I made up myths in America

Chapter 151 Flying Eagle, you don't want your identity to be exposed, do you?
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In a long-established Japanese restaurant in Shinjuku, Tokyo, premium Wagyu beef sizzled on the grill, its enticing aroma causing a large-nosed man in the room to swallow hard and ask in surprise:

"Ya Zi, you actually treated me to dinner here? This isn't like you at all. Did you strike it rich recently???"

"Hmph, guess?!"

The young woman sitting opposite me was wearing a very elegant black trench coat. She was a striking beauty, especially her eyes, which gave off a cunning, fox-like vixen-like feeling when she smiled and squinted. However, her overall demeanor exuded the aura of a strong and capable businesswoman.

After hearing her friend's words, she slammed a police ID card bearing the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department logo onto the table with great enthusiasm.

"So, you finally resigned from the Metropolitan Police Department?"

The eagle stared in surprise.

"What?! Open your dog eyes and look carefully! He's been promoted!!!"

The fox-eyed beauty sitting opposite Flying Eagle rolled her eyes speechlessly, then opened her police ID and told him to take a good look.

"Nogami Meiko, Chief of the Third Search Division, First Section, Extraordinary Countermeasures Division, Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department."

Well, seeing this, Flying Eagle realized something was wrong, quickly spat out the piece of beef he had just eaten, stood up, and made as if to leave.

But the next second, when the beautiful woman named Nogami Meiko sat there, smiling, she said, "Flying Eagle, you don't want your current identity to be exposed, do you? I've heard the Americans are looking for you everywhere."

His movements immediately froze. He turned around and sat down with a helpless expression, saying irritably, "Fine, fine, I knew it wouldn't be good if you treated me to a meal. Spit it out."

"hey-hey."

Seeing that her threat had worked, Nogami Meiko immediately switched to a gentle, feminine demeanor, diligently serving Hiyori beef, a sly smile playing on her delicate face as she said:

"Actually, it's nothing. You know, I'm under a lot of pressure as a mid-level leader in this newly established department of the Metropolitan Police Department, especially since our department is mainly responsible for searching for information related to supernatural powers. But after so long, apart from wasting time catching some charlatans, we haven't found anything. It's hard for me to explain to my superiors."

"It's no big deal."

On the surface, he's an international master thief, but he actually has many other identities, such as a private detective in Japan. Hearing this, Flying Eagle rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "Isn't your father the Metropolitan Police Department Commissioner? Who would dare to gossip about you?"

"But I don't want people to think I got this position because of family connections!!"

When she said this, Wild Sprouts spoke with particular seriousness, leaning forward, her heavy weight pressing down on the table. She rested her chin on her hand, her long, alluring fox-like eyes blinking repeatedly, deliberately trying to charm her:

"So I'll have to trouble you. Recently, an informant told me that a mysterious house briefly appeared on Mount Atago in Kyoto, and many tourists witnessed it."

"But then it disappeared quickly, and no one could find it. Even the large bamboo forest where the house was located was speculated to be some kind of strange formation set up by the Onmyoji. That's why I immediately thought of you."

Ok.

Upon hearing this, the eagle remained silent and gazed at the sky.

Another one came to me because he was good at divination and feng shui. I should have known better than to have told him everything when he was picking up girls.

Given their long-standing friendship, they ended up having dinner together.
He simply couldn't refuse Nogami Meiko's request.

So, Flying Eagle looked down at the high-grade Wagyu beef on the table, which was roasting and emitting a rich aroma, his eyes hardened, and he raised his hand boldly to the restaurant owner.

"Boss, bring me five more plates, no, ten plates of beef, and other dishes, whatever's expensive."

"Ah, okay, please wait a moment, sir." Upon hearing this, the restaurant owner smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.

"You bastard, are you a reincarnated starving ghost?!"

More than two hours later, with a slightly pained expression on Nogami Meiko's face, and amidst the mess of dishes and bowls in the room, Hiyori patted her slightly full stomach, finally satisfied with her meal.

He burped and stood up, his face flushed from the alcohol, saying that with his family's extensive knowledge of feng shui, he could definitely make Nogami Meiko's money's worth.

"I hope so."

Nogami Meiko rolled her eyes, pulled the drunkard into her sports car, and headed straight for Kyoto, hundreds of kilometers away, without even going home.

Meanwhile, at Osaka International Airport in Japan, a convoy of black luxury cars drove into the airport to greet Wesker and his entourage who had just landed, much to the surprise of the passengers.

"Manager Wesker!!"

The head of the Life Foundation branch is a middle-aged Japanese man named Masao Matsui who has become a U.S. citizen.

The president, who usually commands great respect in the branch and is meticulous in his work, immediately bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle upon seeing Wesker, who was wearing a black suit, black pants, and sunglasses, showing great deference.

After all, according to the information he received from headquarters, the person in front of him was no longer just a branch manager like himself, but had become a true superhuman. During his trip to Japan, he had been granted great authority by the directors of the Life Foundation.

"There's no need for all this formalities, Chairman Matsui. Let's just go to Kyoto."

Wesker didn't react much, said something in Japanese, and got into a luxury car in the middle of the convoy.

The luxury car already contained female staff members arranged by Matsui Masao, dressed in office lady attire and possessing excellent figures and demeanor.

If Wesker has any other needs, she will use her aloof and cold demeanor to satisfy this lord immediately.

But at this time.
Seeing Wesker sitting there, exuding an air of smugness, his face practically screaming 'I don't like women, I only care about work,' the female secretary, quite perceptively, sat up straight, presented a tablet with both hands, and said in fluent English:
"Mr. Wesker, please take a look. This is the current situation at Mount Atago in Kyoto."

Upon hearing this, Wesker took the tablet, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink as soon as he saw the screen.

Compared to what he had seen before, a thick white fog enveloped the high mountains near Kyoto.

The Osaka Police Headquarters has dispatched a large number of officers to cordon off the area around Mount Atago, prohibiting tourists from entering again.

"What happened?!"

After observing carefully for a moment, Wesker frowned deeply.

"It's because of a group of tourists who want to explore."

The female secretary said softly, "Although the Osaka police sent people to seal off Mount Atago immediately after the mysterious phenomenon appeared, many people ignored the warnings and believed that the Japanese government wanted to monopolize the supernatural power. So they secretly entered Mount Atago at night and caused this change."

As she spoke, the female secretary gestured to Wesker, turned slightly to the side, and swiped her finger across the tablet.

"This is a video sent out by the group of tourists before those strange white mists appeared."

In the video, in some dark underground passage, these people are being chased by a bizarre and terrifying doll with three eyes and four arms.

(End of this chapter)