I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 36: Lubyanka slightly wins

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Lancelot was joking, but the movement in his hand didn't stop, and he carefully put the samples and everything into the box.

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

Lancelot pulls out a note and hands it to Smith.

Smith looked at it and saw eight ways to deliver "packages", each of which looked professional.

"As for me," Lancelot said, "I'll carry this suitcase swaggeringly and fly directly to Yokosuka on that Chinook."

Smith: "If you wait, a Wasp will arrive offshore and land directly on the Wasp, and the Soviets will be out of reach."

Lancelot shook his head: "You are too naive. But you have a good idea. I think there is a Chinook in the place used as a temporary take-off and landing ground. I will take one and go, and I will wait for the Wasp-class. When you get there, let that one deliver a package to the wasp."

Smith couldn't help but said, "Aren't you a little too mythical KGB?"

Lancelot stared at Smith for a few seconds, then suddenly asked: "Just a few months ago, there was a case in Tokyo where a cobra was stolen and then shot in downtown Tokyo, you should know? "

Smith frowned in dissatisfaction, because the question of Lancelot sounded like he was poking at his professional abilities.

Of course he knows about that cobra.

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

"Looks like you know. But I bet you don't know why a Japanese library worker suddenly infiltrated a US military base and stole a helicopter to be secretly sold to Central Asia."

Smith pursed his lips. This touched his sore spot. With his confidentiality rights, he couldn't view the content of this part. The briefing he gave him was full of blackouts.

Lancelot continued: "Actually, the guy who did something other than burying the activation key is a relatively rare type. But the guy who just buried the activation key, we There are estimated to be in the tens of thousands.

"People who don't seem to have any problems with their resume will wake up immediately after hearing certain phrases and become loyal Soviet spies. It's like an incubation period virus."

Smith: "How is this possible, even if the brainwashing and ideological stencils are true, it would take many days in a professional institution..."

"No, no. You know the Black Panther Party, right?"

Smith nods.

"No matter how hard the FBI digs, they can't find any evidence that the KGB or other countries' spy agencies are in contact with the leader of the Black Panther Party, so he can't be charged with treason, but can only smear his personal morality.

"What I'm going to tell you is that while we haven't found any evidence, we know how KGB did it.

"We're actually doing something similar, and it's easier for humans to manipulate than we think."

Smith: "Is it really okay for you to speak out the secret like this?"

Lancelot spreads his hands: "You can make a small report, even if you can actually put the report to the big bosses behind the scenes who only have voice, they will only reply 'we don't care'."

"How can you not care, if what you just said is true, you have violated..."

"Relax," Lancelot interrupted Smith, "if you're a serious conspiracy theorist, you think what I've just told you about the Roswell affair, Area 51, the Bermuda Devil's Triangle And the latest moon landing hoax theory, etc., which one is more interesting to you?"

Smith thought about it and realized that he was much more interested in the Roswell alien event and 51.

"Look, that's it. What I've just told you is unimaginative in the realm of conspiracy theories, using the latest results of modern psychology to manipulate human beings or something. It sounds ridiculous. ."

Lee, who had been listening, said at this time: "Yes. In comparison, the psychohistory proposed by Isaac Asimov in the "Foundation" series sounds cooler."

Lancelot smiled: "Tuo Chuan, the end of the stars."

Tuo Chuan 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 Internet literature in China in the 21st century.

Anyone who has read a book in this day and age can relate to something sci-fi.

Li raised his eyebrows: "Actually, Asimov's works I prefer the "My Robot" series. "Glass Cave" and "Nude Sun" are both great. Space operas are still exciting to watch Heinlein. "

"Don't James Gunn's space opera deserve a name?" Lancelot said.

Smith: "Hey, we're at work, gentlemen."

"Okay, go to work." Lancelot grabbed the handle of the box containing the samples with his left hand, and took out the handcuffs with his right hand to place the handle of the box and his wrist, "Then I'll set off. Remember to follow me Send samples on that note."

Smith nods.

"Don't forget the last one you added." Lancelot turned and left the tent with the suitcase in his hand.

Smith and partner Lee glanced at each other.

Lee: "I think he's a nice guy, just not like an agent. And what are those things you just said, a latent spy that gets activated when you hear a certain phrase? How could such a thing exist?"

Smith shrugged: "Just kidding. It's not that I haven't met this guy who likes to talk about all kinds of conspiracy theories."

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

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

Lee just spread out his hands.

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

Sounds like a beep from a mistuned broadcast mic.

Smith: "What the hell?"

Theoretically, Smith has no command, but in practice the JGSDF here has to tell him and get his consent.

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

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

Smith: "Maybe 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 broadcasting accent: "Watermelon, plum, leopard..."

Smith and Lee looked at each other.

**

Lancelot, who had reached the temporary tarmac, turned his head to look at the loudspeaker closest to here.

"It's coming so fast. Or...you've already been eyeing what's here?"

As he muttered to himself, he looked back at the Chinook pilot in the cockpit.

The latter has just checked the instructions with his boss.

"Mr. Lancelot, we've confirmed our take-off order, welcome aboard."

"Hmm. Get the rotors going, quick."

Lancelot observed the pilot carefully as he spoke.

——It shouldn't be so coincidental, the agent who was awakened was the pilot, right?

Careful sailing the ship of ten thousand years.

"The situation has changed now, Sergeant." Lancelot made a serious expression. "I ordered you to disembark from your plane."

"But..."

"I will fly all types of vehicles in the US military, including spaceships, don't worry."

The pilot was about to answer when he stopped abruptly, apparently with a new order coming from his headset.

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

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

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

"Knight 74, good morning, Hawkeye is over." It should be a communication from an AWACS aircraft on duty nearby.

"Knight 74, received. I'm taking off now, destination Yokosuka, over."

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

At the same time Lancelot communicates, the engine output power is increased, and the pitch is adjusted at the same time, so that the Chinook can obtain the strongest take-off lift.

The ugly flying car slowly leaves the ground.

Lancelot then remembers that he hasn't put on his seatbelt yet.

No problem.

The helicopter whizzed past this small hot spring town, past the hot spring hotel halfway up the mountain, and headed straight for Tokyo.

**

With the horse, he listened to the enigmatic content on the radio, watched the Chinooks whizzing past, frowning trying to figure out what was going on.

First of all, this broadcast feels...a bit like the launch word of a hidden agent. I have seen this activation method in Marvel's comics "Winter Soldier" series in my last life, and it is also in a certain generation of "Call of Duty Black Ops" works. I experienced it from the first point of view.

Anyone in the village is activating latent agents?

If that's the case, it means that a Soviet agent has also infiltrated the village.

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

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

The county police can't even get in, and even strangers can't get in.

Could it be that...Soviet operatives were already lurking in here? Now to deal with this situation, activate another lurking agent to help?

But, wouldn't he expose himself in this way? Are you still an agent after all?

Unless he's absolutely sure he won't be discovered.

—How is this possible?

**

Smith storms the studio first.

Partner Lee followed closely behind him, and the two fought a standard indoor battle time difference.

However, the studio was empty.

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

Smith hit the stop button on the broadcast console and played the tape: "It's a recording."

He turned around and said, "Call everyone who has appeared at the village office today! Gather in the large conference room."

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

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

"Is it all there?" Smith asked.

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

Smith nodded: "Well, we won't wait any longer, let's start. Each of you report where you have just been, and who can testify for you!"

As soon as the voice fell, a hurried call came from Smith's earphone: "Emergency call, Hawkeye's radar lost Knight 74, repeat, Hawkeye's radar lost Knight 74, the final coordinates are as follows..."

Smith stunned: "Thank you so much."

Suddenly, he shuddered.

"Lee! Go find that old lady!"

Li is still a little dazed: "Which old lady?"

"That old lady named Mukai!"

**

Lancelot pushed away the heavy debris that was pressing on him and felt the hole in his forehead.

The bullet must have been stuck in the skull, but this time he completely saved his life.

His head now feels like he hasn't slept for a month, aching like a convulsion.

Lancelot pulls a small first aid kit from the wreckage, pulls out a squeeze morphine syringe, bites off the cap, and is about to inject it when it suddenly dawns on him that he doesn't seem to have been taught where to put morphine in a head shot .

After all, being shot in the head is usually dead, and there is no need to use morphine, so it is not taught in training.

Thinking about it, Lancelot put morphine in his left shoulder—the way he would have dealt with an injury to his left side.

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

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

Lancelot is of course prepared to prevent the enemy from sneaking into Chinook while he is in chaos, he likes to do it himself, there is no reason why he can't prevent others from doing it.

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

In a duel like this, a moment of stupor can determine the winner.

It's a pity that the opposite side saw that the gun was shot in the skull and didn't come up to make up the gun, otherwise Agent Lancelot's glorious life would have to draw a rest here.

The morphine kicked in and the pain really started to subside.

Lancelot decided to start with a cigarette to suppress his shock, and a beer if he could, to celebrate his first mission failure in ten years.

It took him a long time to get out a completely squashed cigarette, put it in his mouth, and get out a match - ever since his ZIPO lighter was leaked in a shootout and then lit again. After the beard, he used matches like those veteran agents.

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

Lancelot was startled, stared at the wreckage for a few seconds, and decided to run away.

**

A roadside station three kilometers from the crash site.

There are many such stations in Japan that are open to remote villages. They stand alone in the uninhabited wilderness. There may be two trains passing by in the morning and evening.

For the convenience of people waiting for the train, such stations are often equipped with a small lounge and a coin-operated public phone, and if it is close to a big city such as Tokyo, it may also be equipped with an unmanned vending machine.

The shadow behind Mrs. Mukai dragging the car-waiting person she just killed into the hut and changing into the man's clothes.

Then he wiped his face lightly, and his face changed, and it turned out to be exactly the same as the unfortunate who just died.

He took a coin from his wallet, threw it into the payphone, and dialed the number he remembered.

"Hey, it's me." After the call was connected, he said in an old lady's voice, "I have collected the goods. No one told me that the woman next to Kiryu and Ma was a special Tamamo-mae. Yesterday I thought She wasn't paying attention to me, so she didn't see through my disguise, but today the Americans sent people to pick up the goods, and I feel like I've been exposed."

While speaking, he glanced at the box with the biochemical pollution symbol. To be honest, it would be too inconvenient to carry this box around unless a car came to pick it up.

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

"I continue to flee, and I will contact you when it is safe. Finished." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and let out a long sigh.

When Van Helsing was caught a hundred and twenty years ago, he had never been so embarrassed.

Mysterious decline or something, it's so annoying that a dignified vampire has been reduced to working for the Soviets.

But thanks to Mystic Decay, he has the power to walk under the sun and is no longer afraid of running water.

He also likes to sunbathe.

However, thanks for the garlic and the cross.

As I was thinking, the outline of the bus appeared at the end of my field of vision.

Based on the memories he had just drawn when he sucked blood, he knew it was the bus he was waiting for.

After being an old woman for three years, it's time to enjoy life.

He threw a coat onto the looted box, blocking the green sign of biochemical contamination.

Three years ago, KGB got information from nowhere, saying that there was a secret research base in old Japan near Miquan Shrine, so he sent him, who is good at extracting memories and acting as others, to investigate.

When he arrived at the hot spring town, he immediately saw that there was something wrong with Mukai Ei, presumably because he was possessed by some kind of obsession.

Unexpectedly, after he reported to the top, he was instructed to play the role of Eita Mukai's mother and observe Eita Mukai's actions.

Those human professors seem to be very interested in the phenomenon that after death, a part of the will still remains to affect the living.

As for biological weapons, that's just incidental.

In fact, in three years Lubyanka never asked him to get even a single sample of a biological weapon to send to Moscow.

If it wasn't for this incident, maybe Lubyanka's top intelligence officers wouldn't even remember there was a biological weapon.

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

The bus is approaching.

As long as that Kiryu and Ma don't suddenly make any mischief, this time the matter will end smoothly.

He recalled seeing Kiryu and Ma yesterday.

Although the guy is still a teenager, he already exudes an aura similar to that of Van Helsing.

That American agent looks stronger now~IndoMTL.com~ but certainly not a match for Kiryu and Ma in time.

Since being beaten by Van Helsing and fled from the British Isles, he has lamented more than once that humans are a terrible race.

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

His exclamation was interrupted by the honking of the bus.

"Are you going to get up?" the bus driver looked at him with a frown.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." He hurried onto the bus.

After a hydraulic slam, the bus's engine roared and carried him away.

About the same time, the sound of a helicopter engine is heard from far away.

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