Chapter five hundred and twentieth eight lake wind
"Veteran" and Ezuka were eventually taken away by Goto Yoshiti.
Okuhira Yōzo was not able to get away either. He was sitting in the car at this time, and then Fujiyoshi and his party went to the passenger terminal. Apart from taking their own car, they seemed to be no different from the "veterans" in nature.
"President, I'm sorry..." Yoshio Okuhira finally dialed the phone, and he was ready to bear Yoshio Matsudaira's anger.
Okudaira Yoshizo believes that this is the correct judgment. In relation to the current background of Sakajo, if he forcibly comes forward at this time, it will only bring disaster - whether it is for him personally or for the Osawa Order.
"According to Goto Yoshi, the Soul Cult is an illegal sect that has been identified. 'Veteran' is the important contact person of the Soul Cult in Sakai City. Recently, 'Veteran' and Ezuka have formed economic contacts and cooperated in acquisitions.
The shares of the processing plant... He believed that we were discussing the acquisition with the 'veterans' under the premise that there were obviously more profitable ways, which was suspected of conveying benefits.
"And there are also so-called 'high-level members of the Blood Flame Order' involved. The Blood Flame Order is highly suspected in the assassination of the Soul Order in Xia City, and may also be colluding with the Soul Order.
"So he asked us to confront Mr. Mo and others from the Blood Flame Order, and even go to a suspected Soul Order stronghold on the lake to conduct on-site exploration."
Strangely, Matsudaira Yoshio did not get angry. He faced the troubles faced by the processing plant and the experience of Ezuka, who was suspected of being his close friend, with incredible calmness. It simply sounded like he was more interested in Goto Yoshio.
Some: "Really? It seems that the clues are complete. Even if the reasoning is arbitrary, the loop has basically been closed. He finally found another opportunity to overeat..."
"What does the president mean?"
"He came to us...to fill his stomach while performing his mission."
Matsudaira Yoshio was as calm as if he was talking about other people's business: "If you want to be a vicious dog, you have to be hungry; if you want to be a knife, you have to sharpen it before the battle, so that your words can be deep and your sword can be ruthless... He is now
I am so hungry that if I don’t look for food, how can I support my skin and frame?”
Okuhira Yoshio can probably understand what Matsudaira Yoshio means, but comparing Goto Yoshio's usual methods and behavior, except for the appearance of an "addict", there is no connection with "hungry" and "grinding".
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Okudaira Yoshizo expressed his biggest worry: "In this way, there is no possibility that today's matter will be reduced to a minor matter?"
"Unless he can find meatier bones."
Okudaira's heart sank. He almost understood Matsudaira Yoshio's inference.
The current Osawa Religion is considered a toothless tiger due to the escape of the officiating god. However, they still have a considerable industry in Bancheng... If they are not meat and bones, who is?
The thing is embarrassing. If the Amaterasu Order continues to move forward according to the plan that was not carried out that day, it is possible to gain a reputation as a "foresighted person". But as time goes by, the Amaterasu Order seems to have completely forgotten their
As a result of the big plan, their situation in Bancheng became more and more difficult.
During this period of time, more than one old and new force had shown ill will towards them. Goto Yoshi was the most threatening and evil one among them - he used the Amaterasu Sect to cause trouble and defeated the Osawa Sect in one fell swoop.
It is definitely not impossible to swallow up the main industry of the regiment.
At present, they have reached the edge of the cliff without knowing it.
Okudaira Yongzo took a deep breath: "President, how should we respond?"
"Pragmatically speaking, the religious group has little chance in Bancheng."
At this moment, Matsudaira Yoshio's tone remained calm, almost like a purely objective analyst: "The foundation of the cult has been scattered, leaving a void. There is no reason for others to hold back. As for me, I will do it.
"
"..."
"As far as Goto Gi is concerned, there are still some variables. Because even if it is a vicious dog, before chewing meat and bones, it must obey its master and bar its teeth... maybe it will get a kick?"
"Well?"
While Okuhira Sanyi was stunned, the speed of the car he was riding in slowed down. The convoy pulled out by Goto Yoshi had already got off the high-speed magnetic track one after another, entered the passenger terminal of Pingmao Market, and then stopped.
Unable to communicate with Matsudaira Yoshio anymore, Okudaira Yoshizo hurriedly hung up the phone, took another breath, opened the door and got out of the car.
The car was parked on the shore of the lake.
It was cloudy today, but the sunlight cast through the gaps in the sky still had the effect of heating and dazzling. In such an environment, Okudaira Yoshizo felt very uncomfortable.
Before him, Goto Yoshi had already got out of the car in front and looked at the high-end yacht berths on the pier. There were people coming and going on the pier, which was quite lively, but the density of people there still increased by two or three levels.
.
The yacht berth has become a typical confrontation scene.
On the shore, there was a group of people gathered. All of them were strong and strong, wearing straight black suits. There were also a few people in standard combat uniforms interspersed among them, but they didn't look like kind people.
There are drones buzzing in the sky; on the lake near the shore, there are three to five speedboats roaring back and forth.
There was a three-way attack by land, sea and air, with the center of focus being the yacht on the shore.
As for the yacht, near the shore, more than a dozen strong sailors stood in a row, with their backs leaning against the nearly ten-meter-high hull, and their momentum was not inferior.
This scene seems to be rounding up a criminal, but it seems to make sense to reverse the position.
Of course Okudaira Yoshizo knew the details of both parties.
Needless to say about the group of people on the shore, some important figures in the "Heavenly Kingdom People" still have many opportunities to show their faces in Pingmao Market and even in Sakamachi. As for the yacht stuck on the berth, it was from his hands two weeks ago.
It was resold to the name of the Blood Flame Cult in exchange for a batch of working capital.
Even the name on the side paint has not changed yet.
Goto Yoshi's eyelids were twitching, half-covering his protruding eyes, and he sighed: "People today are no better than they were back then. They have to hit their heads and bleed before they admit their mistakes."
Okudaira wanted to tell him that if people in this world are just like flesh and bones, then what is the meaning of the existence of "Heavenly People"?
Come to think of it, Goto Yoshi understands this truth better than anyone else, so this guy just expressed his feelings and waited for someone.
"Goto Gi?"
A somewhat harsh tone sounded from the side of the parking space. A black-faced man wearing a standard combat uniform strode over. Compared with the socially violent people in the confrontation area in the distance, he had the same sturdy build and the same combat uniform.
, when worn on this person, it looks quite formal, but I don’t know where it came from.
Goto Yi was not annoyed by the rude address, and the smile on his thin face actually became clearer:
"Captain Jimmy?"
The black-faced man slurred toward the confrontation area: "Did you do this? When I flew back, I thought it was time to start a war, but it turned out to be this scene... The police, SCA and even the Sakagawa branch can come, why do you let it go?
Are these random guys coming here?"
"No, no, we need to observe first."
Facing this rather arrogant operation captain, Goto Yoshi remained unhurried and just grinned: "My mission is to observe, and observation requires different scenes and conditions. If both sides are law-abiding and good people,
, everything is done according to the rules, what’s the point?”
"Oh, that's a good reason."
Captain Jimmy saw that Goto Yoshi deliberately went in the direction of intensifying the situation, which was in line with expectations, but he still made detailed corrections. He directly stretched out his hand, put his arm around Goto Yoshi's shoulders discreetly, and said "
Observer" pushes forward:
"What you need is to get a closer look."
Goto Yi did not resist, but just twitched the corner of his mouth: "Yes, if it escalates, you will need to take action."
"Believe me, I can't wait."
A vicious dog that hasn't eaten enough, a sharp knife that can't wait...
In the eyes of Okudaira Yoshizo, Goto Yoshi and Captain Jimmy have corresponding roles, and the relationship between them is relatively subtle. There are differences in level and functionality, but in fundamental nature
, and they all belong to the tool category, there is no essential difference.
Of course, even when using tools, hand-eye coordination is necessary, and they still need to communicate with each other.
Goto Yi asked again: "Although it may not be used, in terms of evidence..."
"I'll ask Ticheng to cooperate. You can also confront them directly."
"So obedient?"
"Man perishes for money, and birds perish for food... We are the best at this. How about we make a pre-arrangement now?"
“It’s good to communicate up front.”
At this time, Goto Yoshi's men had brought over the "veterans", Ezuka and other so-called key figures in the chain of evidence. He took the lead and a group of about ten people walked along the wooden walkway by the lake to the scene of the confrontation.
go.
Captain Jimmy kept his word and made a call while walking: "How are the preparations going? Let Cadman answer the phone..."
It is said that the substitution speed there was a bit slow, and Team Jimmy did not speak for a long time.
Okudaira Yoshizo finally felt something strange and turned around to look, only to find that Captain Jimmy's dark face was stern, and his eyes turned back from the vacant state of remote communication and condensed into one point.
At its focused position, which was on the shore of the lake they were about to pass, sitting on a thick metal post that was part of the guard railing, was a person sitting there.
That man didn't have many memorable characteristics. If I put it more forcefully, he probably had a very leisurely body language. He was wearing casual clothes, his legs were naturally spread apart, his head was raised to the sky, and his mouth was constantly opening and closing.
It looked like he was talking to himself nervously.
Of course, this may also be chatting with people through the built-in communication tool.
This is a very real-life scene. It is placed at the passenger terminal where people come and go, and there is nothing out of the ordinary. But now, in front of the yacht not far away, there is a tense confrontation, less than thirty meters apart.
, this gentleman’s performance seemed a bit out of place.
Needless to say, Captain Jimmy's reaction was that the first time he saw this man, Okudaira Yoshizo couldn't lift his feet.
Next to him, Goto Yoshi slowed down even earlier than he did. The dim eyes clearly shifted in their sockets, and with that dry head, he completed a shift of attention.
But no matter how they reacted, the distance between them and that person was quite close. It must be because the parking places were too close together...
Due to the close distance, they could clearly hear the person's "solomon":
"Mother's Day...yes, sister, you are so smart, I will definitely not get involved.
"You're smart and I'm not stupid either. We've never done this kind of foreign decency. Someone probably let the news slip. You should come here and ask the question.
"Oh, you finally enjoyed a few days of peace and quiet, so you can go into seclusion. When you come out of seclusion, you will kill everyone and become famous all over the world.
"Weird? What's so weird? I've always said this... Don't worry, my status here is different from the past. Naturally, I have people waiting on me, and I feel more comfortable than at home.
"Yes, I won't get carried away and deliberately cause trouble for my family. If it were your turn to deal with the matter, the world would be just one step away from destruction...
"Haha, it's a joke, it's just a joke!"
The man chatted and laughed at a normal speed, but Gotogi and his group unconsciously slowed down their steps. In the end, they were still unable to maintain a natural posture, and they all stopped one after another and stood at a distance.
The man was about seven or eight steps away, staring over there.
After about twenty seconds of this, the man finally ended the chat and hung up the communication with a smile. At this time, he seemed to finally notice the abnormal attention here, turned his cheek slightly, and also focused his gaze.
Meet here face to face.
Okudaira Yoshizo recognized who it was a long time ago, and subconsciously wanted to say hello, but for some reason, the words couldn't come out of his mouth.
It was almost noon, and due to the thick layer of fish-scale clouds in the sky, even if the sunlight penetrated, it was not too hot. Especially, there was still slightly humid air on the lake, driven by the air pressure difference between the water and the land.
, it feels very comfortable.
But at this moment, the breeze blowing on their faces clearly turned into an invisible thick curtain, maybe even soaked with water, drifting over and blowing hard on their faces, sealing their mouths and noses.
The five senses, seven orifices, and even every pore, were isolated from the inside and outside. For a moment, a feeling of stupor, similar to suffocation, spread from the brain to the heart.
For a moment, the group's breathing was interrupted through the mouth and nose. As for the rest... nothing happened after that. Only the breeze blowing on the face, carrying the water vapor from Beishan Lake, neutralized the heat of the noon sun, making it fresh and pleasant.
At this time, the "veteran" who was held hostage in the crowd finally saw the man on the lake shore clearly. For a moment, he couldn't believe it. Then the man turned his eyes again, smiled slightly, and said hello.
"Master Shou."
The emotions of hesitation and surprise were pushing back and forth in the "veteran"'s heart, and he blurted out: "Mo...Mr. Mo!"
The man laughed again: "Those things I want, I hope they won't delay my work time."
"In the factory, they are still working."
The veteran knew that the current atmosphere was delicate and tense, like a pile of gunpowder that was constantly being compacted and might explode at any time. However, the pungent temperament he had honed over decades in the wilderness also showed his head at this moment: "Virtual
We don’t have anything fancy, it’s all hammered out with hammer after hammer, so it must be real.”
"That's good, I'm counting on it."
He chatted with the "veteran" as if no one else was around. Under the gaze of many people, Mr. Mo's eyes turned to Jiang Zhong in the crowd. He paused for a few seconds before lowering his head again and beating his thigh, as if to
Eliminate invisible fatigue.
At this time, there was a sudden commotion at the confrontation site not far away. The dense group of violent people there suddenly opened a gap, and it seemed like someone was coming out.
But in the end, what passed through the gap in the crowd was just an empty electric wheelchair. Judging from the approaching noise, it seemed that the motor of the wheelchair was not working yet, and God knows where it was driven.
Along the way, the menacing members of the "Heavenly Kingdom" looked at this thing passing by like idiots, but not one of them reached out to stop it.
A few seconds later, the electric wheelchair, which had lost half of its functions, parked obediently next to Mr. Mo. The latter slowly stood up, moved up slowly, adjusted his sitting posture, and then let out a long breath and moved his eyes to Goto Yi's face.
above, meeting its dim pupils.
Gotogi's eyeballs were bulging more obviously. The pupils were motionless, but there were layers of dark light that intertwined and blended deeper.
Mr. Mo blinked and praised: "Your eyes are pretty good... they feel better than mine."
His words were like meeting an acquaintance on the road and asking him where he bought the high-end goods he was wearing and how much they cost.
Also while he was talking, a monocle appeared out of thin air in front of Mr. Mo's left eye, floating directly in front of the eye socket, reflecting the skylight and blocking out half of the pupil's color.