That same night, Tokyo.
Sakuma returned to the observation room next to the interrogation room, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw his old colleague Aramaki waiting inside.
"You are very enthusiastic about the anti-terrorism class." Sakuma said teasingly.
Arakimaki ignored Sakuma's amateurishness, and said directly, "I wonder if this person doesn't know any important information at all?"
"I thought so too. We've been pouring him so much alcohol and he hasn't said a word. At times like this, I wish we had that universal Veritaserum in the movie."
"Isn't there a new compound in the technical department? It was given by the CIA, haven't you tried it?"
"I tried it a long time ago, and it's not as effective as alcohol. It seems that Americans can't make a more reliable veritaserum than alcohol."
Potions that only tell the truth after eating do not exist in reality, so humans have developed various torture techniques.
Sakuma looked at the "human prisoner" on the other side of the glass: "Anyway, I think that his defenses have been destroyed by us long ago, and then he said everything we can say. What we want to know, he is true." I don’t know. Fortunately, it’s not completely fruitless now, we at least know who we are fighting with.”
Araki was silent.
"What's wrong?" Sakuma asked.
There is a saying in their group that if Aramaki is serious and contemplative, something bad will happen afterwards.
"This organization," Huang Maki said, "is it really just for fundraising? The CIA prints counterfeit money, the KGB secretly sells weapons, and both of them sell narcotics. Drug lords in South America often get money from both the CIA and the KGB." Intelligence support, we are all familiar with these things.
"But, why is this fundraising organization equipped with such heavy firepower?"
"Maybe... it's to ensure that we can grab the territory from Jidao?"
"Are you using... a DShka heavy machine gun?" Arakimaki frowned, "Isn't it possible to fight Yakuza?"
In fact, Sakuma also thought it was too nonsense, how could it be used in pole fighting.
"Perhaps...these are the weapons that were meant to be handed over to the Quangongdou? The KGB want to arm the Quangongdou like they armed the Black Panthers?"
Sakuma's speculation made Aramaki nod slightly: "This possibility cannot be ruled out. If it is true, then what prevented the delivery of these things is very intriguing. In addition, how did these things flow into Japan? Domestically, I also want to investigate thoroughly.”
"Already investigating, but I think... it is not so easy for us to find out the truth. If there is a mole, it must be a high-level mole who is very good at hiding, just like the code-named bishop of the CIA in the Kremlin. Like a mole.
"To be honest, this is not an enemy we can find out. The CIA has to take action."
Aramaki: "Is Japan really an independent country?"
"How is it possible for an independent country to have foreign troops stationed there?" Sakuma said in a mocking tone.
He was not worried that he would be put on small shoes after the word spread, because everyone said so, and the law does not blame the public.
"Then in this world, there are only five top-ranked countries that can be counted as independent countries. After all, only these five have no foreign troops." Arakimaki actually responded seriously to this ridicule.
"Didn't you miss India?" Sakuma asked.
"Sorry, mine." Araki replied.
Then he brought the off-track topic back to the original track: "I have a bad premonition. The mysterious information that was suddenly broadcast on their shortwave radio station yesterday made me forget about food and drink."
"The price of the vegetables? Didn't the people in the decoding department say that they compared the previously broadcast information and thought it was a meaningless spam?"
"That's what they said," Aramaki shook his head, "But when I think about when they were learning relevant knowledge in college, the code compiled by the people standing on the podium was easily deciphered by the Americans, I feel very uncomfortable. Reliable."
"Hahaha." Sakuma laughed.
It seems that no matter what industry they are in, those who go to the scene like to make fun of those who sit in the office.
"In short, we have strengthened the defense of key nodes in Tokyo." After laughing, Sakuma said seriously.
Aramaki: "Maybe the target will be civilians. This is a new phenomenon that has emerged around the world recently. It is not about kidnapping civilians to satisfy their demands, but simply targeting civilians to spread terror."
"Is this crazy?" Sakuma was speechless. He is a gongan. Although he specializes in a different direction from Aramaki, it is also his homework to pay attention to new trends around the world. Of course, he also noticed the "new trend" that Aramaki said.
"It's not crazy, it's a rational choice." Aramaki said in a cold voice, "Compared to attacking heavily guarded targets, the cost of attacking civilians is much lower. Compared with kidnapping, directly installing a bomb to create a large number of Casualties are also much simpler.
"It will become like this, it is the result of a purely rational choice. It is a compromise with reality after admitting one's own weakness and garbage."
Sakuma frowned: "You... Are you blackmailing those guys?"
"Yeah." Arakawa readily admitted, "This is a kind of degradation. The CIA will deliberately stigmatize the Black Panther Party, but soon, these guys will become unnecessary to spend the budget to stigmatize .
"They will naturally not get the support and sympathy of the general public. Such idiots will become no threat, and the era when the people above can sleep peacefully has come.
"But correspondingly, it's hard for those of us who run errands."
"No, no, we are civil servants who have passed the highest level of examination after all, but the income is relatively low."
Sakuma didn't know that in ten years or so, civil servants would become the most envied group in Japan because of their stable and not low annual salary.
It is now 1980, Japan is standing on the threshold of the bubble era of luxury and money, and the salaries of civil servants are not enough.
After laughing at himself, Sakuma turned to gossip mode: "Have you heard that Shiratori over there is also going to be a consultant at Siling Heavy Industries?"
Araki curled his lips: "Will Shiratori also go? It's not surprising. Both his daughters have been admitted to private universities. I can understand this choice, but I can't accept it."
"Hmph, you are single for ten thousand years, of course you can be handsome and stick to your duty. You and Goto from the mobile team are really a perfect match."
"I don't know how to go fishing during working hours." Aramaki protested, frowning, "However, Goto-san's business ability is very strong, which I really admire."
"A man who is not married must have strong business ability. It is as amazing as a virgin manga artist."
Before the words were finished, the door of the observation room opened, and Sakuma's junior came in from a distance, said "Sorry" to Aramaki, and then directly whispered a few words into Sakuma's ear.
Sakuma was speechless: "Are you sure?"
"What's wrong?" Arakawa looked at him suspiciously.
"There was a message from the CIA that the target might be Osaka. Sure enough, that mysterious message was an instruction. American cryptographers are better than us." Sakuma replied.
"Isn't that nonsense? Throughout World War II, the Allied Forces won the intelligence war completely. Otherwise, the most famous spy agencies in the world today would not be the CIA, KGB, and MI6."
"Senior Arakimaki," Yuan Jian reminded, "What you said just now not only scolded the colleagues in the Decoding Department, but also brought us in."
"But isn't this the truth? We are not even comparable to our German counterparts. The Gestapo has surpassed Sorge's defeated Tegoko in terms of fame and performance." Aramaki said bluntly.
"Okay, now we are going to Osaka to support, and now we can still catch the last Shinkansen."
"Can't you take a plane from the Self-Defense Forces?" Araki asked, frowning.
"Forgive me, if we want to take the plane of the Self-Defense Forces, you don't know how much paperwork is required, so let's take the Shinkansen."
Aramaki complained: "Paperwork... are we really a secret service?"
"Strictly speaking, we are civil servants." Sakuma shrugged.
**
When Xing Jishang entered, Li Zhenghe was watching a video.
Xing Jishang just wanted to complain that he just scolded his subordinates for renting the videotape indiscriminately, but found that the content of the videotape was not that kind of B-grade movie.
Even better than a B-movie.
"Is this the movie to be played?" he asked.
"Hmm." Li Zhenghe nodded, "It seems to want to trigger a new wave of anti-security agreements, distract the CIA, and reduce the funds used to train rebels in Afghanistan."
"KGB's calculations are really good, so... what do you mean by my hometown?"
"It's not interesting." Li Zhenghe replied absent-mindedly, and then ejected the videotape from the VCR.
VCRs are fashionable now, and they are expensive, but young people want to buy one at home, and then they can watch rented movies at home.
"Really?"
"It's true, they only want us to complete the mission of KGB. However, there is one condition added, that is, we have to completely play Korean. By the way, where is your favorite dog meat shop in Seoul?"
Xing Jishang quickly said the name of the street and the store, and then added a comment on the flavor of the store.
Although Xing Jishang has never been to Seoul, let alone patronize this store.
This is written in the "personal design information" sent to Xing Jishang.
This dog meat shop does exist, and the street and house number are also real, but they have never received a customer named Xing Jishang.
"I still think," Xing Jishang looked at the videotape thrown on the table by Li Zhenghe after reciting the address of the dog meat shop, "just to play this videotape, it's a bit..."
"That's the Osaka SF Conference, where the Osaka Prefectural Police is heavily guarded. There is no surprise, and it is very difficult to hold the entire venue hostage at once. We don't have an entire army to do this. An action team of more than a dozen people is here. It is very difficult to control the entire venue without the interference of the police. If there are a large number of police at the scene, it will be an impossible task.
"If you want to blame it, you can blame the group of hostages in the Olympic Village in Munich eight years ago. Since then, there have not been so many loopholes to take advantage of in the security operations of such large-scale events."
Xing Jishang still frowned: "But, if you just want to play the video directly, wouldn't it be a better choice to raid NHK?"
"Even if we raid NHK and broadcast the video, there is no guarantee that others will watch it. Maybe he is watching another channel? What if the Japanese side reacted quickly and cut off the signal? What if the Japanese government cut off the power to the NHK building
"So we have to take hostages, as many hostages as possible, this will become a hot spot, and reporters will flock in. After the news control time granted by law is up, the Japanese government cannot forcibly stop them from reporting relevant news.
"And even if the venue we occupy is cut off, it will not affect the operation of the cameras in the hands of reporters. We can also arrange for people to send the reprinted version of this video to various TV stations.
"So this video can be spread through 'legal' channels. The Japanese government can't stop it even if it wants to, because their news organizations are profit-seeking, and they have enough ratings and newspaper purchases. Advertising revenue. They will not let go of such a good topic.
"KGB's wishful thinking is quite loud."
Li Zhenghe patiently explained these to Xing Jishang.
"Is this okay?" Xing Jishang asked worriedly, "Aren't you afraid that I will expose the plan by talking too much?"
"If you're a traitor, I'm probably in prison now." Li Zhenghe shrugged, "Besides, the higher-ups didn't expect those who participated in this mission to come back alive. They probably hoped that we would die in this mission, and then reminisce about our childhood The taste of the dog meat I ate in Seoul, while reciting the death poem.”
Xing Jishang twitched his lips: "Then can I go to the side of the mission?"
"You can think about it, you will basically die over there, and there may be a way to survive here."
Xing Jishang curled his lips and stopped talking.
He turned his gaze to the video tape, but suddenly found that there was another video tape on the table besides the video tape that KGB asked to play just now, and the outer packaging seemed to be something banned under 18.
Li Zhenghe noticed Xing Jishang's gaze, and then directly stuffed the video into the video recorder, and pressed the play button.
Xing Jishang frowned, suppressed his expectations, and looked at the screen.
Then he found out he was wrong.
Li Zhenghe: "This is what I want to show at the Osaka SF Conference, and this is my self-confidence."
Xing Jishang opened his mouth halfway: "You mean, after you finish playing KGB's video, you just play this one you made yourself?"
"Why can't I put the one I made first?" Li Zhenghe asked.
"Well..." Xing Jishang was stunned, "There is no rule that you have to put the KGB tape first, probably."
"Then, it's a happy decision, and then I have to meet the brothers who will act with me this time."
"Didn't it mean that, except for the high-level people, our people should not know your existence?" Xing Jishang asked.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter now, even if I am famous for my fate, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this time, we are the legendary dead warriors.
"I hope that other people are like you, and have memorized the characters in the manual."
Xing Jishang looked at Li Zhenghe: "Is this really good? Don't you often say..."
"Excellent commanders can bring soldiers home. Yes, I often say, but what can I do? My hometown sent a special code, asking me to do my best to complete the commission of the KGB'guests. I What else can I do?"
Li Zhenghe asked twice, "What can I do?" Xing Jishang pursed his lips, unable to answer.
Yes, what else can I do? Betrayal? KGB's anti-rape team will not let the traitors go. In order to have a warning effect, they usually use very cruel methods to kill the target. It is not at all like a neighboring country that likes to use eight-wheeled heavy trucks to directly send people to heaven.
In addition, Li Zhenghe is alone, and the whole family is not hungry when he is alone. But Xing Jishang's wife and daughter are still in his hometown.
What else can I do