Chapter 1,136 War in the Shadows

On August 20, in Nagoya, Japan, a CIA agent who came out of a cafe was killed in a traffic accident while driving back to his apartment. Alcohol content was detected in the client's blood, and the accident was initially determined to be drunk driving. It's just that the local police still haven't figured out why there is alcohol in the coffee shop?

Coincidentally, almost on the same day, a car was salvaged from a ditch on the outskirts of Tokyo. Two Americans sitting in the front seat who had entered the country with fake passports drowned.

On August 23, also in Tokyo, a fire broke out in a private room of a private club in Ginza. Except for two club staff and three Japanese-American businessmen who were killed in the fire, there were no other casualties.

August 24, Nagasaki Shipyard...

Night envelopes Tokyo.

In a fast hotel located near the embassy district, the American ambassador was anxiously circling the room. Two bodyguards stood at the window and entrance respectively, Kong Wu's powerful figure was like a bottle of sculpture.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The expressions of the three people all changed. The two bodyguards put their hands into their arms at the same time, while the American ambassador stopped and looked at the door nervously.

Boom... boom... boom...

There were two knocks on the door, one long and one short.

The ambassador breathed a sigh of relief and waved to the two bodyguards.

"One of our own."

The door opened and a white man stepped into the house. His hair was messy, his eye sockets were dark and bloodshot.

It can be seen from his haggard appearance that this guy has not been having a good time recently.

"Blisk and Nosa are dead," he murmured as he carefully closed the door. "Aikawa-san, who was responsible for providing us with intelligence, disappeared on his way to work this morning. Representative Hirata took the initiative to report to the prosecutor. Fang surrendered and admitted taking bribes...Fake, Fake! This line is completely broken!"

"Calm down, my friend," the American ambassador quickly stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. "Maybe you need to sit down for a while and have a cup of hot cocoa."

"Fake! I can guarantee that it must be a ghost agent -" The moment the word ghost agent was spoken, the man's throat felt like a ball of cotton had been stuffed. His bloodshot eyes widened and he opened He closed his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"You...what's wrong?" The American ambassador looked at him hesitantly.

"Nothing." The man shook his head, pushed away Mr. Ambassador's hand, and sat on the chair next to him, holding his forehead.

His men were dying inexplicably one after another, and his nerves had been pushed to the brink of collapse. Those killers who came and went without a trace were like a dagger in his throat. The mere mention of that name made him feel intense fear.

"Don't worry, they can't come in. I've installed that thing in the whole hotel, you know." The American ambassador sighed, poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him, comforting him, "I will arrange a flight tomorrow. You go abroad. Now that your identity has been exposed, you are no longer suitable to stay here."

The Ghost Agent's elusive optical invisibility, while terrifying, isn't what it once was. The U.S. Department of Defense Advanced Projects Research Agency has developed at least ten methods of detecting optical invisibility, from acoustic wave sensing to laser wave path difference sensing. The entire hotel is full of such traps.

This is a safe zone, the U.S. ambassador is convinced.

The man took the water glass and stared at the rising mist and hesitated for a moment.

Suddenly, he seemed to have figured out something, gritted his teeth and said decisively.

"No, I'm leaving tonight!"

"Your mental state is very bad now. I suggest you sleep here for one night. I will arrange a special car to take you to the airport tomorrow..."

No one noticed that an unmanned quadcopter was hidden in the darkness, floating quietly outside the window, with an undetectable laser point on the window screen, recording their conversation.

Laser monitoring is not a brilliant technology. Even the infrared sensor cameras on drones are ordinary things. To say there is any difference, it may be that the technology content is only slightly higher than that on the market.

The laser monitor was put into the belly of the machine, replaced by a black muzzle.

Not realizing that the crisis had come, the man was finally persuaded by the ambassador to leave tomorrow. The man put down his water glass and rested for a while, preparing to have a peaceful sleep and wait for his flight back to his country tomorrow.

As soon as I get back to Washington...

At this moment, gunfire suddenly rang out!

The drone outside the window opened fire without warning, and more than twenty bullets poured out in an instant, tearing open the glass and curtains and raining down on the man, turning him into a sieve together with the chair behind him.

The man who was shot was like an electrocuted frog, twitching for a while in the rain of bullets, then drooping his hands and head, and his pupils were lifeless.

The glass fell to the ground with a "snap", and the ambassador's screams sounded almost at the same time. Hot water mixed with the same hot blood, soaking the plush carpet.

The other three people in the room fell to the ground as soon as the gunshots were fired. The two bodyguards hid in the bunker nearby. The ambassador even crawled and crawled under the bed, almost peeing out of fear.

Sticking to the ground, the American ambassador didn't even dare to take a breath and tried hard to shrink his fat body as small as possible. Watching a large living person die in front of him, fear was written on his face at this moment.

He is a diplomat, not a warrior.

Maybe his colleagues working in the Middle East would be a little braver, but definitely not him.

He has been working in Japan for more than ten years, and this is the first time that he has seen a living person die in front of him.

He screamed with all his strength.

"Faq! Go and notify the Self-Defense Forces! Also, tell the Marines to get over here! These lunatics, have they forgotten the Geneva Convention! How dare they, how dare they..."

A bodyguard gritted his teeth and risked his life to reach the edge of the bed, took out a pistol from his pocket, and was ready to cover the shooting.

Another bodyguard kicked down the cabinet, used the cabinet as a cover, and moved next to the American ambassador.

"Sir, we must send you away first..."

"I'm not going anywhere! I'm not going anywhere until I see the Marines! Take your hands off..." Roaring hysterically, the U.S. ambassador pushed away the hand stretched out to him.

No one can guarantee whether the attacker will still point his gun at this place, and no one knows whether the lunatic will really break his face, and even the diplomats will not let him go...

However, what they didn't know was that what attacked them was a drone, and it was a drone that only carried a magazine without a shell. After emptying all twenty-five rounds of ammunition, the drone retreated immediately.

Five kilometers away, there is also an express hotel.

Reaching out to take off the drone that came back from the window, the girl closed the laptop, shook her beautiful short hair, and with an imperceptible smile on her lips, she calmly stuffed the drone and laptop into her carry-on in the travel bag.

Opening the door and leaving the room, the girl carrying the travel bag quickly disappeared into the dim alley, as if she had never been here... (To be continued.)