Japan Intelligence Agency – Main Headquarters
Time: 2:10 PM
"Chief."
"Aspect. You're here."
"What's the mission this time? On the call, you sounded... cautious."
The Chief leaned forward, his voice low. "There's a reason for that. This one's not like any mission you've handled before."
I narrowed my eyes. "Go on."
"Two of the most dangerous criminals in the world have escaped from a high-security U.S. Intelligence prison."
I immediately understood.
"You mean... the Saikyou Brothers?"
The Chief gave a grim nod.
The Saikyou Brothers. Notorious across the globe. Their reputation wasn't just built on robbery—it was soaked in blood. Countless assassinations, large-scale heists, and an untraceable trail of destruction. Ruthless. Calculated. Cold.
"Two years ago," the Chief continued, "with the joint efforts of the U.S. and U.K. intelligence agencies, we finally managed to capture them. But…"
He paused.
"Due to a lack of concrete evidence, especially in the murder cases, we couldn't execute them. They were imprisoned only on robbery and suspected assassination charges."
"And now they've escaped," I said, my voice calm but edged with steel.
"Yes. According to U.S. intelligence, they've already landed in Japan—or rather, they will. Tonight. Their mission?" The Chief's jaw clenched. "The assassination of Professor Satoshi Nakamoto."
My eyes sharpened. "The professor from Hitachi Corporation?"
"The very same. He's not just a professor. You know his background better than anyone."
I did.
Satoshi Nakamoto wasn't just an academic. He was a strategic advisor for one of the most influential tech conglomerates in the world—Hitachi. A genius in economics, encryption, and artificial intelligence. A man whose death could shake both financial and intelligence frameworks.
"Why would the Saikyou Brothers target him?"
The Chief leaned back. "Money. As always. They're contract killers, Aspect. And Satoshi's work threatens the interests of several global black-market organizations. Killing him not only earns them millions—it also silences a threat."
I nodded slowly. "So what's the mission?"
"Your task is to locate and eliminate the Saikyou Brothers before they reach their target. You'll have support on this one."
"Who?"
A door creaked open behind me. I turned.
A tall man in a grey coat stepped in, a calm smirk on his face.
"Long time no see, Aspect," he said in a crisp British accent. "Detective Andrew Philip, U.K. Intelligence."
"I've read your file," I said, extending a hand.
"Likewise. Let's hunt some legends."
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10:00 PM – Tokyo International Airport
The night air was thick with tension as Andrew and I stood near Gate 4, observing passengers disembark.
"They're smart," Andrew muttered. "They'll disguise themselves."
"They're arrogant," I replied. "They won't bother."
"Do we intercept them before they leave the terminal?"
I nodded. "We neutralize them here. No chase. No witnesses."
A sharp whisper cut through the terminal crowd.
"Big brother... look over there. Those two... they're not regular guards."
"I see them," the older brother said, his voice cold. "They're intelligence. Kill them quickly before they interfere."
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A Few Hours Earlier – Somewhere Over the Pacific
"Big Brother, I still can't believe how easily we escaped," the younger Saikyou brother said, laughing quietly as he peered out the plane window.
"We were never meant to rot in that cage," the elder replied, his tone ice-cold. "Tonight, we land. We kill Nakamoto. We take the money. And then... we vanish."
They both smiled.
Not knowing that the world's greatest detective had already predicted their every move.
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Back at the Airport – 10:05 PM
The moment they stepped out of the gate, I saw them. Tall. Muscular. Covered under large coats and caps—but the gait, the posture, the sharp eyes scanning every shadow—they gave themselves away.
"Andrew. Left and right formation," I said.
"Understood."
We split.
The brothers hesitated, then froze.
"That one," the younger whispered. "The one walking toward us... that's Aspect. The Perfect Detective."
"Then kill him first."
"Gladly."
As they reached for their hidden weapons, I spoke aloud—calmly, almost casually.
"Gentlemen. The game's over."
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To Be Continued in Part 2…