Of course, Morimoto Chiyoda couldn't be one hundred percent certain that it was someone from Institute No. 47 who acted.

It's also possible that Johnny got involved in other trouble and ended up dead.

Dio ascended to Paradise.

But Tokyo remains a gathering place for agents and various factions.

It has the most Treasure Users in the world, impossible for other countries to overlook.

And with Dio's killing spree creating a huge vacancy in the underground world.

No local force to consume it, foreign powers will come to divide a share.

Territorial disputes resulting in murders occur from time to time.

Even when countries were in a state of emergency war last week, the underground forces didn't restrain themselves.

On the contrary, taking advantage of such tense atmosphere, the underground world appears more active.

Some wealthy individuals or part of the people, in times of crisis, don't consider how to rescue themselves but pursue various thrills.

Therefore, Morimoto Chiyoda couldn't completely exclude the possibility of an accident.

Institute No. 47 as the prime suspect must naturally be investigated first.

However, how did they know Johnny's identity?

She fell into contemplation, pondering if there was someone colluding with the Department of Energy behind Institute No. 47 within the intelligence department or the CIA itself?

Is an internal investigation needed?

The thought passed through Morimoto Chiyoda's mind as her fingers lightly tapped on the table.

The CIA has strong external investigative abilities.

But like most intelligence agencies, their internal examination level is infamously low.

No one dares to truly scrutinize.

If they actually find something, what then?

Previously, capturing insiders was either based on specific suspicions or from adversary forces obtaining a list of insiders.

The CIA aims to find hidden insiders through large-scale internal audit.

This kind of task is futile.

Morimoto Chiyoda after much thought decided to temporarily abandon that idea.

She glanced at the clock on the table; half an hour remained before five o'clock.

Morimoto Chiyoda lowered her head, pondering which agent should be assigned to investigate Institute No. 47.

...

Time ticked away slowly.

The Tokyo sky was ablaze with sunset, yet not many people noticed this stunning scenery.

Most were focused on their phones.

Arakawa Reina returned to her rented apartment, closed the door, and quickly unlocked her phone to check if Aozawa had returned home.

She opened the surveillance camera feed.

The bedroom was still empty.

Indicating Aozawa had not returned to the bedroom.

Arakawa Reina placed her phone on the table beside her provisions: fried chicken, pizza, hamburgers.

She took out chilled orange juice from a large bag, opened it, and guzzled half a can, donned disposable gloves to dig into her dinner.

Throughout, she kept an eye on the surveillance footage.

Even though Aozawa appeared absent at the moment, the thought of him showing up anytime kept her engrossed with the unchanged footage.

"Hehe." Arakawa Reina swallowed the grilled chicken, her lips curved into a slightly sinister smile.

She was really overjoyed!

...

One can of orange juice finished, the McDonald's fast food also consumed.

Arakawa Reina removed her disposable gloves, immediately headed to the kitchen to wash her hands, then casually discarded her cumbersome school uniform.

Her milk-white skin exposed to the air as her long black hair hung over her shoulders.

She lowered her head, unable to see her toes.

Aozawa should like her comic-like voluptuous chest, right?

Thinking about it, Arakawa Reina sat on the chair, legs resting on the table, phone in place.

Ready.

The surveillance device transmitted the sound of a sliding door opening.

Arakawa Reina saw Aozawa appear on screen, a smile blooming, "Mr. Aozawa~ Good evening~"

She licked her lips, fingertips poised to act when she noticed Aozawa wasn't alone, a dog in tow.

Judging by its appearance, it seemed like an adult Golden Retriever.

Arakawa Reina was confused.

Her previous yard inspection didn't reveal any dog owned by Aozawa.

While puzzling over it, the door closed.

"Sweetheart, I missed you so much."

Aozawa hugged the Golden Retriever, drawing it close.

"Eh?!"

Arakawa Reina was flabbergasted.

Calling this affection for a dog seemed slightly excessive.

Aozawa wasn't just giving brief kisses to the dog's head but trailing from its head all the way to its panting mouth.

His hands were continuously caressing the Golden Retriever.

"This! This!"

Arakawa Reina was struck dumb with astonishment; she had seen plenty of comics where people got done by dogs.

But having someone do a dog was a first!

Especially Aozawa doing such a thing.

Arakawa Reina's mind was blank with confusion.

Following a moment of bewilderment, a peculiar blush surfaced on her face, a hint of secret joy rising in her heart.

Turns out Aozawa also has undisclosed quirks.

Just like her, it's wonderful.

Arakawa Reina felt her love for Aozawa intensifying.

No matter what happens or Aozawa's personality, she would accept him entirely.

This is true love!

That's how Arakawa Reina saw it.

She watched the battle between man and dog unfold on screen.

From beginning to end.

When it ended, the screen suddenly zoomed in on Aozawa's face, staring directly at her.

"Ah!"

Arakawa Reina was startled, fell backward.

With a thud, she hit the ground, feeling little pain.

With her current physique, this height of fall hardly intimidated her.

But the psychological shock was immense.

A stream of fluid fired violently at the ceiling.

Splattering, it left visible stains overhead.

Of course, this wasn't Arakawa Reina wetting herself out of fear.

She merely had an unusual constitution.

More water, naturally.

Arakawa Reina hurriedly got up, mind buzzing.

Aozawa had already discovered the installed camera.

What to do?

How to explain?

Most importantly, would Aozawa seeing this make him turn against her?

If, hypothetically, they were both twisted comrades, would Aozawa forgive her?

Numerous questions swirled in Arakawa Reina's mind; she trembled and looked at her phone screen.

She saw Aozawa still looking in her direction, the transmitted audio cynically seductive, "Peeping isn't good behavior. Dare to watch again, it won't be a casual fake video to shock you."

Arakawa Reina listened to the seductive tone, guessing it to be Morimoto Chiyoda.

Her heart exhaled a breath of relief.

Glad Aozawa hadn't discovered it.

However, that turned out to be a fake video...

Arakawa Reina's heart sank with disappointment; she slapped her cheeks in a flurry.

She felt herself becoming increasingly errant.

How could she think Aozawa had such inclinations?

Simply impossible!

Arakawa Reina took a deep breath, exited the surveillance footage.

If discovered, they obviously wouldn't allow her to see any real feed.

Luckily it was Morimoto Chiyoda who caught her.

If Aozawa knew... 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Arakawa Reina thought Morimoto Chiyoda surely wouldn't inform Aozawa.

But if she continued, next time it would be uncertain.

Sigh, her interception plan yielded nothing before its demise.

Arakawa Reina had endured countless mental struggles to reach such enlightenment.

Return my enlightenment!

Arakawa Reina internally complained, knowing she was clearly in the wrong.

Persisting won't yield good outcomes.

Especially when dealing with Morimoto Chiyoda, not an easy woman.

Arakawa Reina's cleverness wasn't supreme, but she possessed self-awareness.

Aware of who can be provoked and who can't.

The likes of a young lady can be provoked; proud, straightforward, incapable of scheming.

Morimoto Chiyoda's case was uncertain.

Arakawa Reina scratched her head, deciding to shower and wash away her heated discomfort.

Act as if nothing happened.

Forget it.