hiroyuki said with a smile, "Reviving mystery is also one of my goals. You don't have to go around like this. How can you big monsters avenge a child?"

Shigehiro Motoji also smiled: "Sorry, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is because I underestimated you, Mr. Hechuan. It seems that you have a cooperative relationship with more than one big monster. Is it convenient for us to meet? After all, this situation, It’s not easy to see old friends."

Hechuan Farong shook his head and said, "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. You are the first Japanese monster I have ever seen."

After that, he finally let go of Shigehiro Motoji's hand.

After withdrawing his right hand, he used his left hand to adjust the ring that was crooked when shaking hands.

The disc with the All-Seeing Eye logo on the ring was turned to the front.

Shigehiro Motoji glanced at the sign and frowned.

"Let's talk about the detailed cooperation matters now." Hechuan Faron said.

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