¡°Damn it, I knew I couldn¡¯t take you guys lightly.¡± The shadow agent sighed. "Then I just want to ask again, is our contract still valid? I mean, I've hidden something from you, can you continue to protect me?"
"I think you may have misunderstood. As long as it is a task we take on, we will do our best to complete it." Lin Rui shook his head and said, "But it is not safe here. We need to move immediately."
The weather in July is always so hot, no matter it is drizzling or the sun is shining brightly, it can always make people upset and restless.
A man is walking on the streets of Brussels, striding on the spacious streets with his unique walking posture. Today was another irritating weather, and he didn't like the climate in Brussels this season. The sun is as hot as a fireball, burning every living being, old or young, poor or rich, happy or sad, with its golden heat.
The man raised his chiseled face. After another night of work, his actions last night did not affect his spirit at all. He still looked so energetic. It's the result of years of training, no matter how hard the night before worked or how exhausting it may have been. As long as the sun rises on the horizon and morning comes, he will be like a clockwork clock, energized and starting again. He lowered his head and looked at the red tie around his neck. The pattern on the tie was like a tide, a wave embroidered with red silk thread.
Red tide! ! ! He is the leader of the third team of the Crimson Tide, Masaoka Kudo. This time, he was tasked with assisting Group 7 in their operations.
Thinking of last night¡¯s actions, Kudo Masaoka couldn¡¯t help but feel ridiculous. The bearded guy from Group 7 actually dared to order him. We have seen this kind of artificial vine Masaoka too many times. They often blindly ask others regardless of the limitations of environmental conditions and the permission of the actual situation. It seems that only in this way can their leadership status be reflected.
But this is what¡¯s so funny and cute about them, these technical men. Although Kudo Masaoka knew the status of the Seventh Group within the secret society organization, and also knew that they all had their own intricate relationships, both public and private, between themselves and others, for various reasons, but he never Without pursuing these reasons, his mission is just to ensure their safety and complete the mission for them.
¡°Besides, these technical men don¡¯t understand actual operations. But the Crimson Tide are true to their word and resolute in their deeds. If the secret society organization needs them to do something, they can generally be trusted. Yes, they can be trusted¡
It was several years ago that Masaoka Kudo joined the Crimson Tide. Masaoka Kudo lives in Yokohama, Japan. Before he was born, his father worked with the boss of the Senbu-gumi, and he has always been highly appreciated by the leader of the organization. Masaoka Kudo also joined the organization when he grew up. Maybe the companions were jealous of the father and son's smooth fortune and slandered them in front of the boss; maybe they knew something they shouldn't know. In short, the big boss suddenly turned his back and executed Kudo Masaoka's father using family law on a trivial excuse.
The young and energetic Kudo Masaoka couldn't swallow this breath. In a fit of anger, he used his abilities to get rid of the organization's top figure. Of course the trouble caused by this is inevitable. Although Kudo Masaoka was extra cautious, opening every pore in his body and monitoring the surrounding environment like a radar, his cunning and avoiding the three caves eventually failed, and he eventually fell into the hands of his own people. Just when they were about to cut off Kudo Masaoka's head as a sacrifice to the big boss, the Red Tide people appeared. For whatever purpose, they got rid of those people. Kudo Masaoka's crisis was resolved.
As soon as the cold wakizashi sword left Kudo Masaoka's stiff neck, his fear disappeared, and he immediately remembered the "morality of the world" taught by his father.
"Hey, you saved me, I will repay you. Come to me when you need me." Kudo Masaoka shouted.
Until now, Kudo Masaoka firmly believes that this was the best choice he made at that time. Because maybe it was this sentence that prevented him from being silenced, and was recruited into the secret society of this mysterious organization, and became a member of the Crimson Tide.
After gathering all his thoughts, Kudo Masaoka walked into a building. The words "Kyokushin Kaikan" on the thick black leather door in front of him stood out, as well as the circular logo. Looking at all of this, Kudo Masaoka suddenly felt a sense of practical satisfaction. Everything here is too familiar, so familiar that it makes people feel calm and excited. Kudo Masaoka likes this job very much, likes the environment and atmosphere here, and likes the circular mark on the door - it all reminds him of his own home.
No longer thinking about it, Kudo Masaoka opened the door and walked in.
"Hey, Kudo, can you come over here?"
A member of Group 7 called him from behind. ??One person is an expert in forging documents among the seven groups. He can make all kinds of fake things as long as necessary. Fake fingerprints, fake wounds, and even fake DNA molecular structures. Of course, his old business is still making fake documents. The various certificates he created can be passed almost everywhere without hindrance. Kudo Masaoka has also used it several times, but has never been discovered. It is for this reason that the fat man from the seventh group has been treasured as a treasure by the secret society. It is said that it took a lot of effort to recruit him back then.
What did he ask me to do? Kudo Masaoka thought as he walked up to Bass, raised his eyebrows at him, and waited for him to speak.
"Come on, Kudo, how about helping me take a look at this?"
There are dozens of passport photos placed side by side on the desk.
"These are photos obtained from the airport. Among the dozens of photos, some must be fake. They may be used by those mercenaries. Can you help me distinguish them? Maybe we can track them with these." The fat man in the seventh group has long been dissatisfied with the boss of the third group of the Crimson Tide, and this time he will definitely give him a problem.
Kudo Masaoka also understood his intention at this moment, and secretly sneered that this boy was too conceited. He didn't say a word and looked over in turn. Bang, he bent his middle finger and tapped the middle one hard.
"These pictures are all fake!"
The members of the seventh group were stunned for a while, and then they muttered awkwardly: "Maybe, uh, our boss is looking for you"
At this time, Kudo Masaoka walked into the front office without looking back, but he still vaguely heard the conversation between the fat man and others. "Hey, Charles, who is that?"
"Shut up, don't care who he is. In short, it's those bastards from the Crimson Tide. Hurry up and track down the whereabouts of the people holding these passports!" the fat man said angrily.
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