Amelica, CIB headquarters.
As the number one country on the Blue Planet, Amelica also had the world's number one intelligence agency. They collected and analyzed domestic and foreign intelligence, even subverted and destroyed a country's regime, and assassinated key figures.
As Amelica's backyard, the entire Latin America was naturally the focus of the intelligence agency.
The politics of Chile, Argentina, and other countries were undoubtedly controlled by Amelica. Under deliberate propaganda, a totalitarian warlord like Pinochet could also become a symbol of freedom.
"It's a report from Amelica."
As one of the few land neighbors of Amelica, Amelica had a high proportion of the intelligence system.
Even the Kalica government didn't have as much information about their country as Amelica did. However, the Kalica government didn't care. As long as they didn't have nothing better to do, Amelica wouldn't do anything to them. Otherwise, the refugees that would jump in from the border would be enough to give Amelica a headache. Completely eliminating the Kalica government wasn't as difficult as stopping the immigrants.
"A new bandit group has appeared in Michoacan, developing rapidly …" The officer in charge of Latin America's intelligence carefully read. "They eliminated Porfirio and are fighting for territory with the Knights Templar. Interesting. They have no intention of involving the Mountain Silk Sprouts industry. They worship a pagan religion."
"They are spreading their religion in the slums and villages, recruiting believers …"
It was unknown how the CIB personnel had infiltrated the bandit group and even become their believers. The first-hand photos and videos were extremely clear.
Were these a group of real religious lunatics?
No, the real organizer was definitely not a religious lunatic. They were using religion as a pretense for something big.
"The target of worship is … the Dark Angel, Pitiful Takahashi?"
The CIB officer could not help but laugh. Pitiful Takahashi's religion had been popping up in the past few months. Out of ten organizations listed in the file, six were related to Pitiful Takahashi.
Did these people not know how to change their idol to worship? This was most likely an ordinary criminal organization. There was no need to worry.
Eliminating the Merica bandit group was a piece of cake for Amelica, but it was too wasteful to use resources just for groundless accusations.
The officer closed the file and did not take it to heart. He let Amelica's intelligence agents handle it themselves.
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Tokyo, Adachi District, an ordinary rental house.
The only difference was the interior decoration. On one of the smooth walls, Mizuno's picture was pasted. It was a student's picture found in the education department. Even though the student's picture looked silly, it couldn't hide his handsomeness. On both sides of Mizuno's picture, there were Relationship Trees.
Haibu Sha, Haibu Erina, Mai Sada …
Even the seemingly unrelated headmaster Tomita and teacher Yoshida were hung on the wall. It was an extremely strange style, as if the walls were filled with targets that were about to be assassinated.
My greasy grandson Ryo sat in front of the table and organized the report under the bright light. He had a fat head, big ears, a beer belly, and sparse hair. Indeed, he had the appearance of a manager of this age in Japan's workplace.
He pinched his nose and wiped it on his clothes. I, Sun Ziliang, didn't feel that he should be classified as greasy.
As an excellent intelligence investigator, he had handled countless cases, and the number of successful cases was uncountable. Even if there were no problems in one aspect, I, Sun Ziliang, could find other problems by following the vines to the melon.
"This Mizuno … is there really no problem?"
I, Sun Ziliang, flipped through his investigation report with his fat fingers. It had only been a few days, but the written information he had compiled had already filled dozens of A4 pages.
He had clearly found out which hospital Mizuno was born in and how much he weighed when he was born.
If he used this kind of aura to chase stars, he would definitely be a powerful hound under Weekly Literary Magazine.
I, Sun Sunliang, couldn't guarantee that the information I gathered was comprehensive, but it was more or less accurate. All the information I gathered showed that Mizuno Sora was, at most, an outstanding high school student. He wasn't an absolute genius, but he had his own specialties. Among the millions of high school students in the country, there were quite a few who could compete with me when I was young.
"Is this the end?
Tell Miyoshi Shujima that there's nothing wrong with Mizuno. "
I, Sun Ziliang, drank a mouthful of milk tea, thinking about whether or not he should just report like this. In any case, it was only Miyoshi Shujima who was suspicious, and it didn't mean that there was really something wrong with Mizuno. "Just grab a bunch of ordinary high school students."
It was just that he really didn't want to give up such an easy task. He ate and drank well for free, and his monthly salary and allowance were like free prostitutes. Who knew what kind of task the higher-ups would give him next time?
But there was no other way. If he continued to eat and drink for free, people would probably report him.
Just as I, Sun Ziliang, was about to seal the report, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
The screen showed an unmarked phone number, but I, Sun Ziliang, did this on purpose. He had an extraordinary memory since he was young, and he could memorize the number after reciting it a few times. The lack of a name was also a result of his profession.
"Hello?"
The person on the other side of the phone was a special person he found from all walks of life. To put it nicely, it could be called a private detective.
The detective industry was illegal in China, but it was flourishing in the Island nation. There was even the Detective Industry Act that specifically guided private detectives. But on the surface, the Island nation paid the most attention to personal privacy. It could only be said that the Island nation was a product of compromise.
"Mr. Quan Yang, I've found the person you requested …"
"En."
I, Sun Ziliang, was slightly stunned. He then remembered what he had requested. "Understood, I'll transfer the balance to you now."
"Don't you need to do it face-to-face?
I still have some photos and videos here. "The person on the other side of the phone was surprised by my, Sun Ziliang's straightforwardness. This customer was really generous.
Face-to-face transaction?
Why would I be afraid of you lying to me?
I, Sun Ziliang, pretended to be an ordinary customer looking for an enemy. If there was really a private detective who dared to cheat money from the public security police …
"I'll just pick up the materials at the agreed location later …"
I, Sun Ziliang, quickly used the phone to transfer the money. Listening to the information on the other side of the phone, my, Sun Ziliang's eyes became brighter and brighter.
A few minutes later, I, Sun Ziliang, put down the phone and quickly swiped the pen on the paper. His majestic Chinese characters far exceeded the average Island nation level.
The report was about to be updated. New information had already appeared. How could he stop?
"I've finally found him."
I, Sun Ziliang, touched his forehead. He couldn't help but be excited by the alertness of a hound.
This guy had made him search for a long time. In the huge Tokyo area, there were tens of millions of people!
On the dark wall, he heavily slapped the relationship chart next to Mizuno.
Mizuno Sōichiro!