Chapter 503 Strange things happen on a rainy night (two in one!!!)
Genji Heavy Industries Building, high-rise.
The curtains were swayed by the wind blowing through the cracks in the window, like swaying ghosts. There was a violent storm outside the window, and large raindrops hit the glass, smashing it into pieces. Looking out from the window, I was immersed in the feeling of the rainy night.
Tokyo is as hazy as a mirage.
Occasionally, blue-white electric snakes streaked across the sky, accompanied by a heavy roar. The dim ward was illuminated by a distant light, and the figure of the old man on the bed was magnified several times and reflected on the wall.
Upon closer inspection, the old man looked very scary. One of his eyes was bandaged and he seemed to have lost his sight. The ears on both sides of his temples were empty. There were only two dark round holes next to his temples and no auricles.
, one of his hands was fixed on his chest by an instrument, as if he had suffered a comminuted fracture... The old man's body was covered in bruises, and they all looked like new injuries. It's hard to imagine what kind of inhuman abuse he had suffered recently.
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Except for the sound of the storm outside the window, the ward was quiet, with only the hour hand beating one second. The old man sat quietly with his eyes closed, leaning on the soft pillow, motionless, as if he had entered meditation, with only his dry fingers.
The white sheets were tapping up and down, and the old man seemed to be waiting for someone, or waiting for a certain moment to arrive.
When the hour and minute hands of the clock on the wall jumped to the number "12", the door of the ward was slowly pushed open, and a figure in a white coat walked in from outside the ward, pushing a metal
The friction between the wheels and the floor of the cart was very loud, echoing in the corridor at night.
The old man on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the figure of the person who came. The man in a white coat wore a hood and a mask, and his entire face was deliberately covered. The figure nodded to the old man on the bed. The old man
Smiled at him: "It's finally here."
The figure in the white coat came to the window. He closed the last gap in the window, and the swinging curtains became silent. The sound of wind and rain was locked out, and the ward fell into a deathly silence.
"Let me see how this work looks like." The old man on the hospital bed looked at the figure and said, to be precise, he stared at the figure's face intently.
The figure still nodded silently, like an obedient puppet. He took off his hood and mask. At this time, a thunderbolt flashed outside the window. The window shook, and the face of the man in the white coat was illuminated by a pale arc light.
For a moment... What was creepy was that he actually had the exact same face as the old man in the hospital bed!
Not only the faces are the same, but the missing facial features are also the same, the one eye, the empty ears, the criss-cross scars on the face... Even every wrinkle on the face seems to be made by the same craftsman using the same carving knife, along exactly the same lines.
The trajectory of the face is carved out with absolutely precise force, which goes against the laws of nature. Even twins cannot have the same face without any differences. It is almost impossible for even the top plastic surgeons in the world to do this.
thing.
"Perfect! What a perfect work!" The old man on the hospital bed couldn't help but applaud. His applause and cheers were drowned in the rolling thunder. "Those stupid leaders of the former Soviet Union should really be punished for what they said.
I feel sad and heartbroken that my great gene cloning and appearance copying technology experiments are prohibited by the bullshit theory of protecting human rights and morality! My technology is ahead of anyone else in the world! They missed the opportunity to use this technology to win the war and conquer the world!"
The figure in a white coat came to the side of the hospital bed. He helped the old man get up, and then began to take off the patient clothes for the old man. He also began to take off his clothes until the two of them were naked, and then exchanged their clothes.
The old man on the hospital bed changed into a doctor-looking white coat. The old man stood by the bed and fastened the buttons with one hand. The figure behind him sat on the hospital bed where the old man had been. This was a seamless scene of a civet cat changing into a prince.
, it’s like a dying person has found the perfect scapegoat.
"Did everything get settled neatly on the way here? No flaws were left, right?" the old man in a white coat asked while putting on his mask and hood.
The figure in patient clothes on the bed nodded first, then shook his head.
"Very good, the fingerprints of those guys in Kassel and the flesh and blood with their genes have been handed over to me. They are placed in the vacuum bag under the pillow behind you." The old man asked the figure, "You know what to do?
Take advantage of it?"
The figure on the bed nodded silently.
The old man walked to the metal cart pushed by the figure. He lifted the white cloth covering the cart, and the items in the cart were exposed to the air... They were not medicines, but items with skulls and skulls.
Jar, the material of the jar looks like glass and metal, very special.
The jar contains white phosphorus and thermite incendiary agent. Once these things are violently impacted and generate high temperatures, a powerful explosion will occur. The entire ward will quickly turn into a sea of fire, and everything in the ward will be engulfed by extremely high-temperature flames.
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And once this kind of incendiary agent containing phosphorus powder falls on human skin, it will directly penetrate the skin and flesh and burn it to the bones. It can be said that it will not stop. This cruel incendiary bomb was used as early as World War II.
It has been banned by various countries because it is too cruel to cause pain to the human body, but at the bottom of the black market, it has always been traded by arms dealers and thugs who ignore law and humanity.
"Such violent things always look so beautiful, and now all the preparations are in place." There was a cold air in the old man's tone, "The people at Kassel College thought that they had moved Yuan Zhisheng.
Can this chess piece completely mess up my plan? But in the end, the finger of the Snake Qihachi family will still be pointed at them. This is a conspiracy that is exposed on the surface, but no one will find the flaw. The identity of Tachibana Masamune is
It’s time to give up. The death of a former patriarch has brought the Snake Qihachi family and Kassel Academy into conflict. It’s a good deal no matter how you calculate it.”
As the old man spoke, he paced towards the window. His steps were limping, so he moved very slowly.
"Very interesting! Very interesting! I'm tired of facing those idiot brothers every day in Japan. I haven't met such an interesting guy for a long time. This reminds me of twenty years ago... Lu Mingfei!
The old man stood in front of the window, looking at the huge city of Tokyo and talking to himself, incoherently, as if he was in a daze, "It is only when there are such obstacles that hinder my plan that it becomes meaningful! It is when such enemies appear that the greatness of my plan is highlighted."
!Since you took away my container and hid it so that I can’t find it, how about you personally replace your beloved girl and become the most rotten bone on the road to hell!”
"But it remains to be verified... Whether that child is useful or not remains to be verified." The old man murmured, "How did the young man named Lu Mingfei know about Uesugi Eri? Why would Uesugi Eri trust him so easily?
Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter's propeller cutting the air came, shaking the window glass. A helicopter spray-painted with the logo of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department flew to the window, and the cabin threw a cable ladder towards the window of the ward where the old man was.
The old man in front of the window was finally awakened from his thoughts. He realized that the scene had come to an end. It was time to say goodbye to the family he had worked so hard for so many years. The heroes of the Eight Snake Qi Family were cruel and cruel.
A dignified death will most arouse the resentment of those "family members", right?
The old man had no sentimental emotions. He just turned to look at the figure who looked exactly like him on the hospital bed, and finally said: "Get everything ready, and then die in the most cruel way! Your sacrifice will become the most important thing in this great moment."
The turning point! Those who keep their true destiny will save their lives; those who neglect their own way will surely die!"
The figure on the bed nodded for the last time.
The old man smashed the window glass and struggled to hold on to the cable ladder dropped by the plane with his body riddled with holes... When the helicopter completely moved away from Genji Heavy Industries, a huge fire and roar erupted in the ward where the old man was originally located.
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Just after twelve o'clock at midnight, Genji Heavy Industries' piercing alarm pierced the rainy night, and the building entered a fully closed state. The whole Sheqiba family was in chaos.
This building located in the most prosperous area of Xinshuku District has been operating in an orderly manner since it was built. It is like a hard and straight flag. It represents the benchmark for all Japanese underworld. There is rarely chaos that requires the building to be blocked, but recently
In the past month, this building with copper walls and iron bones has encountered the highest level of blockade twice in a row. This indicates that storms are coming, and even the foundation of the Japanese Yakuza family has begun to shake.
The previous blockade of Genji Heavy Industries was due to a sudden outbreak of Deadpool craze inside the building, but this time it was because of an explosion in the building... A very important person died in the Genji Heavy Industries Building.
The person who died was Tachibana Masamune, the former head of the Sheqi Eight Family.
In the main hall of Genji Heavy Industry Xingshen Temple, the heads of the eight families of the Snake Qi family kneel on the hard floor. They are wearing black patterned haori, with short swords in black sheaths at their waists, and they are all tied in black on their foreheads.
Even Sakurai Nanami, the only female among the heads of the family, was wearing a heyori sleeves, and the slender calves exposed outside the skirt were also wrapped in black stockings.
They were all dressed in pitch black from top to bottom. In Japan, they would only dress like this deliberately when attending funerals. Every family head lowered his head and said nothing. His face was full of sorrow and sorrow. The scene was solemn like
A memorial service.
Fuma Kotaro, the most senior member of the family, looked up at the head of the conference table. All three seats belonging to the upper three families were vacant. Among them was an old man who would never come back. Only five people from the lower five families were present at the moment.
The head of the family, as an old man, Kotaro Fuma couldn't help but feel a kind of sadness in his heart. It was just like the samurai in the shogunate era who went to war. Every time they returned from the battlefield, they suddenly found that a group of familiar comrades around them had fallen. Newcomers.
In place of the old one, only the broken flag still flutters in the dust.
As the "god" awakens, the war will surely intensify. I don't know if the number of family heads in future meetings will become smaller and smaller, and I don't know if the Sheqiba family can safely survive this unprecedented storm.
The door of Xingshen Temple was pushed open, and the family heads looked up. A young man in a black trench coat hurried over. Behind him was the wind and rain raging in the city. The bright windows on the tall buildings were like
Under the dim candlelight in the wind and rain, the young man's figure revealed an unexplained fatigue.
"Sorry, I'm late." Yuan Zhisheng whispered, and the door of Xingshen Temple slowly closed behind him.
Yuan Zhisheng took off his shoes informally and walked quickly. He didn't even have time to wipe his feet. His trouser legs soaked by the rain left a series of water stains on the precious tatami of the main hall. However, none of the family heads were angry with Yuan Zhisheng.
Showing an expression of disgust or accusation, even if Yuan Zhisheng only came to today's meeting wearing a white lining and a black trench coat, no one said he didn't understand the rules because he was too busy. Yuan Zhisheng was not ill-mannered.
But there is no time to change clothes at all. The family heads all know how difficult it is to manage a family in the midst of war, and this young man is the one who is most burdened among them.
As soon as Yuan Zhisheng sat at the head of the conference table, the heads of the family all looked at him with concern or sadness.
"Master..." Nanami Sakurai spoke slowly. The beautiful woman's face looked a little haggard, "Mr. Masamune, he..."
"The body has been taken away, and the best doctors from the medical department are conducting tests on the body. If necessary, they may perform an autopsy." Gen Zhisheng shook his head at Sakurai Nanami, "But to be honest, useful clues can be found.
The probability is very small, I have already seen the body, it can be said that it was burned beyond recognition."
"Asshole! Everyone knows what Mr. Masamune means to the family. This is a naked provocation to our Snake Qihachi family!" Miyamoto Shio punched the tatami, "Did the fierce ghosts do it? The final
The war is coming, and they want to weaken our morale by killing Mr. Masamune, who is of great significance to the family!"
"Judging from the standpoint, the biggest suspects are indeed the fierce ghosts, but there are too many contradictions and mysteries that cannot be sorted out, and we can't draw a conclusion so quickly." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head, "I also just came from Tama River.
The front line returned to the Genji Heavy Industries Building, took a quick look at the body and rushed to Xingshen Temple. Everything has to wait for the autopsy report and more information to be discovered and sorted out before we can determine the scope of the suspect."
"The important thing now should not be the issue of morale and face." Fuma Kotaro said in a deep voice. The old man's expression was as solemn as frost, "What we should think about now is that it was clear that the last time Deadpool attacked Genji Heavy Industries
During the incident, the alert and safety measures of the Genji Heavy Industries Building were upgraded to a whole new level. Why would someone still be able to sneak into Genji Heavy Industries and kill one of us, the head of the Shangsan Family?"