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Vermouth was not a woman who merely wallowed in resentment; when faced with a problem, she thought about how to solve it.
Vermouth was well aware that Fujiwara Toru, who held a CIA identity, was not free—there were always missions assigned by his superiors that he had to complete.
She was no different. If "That Man" issued a mission, she too had to carry it out without question.
"This drama is important, and I've already signed the contract. However, I can use my status to request that the final scenes be shot in Japan."
Vermouth's public identity was Chris Vineyard, an identity she neither intended nor could afford to abandon.
So, when it was time to film, she would still have to act.
Once in Japan, she could use the excuse of being exhausted from filming to take a temporary break and stay there.
She could even apply for a mission in Japan from "The Boss," giving herself more reasons and excuses to remain.
Thinking this through, Vermouth sent a message: "Wait for me in Japan, Boy~. I'll find time to come see you."
…
Fujiwara Toru, who had already arrived at the airport, received Vermouth's message. He chuckled softly. Mature women had this advantage—they were very mindful of boundaries.
If it had been a young girl newly infatuated, she might have thrown a tantrum or complained, wondering if he had discarded her after getting what he wanted.
But instead, Vermouth was considerate, thinking of how to make time to meet him.
Indeed, even without prior romantic experience, mature women were far more soothing to deal with.
After checking his passport and luggage, Fujiwara boarded the first-class cabin of the plane.
However, he didn't fly directly to Japan. Instead, he spent several hours crossing the Atlantic Ocean to arrive in London, the capital of England.
St. James's Park, London, was located near Downing Street, not far from the famous No. 10 Downing Street and the Thames River.
Fujiwara sat on a bench, engrossed in reading a newspaper.
It wasn't a serious newspaper but rather England's tabloid, The Sun. His focus was primarily on the semi-nude models featured in its pages.
Not long after, a refined elderly man dressed in a waistcoat, exuding gentlemanly charm, sat beside him.
The elderly man also pulled out a newspaper, though his choice was more respectable—the highly influential The Daily Telegraph.
With his eyes fixed on the paper, the elderly man spoke softly, "MI6 has a task to entrust to you."
Fujiwara, still staring at the semi-nude model on his page, replied indifferently, "I'm here specifically for that. Cut to the chase."
This elderly man was the head of MI6, and Fujiwara had received a mission from his adoptive father, stating that the CIA and MI6 needed to collaborate on a matter requiring his involvement.
Despite the advancements in technology, sending sensitive documents online always carried the risk of leaks.
Thus, critical confidential files were still delivered manually, and Fujiwara had come to England specifically for this purpose.
"Akai Mary, formerly known as Mary Sera, was a high-ranking agent of MI6. Seventeen years ago, her husband, Akai Mitsutake, also an MI6 agent, went missing in the United States."
"Afterward, their eldest son traveled to the U.S. and joined the FBI, hoping to investigate his father's disappearance."
The MI6 director casually pushed a manila envelope toward Fujiwara while seated.
Fujiwara picked up the file, his eyes still glued to the newspaper, and said, "I met Akai Shuichi just two days ago. His operational skills are impressive, and he's quite renowned within the FBI."
"Back then, he wanted to join the CIA but was rejected."
The MI6 director chuckled. "To investigate his father's disappearance, the best place to go would naturally be the CIA. The FBI doesn't handle such intelligence. Joining the FBI was simply his only option."
"Both his parents were MI6 agents, so it's understandable that he was denied entry into the CIA."
No matter how close the relationship between the U.S. and England, or how much intelligence they exchanged, mutual caution was always necessary.
"Akai Mary recently disappeared, leaving behind only a single message. Based on our intel, she likely headed to Japan."
"She is a high-ranking agent who possesses a great deal of MI6's classified information."
The director stated this matter-of-factly.
"Does MI6 suspect her of betrayal?"
Fujiwara asked.
"Yes. We're not afraid of ten thousand, but we fear just in case one in ten thousand. The fact that she left us a message indicates she hasn't lost her freedom, but her failure to report her situation actively has raised suspicions."
"You were strongly recommended by Spencer, and your reputation within MI6 precedes you. I trust you with this mission. I fear there may be people loyal to her within MI6, so I dare not assign it to anyone else."
"When you arrive in Japan, investigate Akai Mary's whereabouts and gather intelligence. If she has indeed betrayed us, eliminate her."
"That envelope contains all of Akai Mary's files."
The MI6 director spoke coldly.
This was the fate of spies—if suspected of betrayal, death was the only outcome.
"I understand."
Akai Mary, isn't she just Lead Sister? I remember she lives in a hotel somewhere?
But Tokyo has so many hotels, making it troublesome to investigate. No matter, as long as I look into Sera Masazumi or that shogi family, I'll be able to pinpoint her location.
"Since you want me to complete this mission, you'll have to provide funding, right?"
Fujiwara suddenly remarked.
The director's expression darkened, and he muttered reluctantly, "I'll arrange the funds through MI6."
Satisfied, Fujiwara smiled.
Once the funds are in my hands, they're all mine.
Buying a bag of screws for eighty thousand dollars seems reasonable enough, doesn't it?