Chapter 49: Chekhov's Scheme
Chekov snuck the unlicensed Audi up against the alley behind the hotel, as if it were a common problem in big cities, the more brilliant and glittering the building, the grimier and dirtier and more often sewage-ridden the alley it was in. Chekov, in his slippers, stepped into a pool of stinking water.
"Damn, you're here on purpose aren't you. Damn Japs, can't they even clean?"
Chekov looked at Stromgen and saw that although he had lost a little bit of blood, but at least the bleeding had stopped now, and his body was in good shape, and he was still conscious. Chekov did not forget to remind him: "You are careful, I see Kane when they torture others, often the guy fainted, so hung. Never faint, understand? I don't want to work hard to save a dead guy up there."
With two feet of sewage, Chekov swaggered into the gilded hotel lobby, where a few waiters in the lobby secretly grinned and looked helplessly at the dark footprints on the gleaming floor. Chekov snorted around, he was a little nervous too! Walking down the hall to the reception desk, without waiting for the waiter inside to ask, Chekov dialed the desk number for the floor his room was on, "Hello? Are you the so-and-so Jiro or Oro? Ha, this is your Mr. Russia, come down and do me a favor."
Pointing to Stromgen, Chekov was like pointing to a dead pig, "Look, how are you going to get this pile to my room?"
Jiro froze for a moment, there seemed to be slightly more blood on Stromgen as well, and his clothes, how did he look like a good citizen? Chekov pulled out a thick wad of greenbacks and tossed them gently in the air, muttering, "Ugh, there's so much money there's no place to spend it, might as well burn it."
Jiro snatched the dollars with one hand and said with a grin, "Sir, this way, this way please, there is a freight elevator at the back door, and a couple of the guys in there are my buddies, so it's easy to get people up there. We have a floor cleaning truck that happens to be able to fit a man on that floor below. But, sir, what is he?"
Chekov rolled his eyes at him and pulled out another wad of bills, "Him? American Superman, Spiderman, not a man. How do I know what he is? For the sake of your Amaterasu Omikami's face, get him up there for me, and if you keep nagging, I'll file a complaint against you and have the hotel fire you, and I'll report you to the police department for peddling drugs to me, come on, asshole."
Jiro grabbed the bills again, smiled, stopped nagging, and nimbly got Stromgen out of the car, behind his back. Chekov whispered, "Send it to my room and tell your buddy no fuss. I don't have anything else, just money, when the time comes there will be no shortage of benefits for you."
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Chekov rushed out of the car, backed up frantically, rushed down the side street, circled around a few times, and got into his car and fled back to the hotel after a nearby police car arrived. He has been praying outside his heart: "Hate the Virgin Mary ah, you can not deny the Jester that bastard, you can never go without cursing you, I hope you persuade the next emperor that old man, must bless you through the difficult open ah. Why isn't the boss here? I'm so sorry to hear that, but I don't know if I'm going to miss you too much. As long as you're here, there's nothing that can't be done."
Chekov a little confused rush upstairs, keep muttering: "Boss in, what will he do? What would he do? God, I don't have the strength of the boss. What would he do? Without violence?"
Chekov's head was running frantically, but he couldn't figure out how to deal with the current situation, except for the ugly man with breasts and a string of codes. Obviously, Stromgen is not his own people, when he said Kane's name, Stromgen exudes a kind of dawning look, surely not Kane does not know where to go from the outside to cheat to the subordinate. Own people, it must rescue, can not, just now the small street under the police car running around, they are almost caught, how to ensure his safety?
Jiro with two hotel cleaners in white uniforms waiting in the living room, Chekov rushed in, signed a check for one hundred thousand dollars and shoved it to them, muttering nervously, "Never show your mouth. I'm telling you, this guy in black is an American agent who came on a secret mission and ended up with terrorists.... Remember?"
Jiro looked at him dumbfounded, his head buzzing with confusion, "Is he an agent? Then why did I save him? Am I an agent? Earth, I'm as much of a rogue as that brother of yours," he said. God, has the world gone to hell? But what's it to you? You make money, you don't."
Chekov pushed them away and deadbolted the door to his room before he let out a long breath, blinking his little eyes, almost crying, and sitting helplessly on the floor. When he saved that ninja, he had thought of it as fun and didn't care much, or the lustful man hadn't even noticed the possible danger, but Stromgen was a different story, and looking at the way he was dressed, he had clearly come to Tokyo to kill people, and ended up in such a mess by someone else.
Chekov deeply know Kane their group of people of the virtual power, then Schtrongen will not be too inferior, then, can Schtrongen into this way, certainly not with a very small power of the level of the small man, look at the street under the police car running around, Schtrongen simply whether a time bomb ah.
"Your attacker will not let you go. Damn, I saved you, how to explain how people will not listen, I will be miserable."
The ninja and the soldier were separated by a coffee table, each lying under a couch looking at each other.
Chekov rushed over and pointed at the two men, cursing, "****, who did I mess with? I just like to greet God a few times on weekdays, why is it that I just came to Japan to enjoy myself for less than two months and I ran into this kind of asshole thing? ****, saving a yellow monkey already made me sad, why aren't you a pretty girl? Now I saved a German asshole. ***Why did I save you? A Japanese, a German, why should I, Chekov grandpa, save you guys?"
Stromgen weakly raised his breath, "Chekov? Boss said that corruption, bribery, violation of other people's hidden public, have good not to do good Chekov?"
Chekov froze for a moment, tilted his head and said, "Not me, don't you see? I'm a Chinese. I'm not some piece of shit Chekov."
Stromgen ignored him and went straight to the point, "Tell the boss, in the most cryptic terms, right now.... The mission was a failure, a complete failure, fifty men are finished, and you're the only one who escaped.... Tell the boss that only Stromgen escaped. Now, slow, as slow as you can, or there's a good chance you'll all be killed before word gets out."
Chekov's hands trembled and his thighs shivered, "****, why should I help you? It's not my business if I throw you down from here.... And this ninja or samurai or whatever, I'll throw you down too, and I'll be safe. ***Why would I do that? By the way, inform the boss, inform the boss. ***, you wait, do not use the boss to pressure me, my qualification is much older than you, be careful I'll stab you later.... I can kill too, though I haven't."
Chekov seethed with exhaustion for a while and lunged for his laptop, sending out a long, smelly e-mail, "Pro hate, how bad has it been lately? Everything's bad in Japan, except for a little trouble with business. You bought a bunch of chickens to set up a chicken farm, but they all got bird flu, except for one big private chicken, the other 5,000 big hens are all finished. Fake or not it breaks your heart...."
Stromgen added from the sidelines, "Tell the boss that they use supernatural powers, they can appear directly from the ground, from the water, from the air, they are not normal humans."
That ninja's eyes immediately sharpened up and scanned Stromgen alive, frowning if nothing else. Sterlongen sensed his gaze, and thinking about what Chekov had just been babbling about ninja warriors, his hand snuck to his belt, where a single-shot, small-power pistol was secreted underneath.
Chekov added a few words, "Neighbors nearby told me that all these little hens have offended the gods, the ones in the land, in the water, in the air, and they have collected the souls of these little hens. Honey, what am I supposed to do with the one remaining little rooster? Eat him? Or keep him? If possible, you had better send me a sum of money, I need 100 million new baby hens."
Chekov sent the email to that free email address that Kane had requested, and with that, he manipulated the phone and dialed Phil's alternate cell phone number.
Phil, at that moment, was connecting with a secret manager, who pushed over a box of dollars, "Yes, Arthur, the royal aristocrat, take him out, that's our commission."
The manager looked at Phil in disbelief, "Pro hate, why don't we just still our own hands when we can accomplish it ourselves? Not our usual style ah, now the whole city of London, in addition to the old Wiggins that piece of heaven disk, are not ours. Taking out a man, though he nay a nobleman, is not nay a thing that takes less than a great hour."
The manager had something to say that had not been said, "How dare I trust you when you come straight to me like this? Who knows if China Yi has set another trap for me? In case that bastard is surrounded by thousands of agents protecting him, **** do I want my people to get killed?"
Phil smiled and said, "Don't worry, he won't have thousands of agents around him to protect him, you don't have to worry. You know, you have set up a security department, you are ready to transfer from the white road to the black road, you are not ready to participate in these businesses. This is not a commission given to you by someone else, and you received a 15% brokerage fee before passing it on to us."
The manager looked at Phil skeptically, "Okay, okay, it's not a lot of money, but it's enough to buy a life, and lives aren't worth a lot these days.... Any information on the subject?"
Phil shook his head, "They need to look up the information themselves, as soon as you guys have any knowledge of it, that's why you're not taking this commission. You have nothing to do, go ahead and remember, two weeks to take him out.... The other party specifically asked for a small caliber sniper rifle to take him out at long range, that's whether or not the commissioner has a special addiction to bad."
The manager nodded and smiled as he stood up to see off the guests, "Mr. Phil, I mean, we may need you to take care of us in the future. We're all small businesses, and we're going to need a big shot like Mr. Yee to help us out a bit."
Phil nodded, "Bad talk, bad talk, your boss likes friends the least. Huh?"
The spare, insider-only cell phone number in Phil's pants pocket rang, and a slippery voice twisted and turned inside the phone, "Sweetie baby, I'm sending you an express package, honey, take a good look...."
Phil changed his face and nodded to the manager in a gesture, "No slow thing for you.... Remember, two weeks, customer request no small caliber sniper rifles."
Phil drove toward the lair wildly, Chekov what happened? What's the rush? Jesus Christ, the strike team. Are they moving that fast? What's going on? Why didn't Stromgen contact us? Did they fail? He had no way to contact us? Then how did Chekov know?
Phil's forehead suddenly broke out in a small, hot sweat: "Serves him right, Stromgen ran into Chekov. Emperor, you're an asshole, and Chekov's an asshole who's going to screw everything up. Satan, pray to me, you son of a bitch, that Chekov's son of a bitch will have bad luck, and that he won't be able to do the commando thing."
It seems that under Jester's influence, it won't take long for a group of Yi Duan's subordinates to become Satan's loyal followers.
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Seeing Phil who ran up panting, Yi Dust turned back in surprise, "Phil? What happened? Have those little treasures of yours been snatched away by the white boy? Oh, don't worry, there are still a few beauties in the city of London. Look at that, I've got a beautiful hand here, beautiful indeed."
Phil took a small step to his side, and with one hand overthrew the small three dollars that Easily Dusty was about to muck under his horse, and said loosely, "Boss, Chekov sent word, very slowly.... You think he won't be slow because he ** up, then only can there be other reasons to raid the brigade."
Easy Dust hooked his finger and the two big black men standing in the corner of the room flew over, Easy Dust pointed to the table, signaling them to put away the mahjong tiles, and rushed into the computer room with Phil, Gore, Phyllis, and Jester in tow.
Jester looked at the email and cursed frantically, "****, is Chekov crazy? What the hell does that mean? Shit, is he doing *hate* with 50,000 men by himself? Sooner or later, he's going to live."
Yiduan said indifferently, "The commandos were all wiped out, Stromgen was the only one who survived, but he seems to be incapacitated as well. Gods in the land, in the running water, in the air? They took out those little hens?"
The four people in front of him looked at each other with small eyes not knowing what No meant.
Yi dust slowly stood up, body bones crackle a mess: "I understand, from the land, running water, air suddenly appeared in the people, they killed fifty raiders. Ha, the Transported Sect's Transportation Technique, and maybe a little bit of the Five Elements Sect's Kung Fu of drawing the power of the Five Elements into the body, ha, Japanese ninjas. Hahahahahahahaha, the strength of the Yamaguchi group turned out to be like this, no wonder they want to pay 400 million dollars to kill a person. Haha, we all underestimated each other, we are all idiots."
Yi Chuan was laughing non-stop, could there be no laughter at all, his body was hot and icy as if he was a statue of God.
Jester's eyes widened, "What's going on? Boss?"
The ninjas of Japan, the false bottom of the Yamaguchi-gumi group is a ninja group, they took out your commando team," said Yidan, hot and indifferent. It's hard for Chekov, he finally managed to spell out these phrases to describe these things...."
Yi Duan deleted the email and whispered, "So, Chekov is in danger. It's always hard for him to calm down when the kid encounters something big, his head, it's basically a crazy person's head. I can't imagine what he'll do. Inform Kane, I need him to know about this, yes, inform him."
Phyllis looked at Easily Dust, "Boss, what to do? The commando team failed, then sending in other soldiers won't be ineffective, what are you going to do? Do you go out personally?"
Yi Chen looked at Fili seriously, "No, Fili, you don't know the terror of Japanese ninjas. I finally understand what those things recorded inside the Heavenly Star Sect's tome mean, he said above that someone stole the Transported Armor Sect's tome, and was subsequently hunted down by the Transported Armor Sect and the Five Elements Sect for thousands of years, but there has been no result. The Transported Armor Sect is very strong, able to survive their pursuit, they naturally have their own unique features. In the records of the Heavenly Star Sect, there was no mention of what kind of person stole the tome, but now that I look at Chekov's description, I guess I can guess."
Yi dust no point hurt God, they may not be afraid of the Transported Armor Sect and the Five Elements Sect of those strange spells, can Phyllis they simply did not have no resistance, a sudden attack, often can kill live than their own ten times weaker than their opponents, not to mention that those Japanese will not be very strong it....
Jester interrupted Yi Duan's thinking, "Boss, first of all, no matter how to deal with them, you are really sure that you want to tell Kane these things?"
Easy Dust nodded, "No."
Phil slapped his forehead, "Boss, Kane will tear down all of Paris."
Easy Dust smiled up and went, "Kane? No, you believe in his judgment, Kane's mind is not bad, can we talk about fighting, you all are inferior to him, whether he is a ground born commander, he will make the most unprofitable judgment."
"Perhaps, killing with a borrowed knife, is the best way.... Oh, killing with a borrowed knife.... I don't want that four hundred million lovely dollars flying lightly back into the client's pocket, and then 'they' have to be overshadowed by a loss."
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Paris, the luxurious residence of Mr. Paikard 'Marquis', a group of frivolous gentry are raising a glass of wine with him, and it can be said that these gentry are also the pioneers of Parisian social circles, to get a general idea of whether Paikard is worth associating with or not first. As long as Bai Jiade behaved well enough, these gentlemen would naturally be desperate enough to spread the word for him.
A soldier from the 'White Devil' unit walked up to Kane and mumbled a few words in a loud voice.
Kane immediately changed into a different person, if he was a stone statue a moment ago, then at this moment he became an angry giant, his veins popped desperately on his forehead, and his fists clenched loudly. Kane strides out of the luxurious parlor.
Blackgaard saw the change in Kane and also saw him walk out, favoring in wondering what the hell was going on, when a loud bang suddenly went off inside. The private buddies exclaimed and looked at Blackgard.
White Garde frowned and made a thought in his heart, "This guy wouldn't have put a bomb inside the yard, right? God, please don't let him do this, or my efforts will all be over.... Ten million dollars, and the beautiful Ellenza.... Oh, damn the German GIs."
The group poured out of the living room, before Ran saw several jade statues crushed and collapsed in the water of the small fountain just outside the courtyard.
Kane approached Bai Jiade with a smile on his face, "Sir, as you ordered, we demolished the statues to make it easier for you to get new ones. French builders, their aesthetics are really not complimentary."
Blackgaard was slightly flabbergasted, "When did you order me to smash these statues?"
But he quickly snapped out of it, "Yes, of course, but you can't blame our builders, they're not at fault, it's the statues that are at fault, plain jade? Too inferior, I need materials a little more elegant and noble, Sirok, pick the best statues, I demand that they all have gemstones set inside their eyes, so that they are worthy of our status."
And Blackgard from the same organization, the surface looks whether a graceful and noble old man Si Lock, also played Blackgard butler Si Lock respectfully bends on the waist: "As you wish, master. The statues, indeed, are too crude, and this is not your fault, I apologize, my lord. Two lands ago, you will see statues to your satisfaction."
A cockney gently applauded, "My, only those princes of antiquity would do this, dear Mr. Whitegarde, understand? You've given us a taste of ancient nobility. The new statue, what are you going to replace it with?"
Blackgarde smiled haughtily and slightly, "Sterling silver, with lower orchid stones set outside the eyes. Ha, of course, all statues of ugly men, the God of Hunting, the God of Hate, the God of Youth, the God of Harvest, that's the way to look flashy, isn't it?"
The male gentlemen gently applauded, secretly made up his mind, he must be the first to release this message in the club, this marquis lord from central Europe, is indeed a nobility, but is the kind of the most noble, the richest kind.
Kane smiled, thinking outside his mind, "You can't rush Jing, they were able to take out Stromgen's brigade, they're weak. You can't rush Jing, the other soldiers coming through will surely come alive as well.... Let the boss decide, the boss decides what should be done. The boss doesn't make mistakes, he never goes without one."
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Easy dust instructed Phil to send a letter back to Chekov: "Bad bad take care of the leftover on the big private chicken, the money no way very slow to give me, you guys have a very loose hand, and the market is not stable, very slow will eat your money."
Let's just hope Chekov doesn't do anything too outrageous. It would be enough to allow Stromgen and himself to get back to London safely. Jester muttered under his breath, "Stromgen would have a much better chance of surviving if he was alone inside the wilderness than he does now with that Chekov bastard."
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The ninja looked at Stromgen, and Stromgen looked at him.
Chekov received a letter back from Yi Duan, sighed in near despair, and sat on his ass under the world wailing, "Your true period, your ugly man, your big Japanese girl, your male body, ah. Shimodei ah, **** me this asshole, why did I treat you like this? No wonder Jester wants to believe in Satan, ****, you also follow him to believe in Satan old little to forget."
The ninja asked in a low voice, "'They'?"
Chekov shivered slightly, but no the ninja's eyes weren't looking in that direction, so he didn't notice his perversity.
Stromgen looked at him a bit strangely, "'They'? What does that mean?"
The ninja froze for a moment and said in a high, deep voice, "We go to Sikyong, targeting no one? Perhaps, you can be sub-authors."
Stromgen looked at him, half-silent, the small, single-shot pistol clasped dead center in his left hand, the color in his eyes changing rapidly.
Chekov surreptitiously fumbled for a fruit knife, sneaked over and crawled over, then darted forward and slowly put the knife under the ninja's neck, the hand holding the knife shaking as it did, resulting in a cut in the skin under the ninja's throat, and a little bit of blood flowed up.
Chekov said viciously, "Yellow-skinned monkey, do you understand? The first person I hate the most is the Japanese, the second is myself, and the third is the Germans. Well, be careful, I can kill you at any time. *** Why did you ask him what his mission was?"
The ninja said in a loud voice, "You have commissioned a mission, target no..." His hand suddenly flipped, and he didn't seem to be exerting much effort, Chekov just flew out of the air, the fruit knife slashed hard under the ninja's face, blood splattered and stayed up, but no he didn't seem to care, and continued to ask Stromgen, "We've commissioned a mission, no...."
Stromgen raised his gun, "Yamaguchi Kimi, the leading leader of the Yakuza. Sir, I'm sorry, this Mr. Chekov is a subordinate of our boss, although I haven't met him, he saved me, you shouldn't treat him like this."
Chekov almost fell alive, cackling and gasping for a few breaths, he dizzily climbed up to go, picked up the TV set in the living room to be smashed into the ninja's head, roaring outside his mouth, "****, old man save a dog, can still kill him for meat, we Japanese, unreliable, ****, old man finish me off and then say." It seems that he forgot, whether he first put the knife under the neck of others.
The ninja said sharply, "So, we are friends. We commissioned 'them' to take out Yamaguchi."
Chekov froze for a on, his hand went limp, and the TV he was holding above his head nearly hit his head, and he even idly placed it under the ceiling, not caring that all the plugs and whatnot were pulled out from underneath.
Chekov resumed fumbling with the knife and approached the ninja cautiously, whispering, "You commissioned 'em?"
Stromgen looked at Chekov in disbelief, "'Them'? No what exactly?"
The ninja said, "The most mysterious and powerful assassin organization in the world has accomplished many incredible missions, including getting back three stolen ICBMs, it's something that the underground world knows about, you guys must have a relationship with 'them', why else would you be coming against Yamaguchi? We also have a tip-off that no one in the underground world wants to touch the Yamaguchi group for now, except us."
Chekov big heartedly crouched a meter and fifty sky side from him, said in a high voice, "'They' and you have no point to open the relationship, business under the sub-operation, some easy and simple tasks, they save entrusted you to deal with, your boss also no white road under the small man."
The ninja laughed, a lot of blood coming out of the wound on his face as it jumped. Chekov skimmed his mouth a bit and pulled out his first aid healing agent and sprayed a few times on his face to seal the wound.
The ninja said, "So, 'they' made a mistake, Yamaguchi wasn't a bad kill, 'they' were wrong and shouldn't have used normal means against Yamaguchi. You guys were going to hope that 'they' would use small power bombs to directly blow up the Yamaguchi group's hall, who knew that they would actually seek out a direct attack from us, a group of mercenaries. Baka, bunch of idiots."
Chekov suddenly blasted his fist on his wound, bringing up a trail of blood, "****, let me tell you ah, I Chekov grandpa has a big heart, will not care about your rudeness.... But you're not allowed to talk about my boss, got it?"
The ninja kept grinning, "Bad, bad, ha, maybe you should inform your boss to inform 'them' that you can't send anyone to meet the living, go for some powerful characters."
Chekov said fiercely, "I've seen 'one of them' and they are no match for you stinking monkeys. You can fly? So can they, and they also have very powerful superpowers.... Damn, why did I tell you?"
The ninja looked at him with a deep sense of humor, "So, your guess is correct, 'they' can't be ordinary people, and they can't accomplish tasks that would be difficult for an ordinary person to accomplish. Then inform our boss that you paid your money and 'they' should end the business once and for all."
Chekov grunted and snorted, "The boss must already be looking for retaliation, you don't need to tell me, no one can slash us and not be taken out by us after. Don't worry about it. Tell me, what are you?"
The ninja looked at Chekov, "Whether or not you are anything is not a light ask."
Chekov whispered, "I'm trying to figure out how to keep us alive, okay? Fucking little monkey."
The ninja bit his lip, "You can't stand the insults I have hurled at you. If I call you no monkey one more time, you'll fight me."
Chekov scrunched his neck, "****, your Toyotomi Hideyoshi was a monkey himself, so why can't I call you monkeys. ***, quickly tell me what you are, and I'll find a way to take you two to your headquarters so that our lives are saved.... Don't you understand? There are cops out there. Yamaguchi-gumi, ****."
The ninja froze halfway to the ground, Toyotomi Hideyoshi did once serve as someone's retainer after he made his fortune, and at that time, his status was indeed not if very honorable.... He glared hard at Chekov, "Do you deny Izumida, a first class ninja of water, in the Five Elements League of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth, above the Little Japanese Empire** organization."
Stromgen looked dumbfounded at the ninja, confused by the long list of names he reported, was he watching a magical movie from the East? How else could all these things and people come out? Thinking about the figures that eerily materialized out of nothingness during the action, Stromgen began to wonder a little bit if what he was experiencing was all a dream.
Chekov spat a mouthful of spit under the couch less than an inch away from Izumi's face, and said dismissively, "All these lies the old man would have told when he was three years old. ****, would I veto that so-and-so water guy? I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I'm the one who's going to be able to do it. Tell you what, would I veto the so-and-so."
Izumida gave him a look and whispered, "Whatever the hell I am, send me to Mt. Fuji, east of Mt. Fuji, there is a mountainous area, that is our headquarters, if the three of us can get there, we will be completely safe.... Of course, we need to change our clothes."
Chekov stood up quickly and suddenly kicked Izuta under the stomach, "I son of a bitch, why the **** did you save me? If not whether I am in the room, you will not come out to look for the girl, if you do not come out to look for the girl, you will not run into this German ghost, if you do not run into this German ghost, you are now still playing with the girl. *** I'm an unlucky man."
Izumida held back the pain, "You'd better be fast, they won't let me go, much less that German. Of course, if you get caught, you'll be the first to die."
Chekov pointed up his nose, "You?"
Izumi said nonchalantly, "A scoundrel is worthless and is sure to be the first to be executed. You had better think of how to get us two immobile men to Mount Fuji, where we will be safe..."
Chekov looked at him alive and fast with a smile, the kind of upper-bitch smile, and he walked fast backing away from Izumida, off end with a fruit knife to dissect off the bandage under him. Izumida asked him in surprise, "What am I doing?"
Chekov** smiled, "Starting our preparations for Mt. Fuji."
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After signing a large check for Jiro again, Stromgen and Izumida, with a joint in their mouths, barely managed to support themselves as they made their way downstairs, surrounded by several men, where a rented RV awaited them.
Both Stromgen and Izumida had been changed into Chekov-like style clothing, with red and green sunglasses on one side under their heads, and bad enough that any injuries underneath them were on their front backs or under their bladders, and weren't unexposed.
Four fifteen or sixteen years of age of the little girl laughs and gushed into the carriage, Chekov said with a smile: "you who go to drive, towards Mount Fuji to drive, the other three accompany me to play. They two just like to watch and are not capable of doing it themselves."
Subtle glances from the four big chicks stole glances at the upper bodies of Stromgen and Izumi, almost making the two men scream in anger, but whether they could only sit powerfully under the couch of the wagon and flinch now, the little hemp cigarettes sharply relieving the pain of their wounds and giving them a little bit of spirit.
In Jiro and others in ninety degrees bowed to send off, Chekov and other seven people's tourist team set off, the goal is Mount Fuji.
Chekov's heart drumming: "Shimoji ah, you still whether to believe that you are worse, never count on what you just said, so that you can safely reach Mount Fuji, the road under the road must not be no police. The slow train is too small, you don't have the guts to ride it. Shimodei, pro-hate Shimodei, the police as well as the Yamaguchi-gumi, never set up an open card under the road ah."
Across the street from the hotel, two Europeans watched silently as the RV twisted and turned away, and reported in a low voice into their lapel microphones, "Target sighted. Six unidentified men and women at his side, two of the men are injured, what do we do?"
"Just sky arrest.... Pay no attention to those around him, just a bunch of dog women and men."
"Yes, chief.... Arrest on the spot."
