Luke's main target this time was a S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in Shinjuku.
As a bridgehead against China, Japan had many American military bases.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was a subsidiary of the World Security Council, and China, one of the five directors, had oversight.
But just like S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with China, S.H.I.E.L.D. in China actually had nothing to do with America.
Japan, on the other hand, was America's adopted son, and both sides had a security relationship.
Most of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents here were Japanese, but the middle and upper echelons were basically Americans.
Because of Japan's geography and integrity, the American authorities explicitly asked Nick Fury not to interfere too much with the affairs of this branch.
Most of the Japan branch's funding wasn't approved by Nick Fury, but directly from the authorities.
Thus, Nick Fury had very little control over the Japan branch, and basically had no one there.
This also meant that the Japan branch would be completely wiped out, and wouldn't have any substantial impact on the other branches.
Phil had only just found Big Dipper to clean up this group of Hydra members.
It was safest for a S.H.I.E.L.D. branch like this, which operated almost independently, to disappear.
Otherwise, when a crisis came, it could go into hiding, avoid the limelight, and then change its appearance before coming out again.
Hydra had played this trick during World War II, and successfully turned itself into the current S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury wouldn't be stupid enough to let them do it again.
Now, the size of the Japan branch was a mystery.
On the list at headquarters, there were only 120 people, including supervisors, agents, clerks, logistics, and so on.
There were less than forty frontline operatives, which wasn't a lot.
But Nick Fury's investigation discovered that many people in this branch had a group of subordinates who weren't on record, and there were more than five hundred people actually on the move.
Of course, this wasn't allowed.
NYPD also had auxiliary police officers, but they were also registered staff. There was no way they could let their subordinate branches hire people at will without reporting them.
Based on the investigation, there was something wrong with most of the people in the Japan branch.
What Luke needed to get rid of were these people and their "temporary workers."
This was a big project.
In the past, Luke had never cleaned up so many "official" offenders at once, and had a lot to consider.
Looking at the 3D map of the Shinjuku area that was slowly becoming complete, he picked up his phone and kept writing and drawing on it, making changes to it.
North Star (the artificial intelligence program of the Big Dipper Armor) kept finding loopholes and problems in the plan so that he could fix them.
Just like that, he was busy all the way until the afternoon. He also had his lunch at the cafe.
Compared to the maid café that sold money to otakus and tourists, the chef of this top-notch café was much more professional, and his French cuisine was 70% standard.
After he was almost done, the girl who delivered the food politely asked him if he was satisfied.
Luke casually said, "It's not bad. It's just that some of the ingredients aren't that great."
Not long after, the chef came out to apologize to him and sincerely asked about the shortcomings of these dishes.
Chef Yamada was a Japanese.
The so-called Chinese chefs cooking, the Japanese chefs cooking French food, the American chefs cooking Chinese food, and the Korean owner of the Arabian barbecue restaurant in New York could also be considered an interesting "reincarnation."
None of this had anything to do with patriotism. It was all for the sake of differentiated competition.
Looking at Chef Yamada, whose back was about to snap, Luke didn't want him to be an eyesore, so he casually pointed out the shortcomings of some of the ingredients in the dishes.
Chef Yamada's questioning attitude immediately turned into one of respect.
But when he saw Luke wave at the waitress to take the plates away, he knew that the customer wasn't interested in saying more, so he could only bow again and leave.
A top diner definitely had the right to criticize a top chef.
There were few top chefs, but even fewer diners who could point out the flaws in their dishes.
If this was a comic, this kind of diner would have the "Godly Tongue."
In that case, Chef Yamada, who was still far from the top, had really profited.
But Luke wouldn't say that those comments just now were actually Gold Nugget's sarcasm, and that he was just borrowing it.
In other words, the "Godly Tongue" that this Japanese chef admired … well, was actually a dog.
After getting rid of the "Godly Tongue" Chef, Luke asked for a cup of coffee, but the waitress brought him a pot.
Noticing the question in Luke's eyes, the young waitress felt a little dizzy.
But she still stuck to her professional ethics and immediately explained, "This is a small token of appreciation from Chef Yamada for your comments. Also, all your expenses in the restaurant today are on the house."
Luke nodded in acceptance.
Gold Nugget's comments weren't something that could be repaid with just one meal. After all, apart from Luke, Selina, and Claire, nobody else knew about its special food review.
The waitress left in excitement and a little regret.
This aloof Prince Charming was good at everything, except for his aloofness. The more people hated him, the more they loved him.
After this little interlude, Luke was quiet until the evening.
Neither Chef Yamada nor the waitress bothered him again. That was the benefit of a top coffee shop.
Luke locked his phone and narrowed his eyes to relieve his fatigue. At the same time, he called the waitress.
It was already seven in the evening. The waitress from before had already gotten off work, and the new waitress had been sneaking glances at him for a long time.
Seeing him press the button, she immediately walked over. "Sir, what can I do for you?"
Luke asked, "Do you have China green tea?"
The waitress said, "Yes. What kind do you want?"
As they talked, there was the sound of footsteps, and five people walked past a few meters away from Luke.
Luke glanced at them and said, "A pot of Maofeng, please."
Among the five people, a red-haired girl almost subconsciously turned to look at him and met his gaze.
Luke very naturally looked away, as if he hadn't seen her at all.
The red-haired girl's expression changed, but she kept following her companions into a private room deeper in the restaurant.
Ten minutes later, the red-haired girl walked out of the private room and stopped two meters away from Luke with a smile. "Hi, Mr. John Wick?"
Luke turned his head. "Huh?"
She was the red-haired girl who had taken the girl in the white dress away last night.
Her hair had been bright red last night, but it was gradually turning pink today. But there was no doubt that the two hair colors were quite … 2D.
Compared with the girl in the white dress's dignified oval face, this 2D girl looked a little like Big Daddy in Luke's previous life.
That was mainly the side of her face, but from the front, she looked a little young and tender.
All in all, she was a seven out of ten pretty girl.
Looking at her, Luke murmured inwardly, Should I get rid of her? This was a big red evil guy, at least 200 points.
The hair on the red-haired girl's back stood on end.
She sensed the terrifying aura of death surging out of the man again and drowning her.
The red-haired girl trembled. "Sir, please forgive me for disturbing you."
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