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Fujiwara Toru slowly woke up under the blinding sunlight.

He yawned, turned over, and reached out beside him, but felt nothing.

After groping around beside him a couple of times, Fujiwara Toru finally opened his eyes. There was no one beside him anymore.

"Chris? You woke up so early?"

Fujiwara Toru called out twice, but no one responded.

He put on his pajamas and walked out of the bedroom of this private apartment belonging to Vermouth, entering the living room.

The apartment was empty, without a sound. Only milk, eggs, bread, bacon, and other items were placed on the dining table. On the refrigerator in the living room, there was a piece of paper held by a fridge magnet.

Fujiwara Toru walked over, picked up the paper, and took a look. It read:

"Boy, I have some urgent matters to attend to, so I went out first. I've made breakfast for you. If it gets cold, just heat it up in the microwave. Wait for me to come back tonight~"

At the end of the note, there was even a cute heart drawn.

On the note, Vermouth also kindly told him where the microwave was and for how many minutes and at what heat setting he should heat the food if it got cold, as if afraid Fujiwara Toru wouldn't know how.

In addition, Vermouth also reminded him not to wash the used dishes; she would clean them up when she returned.

"Just like an old mother hen."

Fujiwara Toru shook his head and smiled.

But thinking about it carefully, Vermouth's age wasn't young, so it was normal for her to act like an old mother hen.

As soon as the thought arose, Fujiwara Toru quickly suppressed it.

Mentioning a woman's age in front of her was a big taboo!

Fujiwara Toru was too lazy to wash up first. He sat down at the dining table and enjoyed the breakfast Vermouth had prepared for him.

After finishing his meal, Fujiwara Toru went to the washroom. Inside, there were a new towel and toothbrush prepared for him by Vermouth.

He had to admit, older women really knew how to take care of people.

If it were a young girl, he might have had to take care of her instead.

After washing up, Fujiwara Toru returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and casually turned on the TV.

"BBA Channel reporting: Yesterday, a vicious shooting incident occurred in the Brownsville district of the metropolis. According to eyewitnesses at the scene, the gunfight was extremely intense, and both sides even used fully automatic weapons."

"Brownsville Police Chief stated that this was a vicious terrorist attack. No organization has claimed responsibility for this incident yet. The investigation of this incident will be jointly handled by the CIA and FBI."

"..."

The news from yesterday was playing on TV, and Fujiwara Toru watched with great interest.

Although there were eyewitnesses, no video recording was left behind. Fujiwara Toru was sure of this.

Besides, even if a video recording had been left, it would be difficult to release it. Don't think that America truly had freedom of the press. With just one sentence from the CIA involving national secrets, all media outlets wouldn't dare to act rashly.

While watching the news, Fujiwara Toru's phone rang again. He picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and said lazily:

"Boss, what's up?"

The stern voice of Fujiwara Toru's adoptive father, the CIA Director, came through the phone: "You caused quite a stir yesterday."

Fujiwara Toru didn't care about the other party's sternness at all. He knew Spencer was just putting on an act. He smiled and said:

"Boss, how can you say I caused quite a stir? I specifically went to a remote place in the Brownsville district. You know that's the poorest district in the metropolis, with many slums. No one will care."

"Besides, compared to the little stir I caused, Boss, you should go find trouble with Mossad. Those people are too audacious, daring to do such things on American soil."

Spencer said ambiguously, "Hmm, I will take responsibility for this matter. You don't need to worry about it. Although those people can be identified as Mossad, there is no evidence left behind, so we can't do anything."

Fujiwara Toru sneered inwardly. He knew this matter would probably be glossed over.

The Zionist influence within America was not small, and Spencer belonged to the Republican Party, having intricate connections with those Zionists.

Even if those "squids" really caused trouble, Spencer would probably have to find a way to clean up their mess.

"Wicker, the universities in Japan are about to start. You need to return to Japan."

CIA Director Spencer instructed.

"Hmm, I know. I'll buy a plane ticket to Japan in a bit."

Fujiwara Toru said casually.

"The CIA department in Japan will be under your responsibility. I will instruct them over there."

Spencer knew that to get Fujiwara Toru to do the next thing, he had to give him some benefits.

Fujiwara Toru didn't have much affection for his adoptive father.

He was one of those chosen by the CIA for training from the orphanage back then.

It was just that Fujiwara Toru performed too well, which moved Spencer. Wanting to turn Fujiwara Toru into his private force, he used adoption, hoping to influence him with familial affection.

If Fujiwara Toru were really a child who knew nothing, he probably would have been brainwashed and become Spencer's thug.

However, as a transmigrator, although Fujiwara Toru's memories from before transmigration were somewhat vague, his basic adult thinking was still there.

Therefore, he hadn't been brainwashed and still maintained his sense of self.