A box truck drove out from the headquarters of Kuori Bank, pulling a vertical distribution box in the cargo compartment.
When the truck was driving out of the gate, it was stopped by people from the Special Investigation Department. The identity of the driver was verified and the truck was inspected. They were released only after no problems were found.
An hour later, the van arrived on the outskirts of Tokyo, next to a fishing village.
The driver took off the cover of the distribution box with an electric screwdriver, and Luoyang walked out of the vertical distribution box.
"Arigato." Luoyang said thank you to the driver.
The driver bowed at a 45-degree angle: "Douyi, he's gotta do it."
Luoyang reached out and patted the driver on the shoulder, jumped out of the car and walked towards the fishing village.
The driver did not leave, but waited in the car. When he returned from Luoyang after finishing his work, he had to send the "repaired" distribution box to the headquarters of Kuori Bank.
The small fishing village by the sea is already in a semi-abandoned state. An asphalt road in the village is empty, and the houses on both sides of the road are closed. Occasionally, I see one or two people, who are also old people with a stooped back and gray hair.
The courtyard door of a dilapidated one-family house opened, and an old man walked out.
The old man was skinny, but he seemed very energetic.
Lao Wang, it was he who took Luoyang out of Fusang last time. It was he who made the call an hour ago, asking Luoyang to come here to meet.
Lao Wang did not greet Luoyang, showed his face for a moment, turned around and entered the house.
Luoyang entered the small courtyard, came to the door, took off his shoes and entered the house.
Lao Wang had already made tea. He made a cup for Luoyang and said, "Sit down."
Luoyang walked over, sat across from Lao Wang, and said straight to the point: "Who gave the order this time?"
"Don't ask about this. Don't say I don't know. Even if I know, I can't tell you. You know there are many rules in this business. Try this tea. It was grown by a monk here and gave me some as a gift."
Lao Wang changed the topic.
Luoyang picked up the tea cup and took a sip. It was nothing special. It was just ordinary green tea. Just because he grew it from a monk did not mean the quality had improved.
"Then what are the instructions you received?" Luoyang didn't want to beat around the bush.
Lao Wang said: "I was asked to persuade you to go back."
Luoyang was a little speechless. Can an old man persuade him to go back?
The person giving this instruction lacks basic common sense.
Lao Wang looked at Luoyang with longing eyes: "Mr. Luo, go back, I have arranged a boat for you, and we will go back without you noticing."
Luoyang frowned slightly: "You called me and asked me to meet here just for this? I don't care who gave you the instructions. Just tell him that I will go back after I finish the work."
"Don't think about it at all?" Lao Wang still wants to try harder.
"I won't consider it." Luoyang's attitude was firm.
, Sun Shangxiang is still waiting for him to go back. Her heart is in torment every minute. How could he leave her and secretly return to China?
Lao Wang sighed: "I knew you wouldn't go back, so I specially prepared plan B for you."
Luoyang: "..."
Lao Wang took out a document bag from under the tea table and placed it on the table in front of Luoyang.
"What?" Luoyang asked.
Lao Wang said: "Look at it."
Luoyang opened the document bag and found a stack of photos inside.
The first photo surprised Luoyang. In that photo, Matsudaira Weixiong was basking in the sun in a garden, with tea and a book on a small table. He looked quite comfortable. But these were not
The key point is the background of this photo, which is the office of the Seventh Fleet. The buildings in the photo match the stars on the flagpole.
Luoyang then looked down. Matsudaira Weixiong was having dinner with a beautiful naval officer, and there were several Fuso geishas nearby who were performing their talents, shamisen, fans and so on.
"How were these photos taken?" Luoyang was surprised and asked curiously.
Lao Wang raised his cup and took a sip of tea, and the old man said: "As long as the money is enough, I can get the photos of Mr. Bai Zhenhua's prescription party. What do these photos mean?"
Luoyang looked down again.
He also saw the photo of Soseki Somon being interrogated at the headquarters of the Special Investigation Department.
Finally, he saw a photo of Abe Tachibana walking in the garden with a man.
That man was Saburo Abe. He was often seen in the news media, and Luoyang recognized him at a glance.
There was another document in the document bag. Luoyang looked through it, but it was in Fusang and he couldn't understand it.
"What's written on this document?" Luoyang asked.
Lao Wang said: "This is an internal document from the intelligence department of the Fuso Defense Agency. Because of the rush of time, I don't have time to translate it into Chinese for you, but there is no need. I can explain it clearly in a few sentences."
Luoyang raised his head and glanced at Lao Wang. Last time he withdrew from Fusang, he didn't have much interaction with this old man. This time, this old man overturned his original impression of a low-level intelligence agent.
"You are involved in this matter, it is quite complicated. The beautiful country does not want Fuso to escape his control, so it is impossible to let an emerging political figure become the prime minister. However, Saburo Abe is also very dangerous to the beautiful country, because this person's
He is an extreme rightist at heart, with a strong militaristic mentality, and his ancestors are also Class-A war criminals. As long as he becomes Prime Minister of Fuso, he will definitely push for the expansion of the Self-Defense Forces and gradually get rid of the control of the beautiful country, so he is not the candidate that the beautiful country wants.
"
Luoyang was a little confused in his heart: "You confused me by saying that. What I understand is that the beautiful country intervened in this matter and wanted to get rid of the new financier Soseki Sunmon. Saburo Abe is the executor, and he is also expected to become the executor.
He will be the next prime minister, so he spared no effort to kill Soseki Soseki and Hiio Matsudaira on this matter."
Lao Wang smiled calmly: "Then what's the matter with the photo you saw? Matsudaira Weixiong was drinking tea and sunbathing in the office of the Seventh Fleet, protected by the Navy of the United States.
.”
Luoyang shrugged slightly: "Okay, you tell me."
Lao Wang continued: "Sunmon Soseki had too much money and was distracted. He felt that making money was no longer exciting, so he began to engage in politics. According to the information I have, Matsudaira Weixiong was originally a person trained by the beautiful country.
Last time I was almost killed by Saburo Abe, but you saved my life. This
Once, Saburo Abe took action against Soseki Sunmon, and Soseki Matsudaira was protected. Soseki Sunmon was the financial backer of the New Sect, and the New Sect listened to him. Weixiang Matsudaira made a deal with Saburo Abe and sold Soseki Sunmon.
.This matter was actually instructed by the real master behind Matsudaira Weixiong.”
Luoyang seems to understand a little bit.
"As soon as Sun Clan Soseki fell, Matsudaira Daixio became the leader of the new faction. Even if he could not become the prime minister of Fuso, he was still a hound for the beautiful country to control Fuso's political arena. He would bite anyone who disobeyed. This incident is tantamount to the Sun Clan's failure.
Soseki spent money to raise a dog, but he was bitten by the dog. He was the accepted victim by several forces." Lao Wang sighed a little and raised his cup to drink tea.
Luoyang felt that this matter was more difficult than he thought. When he called Prince Absali, he was still very confident in his plan to cure diseases and save people, but after hearing what Lao Wang said, he was not sure either.
Lao Wang looked at Luoyang: "I was afraid that you couldn't understand the form clearly, so I prepared this first-hand information for you. The situation is like this. I still have to ask you again, are you sure you want to wade into this muddy water?"
"Men must take responsibility." Luoyang was not affected by the complexity and difficulty of the incident.
Lao Wang glanced at Luoyang and said with a smile: "This is the first time I've seen someone talk about picking up girls in such a fresh and refined way. It's really scary."
Luoyang: "..."
"It seems that the only option is plan B." Lao Wang sighed.
"What exactly is Plan B you're talking about?" Luoyang asked.
Lao Wang said: "I can't explain it in words, but I can give you a hint."
Luoyang was confused and was about to ask, but he saw Lao Wang grabbing the tea knife on the tea table, swiping his hand, and stabbed it hard on the head of Saburo Abe, who was in a photo on the tea table.
Luoyang was stunned immediately.
This hint can be understood at a glance without the need for verbal description, but he never thought that it would be such a plan B.
Luoyang raised his eyes and looked at Lao Wang, and was silent for a moment before saying, "Who are you?"
Lao Wang let go, but the tea knife was still stuck in Saburo Abe's "head", keeping him upright. He smiled calmly: "They all call me Lao Wang."
"I know your name is Lao Wang, but I'm asking you what your identity is?"
"I can't tell you, but after this time, I have to go back. If nothing else happens, we may have a chance to meet in the future." Lao Wang said.
"Are you from the Xuanwu Bureau?"
Lao Wang remained silent.
Luoyang asked again: "Martial team or Xuan team?"
Lao Wang smiled and said nothing.
"Do you know Xuan Taimei?" Luoyang continued to test.
Lao Wang's eyes flickered for a moment, but he regained his composure in an instant.
This reaction seems to be recognition, and it is probably more likely to be Team Xuan.
"It seems that you and Xuan Taimei are colleagues and are members of Team Xuan." Luoyang continued to observe Lao Wang's reaction.
Lao Wang smiled and said, "Don't pry. If you want to save Soseki, only this plan B can work."
Luoyang looked directly into Lao Wang's eyes: "Such a plan B...does anyone on our side want Saburo Abe's life?"
"Saburo Abe's ancestor is a Class-A war criminal, and the blood of militarism flows in his bones. He is good at pretending, but his nature cannot be changed. If such a person becomes the prime minister of Fuso, it will not be a good thing."
"So, I am the knife?"
"It's not a sword, that's not a good thing to say. My understanding is that you are fighting for love, and by the way, you are going to cut out a disaster. Isn't this a case of good things coming in pairs?" Lao Wang looked very serious.
"I don't mind making this sword. It's just that Saburo Abe has a special status. The Abe family is also the head of the five major political families in Fuso. The other four families follow the Abe family. If I kill him, the trouble will definitely be big. Can you help me?" What guarantee do I provide?" Luoyang always had concerns in his heart.
"There's no guarantee, I didn't even tell you about it."
Luoyang: "..."
"Actually, don't overcomplicate things. Since many people want him dead, wouldn't everyone be happy if he dies? Killing Saburo Abe is no different from killing Liu Bing. Your ability is up to you, but your thoughts If you still can’t keep up, it’s actually not bad to try to let yourself go.” Lao Wang raised his tea cup to drink tea and looked at Luoyang from the corner of his eye.
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There is no point in continuing the conversation.
"That's it, see you later." Luoyang stood up and left.
Lao Wang did not get up, but just said: "I have prepared a gift for you. It is on the cabinet next to the door. Take it with you when you leave."
Luoyang didn't ask him what it was. When he went out, he found a box on the cabinet. He opened it and took a look, and was slightly stunned.
It was a very delicate mask, made of bionic material.
Even this was prepared, which meant that he had no choice but to go with Plan B.