I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 66: What else can I do?
Same night, Tokyo.
Sakuma returned to the observation room next to the interrogation room, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw his old colleague Aramaki waiting inside.
"The anti-terrorism class is very enthusiastic." Sakuma teased.
Aramaki ignored Sakuma's amateurism and said directly, "I wonder if this person doesn't know any important information at all?"
"I thought so too. We gave him so much alcohol and he didn't say anything. At times like this, I wish we really had that all-purpose Veritaserum in the movies."
"Isn't there a new compound in the technology department? It was given by the CIA, haven't you tried it?"
"I've tried it earlier, but it's not as effective as alcohol. It seems that Americans can't come up with a more reliable Veritaserum than alcohol."
Potions that can only tell the truth when they are eaten do not exist in reality, so humans have developed various torture techniques.
Sakuma looked at the "criminal man" on the other side of the glass: "Anyway, I think that his heart defense was destroyed by us, and then he said everything he could say. What we want to know, he is true I don't know at all. Fortunately, it's not completely useless now, we at least know who we're fighting."
Aramaki was silent.
"What's wrong?" Sakuma asked.
There is a saying among them that if Araki looks serious and contemplative, bad things will happen after that.
"This organization," Araki said, "is it really just for fundraising? CIA prints counterfeit money, KGB secretly sells weapons, and both sell narcotics, South American drug lords often get CIA at the same time. And KGB's intelligence support, we are all familiar with these things.
"However, why is this fundraising organization equipped with so much firepower?"
"Maybe... to ensure that the turf is taken from the poles?"
"Do you use... Deshka heavy machine guns?" Araki frowned, "Isn't the extreme way of fighting so good?"
Actually, Sakuma also thinks this is too ridiculous. Where can I use this thing in the extreme way.
"Perhaps...these are the weapons that were supposed to be handed over to the JCP? The KGB wanted to arm the JCP the way they arm the Black Panthers?"
Sakuma's speculation made Aramaki nod lightly: "This possibility cannot be ruled out. If it is true, it is very intriguing what prevented the delivery of these things. In addition, how did these things happen? I also want to investigate thoroughly if it flows into Japan.”
"Already investigating, but I don't think it's easy for us to find out the truth. If there is a mole, it must be a high-level mole that is very good at hiding, like the CIA in the Kremlin. Like a mole code-named Bishop.
"To tell the truth, this is not an enemy we can find out. The CIA has to take action."
Aramaki: "Is Japan Really an Independent Country?"
"How can an independent country have foreign troops stationed there." Sakuma sneered.
He is not worried that he will be put on shoes after the word spreads out, because everyone says so, 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 stationed there." Aramaki actually responded to this ridicule seriously.
"Didn't you miss India?" Sakuma asked.
"Sorry, mine." Araki replied.
Then he pulled the stray topic back to the original track: "I have a bad feeling. Yesterday their shortwave radio suddenly broadcast a mysterious message, which made me not thinking about tea and rice."
"That vegetable price? Didn't the people in the decoding department say that they compared the previously broadcast information and thought it was a meaningless spam?"
"That's what they said," Aramaki shook his head, "but when I thought about the code they made up when they were studying in the university, the code written by the person standing on the podium was easily deciphered by the Americans. I feel very unreliable."
"Hahaha." Sakuma laughed.
It seems that no matter what industry they are in, people who run the scene like to make fun of sitting in the office.
"In short, we have strengthened the defense of key nodes in Tokyo." After laughing, Sakuma said sternly.
Arabaki: "Maybe the target will be civilians. This is a new phenomenon that has recently emerged around the world. It is not a matter of holding civilians to meet their demands, but simply targeting civilians to spread terror."
"Is this crazy?" Sakuma gasped. He is a gongan. Although he specializes in a different direction from Aramaki, it is also his homework to pay attention to new trends in the world. Of course, he also noticed the "new wind direction" that Aramaki said.
"It's not crazy, it's a sensible choice." Aramaki said in a grim voice, "The cost of attacking civilians is much lower than attacking a heavily defended target. Rather than kidnapping, simply plant a bomb. It is also much simpler to inflict large numbers of casualties.
"It will become like this, it is the result of purely rational choice. It is a compromise to reality after admitting one's weakness and garbage."
Sakuma frowned: "You... are you blacking those guys?"
"Yeah." Aramaki readily admits, "It's a deterioration. The CIA is still trying to stigmatize the Black Panther Party, but soon these guys will have no need to spend the budget at all. Stigma.
"They naturally won't get the support and sympathy of the general public. Such idiots will become no threat, and the time has come when the people above can sleep peacefully.
"But correspondingly, it's hard for us errands."
"No no, we are also civil servants who have passed the highest level of examinations, but the income is relatively low."
Sakuma didn't know that in more than ten years, civil servants will become the most envied group in Japan because of their stable and not low annual salary.
It's 1980, Japan is standing on the threshold of the bubble era of drunken money, and the salaries of civil servants are simply not enough.
After laughing at himself, Sakuma turned to gossip and gossip mode: "Have you heard, that Shiratori over there is going to be a consultant at Siling Heavy Industry."
Aramani curled his lips: "Is Shiratori going too? It's not surprising, both of his daughters have been admitted to private universities. I can understand this choice, but I can't accept it."
"Hmph, you are single for ten thousand years, of course you can abide by your duty handsomely. You and the Goto from the mobile team are a perfect match."
"I won't go fishing during work hours." Araki frowned and protested, "However, Goto-san's business ability is very strong, which I admire very much."
"The unmarried man must have strong business ability. Just as creative as a virgin cartoonist."
Before he finished speaking, the door to the observation room opened, and Sakuma's junior opened the door from a distance and came in. He said "sorry" to Araki, and then whispered a few words directly in Sakuma's ear.
Sakuma was speechless: "Are you sure?"
"What's wrong?" Araki looked at him suspiciously.
"There was a rumor from the CIA that the target might be Osaka. Sure enough, that mysterious message was an instruction. The American cryptography experts are better than ours." Sakuma replied.
"Isn't that nonsense? Throughout World War II, the Allies won the intelligence war completely. Otherwise, the most famous intelligence agencies in the world would not be CIA, KGB and MI6."
"Senior Aramaki," Yuan Jian reminded, "You not only scolded the colleagues in the decoding department, but also brought us in."
"But isn't that true? We are not even comparable to our German counterparts. The Gestapo has surpassed Sorge's defeated general, Special High-Tech, in both fame and performance." Aramaki said rudely.
"Okay, now we're going to Osaka to support, and we can still catch the last shinkansen."
"Can't you just take the Self-Defense Forces plane over there?" Araki asked, frowning.
"Forgive me, if we're going to take the Self-Defense Force's plane, you don't know how much paperwork there is. Let's take the Shinkansen."
Aramaki complained: "The paperwork...are we really a secret service?"
"Strictly speaking, we are civil servants." Sakuma shrugged.
**
Li Zhenghe was watching the video when Xing Jishang entered the door.
Xing Jishang just wanted to complain that he had just scolded his subordinates for renting videotapes, and found that the content of the videotape was not that kind of B-grade film.
Although it's better than a B-movie.
"This is the movie to play?" he asked.
"Yes." Li Zhenghe nodded, "It seems that he wants to trigger a new wave of anti-security agreements, forcing the CIA to distract and reduce the funds used to train rebels in Afghanistan."
"KGB's abacus is really good, then... what does it mean from home?"
"It doesn't make any sense." Li Zhenghe replied absentmindedly, then pulled the videotape out of the VCR.
VCRs are a trendy thing these days, they're expensive, but young people want to get one at home so they can watch rented movies at home.
"Really?"
"It's true, they just want us to complete KGB's mission. But with one more condition, we're going to play Korean thoroughly. By the way, where's your favorite dog meat shop in Seoul?"
Xing Jishang said the street name and the name of the store quickly, and then added a comment on the flavor of the store.
Although Xing Jishang has never been to Seoul, he has never visited this store.
This is written in the "personal profile" distributed to Xing Jishang.
This dog meat shop does exist, and the street and house number are also true, but they have never received a customer named Xing Jishang.
"I still think," Xing Jishang looked at the videotape thrown on the table by Li Zhenghe after reciting the address of the dog meat shop, "Just to play this videotape, he started such a big battle, and he made a lot of noise. A bit..."
"That was the Osaka SF conference, which was closely guarded by the Osaka prefectural police. There was no sound, and it was very difficult to hold the entire conference hostage at one time. We don't have the entire army to do this, and the actions of a dozen people Team, it is very difficult to control the entire venue without the interference of the police. If there are a large number of police on the scene, it is simply impossible to complete the task.
"If you want to blame the people who took the hostages at the Munich Olympic Village eight years ago, there will be less room for security operations for such a large-scale event since then."
Xing Jishang still frowned: "But, if you just want to play the video directly, wouldn't raiding be a better choice?"
"Even if we raid and play the video, there is no guarantee that others will watch it. He might be watching another channel? What if the Japanese responded quickly and cut off the signal? What if the Japanese government shuts down the building? /
"So we are taking hostages, as many as possible, so that it will become a hot spot, and reporters will flock to it, and the Japanese government cannot forcefully prevent them from reporting relevant news after the news blackout time given by the law.
"And even if the power is cut off at the venue we occupy, it will not affect the operation of the cameras in the hands of the reporters. We can also arrange for someone to send the ripped version of the video to various TV stations.
"So this video can be spread through 'legal' channels. The Japanese government can't stop it even if it wants to stop it, because their news organizations are profit-seeking, and they only have ratings and newspaper purchase rates. There's enough ad revenue. They won't let such a hot topic go unnoticed.
"KGB's Ruyi card counting is quite loud."
Li Zhenghe patiently explained this to Xing Jishang.
"Is this okay?" Xing Jishang asked worriedly, "Aren't you afraid that I will talk too much about my plan?"
"If you were a traitor, I'd probably be in jail now." Li Zhenghe shrugged, "Besides, the above didn't expect the people who participated in this mission to come back alive, probably hoped that we would die in this mission, and then While recalling the taste of the dog meat I ate in Seoul when I was a child, I recited a poem of death."
Xing Jishang curled his lips: "Then can I go to the side of the mission?"
"You can think about it, there is basically a certain death there, and there may be a way to live here."
Xing Jishang pouted and stopped talking.
He turned his attention to the videotape, but suddenly found that in addition to the videotape that KGB had just requested to play, there was another videotape on the table, and the outer packaging seemed to be a 18-ban thing.
Li Zhenghe noticed Xing Jishang's gaze, and then directly put the box of video into the video recorder and pressed the play button.
Xing Jishang frowned, suppressing his expectations and looking at the screen.
Then he realized he was wrong.
Li Zhenghe: "This is what I want to put on at the Osaka SF Conference~IndoMTL.com~ This is my confident work."
Xing Jishang half-opened his mouth: "You mean, after you finish the KGB video, just put this one you made yourself?"
"Why can't I make my own first?" Li Zhenghe asked.
"Well..." Xing Jishang was stunned, "There is 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."
"Didn't you say that, apart from the high-level people, shouldn't our people know of your existence?" Xing Jishang asked.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter now. Even if I'm famous for my life, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this disaster this time. We are the legendary dead men.
"I hope other people are like you and memorize the characters in the manual."
Xing Jishang looked at Li Zhenghe: "Is this really good? You don't often say..."
"A good commander can bring soldiers home. Yes, I say it often, but what can I do? My hometown has specially sent a code to let me do my best to complete the commission of KGB's 'guests' Ah. What else can I do?"
Li Zhenghe asked twice, "What can I do?" Xing Jishang pursed his lips and couldn't answer.
Yeah, what else can I do? Betrayal? KGB's hoeing team will not let the traitors go. In order to have a warning effect, they will usually kill the target in a very cruel way. It is not like a neighboring country at all.
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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