Inside the room, Ayatsuki Ayaka was asuring Aozawa's waist, using her legs in the absence of a tape asure.
Outside, emotions were mixed.
Sister Ayaka was willing to swear to the heavens that she absolutely wasn't trying to eavesdrop, just curious about what Ayaka and Aozawa were whispering in the room, so she stepped forward intending to listen.
But she never imagined today's youth could be so daring, barely exchanging words before engaging in activities that would leave adults blushing.
What to do?
Standing at the door, she bit her lip, wanting to remind the two of them.
Especially Aozawa, don't let youthful impulsiveness lead to any fatal incidents.
But if she spoke up, it would prove she was eavesdropping outside, and the first impression Aozawa had of her was already slovenly—second impression, a sneak at the wall.
Wouldn't that just cent her image as a creepy, single, older shut-in woman?
Washing away that impression wouldn't be easy.
But if she didn't speak up, and these clueless young ones accidentally caused a fatal mistake, what then?
Such matters would affect Ayaka's future.
As an adult, as her sister, could she really stand idly by and say nothing at this mont?
Is her reputation more important than her sister's future?
No, the answer was obvious!
Sister Ayaka listened to the sounds coming from the room, clamping her legs tightly, she steeled herself, and directly plucked a strand of hair, feeling a slight sting.
She gathered courage and shouted inside, "Aozawa! Rember not to cause any fatalities!"
After shouting, she quickly ran back to her bedroom.
She slamd the door shut, her heart pounding, deciding not to step out until Aozawa left the house.
She wished she could find a well to jump into.
The shout outside suddenly penetrated the door into the room.
Ayatsuki Ayaka's drowsy eyes widened, "Aozawa~"
She wanted to ask Aozawa to stop.
Aozawa was surprised by Sister Ayaka's shout but didn't care much, leaning down to cover Ayatsuki Ayaka's mouth.
He continued his actions.
By now, how could he possibly stop?
What Ayatsuki Ayaka originally wanted to say was abandoned under his thods.
Her eyes welled with water, forming tears that stread from the corners.
Aozawa drank those tears and made Ayatsuki Ayaka produce a very beautiful sound.
...
After the storm, peace descended in the bedroom.
Ayatsuki Ayaka's cheeks were flushed, like cooked lobster.
She rested against Aozawa's muscular right arm, raising a small fist to hit him on the chest, "You bad guy, bullying , now sister knows.
How am I supposed to face her?"
To such a soft and powerless little fist, Aozawa laughed, "It's okay, we're boyfriend and girlfriend, it's normal to do those things.
In fact, Sister Ayaka who eavesdropped should be thinking about how to face you later."
"You're right."
Ayatsuki Ayaka realized.
Aozawa grinned wickedly, "Want to go again?"
His energy couldn't be released in just one ti, it usually turns into a wild mode with Chitose.
But with Ayaka, he held a bit of compassion, unlike Chitose, her body couldn't handle as much.
Ayatsuki Ayaka's cheeks grew hotter, she patted his shoulder, "No way, my parents will be back soon."
Saying this, she suddenly panicked, "Quick, get up, get dressed, don't let them see."
"What's the big deal? I want to et dad and mom."
Ayatsuki Ayaka teased, "What are you saying, you can't et them so early, talk about it later."
Her cheeks remained red, urging Aozawa to get dressed and leave.
"Alright, alright."
Aozawa nodded repeatedly, blocking her speaking mouth, and in an instant, those bright eyes beca misty, seeming to overflow with tears again.
He let go, smiling, "See you tomorrow."
"We'll see."
Ayatsuki Ayaka answered with a trembling heart, feeling like her mouth was wide open.
Aozawa dressed, opened the bedroom door.
"Is anyone there?"
Ayatsuki Ayaka whispered from behind.
Aozawa smiled, "No one."
Relieved by this answer, Ayatsuki Ayaka pushed him with her elbow, "Then hurry up and go, I'm going to take a bath."
"Alright."
Aozawa moved to the entrance, put on his shoes, twisted open the door, sunlight spilled into the courtyard.
He closed the door with his hand, thinking it was ti to deal with those people.
First go to Shibuya to capture the informant Mickey's people, see if he can get information about Saike from them.
If not, he'll directly use the Fate Weaving ability to deal with Saike.
...
Informant Mickey in Japan's underground world can be said to be a famous intelligence agency, not affiliated with the official authorities.
The background behind the scenes is unknown.
So say it is related to foreign forces, others say dostic conglorates are supporting it from behind.
But their guesses are all wrong.
Behind Informant Mickey, there is no massive force supporting it, only silently proving that in this era, hacker technology is the true agent.
Many things can be learned through the internet, and much intelligence can also be obtained through hacking.
The thod of using an agent's identity to get close to soone is outdated.
Mickey from Informant Mickey never uses his real na in the field, he is thirty years old this year, and he relies on his hacking skills to steal various intelligence, thereby establishing wide connections with the leaders of the underground world.
He also controls a group of thirty-six internet water army in his own country.
He has connections with more than a dozen water armies abroad.
His employers usually change with the target; whoever has money, he serves them.
Sotis, he works for the Amast Foundation, specializing in promoting market economics in South Arica.
Sotis, he accepts support from the Democratic Fund, instilling democratic styles in a certain Eastern Great Nation.
Of course, with previous cases, Mickey did not seriously co up with new ans, he just dug out so old news from the past and sent it to those big Vs.
Paid them to treat past events as recent news to criticize the present.
He would also specifically compile cases concerning won from various places regardless of ti and location, and create gender opposition.
These thods are simple, yet effective.
There are always people willing to use those events to vent their dissatisfaction, and so truly believe.
After all, in such a big country, there's every kind of person.
Mickey is not worried his approach will beco outdated, he can always fool others.
Today is yet another fruitful day.
Mickey stretched lazily, picked up the coffee beside him, and stared at the computer screen in front of him.
A news piece about fifth-eleventh consecutive jump was already sent to so people.
This kind of baseless fake news doesn't need big Vs to co forward to condemn it, it just needs to spread among a small number of people, and then pretend to be pressured for limit flow, which makes it seem more credible.
Then let his water army expose soone jumping sowhere, the ultimate goal is to pick bones.
He screenshot this result and sent it to the Democratic Fund's contact person, demanding paynt.
How effective is it?
That's not his concern, as long as it goes out, there's money to be made.
Phew, suddenly wind sounded in the bedroom, the curtain was swept up, Mickey turned his head, his eyes flashed with doubt.
He clearly rembered the window was closed before, why is it suddenly open?
Mickey carefully took out the Glock G47 from the drawer.
Doing this line of work without a gun for defense is dangerous, he carefully approached the window.
The next second, he felt sothing grabbing his foot, and looked down, only to see black hands reaching out from the floor.
"Ah!"
After uttering this scream, he fell into darkness.
...
In the darkness where you can't see your hand, Mickey's mind cald down quickly after a brief panic.
Such a thing beyond reason obviously has only one possibility, which is related to the Different World uproar recently.
He swallowed, and shouted: "Who is playing such a joke on ?"
The darkness in front of him gradually faded, revealing a space like a secret chamber.
Aozawa walked boldly out of the darkness without any disguise, looking over the man in front of him, ordinary in appearance with a slightly slender body, he seed not the fighting type.
"Why did you tell Slim about Ayatsuki Ayaka's information?"
Upon hearing his question, Mickey's pupils shrunk, his heart gradually sinking as he said: "If I answer your question, can I live?"
"No."
Aozawa answered truthfully.
Mickey fell silent again and shrugged: "Aozawa, since I can't survive either way, why should I tell you the truth?"
Aozawa smiled, no matter how strong the will and beliefs are, in front of him, they are all clouds.
No one can lie once the hypnosis ability is activated.
"Tell , why do you know , and why did you tell Slim about Ayaka's information?"
Mickey's smile faded, his mind blurred, he instinctively answered: "Soone paid to investigate Morimoto Chiyoda, then I found out about you, and that your relationship with Ayatsuki Ayaka was good, so I decided to sell her information to Slim."
"Who was it?"
"Saike."
"I need his real na, what does he do?"
"His real na is Eden Burns, and he is currently the deputy director of the CIA."
Mickey revealed this intelligence, a look of horror erging on his face, feeling both his mouth and thoughts were no longer his own.
"Why does he want to do this?"
"I guess it's related to a power struggle, he is a veteran at the CIA and always believed he should be the new director, not John.
He wants to make Japan's CIA sub-bureau have a major mistake, to challenge John and seize the director's position."
Mickey disclosed the intelligence he held, his expression growing increasingly terrified, and his body retreated as he said: "You, what exactly did you do to ?"
"One last question, tell who in Informant Mickey knows about this, and the addresses of those water armies under you."
Aozawa decided to send those water armies away all together.
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