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Chapter 43 Assassination Plan at the Concert

July 13, 1991.

All reputable non-bank financial institutions in Tokyo have received business application forms from the Kanto Society.

When the national economy is in recession, it is very rare to have a big business...

The heads of these financial institutions have been waiting in front of the club early, waiting for the people from the Kanto Association who are responsible for business docking to come.

In the past, these financial institutions were ashamed of doing business with the Yakuza.

But now and then, the only person who can provide business now is the uncle, whether he comes from the extreme realm or somewhere else.

In front of the gate of Nara Credit Bank, the business manager looked at the door with a smile. For three consecutive months, his business had not been up to standard. He was at risk of being fired at any time. If it hadn't been for this sudden business, he really didn't know what he would do next.

That's good.

After a while, a white van from the Kanto Association came roaring up. Different from what he expected, what jumped out of the car was not a business contact with someone, but a few bald men with baseball bats in their hands.

"Are you from Nara Credit Bank?" The bald man headed by him looked at the business manager and asked in a cold voice, "I am from the Kanto Society, the person responsible for exchanging Japanese yen with you."

"Exchange Japanese yen?" The business manager was stunned for a moment. Isn't it a deposit and loan business?

His heart skipped a beat. The Financial Services Agency had recently issued an order banning foreign exchange transactions. At this time, the Kanto community was sending people to exchange Japanese yen with great fanfare.

He said there was nothing wrong with it, but he didn't believe it himself.

"Yes, we have some rubles on hand and want to convert them into Japanese yen. How do we do it?" The bald man tried to soften his tone. This time the goal is not to collect fees, but to convert all the rubles on hand into Japanese yen. If

If he messes up, he will be buried alive by the chief!

"Ruble?" The business manager was even more confused. Foreign exchange is usually in rice gold and British pounds, and few people in China would exchange rubles for it.

"Yes, don't tell me that you can't change it." The bald man stepped forward and put his arms around his shoulders, laughing ferociously, "It's only three million rubles, shouldn't it be a problem?"

"Three, three million???" The business manager was shocked. If converted into Japanese yen, this would be several hundred million. Is this still a small amount?

This is almost emptying their club!

The bald man didn't give him a chance to think or defend. He walked into the door with the business manager in his arms, and then asked his subordinates to pull the rolling shutter door to make it look like he was closed today.

The same scene continues to play out at small financial institutions across Tokyo.

The Kanto Society was famous for its ruthlessness. As the Yamaguchi Society gradually withdrew, almost all of the lower-level industries were swallowed up by them. These small financial institutions have been oppressed by them. Some presidents are also colluding with the Kanto Society secretly, and they are inseparable. This

This kind of exchange business is not disclosed openly, so it is really difficult to refuse.

At the same time, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

In the large conference room.

The current chief of the Metropolitan Police Department is conferring titles on a group of new police officers including Irie Masaru.

Some of them have just graduated from the Tokyo University School of Law and have strong family backgrounds, and some, like Irie Masaru, have worked hard and worked their way up from the grassroots to the Metropolitan Police Department, becoming the backbone of their current performance.

Each of these people has a supporter behind them. From now on, they will be the new key members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in the next few decades.

Uchihaizawa, who was applauding vigorously from below, was all smiles. He chatted and laughed with the other police monitors around him from time to time. When he mentioned Masaki Irie, the first person to be awarded the title, he did not forget to mention his friendship with Kitahara Sosuke.

A reminder to others, this young man is a pawn of the Beiyuan faction, so don't put pressure on him casually.

"Everyone, welcome to join the Metropolitan Police Department." The Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department smiled brightly, and after some formal talk, he also issued a new order, "We have an important purge event in Tokyo recently. I hope you can participate in this event."

Please do your best to set a good example for the younger generations."

"yes!"

...

That night.

Nishiguchi Shigeo stood in the courtyard of the headquarters listening to the reports of his subordinates. There was a stone platform in front of him with a sharp bone-picking knife on it. Anyone who failed to change their rubles into Japanese yen would be

He was pressed there and cut off a finger to apologize. Next to the stone platform, there were black suitcases. The successful ones could take away one of the suitcases, which contained one million yen.

This is him.

Rewards and punishments are clear and the methods are severe.

Under the high-pressure policy, 1 billion rubles have been transferred into his account one after another in Japanese yen.

Not surprisingly, we can still make some money later.

Shigeo Nishiguchi was very satisfied.

Is there anything that cannot be done?

As long as you are willing to do it, work hard, and dare to work hard, you will succeed!

There is no need to keep those who can't do it. Those who can do it are worth continuing to cultivate in the future.

He believed that his father and grandfather were too kind to their subordinates back then, and there was no point in leaving waste behind.

He, Shigeo Nishiguchi, only needs a group of elites, and the Yakuza elites are by no means worse than those business and financial elites.

Throwing the cigarette in his hand on the ground and stepping on it hard with his black leather shoes, Nishiguchi Shigeo nodded with satisfaction and waved Wakatou over to him.

"What do those people from the Peninsula say?" He had lost his carefully cultivated ronin, and could only find those people from the Peninsula who had been smuggled in. These were also desperadoes. As long as they were given enough money, they would dare to do anything.

The top payer shook his head in embarrassment: "Chief, they heard that it was Kitahara Sosuke, and even if they offered ten times the price, they were unwilling to take action..."

"What? You don't dare to pay ten times the price?" Nishiguchi Shigeo thought he heard wrongly. These Peninsular people dared to challenge people from the police headquarters for tens of thousands of yen before. Why are they now being offered ten times the high reward?

, still dare not assassinate a businessman?

"Yes..." If the boss doesn't dare to tell the truth, Kitahara Sosuke smashed Xu Yongzhong to pieces and punished the peninsula people in Osaka, but now this group of desperadoes hears his name

I was so scared that I didn't dare to say anything.

"Damn! Okay, if everyone is unwilling or afraid, then we will do it ourselves!" Shigeo Nishiguchi was filled with anger, "Check Kitahara Sosuke's recent itinerary, and it's time to find fault with others.

, it’s best to kill him directly and create chaos and escape.”

In the 1990s, surveillance and other equipment were not perfect, so this kind of assassination was easier than sneaking. After all, an upper-class person like Kitahara Sosuke had his people outside the mansion. If he wanted to sneak in and assassinate, it would be as easy as wanting to go to the Prime Minister's residence.

Just like killing Murayama Tomiichi, it is extremely difficult.

It would be more practical to choose a public place, make a vote, create chaos and escape.

"The nearest one will be Sakai Izumi's public concert at the Budokan." Wakatoufu said in a low voice, "Thousands of people will gather at that time. As her sponsor, Kitahara Sosuke will definitely be there. Let's choose a good one.

Chance......"

"That makes sense, the concert..."

Nishiguchi Shigeo licked his lips.


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