I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 35: Special Express

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Smith sat in the Chinook helicopter, looking down the plane through the two layers of blinds and window panes.

In the window of a small hotel standing on the mountainside, someone stuck his head out of the window and looked at the plane in the sky.

He couldn't see who that person was, but he had a feeling that it was Kiryu and Ma.

Smith chose to join the CIA, mainly because as a child he had a sophomore idea of ​​"wanting to live on the dark side of the world".

Hiding in the shadows and doing the unknown was pretty cool to Smith as a young man.

Agent Smith, who is now thirty-five years old, has only discovered that it is the first time he has touched the dark side of the real world after struggling for more than ten years.

Right now, he doesn't feel the slightest bit of excitement. Instead, he feels a chill down his spine.

The hotel halfway up the mountain was soon out of sight, the Chinook flying along the ridgeline.

"If we need to send Chinooks to pick up people, the parachute is a little off." Li sat on the other side of the cabin, looking at Smith with his legs crossed, and the voice rang through Smith's soundproof earphones through the in-flight communication. .

"Don't ask for so much, skydive from the stratosphere at such a high speed, and those who still land intact will burn high incense."

Lee shrugged: "This is far worse than Heinlein's Starship Paratroopers."

"Come on, the orbital airborne thing may not be seen until you and I die of old age."

"Don't be so unconfident in human beings." Li looked at Smith, "When we were in elementary school, there wasn't a single man-made aircraft in the orbit of the earth. As a result, before graduating elementary school, the Soviets sent the 'beep beep'. 'The sound thing was delivered."

Smith smiled, he was only a little older than Li, and he clearly remembered the time when the teacher played the signal tone from the Soviet satellite in the classroom solemnly when he was in elementary school.

The teacher was very excited and said something to the effect of "this is an amazing progress in the history of human technology", and was taken away by the FBI the next day.

After all, McCarthyism was prevalent at the time, the director of the FBI was the famous Hoover, and surveillance was pervasive.

Lee continued: "Look now, the sky is full of our aircraft, and we have even been on the moon. We have already achieved the moon landing in Heinlein's "Severe Moon", and the next step is to The colony is built, halfway done.

"So I don't think Starship Paratroopers is completely out of the question."

Smith was about to refute two sentences, but suddenly remembered that he had just confirmed the existence of Freemasonry - damn, since Freemasonry can really be an organization that controls the United States behind the scenes, it seems that "Starship Paratroopers" also Not so impossible.

Then Smith and Li talked about something else, and the pilot's voice sounded in the internal communication: "The landing zone is ahead, and the signal smoke can already be seen."

Smith stood up, stuck his head in the cockpit, and looked forward through the cockpit glass.

The plume of yellow signal smoke is ahead.

"Prepare to land." Smith turned back and ordered the marines on the same plane. "After landing, immediately form a formation and drive the Japanese to clear the landing area."

"Understood sir," replied the sergeant major of the leading Marine Corps.

Driver notification: "Landing, I'm opening the rear hatch."

At the same time as the voice fell, the nose of the aircraft was obviously tilted - this is a normal action for helicopters to decelerate.

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

The plane landed directly on the road next to the rice field.

"Get off the plane, get off the plane, GOGOGO!"

Marines file down the Chinook.

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

Two old Japanese peasants stood beside him, staring tremblingly at the sudden appearance of the American soldier.

One of the old farmers raised his hands skillfully.

The man who gnawed on the radish swept the people under the plane and said directly to Smith, who was not wearing a military uniform: "What are you doing in such a big battle, you seem to have scared these two old gentlemen."

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

The old man who didn't raise his hand pressed down the hand of his companion who was doing the "French military salute": "Look, you are scared, you are a little ambitious."

"If we don't surrender, they will burn us with flamethrowers." The surrendered old man raised his hands again, but both of them were held.

The radish man stood up: "No flamethrower, they're here to rescue the pilots. Thank you for the radish, it's really crispy."

While speaking, the radish man switched the radish to his left hand and picked up the large briefcase on the ground with his right hand.

Smith glanced at the briefcase and noticed a green "Biochemical Contamination" warning sign on the case's outer shell.

He looked at the man who was eating the radish with a complicated expression and walked towards him with the box.

The man said, "Introduce yourself. I'm a special operator whose affiliation and name cannot be told to you. You can call me Lancelot."

Smith heard Li muttering from behind him: "Knight of the Round Table? Your code name is quite fashionable. In comparison, our code names are too ordinary, Smith, Li... Maybe you can find ten in the phone yellow pages. Thousands of people named Smith."

The Yellow Phone Pages refers to the officially published phone book with a yellow cover, hence the name. The phone book lists all residential phone numbers in the United States in alphabetical order by name.

Lancelot said, "Believe me, there are a lot of people named Lancelot... But, yes, this code name does make it a code name at a glance. It doesn't matter. We still Hurry up and finish the task.

"Oh, by the way, I just told these two old men that I am a US Navy pilot. There was a problem with the mechanical structure of my F14, so I parachuted. Please unify your confession, don't say anything."

Lancelot was about to get on the plane with a suitcase, but Smith stopped him: "Wait a minute, I don't know what your mission is yet. If you don't tell the content of the mission, we can't cooperate with you. ."

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

Smith: "That's it? Are you bluffing me, dispatching a Blackbird, and making such a big battle, just for this?"

Lancelot nodded: "Yes. By the way, 80% of Soviet agents are already on the submarine, probably the latest Akula class. Our voiceprint data is not enough to catch this one. level of whereabouts.

"Soon the agent will be launched from a torpedo tube and snorkeled to land on some remote coastline in Japan.

"This kind of thing can be a quick step ahead."

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

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

Smith: "I caught quite a few spies in Japan..."

"That's not the same thing. If it's delivered to you, I'm afraid this sample will be unpacked before it can be sent to the plane at the Yokohama base."

"How could it be, it's not a ninja..." Smith was speechless.

Lancelot laughed twice, went straight on to the plane, sat down in a random position, crossed Erlang's legs, then took out his toad mirror and put it on, and stopped talking.

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

He turns his back to the plane and watches as the landers set up a cordon, clearing up parachutes and other trivial items spread out in the fields.

It looks like the Skunk Works engineers built a protective case like a drop tank for the special passenger, just don't know what part of the Blackbird it's stuffed into.

Perhaps the camera bay was dismantled?

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

**

He Ma can't control what the US military is doing.

After Chinook flew away, he kept his promise and fought Mikako for dozens of rounds, sweating profusely.

After the fight, Mikako went to the ground in a big font with her style: "You are so strong with Ma, you are not an opponent at all."

He Ma: "Please, this is outdoors, don't you get dirty lying on the ground like this?"

"Anyway, I'll have to take a shower and change my clothes when I go back, it doesn't matter." Mikako waved her hand, "And the clothes are also from the hotel, and the hotel will take care of the washing, so don't worry at all."

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

Mikako glanced at Kazuma and suddenly said: "This time, I thought it was a murder case, but I didn't expect it to be cholera, the Self-Defense Force and the US military. The battle looked better than last time. Still big."

As soon as Mikako finished speaking, Qingliu's voice came from behind Kazuma: "I also had a helicopter that time, or a gunship, Cobra."

Kawama: "Oh, what's there to earn, why do you have the same knowledge as Mikako?"

Mikako: "That'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 understand the West 81 exercise and the tension in the Falklands. , my knowledge is not too little!"

"Yes, quite a few." He Ma said a few perfunctory sentences.

Mikako pouted, looking dissatisfied with the perfunctory answer.

But she was relieved immediately, lying on the ground and stretching lazily: "That's it, I don't know if I don't know anything, and it's not bad to be a fool who has always been heartless.

"I'll leave you to Kazuma to do that kind of flamboyant thing.

"It's enough for me to lie down and soak up the sun after breaking a sweat from time to time like this."

Qing Liu asked coldly: "Will this not make you fat?"

Mikako is unmoved: "That's why you have to sweat from time to time. As long as you burn off calories, you don't have to worry about gaining weight. It's Qingliu, you should exercise less in the future, and spend more time with cats at home. Get some fat..."

"It's up to you!"

According to Qingliu's vicious tone, Kazuma made up the appearance of Qingliu's eyes rolling when he said this.

At this time, the sound of the engine was heard in the air again, and it sounded like a helicopter again.

When Kazuma heard the sound, he immediately focused his attention on the sound, and turned his head to the direction from which the sound came from.

His enhanced hearing worked immediately.

The sound of the engine is coming this way.

Maybe it was the Chinook that left earlier.

The next moment, a twin-rotor helicopter, which looked like a train car flying in the sky, whistled past the hotel.

The wind from the twin rotors whipped Kazuma's cheeks.

Different from when they left, this time the Chinook's "flying carriage" also had a large net pocket under it, which looked like fragments of parachutes and unidentified objects.

And Ma can't understand what the Americans are doing.

Send Chinooks to hoist garbage early in the morning?

While thinking like this with Ma, the Chinook gently slid over the fuselage and began to steer—helicopter steers all swing the fuselage like this, allowing the rotors to give the side a component force, thereby pushing the plane away from its original flight path .

Because the plane passed the fuselage sideways, Kazuma could clearly see the faces behind each porthole on the plane with his enhanced vision.

He Ma clearly saw that there were not only US Marines with live ammunition on the plane, but also guys without uniforms, and guys with toad glasses and bomber jackets running out of the set of Top Gun.

And Ma stared at the guy with the toad mirror.

Whether sexual or emotional, tell him "that guy" is a great character.

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

He Ma thought Jinshan Pingtai was a powerful character when he first crossed over, but now he would ask Jinshan Pingtai to run some errands from time to time.

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

KGB's super fighters left a pretty deep impression on Kazuma.

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

**

After the Chinook landed, Lancelot went straight to the temporary laboratory tent set up by the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force with the large file box.

It appears that Lancelot knew early on in which tent the bacteria samples were collected.

Smith hurriedly followed in Lancelot's footsteps while giving the green light to Lancelot on the communication channel.

Just outside the airlock of the lab tent, Lancelot was stopped by a Japanese man in a white lab coat.

"This gentleman," the white coat said in a low voice but very firmly, "to enter the laboratory, you need to be disinfected and put on protective clothing. You can't go in like this. This will not only kill you, but also It may lead to further outbreaks of the plague."

Lancelot thought for a while, then nodded and said in Japanese, "You're right, I'm going to change into protective clothing and do body disinfection."

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

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

Smith, who was following behind, immediately stepped forward: "I'll take you there. It's right next to you."

A few moments later, Lancelot, Smith, and Lee are all wearing protective gear and doing final disinfection.

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

Smith shouted to Lancelot: "I still don't quite understand, that bacteria was developed before Japan's defeat, and its lethality is not of the same order of magnitude as the biological weapons we have now in the United States. How can it be worth ranking in the world? The first two intelligence agencies who do not agree with the other are fighting each other?"

Lancelot looked at Smith suspiciously: "It's okay for KGB, Mossad got involved in this matter?"

"What? Mossad? Why did Mossad come out?" Smith was stunned, even temporarily forgetting his doubts.

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

Smith: "This...isn't it in your eyes that our CIA can't even get into the top two?"

"Of course I can't get in, you see our various failures recently.

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

"After that, the hostage rescue operation of Delta was also finished. Although the failure of Delta was mainly because the helicopters participating in the operation were dispatched from the army and the navy, and there was a coordination problem, there were still many people who put the pot on the CIA head. on.

"How can we be ranked in the top two?"

Smith was speechless by this remark-because Lancelot was telling the truth this time, and the CIA has had a lot of failures recently, so he spared no effort to train guerrillas in Afghanistan and give them to the Soviet Union. Eye drops on people.

However, Smith doesn't actually want to discuss the CIA's ranking among the intelligence agencies of the other world.

What he wanted to ask was why the indifferent Freemason in yesterday's newsletter—or possibly some other secret society marked by the All-Seeing Eye—would have a problem with an outdated bacteriological weapon Interested, so much so that an **** was parachuted over.

Smith still doesn't understand after thinking about it, so he can only ask.

Lancelot sighed: "Since you want to break the casserole and ask to the end, then I'll give you a little hint: Have you ever thought that those bacteria have been sealed in the underground base for so long, in the petri dish The things have long since turned to ashes, and there is nothing left.

"Even if they 'refrigerate' these bacteria, Japan's refrigeration technology during World War II was so bad that only warships like the Yamato had freezers that could make ice cream and soda. With their technology, it was impossible to make The freezer has been running for many years without any problems.

“Not to mention the base has long been out of power.

"So, the very fact that those bacteria are still alive is quite unusual. Do you understand when I say that?"

Smith frowns - like, makes sense.

At this time, Lancelot had already put on his protective clothing. He took the lead to walk under the disinfection nozzle and turned on the water valve to start the external disinfection process.

After tossing for a while, Lancelot led Smith and Lee into the lab tent.

"Let's see, sample samples... here it is ~IndoMTL.com~ Lancelot said and opened the large file box in his hand.

It was only after the box was opened that Smith discovered that the box was a small refrigerator, possibly powered by batteries.

When Lancelot opened the box, the light inside the box was still red, so it probably wasn't working.

What caught Smith's eye, however, was the red pattern lining the box—two snakes biting their tails, surrounding the Star of David.

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

Smith raised his head suspiciously and found Lancelot looking at him with a smile.

"It's my personal preference." Lancelot laughed, "It's cool."

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

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