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Chapter 363 Seven of the six conditions are normal

Jack would never imagine rising to the top in one fell swoop. The position of director of the CIA, no matter how hard he thought, would never fall on him.

There are many competitors in front of him.

One of them is his immediate boss, John.

Jack wanted to move John up and then promote himself to become the branch director of the Japanese branch.

Even though he is a branch director, at that position, he has the power to control all CIA agents in Japan.

Jack usually doesn't think about those things, but once the opportunity arises, he naturally wants to become the branch chief.

But he knew in his heart that his brain was not strong enough to participate in upper-level matters, so he wanted to ask Chiyo Morimoto to teach him to see if he had any good ideas to move himself up.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Chiyo Morimoto knew this.

The things Jack said before were undoubtedly paving the way for this question.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of behavior. Compared with those leaders who only know how to draw cakes in vain, Jack at least actually puts cakes in people's mouths and makes them full.

I don’t have high requirements for workers, I just want the people above me not to make a fuss.

It can be said to be a good thing for the task force or her that Jack takes over John's position.

It’s better than parachuting in a leader you don’t know at all.

“If you want to take the position of director at this time, you naturally need to make meritorious deeds.

You can try asking your informants to see if they have any new information for you. "

Chiyo Morimoto did not directly express his opinions, but only adopted a tactful strategy, asking him to find Emily to forge false information, become the director first, and then find ways to verify or eliminate the false information.

These words cannot be said clearly over the phone.

Chiyo Morimoto didn’t want to leave any evidence, lest she be implicated in the matter when it was revealed.

"I see, that's true."

Jack mused.

Chiyo Morimoto felt a little sleepy, stretched herself and said, "Let's put it this way, I'll hang up first."

"Ah."

Jack hung up the phone, grabbed the square wine glass, and shook it, letting the ice cubes inside hit the body of the glass.

His eyes turned from hesitant to determined. He raised his head and took a big sip. If he wanted to go further, he could only show his achievements mixed with water.

……

Shinjuku, Kabukicho -chome.

The signboard of the Big Fat Sheep Bar is neither eye-catching nor very colorful. It is draped in the shadow of the building and refuses the dusk.

A lone sign stood in front of the stairs leading to the basement. Jack, wearing a light blue suit, stepped into the alley and went straight to this bar, which seemed to have no business.

He went down the stairs, turned a corner, and then went down to a door.

Jack unscrewed the wooden door.

The soft music played inside the bar is not intense, like a stream flowing in the mountains in summer, with a gentle and pleasant sound.

The cabinets behind the bar are filled with various wines with English names, as well as some Japanese soju and Chinese liquor.

The entire basement covers a small area and is exquisitely decorated. It focuses on the high-end and elegant style. It can be said to be an upgraded version of an izakaya.

No waiter was asked.

The bar is the bartender and the owner.

Jack walked to the bar, sat on a high stool, and smiled: "Have a glass of whiskey with ice."

Catalina wears ill-fitting bartender clothes, which makes people suspicious that the next second she will tear up the clothes and transform into King Kong roaring.

She poured a glass of whiskey, added ice, and placed it on the bar.

The space inside the bar is very wide, and Emily on the lounge chair looks like a retired old lady, holding a newspaper.

Hearing the sound, Emily closed the newspaper, raised her head and said, "Jack, what are you doing here?"

“CIA director kidnapped by KGB, White House wants to elect new director.”

Before she finished speaking, Emily rolled her eyes and said, "You don't want the position of director, do you?

Don't have unrealistic dreams. "

In response to her sharp remarks, Jack smiled bitterly, knowing that this person was still angry about the lack of contact before.

But he couldn't help it either.

At that time, Director John repeatedly stated that he could not offend the eldest son of the Morgan consortium.

He could only pretend not to hear the sharpness of Emily's words, and continued: "I don't dare to think about the position of the general bureau, but the position of the branch director is no problem.

As long as I can provide some important information to Director John at this time, he will promote me. "

"What important information?"

"This depends on your inference."

Jack looked expectant.

Emily rolled up the newspaper. She had made a very strict contact plan before, even preparing code words.

But Dio's delay in showing up, and the fact that the person who listed Hu Die from the Phoenix Courtyard as a friend forced Emily to admit a sad fact.

He is just one of Dior's many friends.

Dio didn't have time to keep an eye on her 24 hours a day.

All you need to do is prohibit the CIA and the task force from contacting you at certain times.

"If you don't explain things clearly, it will be difficult for me to give you any information."

Emily relied on a series of videos through newspapers, YouTube, Douyin and other news channels to convince her that this incident was related to Dior.

However, Chiyo Morimoto had no contact.

She is accustomed to being a well-informed person. When no news reaches her ears, she will become troubled and speak sharply.

"you listen to me."

Jack quickly relayed what happened to Emily.

As time went on, the intelligence he obtained also increased, becoming more specific than in the afternoon. For example, the Gao Tianyuan plan will allocate 100 billion US dollars for post-disaster reconstruction, leaving the remaining 200 billion to continue the secret implementation of the Gao Tianyuan plan.

There are also changes related to the Pentagon.

These things are considered to be the indirect effects of Dior, so the CIA must also capture them.

In other words, the CIA wants to capture all the information. If they don't capture it, how can they confirm that it has nothing to do with Dior?

"Bruno is a traitor, he is a KGB man, one of the participants in Project Flame.

Designed to capture Director Keith, things about Dio may have been leaked to the KGB.

After intense discussion above, we came to the conclusion that we should continue to hide this from our allies.

They did not believe that the KGB could abide by its treaty with MI6 and share important intelligence. "

"Imperialist crows are all black."

Emily made a comment and fell into deep thought again.

Dior actually chose to intervene in this matter. What is his purpose?

Logically speaking, nothing Vincent did, good or bad, could threaten Dio.

What exactly made Dior choose to take action?

Was his chosen friend's life threatened in that war?

But Hu Die was not in Washington at the time.

Or, it could be said that all these developments were actually expected by Dio, who wanted to complete a certain ritual with the souls of the war dead.

But the US military and evil... do seem to meet the conditions.

Instigating a war in a certain country, sacrificing a large number of souls, and finally connecting them into a huge ritual pattern on the map. Is this the sixth condition for Dio to ascend to heaven?

When Emily thought of this speculation, her eyes lit up and she said, "You can submit the sixth condition for going to heaven."

"You said."

Jack immediately became energetic. Things related to Dior were naturally a top priority.

Emily expressed her thoughts, and Jack was lost in thought. This matter was too important, "What if Dio's sixth condition is not this?"

"Isn't it normal to have seven out of six conditions?"

Emily replied without changing her expression.

Jack suddenly understood, drank all the whiskey in one breath, and said solemnly: "I will report to the superiors immediately."

"and many more."

Emily shouted.

Jack stopped and asked, "Anything else?"

"You didn't pay, it's five hundred thousand yen a cup."

"So expensive?"

"Do you think the name Big Fat Sheep Bar was chosen for nothing?"

Emily replied slowly.

The meaning of the name of the Big Fat Sheep Bar is to kill whoever comes to the door.

Dior is an exception.

Jack could only pay by swiping his card and left in a hurry.

The bar falls into the embrace of beautiful melody again.

Emily stopped reading the newspaper in her hand and unwrapped the lollipop, thinking about Dior in her mind.

That person's influence on the world is gradually deepening.

However, the entrance to another world has not continued to appear recently. Is it because the monster has become weaker?

Or is Dior using means of compensation to deepen the barrier between the two worlds?

Emily really wanted to go to another world again and talk to Griffith.

That was the second apostle she met besides Dio.

Although meeting him may not necessarily have any impact on Dio, but that's just how humans are.

I always like to do some useless things, trying to wait for the useless things to work in the future.

……

Night falls.

The Big Fat Sheep Bar still had few customers today.

Emily yawned and took another pack of chocolates from the table and opened it. She felt that if she continued to eat chocolates while lying down like this, a little fat would be added to her slender waist.

But this decadent lifestyle makes Emily, who has nothing to do, unable to stop.

As she thought in her mind, the door to the bar opened with a tinkling sound that was different from the melody.

Catalina wiped the empty wine glass and looked at the door.

A familiar figure stepped here.

The person who came was 1.85 meters tall, with short blond hair standing up like the quills on a porcupine's back.

The leather jacket was not zipped up, revealing his chest covered with chest hair. His trousers and military boots were on the ground, and he looked very heroic.

"The drunkard."

Catalina read out the name, her eyes showed a hint of solemnity, and she glanced at the blond man and tall woman following closely behind.

Her body became tense, like a tiger whose territory was invaded, and she growled: "You are not welcome here, get out!"

"Don't be so nervous, aren't we all Russians?"

The blond man smiled, strode to the bar, sat down calmly, and said with a smile: "Hello, Miss Emily."

The long-lost Russian language made Emily feel in a daze, and she almost couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

The last time I heard Russian was the last time.

"who are you?"

"Bruno Arndt."

After taking off his glasses, he no longer concealed the sharpness in his eyes, and his whole body was filled with confidence.

(End of this chapter)