【Chi'an】Lies Tetralogy

Poirot Cafe.

"What would you like?" The blond waiter gritted his teeth with a smile.

Akai flipped through the list on the table. "Is there any bourbon?"

"No." Amuro said without thinking, lowering her body and narrowing her eyes threateningly at him, "I remember someone said that he is not a stalker just two days ago!"

Akai deliberately didn't look at him, but Edogawa, who was sitting across the table, cleared his throat, "Mr. Amuro, I asked him to come..."

"I warn you not to push yourself too far," Amuro completely ignored the child's explanation, and continued to fire at Akai, "Although I said before that I don't plan to hand you over to the organization, it doesn't mean that I will just sit back and watch you appear under my nose every day. Or do you want me to reveal my identity as well?"

"Didn't you tell me not to call all the time, but to come and see you in person?"

"You are arrogant!"

"I want a children's meal." Conan said pitifully to the waitress not far away.Amuro also realized that he had lost his composure, sighed and whispered to Akai, "I'll settle the score with you later." Then he turned around and went back to work.

Although thanks to Belmode's subtle protective mentality, people from the Black Organization probably wouldn't show up here, but Amuro was right.If he stays too blatantly near Amuro, maybe he will really get hurt at some point.Akai was drinking coffee, and his eyes followed Amuro quietly. He saw that Amuro was somewhat absent-minded, but he still kept smiling brightly at the guests. It was really hard to imagine that the person with such a smile was Bourbon of the Black Organization .Although he couldn't help admiring this hidden ace agent, Akai found that another thought flashed through his mind:

That kind of smile will probably never face me...

"That friend of yours is so kind, he's been waiting for you outside." Miss Zi said to Amuro when closing time.Amuro glanced outside, Akai was staying by the alley across the road, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, habitually putting his hands in his pockets, half of his body melting into the night.Congratulations, you have successfully deceived another woman, Amuro thought.

"What are you doing this time?"

When the two of them crossed the alley, Amuro asked, Akai walked in front of him, and when he turned his head to speak, there was light in those green eyes, reminding Amuro of those nights when they went on missions together in the organization. "Keep selling," Akai said. "To make you feel the need for cooperation, we have a kind request."

Amuro felt that, in fact, if Akai had been hanging on, he would have no other choice in the end; this was funny, he felt annoyed by long-distance contact with Akai, and the risk of being in close contact with Akai, this man is simply a Hot potato, neither take nor put.

"Several guys related to a shooting in California not long ago were found to be hiding in Japan. The FBI is also tracking these terrorists and initially locked some addresses, but it is not convenient for us to carry out arrests in Japan."

"It's really embarrassing to say..." Amuro snorted coldly, "I thought you didn't think at all that you should keep a low profile when you caught Mirena."

"At least it's lower-key than when you came to catch me," Akai said, throwing away the cigarette butt, and shifting the fire. "So, interested in collaborating? This thing is going to be very good for you."

“How come you see?”

"I think you were busy arresting me some time ago, so you shouldn't have much achievement to hand over to the organization; these two people have long-term financial backers. If you can find out, you can use your identity as Bourbon to win them over to the organization. The source of funds is to please the boss. And catching terrorists is also a victory for you in the public security side, killing two birds with one stone."

Amuro thought about it quickly.It was a good suggestion, but what Amuro repelled was the man who made it.Akai Shuichi, he always has a tone of controlling everything, and Amuro especially doesn't like the feeling that he has dug a hole and waited for himself to jump into it. "Thanks to you, I do need to do some practical work, but right now there is no such urgent need." They walked out of the alley and turned to another street, Amuro crossed Akai, and waved. "Remember, Mr. Salesman, the trick to selling is humility, not giving the impression that you're giving."

"Is it... what a pity."

Akai looked at him, showing a bit of sincerity when the car lights were on and off.Amuro glanced at him, and was about to say something when the phone rang suddenly.Akai watched him pick it up, his expression gradually became a little stiff, but without much hesitation, he replied in a low voice, "Yes....I understand."

It is an honorific.

Amuro raised his head again, Akai looked over inquiringly, but found that there was anger in Amuro's eyes. "Is this what you do?"

"what?"

The call just now came from Amuro’s immediate superior, who directly notified him in the form of an order: Since the US embassy issued a security warning and informed the Japanese side, we hereby request the action team including the Jiangya team to assist and cooperate with the US in launching anti-terrorism operations.

"It wasn't my idea..." But seeing the expression on Amuro's face, Akai felt that it was better not to add fuel to the fire.And he guessed that James might have obtained the application through diplomatic channels, but it just so happened that this timing just hit Amuro's bottom line, and his impression of Akai's just slightly rebounded immediately fell to the original point.

"I don't care how much those guys above like to wipe the ass of the boss of the United States, but please remember that this is not your country, don't bully others too much!" Amuro had a straight face, and he could see that he was really angry.Assist and cooperate? ?It's a joke... He clenched his fingers tightly, and after a while he said, "Send me the information later."

Amuro left Akai and walked towards the parking lot. After walking a few steps, he found that the other party was still following. "For convenience, let's go directly to our combat headquarters." Akai said in a calm voice. "It can shorten the communication process and reduce your unhappiness."

"So I'm going to drive, why are you following me?"

"I thought you wouldn't let me walk."

Amuro remembered that Akai's car was scrapped on Laihayama Road, but he still answered firmly for a second: "No. You can't take my car."

"reason?"

"It will leave traces. Unless you can guarantee that not a single hair is left in the car. And the smell of smoke," Amuro sniffed, which made him look a little childish. "Bermode rides in my car a lot, she'll notice."

Akai shrugged his shoulders. "Then how about taking our car?"

He moved away, and Amuro saw another inconspicuous car parked around the corner, with a few people sitting in it, and he recognized that it was—obviously, those stupid FBIs who were always with Akai .

Come prepared.It's all calculated.

"Fuck you, you bloody American agent! Knit hat freak! Rubber bones!!"

"Eraser what? Is that Mr. Akai's new nickname?"

Kamel took off the earphones in astonishment, and repeated the word with his mouth.

Everyone looked at each other, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"To be honest, it's the first time I've seen Akai pursue someone so passionately in these years," James said. "God bless him, this is definitely going to be the gossip of the FBI this year, just wait and see."

"Drive, Kamel, Amuro's car will follow us." Akai who returned to the car frowned. "What are you laughing at?"

"Sorry, we were just discussing the...uh...spark between you and Bourbon."

"Hello." Akai stopped the discussion among his colleagues with a calm face that showed no embarrassment at all.But he glanced in the rearview mirror when the car drove some distance to make sure that Amuro's white Mazda was following closely behind. "Is it really that obvious?" He touched the tip of his nose.

"Come on," sighed Judy in the back seat, and smiled helplessly. "You can't take your eyes off him."