Chapter 38:
Tokyo, Japan.
Near Tokyo Bay on the top floor of a newly built five-star hotel, Chekov wearing a pair of pants, leisurely lying on the balcony to look at the scenery, muttering: "Damn, the chicks here are really addictive ah."
Three sets of white flesh lying on the carpet in the room, Chekov looked back and grunted proudly, "Damn, my ability is not bad, although I got two pills, but my body is still very good. Why does the boss always say my body is poor?"
The door of the outer room was gently pushed open, Chekov quickly walked out, from his pants pulled out a wrinkled pile of bills, smashed to the waiter who sneaked in and said: "Looking for a good girl, tonight I also want to change the new one. Hey, hey, you watch it."
The fairly handsome-looking waiter hurriedly stuffed the bills into his pocket, and after a few words of hee hee hee, he quickly covered the door of the room, pulled out a short bundle of strips from his pocket, and shoved it to Chekov.
Chekov took it in a hurry, and said to the waiter with a bit of gnashing of teeth, "Remember this, the marijuana you gave me yesterday was impure in texture, and if this shipment is still like this, I won't tip you, understand?"
The waiter hurriedly said, "Sir, I'm sorry, but the big brothers here only sell this kind of goods, and there's no way for us to get good ones. This, we don't know much about it either, how is this marijuana considered good?" He asked Chekov a bit hesitantly.
Chekov quickly waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, get these three chicks out of here. Something is better than nothing, even if it's inferior. In Europe, I can find a peddler who is better than what I got yesterday. Don't you have anything good in Japan other than great girls?"
The waiter quickly nodded and said, "Yes, yes, sir, I'll take them away right away. Actually, we have a lot of good things here."
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Chekov said disdainfully: "You are not interested in the bad things we have no less, you only like wine, hemp, men and money. Other things don't interest you, so we don't have to tell you about our pride. Tell me, give you the baddest wine, the baddest little hemp, the baddest men, and your banknotes for me, Minghei?"
Chekov smiled a little smugly at the rare occasion when a man was out there being cocky for a bit.
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Early in the morning, Yi Dust ran out from the practice room, the recent progress is good, Yi Dust consciously his power has made great progress, although in the view of those cultivators who have cultivated for hundreds of years, he is still tender, but Yi Dust is confident that in this mortal world, there are already few people who are their opponents, of course, the target does not include the Dark Council as well as those people from the Holy See.
Sitting behind the dining table, Yi dust commanded: "Gore, give you the information of all the recent heavenly channels to exit London's arms trade, tell your several managers, they have been a long time no play their due obligations, give them three land time, you want detailed rough intelligence, is then cut off contact with them, they get enough bad enough less. "
Gore nodded sullenly, placing a fried egg on the plate in front of Easdust before sitting down himself and tying on his napkin.
Ease Dust cut a chunk of the fried egg with his dinner knife and welcomed it back out of his mouth in a vulgar manner, and suddenly snapped, "Kane, how's my contact coming along? Fabio's still waiting with baited breath in Rome, can he not wait for your side to give him the definitive bad news."
Kane swallowed a piece of steak and nodded his head, "No problem, boss, Velen has already agreed to give us priority in issuing licenses, I gave him a million dollars, the damn old vampire. However, we don't have enough manpower to form a large security company. There's also a problem with funding, that money from Fabio was just enough to buy the land as well as build the first phase of the project."
Easy Dust didn't care and said, "Funding? Just look at The Times, his headline No: 'Crying England.' The lowly little British empire lost over a hundred billion dollars this time, at least half of which went to Fata Deo and his men, so do you have more money than that? Manpower, Mr. Kane." Eastham lowered his voice.
Kane nodded, "I'm listening, boss."
Easily Dust revealed a strange smile, "Since you were once the leader of the 'White Devil' unit, you should be familiar with the other special forces, right? Huh? Those veterans who have been in the service must be not willing to be lonely. German soldiers, reliable, loyal, you admire them."
Kane didn't move, "The price is high."
Easily dusted forked up a large sausage and said, "Low investment is the only way to have no low return, Mr. Kane, big hitters never make small things happen."
Kane nodded, "I can try, I can probably get two hundred people. Two hundred, boss."
Easy Dust said in a loud voice, "That's enough, two hundred special forces, add down my 'White Devils' and you can annex the entire City of London's white power."
Jester looked up quickly, "Boss, you mean."
Yi Duan crossed his eyes, "You didn't say anything, Jester, you didn't say anything. The Yakuza want to shut down the Ministry in the City of London, so, let them shut down the bad, they need a small amount of arms, you can provide them with them, and you can also give them a 20% discount, those old friends of yours will be happy to make this small business, and on the contrary, the guns they have outside of their hands are slowing down and rusting."
Phyllis frowned, "Boss, what exactly do you want?"
Yi Chen smiled, "Baby, a game, just a game. Earth ah, it's a three for one thing."
Phyllis carefully mulled it over, gesturing with her table knife, "Let's see, first, let's have a firefight between the Yakuza and the City of London's gangs; second, let's grab more territory; and third..."
Kane said hotly, "Third, cheapen that bastard Wei."
Easy Dust smiled, "Yes, assholes are still useful sometimes, at the very least, we don't have to strike out on our own against those we have to deal with."
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On the rainy night, the wind whistled and blew, the gravel road was slippery.
Four women wearing white trench coat fly slowly in the dim street under the penetration, big heart open attention to the surrounding scenery, even the roadside river sound of running water will let them cautiously stop up, big heart to look around.
Venice, the world-famous water city, in the night exudes his unique charm, but these four men are obviously not for sightseeing, they are almost sneaky through the square in front of the city hall, walked to an alley before, once again cautiously examined the surrounding area, quickly flashed into the shadows of the roadside to hide.
As the seconds ticked by, several drunken women stepped out of a bar a dozen meters down the street, singing loudly as they walked off. The four women waited for another four or five hours, and saw that there were no customers in the bar before they took small steps.
The owner of the bar, a bearded, tall, but blind in one eye middle-aged man vigorously wiping a wine glass, said faintly, "We're closing, today is a bad day."
One of the women in the lead shook her trench coat, letting the attached droplets splash down below the surface of the sky, stared at the owner, and said in a strange accent, "One glass, one glass is enough. You only need one glass."
The owner stopped wiping his hand on his glass, looked at the four men, and said with a grunt and a grunt, "Close the door, pull down the shutter, and take off your trench coats, Japanese?"
The four women did as he commanded, and the woman who had just spoken took off her own trench coat, revealing a typical Asian face, and underneath the fine fat face, two chubby chipped lips spat out a few words, "How should I know?"
The boss said nonchalantly, "Only a Japanese would speak English in such a strange accent. What kind of wine to drink? First class or second class."
The woman walked behind the bar and said in a loud voice, "First class."
The owner looked at him, shook his head and said, "Just kidding."
The woman licked her lips, "Extraordinary, and it's going to take them out. No off jokes, your boss is bidding 100 million ugly gold."
The boss stopped moving his hands, picked up a bottle of brandy, poured him a glass, looked at him carefully and said, "Are you serious? You want them to make a bid?"
The woman nodded, "No, they are. I've heard they've never failed? Have they accomplished any difficult tasks without a hitch?"
The boss tsked a few times, "What's the mission? Who are you guys?"
The woman smiled, "You told me the mission, is it not necessary to ask your identity?"
The boss shook his head, "At least tell me what guarantees you have that you can pay the 100 million dollars. If the matter is accomplished and you guys don't pay the bill, I'll be out of luck."
The woman contemplated for a on, raised her eyes and said, "Your bosses said that you guys can call back 100 million ugly dollars to their account in advance. If they fail, you trust their credibility and return the money to you."
The boss smiled, "Your boss is really willing to put down the money, but I like such generous bosses. They never miss a beat.... What nature of mission?"
The woman leaned in close to the boss's ear and said in an almost insectoid voice, "To take out the leading little brother of the Japanese Yakuza, Yamaguchi Ki."
The boss furrowed his brow tightly and gave the man a deadpan look.
The woman even said idly, "Are we too hard?"
The boss shook his head and said seriously, "I don't trust you guys."
The woman slowed, "Why?"
The boss grunted and continued to polish up the already very clean wine glass and whispered, "The leading leader of the Yakuza is not worth the price. You're telling lies, the first class wine I have here is already extraordinarily good in the world to take out a single person, hmmm. Why bother with them. They are the most powerful assassin duo in the underground world..."
The woman explained, "You guys pay such a small price, naturally there is no reason for you guys.... Believe you me, things are not easy. You wouldn't have sought me out if you hadn't heard that they had accomplished several unthinkable things."
The boss nodded and said, "Well, well, if things work out, I have something to gain. I haven't had a mission of interest to them to report up for almost six months now, and if I delay any longer, I'll be out of luck.... You guys put the money into my designated bank account, and then I'll submit the mission.... If they don't agree, I'll return 95% of your money."
The woman's eyes narrowed, "What if I do nothing and swallow your five million dollars in the dark?"
The boss was full of concern, "That's the rule, and besides, I, Cyclops Viz, have my reputation, hmm, forget it if you won't."
The woman clenched her teeth, nodded and said, "Account number. Within three places, the money will be called."
The boss smiled up, "Very well. Be careful not to try to find out who they are and where they are by any means. I've been serving them for four years and have never been clear about them, so I'm alive and well.... You wouldn't want to become dead, would you?"
The woman shook her head and, without touching the glass of wine, flew out slowly with the three men.
The boss, both elbows propped up on the bar, nodded and whispered, "Japan? The leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi? That should be considered an interesting mission, right? However, they said they wouldn't take on any more killing missions, but it's always a more difficult thing to do. Sort of interesting. He didn't specify a deadline, so it's an indefinite mission then..."
He shifted his body and walked to the door, pulling the shutter closed with one hand, muttering, "Fake or not a lousy groundhog."
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Early in the morning three lands ago, before breakfast, Phil drove to the neighborhood of the Tower of London, where a woman in a trench coat and bowler hat darted slowly back out of the car and said to Phil in a loud voice, "Groundhogs, do I have to ask you to meet face to face? The stakes are too low."
Phil said stoically, "Risk? The boss never does anything risky, he must have a reason for calling you, Mr. David, congratulations."
Xiao Wei's mouth opened small in surprise, "Congratulations? Mr. David, you are now on the edge of your seat, do you know that? That boss of ours, he, he.... Oh, Shimodei ah, why did you offend him?"
Phil gave a 'simple' smile, "Mr. David, it's fate, you and our boss are destined to be together."
A sentence that made all the complaints that Little David didn't have clogged up outside his throat, cackling and gasping.
Phil said lightly, "What means do you think are safe now? Telephone? E-mail? Didn't you work with the Americans to set up a listening center that claims to be able to monitor 90% of the world's telephone communications? The boss won't be comfortable with that."
Xiao Wei shook his head and sighed as he went.
Yi Chen sat at the dining table, quietly tasting the beer that had just come out from inside the boiler and was still a bit warm, slurping, "Mr. David, you can try this, the taste is very good."
Xiao Wei looked at Yi Chen bitterly, shook his head and said, "Mr. Yi, may I ask for anything? Please slow down, you still have no a light meeting in the afternoon, the new boss is coming down, you must all be there."
Yi Dust said dryly, "You can make a phone call now, just say you are sick."
Xiao Wei opened his mouth, "Xi Di ah, you were still in the office yesterday."
Yi Duan didn't care and said, "Well then, just find any excuse, I need to discuss some issues with you."
Wei quickly swallowed and pulled out his cell phone and dialed, "Hey, Bifter, oh, Shimodei ah, you didn't quite care to get wet when you came home yesterday, let's get you a sick real. Well, you'll explain that to the new boss when you get there. You think he'll understand."
Yi Dust slipped a few pieces of printing paper over from the dining table and smiled, "Mr. David, this is a detailed list of all the arms transactions in the City of London in the coming month, look, there is a time, place, both sides of the transaction, the amount of money, and a specific list of arms, isn't it a wonderful piece of information? My subordinate paid seventeen ribs to get these little treasures."
Xiao Wei froze for a moment, "Seventeen ribs?"
Yi Duan took a sip of his beer and nodded, "Yes, they broke seventeen ribs of that poor bastard before he gave an account of these things."
Xiao Wei raised an on eyebrow violently and grunted in a high voice, "Shimodei ah, again, is it violent to force a confession."
Yi Chen smiled, "Undeniably, violence often brings good results. Well, I am going to choose some easy to start people from inside, you will lead people to arrest them, those top secret information, I have specially made a file box, they are all safe lying inside, you can bring them together then, of course, the documents are not complete, just some relatively insignificant ones, but it is enough to make your new boss pay attention to your discovery."
Xiao Wei looked at the sparse handwriting under the list and exclaimed in a high voice, "Earth ah, no such a small arms deal?"
Yi Duan nonchalantly mocked certain departments in the UK, "Apparently, some of your colleagues are sorry for the salary they receive, and my subordinates are far beyond the official personnel in terms of their ability to get certain information. I'm thinking about it, if I want to change my career in the future, I can apply to join the British Military Intelligence."
Xiao Wei ignored Yi Duan's mockery, line by line word by word, outside the tone of voice gradually reveals the excitement that can not be concealed: "Ha, no ah, your idea is simply too ugly wonderful, the specific line of quiet plan?"
Yi dust walked to his side, pointing to the printout of the top row of words said: "Japan's Yamaguchi group, they are ready to open their branch in London, ready to buy a large number of arms. Well, you see, enough to arm two companies, if the Japanese get hold of these arms. David, think about it, when those British bosses fight for land, because they are British subjects, they won't mess around, but what about the Japanese? This is not their land, and the British people are not their countrymen.... Think for yourself."
Jester added fuel to the fire, "Bad like the Japanese in London's power is not yet whether it is very small, so, it should be whether it is very easy to deal with, they have at least no one hundred people? Xiao Wei, you look at the other information, Italian white hand party, Russian family, Chinese and Western guerrillas, no one is bad to mess with, why risk too little for a little credit?"
David nodded, recognizing Yi Duan and Jester's statement.
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Seeing David off, Easy Dust grinned and said, "Hopefully the sick one is still in time to meet his new boss. Uh, Kane, did the letters to those bosses get delivered?"
Kane nodded, "You've let those bosses know through those big rascals that the Japanese are getting ready to set up their own organization in London, and you've also told them the time and day point of delivery for the Yakuza, so you don't think they'll let this opportunity pass."
Yi Duan said with dissatisfaction, "They are so righteous, they actually didn't even inform me when they got wind of it, it looks like they want to swallow that batch of arms, right? Just let them be, it's much easier for us to sit on the sidelines and watch the fun than to attend the show ourselves."
Phil walked back, hand outside whether a big note, hand to Yi dust said: "boss, Venice that manager Wis welcome to go, the target is not Yakuza's leading old small, there is a deadline task, the cost of one hundred million ugly gold."
