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Chapter 145 - Don’t Worry

Silence, for the most part, is a good thing.

Whether it's the FBI in charge of the interrogation, the FBI in charge of the record, or the FBI outside the interrogation room, the silence is palpable.

Jodie: "..."

Jodie's supervisor: "..."

There was no need to ask any more questions, and if they did, I'm afraid that anyone who saw the video would think that the FBI was so heartless as to torture a man who was being interrogated in such a cooperative manner.

The supervisor slowed down and said, "Uh, well,"

"You called him 'master'. Why?"

It's a cushion of bullshit.

Interceptor Inuo: "My name is Inuo."

After a pause, he adds, "He calls me Inuo, and I have been given this new name since thirteen days ago."

"What's 'Inuo'?"

In Japanese, it might have been a somewhat interesting surname, but in English it was fairly straightforward: dog's tail.

The message was so obvious that, after having 'bad luck' once or twice, Inuo had the good sense to change his name.

"I don't know anything about my master," He volunteered.

"I don't know his past, and I have no way of understanding it, and even the title 'master' is only something I unilaterally took the initiative to call him."

The implication is that Inuo doesn't know the white-haired young man's name, but only the title 'master', which is barely a substitute.

But the FBI is not to be called after.

The supervisor frowned, "He didn't tell you even one name-like pronoun?"

"Pseudonym?"

Inuo shook his head, "No."

"But," he thought, a little hesitant, but thinking that he had been sent here as a gift, and that he would not be out of luck for a bit longer by saying what he had to say, he said, "he seems to be a Japanese."

The supervisor's face changed dramatically, "Japanese?!"

Jodie walked into the pantry, made a cup of coffee, and without looking back said, "They're in a meeting."

"A meeting related to that mysterious young man with white hair."

"Neon...is there something special about it?"

Why did the supervisor's face change when he heard it might be a Neon?

Mid- to high-level FBI members might know, but Jodie is a relatively restricted FBI investigator who didn't join the FBI through normal channels.

She joined the FBI not through the normal channels, but through the Witness Protection Program.

The Witness Protection Program is a program for special people, which, ignoring a few factors, means, quite simply, protection.

Like protecting the children of deceased FBI agents.

Jodie's father was a deceased FBI agent who died in a very unusual way, silenced while pursuing a mysterious organization.

The assassin was a beautiful but cold-blooded young blonde woman who could laugh at her target's child even after she'd taken care of him, and who didn't hesitate to take care of the root of the problem.

Jodie survived.

So she became an FBI agent, a man like her father, tracking down organizations and blonde women with blood feuds against them.

But the FBI isn't some charitable playground, it's a semi-public place with its own rules, rules everyone has to follow, and to move up, you have to learn to use them.

And it's a relatively stable place.

Stability means that every outstanding young man with no background must honestly bow down and struggle for a while in the lower levels before he can get the same ticket to the middle levels as those with connections or those who have survived longer. 

And a ticket to the top is something you can only dream about once in a while.

Jodie had the ability and loyalty inherited from her father, but there was no room for advancement, and she remained in the same position she had when she first joined the FBI, with no access to relatively classified information, and very little access to common sense.

Akai Shūichi has found out.

He said, "Five years ago, there were some very bloody incidents in Neon, you should have heard of them."

"Neighborhoods?" Jodie quickly responded, "Congressman snipers?"

She reacted again, "Something to do with the FBI?!"

They didn't look at each other as they talked, as if they just happened to be making coffee together.

"There's a connection," Akai Shūichi said, "A group of FBI investigators went to Neon."

Because 'Satan' was too arrogant.

Without observing the tacit agreement between criminals and the police, without a shred of military virtue, and as if he had no scruples whatsoever, he recklessly caused one big case after another, stirring up the fears of countless people.

After all, it happened in Tokyo, and the FBI had to take care of it, so they set up a task force and sent a group of investigators there.

There was a slight concern that this kind of bloodshed might be related to a mysterious organization.

That's why the whole thing was kept from Jodie, who only heard about it on the news and didn't know what was going on inside the FBI.

Which means, "Nothing happened to those people."

Jodie quickly recalled what she'd vaguely groped for in recent years, and was certain, "Nothing happened to the people who went to Japan."

"Most of the FBI agents nowadays, I know, especially the upper-middle class, and nearly half of them are my father's former boss' boss."

Since they were going after such a sensational case, of course the FBI couldn't just send some low-level members, they had to send some mid-level members and really capable guys.

If something happened to those guys in Neon, there would be a corresponding upheaval at the FBI in New York, and it wouldn't be so quiet that Jodie wouldn't even notice the difference.

Akai Shūichi nodded, "They're back."

"But they've come back with nothing to show for it."

"The investigators spent nearly a month in Tokyo and found nothing," he said, "that's what they said."

That's obviously a lie.

If nothing really happened, why did Jodie's supervisor turn pale the moment they heard it?

Akai Shūichi: "That's all I found out."

He's in a similar position to Jodie, except that the FBI didn't care about him at first, so they didn't press him, allowing him to skyrocket to the mid-levels.

But now there's only so much room for advancement.

And he's also on the trail of a mysterious organization.

The same goal, the same situation, is the basis for Akai Shūichi and Jodie to work together.

Since it's a partnership, there's no way that only one party can contribute.

Jodie was decisive, "I'll bring coffee to the conference room."

The conference room was soundproofed and surrounded by surveillance cameras, and during meetings, the surveillance guys would subconsciously keep an eye on the conference room so that no one would be eavesdropping in the corner for long periods of time.

It was impossible to eavesdrop for long, but it was possible to listen for a short time.

Jodie carried the tray, took five or six seconds to press the door handle silently, and heard the conference call.

"Trespassing into a murder scene, a private residence, threatening or intimidating people, etc., these can still be considered crimes. We won't set up a special task force, but we can send FBI members to investigate."

These were the words of Jodie's supervisor, his name was Logan.

Logan's tone shifted from lighthearted to hesitant, "But, five years ago, when the agents were teased in Tokyo... was it a mysterious organization..."

"It's just a suspected Japanese, I don't think there's too much to worry about."