New York, The Ritz-Carlton, Central Park, New York.
Raindrops pattered on the window. The water splashed and flowed down along the glass, like a small waterfall.
The avenue was completely white, and the rain was falling wildly. It didn't feel like rain anymore. The valve somewhere in the sky was broken, causing the water in the reservoir to slosh downward. It started to rain in the afternoon the day before yesterday.
Wind, the announcement issued by the National Weather Service of the United States is that a huge storm surge has occurred in the western Atlantic Ocean. Although it will not land on the American continent, due to the influence of the storm surge, most cities in the eastern United States will experience widespread rainfall.
This is a very bad thing. No one knows when the rain that has lasted for two days will stop.
Gore looked outside through the almost frosted glass window. Attendants in black clothes holding umbrellas kept receiving guests who were pouring into the hotel. In three hours, a small well-known entrepreneur invitation seminar was about to start at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.
,This heavy rain keeps everyone busy.
Wright scanned the invitation in his hand and was communicating with Badr on his mobile phone. He had never heard the name of the organizer on the invitation: "Who is this guy?"
"The more famous Japanese gangsters include the Yamaguchi-gumi, Sumiyoshi-kai, Inagawa-kai, Kinwa-kai, and Matsuba-kai, and he is the leader of the largest mixed-race gang organization in Japan. Of course, he eats both black and white. He was born in Kyoto in 1927
Tokugawa Yorisanin." Gore sat back on the sofa and took a sip of the whiskey in his glass, "You can think of the Hyakuki League as the secret party in Europe."
"Hundred Ghost Alliance?"
"The Japanese legend of the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts." Gower explained, "Japanese hybrids like to call unknown and untested things ghosts. They are warriors who specialize in hunting ghosts, because they have more than a hundred...
..."
"It's one hundred and twenty-seven, Mr. Principal." Tokugawa Yorisanin interjected.
"Okay." Gore nodded, "There are one hundred and twenty-seven small mixed-blood gang organizations under its umbrella, so it is called the Hundred Demons Alliance, but it only ranks third among the Japanese secret parties."
"Actually, what I want to ask is who is the organizer on the invitation letter." Wright hung up the phone. Badr basically wouldn't answer his call. He would rather serve a well-respected minor than a guy who lives and drinks.
, "Anyone who can come to us is either a best friend or a trustworthy person. I know this very well. If he can come here, it means that he is worthy of trust."
"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Wright." Tokugawa Yorisanin stood up and bent down to express his thanks.
"But there are 127 small gangs organized into big gangs, and they are ranked third. It's a bit unsatisfactory."
"The first and second are the conglomerates. We also have industries, but they are completely unable to match their overall strength."
"Your last name should be Tokugawa Rai, right?"
"Yes, I take my mother's last name."
"That was a great beauty. She could also be said to be Japan's 'Joan of Arc', a Japanese woman who launched an uprising to resist the persecution of mixed-race races after the war. I remember we saw her in Yokohama Port in 1954.
"Wright poked Gore, "I didn't expect you to be her child. Is she okay?"
"She passed away in 2017." Tokugawa Yorisanin sighed, "because of acute myocardial infarction."
Wright frowned: "Mixed breeds will suffer from acute myocardial infarction?"
"In medical terms, it is indeed a heart problem, but modern medical technology cannot explain what it is, so we just gave the explanation of acute myocardial infarction." Gower looked at Wright and suddenly came to his senses, "Oh,
I asked you how you didn’t know that during Tokugawa Ramiko’s funeral, your mother was riding an elephant with the princesses of Ethiopia and Morocco.”
"Come on, let's not talk about my past heroic deeds." Wright threw the invitation on the table, "First tell me who is this Rommel Albert Goring Russell? This name seems to make me
Back to World War II."
As a witness and exhibitor of World War II, he naturally knows what these names represent.
Rommel is Erwin Rommel, the famous German Desert Fox Field Marshal; Albert's full name is Albert Kesselring, the famous German Air Force Field Marshal who spanned two world wars; and
Goering, Hermann Wilhelm Goering, served as Commander-in-Chief of the German Air Force, Chief of the Gestapo, Head of the "Four-Year Plan", Speaker of the Reichstag, Commander-in-Chief of the Stormtroopers, Minister of Economics, Prime Minister of the Prussian State, etc. in the party, government, and military
The three departments hold many important positions and are the political and military leaders of Germany.
If they have the same name, it is not unusual, but the three names on the invitation are all marked in German "Rommel", "Albert" and "Göring", which is very unusual.
"Emma checked and found out that he is the leader of the secret party organization in Manhattan. They call themselves the 'Skull and Bones Society'." Gower explained.
"The 'Skull and Bones', also known as the Skull and Bones and the Death Knights, is a super-elite society at Yale University. People from here occupy important positions in American politics and business circles, and are known as those who control the United States abroad.
Shadow government." Tokugawa Yorisanin said.
"I know this. Most prestigious schools in the United States have similar ultra-elite societies, but the Skull and Bones Society is particularly famous to the outside world." Wright nodded.
"But there is a problem with this," Tokugawa Yorisanin rolled his thumb. "It is rumored that the name of one of the founders of the Skull and Bones Society is 'William Russell'."
"Russell? Are you sure?" Wright stood up in surprise and stared at Tokugawa Yorisanin in disbelief.
"Aren't you a top student? Aren't you a doctoral student at Yale University? How come you don't know this?" Gower looked at Wright teasingly.
"How many people are there at Yale? How many students? Can I be sure that the doctoral student I found is from the Skull and Bones Society? Besides, who the fuck would ask a girl about her identity and background?"
"Don't you always drag a princess from a certain country when you go to fun places? Why, do you just treat these beauties as lovers?"
"Princess and lover are not the same. The first type is to coax and please." Wright raised his eyelids flatteringly.
"In ancient times, you were the kind of man who charmed everyone, but now, you are just a stallion and a scumbag." Gower rolled his eyes.
"You can't say that. I am sacrificing my small self to achieve my greater self. The happiness of beauties is my happiness." Wright said with starry eyes.
Gall lowered his head and held his forehead. Sometimes this guy is as reliable as a tailor-made Iron Man suit, and sometimes he acts like an idiot. It makes people feel like getting along with him is like stepping on dog poop and slipping in the garbage in a garbage room.
Same.
"Keep talking, keep talking, don't interrupt." Wright sat down and rang the bell. The meeting was at five o'clock in the afternoon, which was a very unfriendly time. Guests attending could only eat in advance because they didn't know when the meeting would last.
, "Wright Lesquez, use the set meal I usually eat, three servings. Oh, by the way, please go to KFC and buy me two portions of fried chicken and two large bottles of Coke. This is a tip." Wright put the money into the waiter's pocket.
Jacket pockets.
"Rommel Albert Goring Russell, the information Emma gave me is a playboy. He is not an entrepreneur, his father is, so no one knows what the party is about today.
"Gore spread his hands and said, "If something goes wrong, you, me, and Tokugawa Lai can only work together."
"Is there anyone I know besides the three of us?" Wright asked.
"Yes, Elserson, you once slept with his wife." Gore flicked the cigar ashes into the ashtray.
"That guy is here anyway."
"So I advise you to be careful. If you are caught in private and have your kidneys removed, little brother, I will not save you."
"Then I just stay by your side obediently." Wright thought for a moment, "However, I suddenly thought of something. Three months ago, there was an explosion in a villa somewhere outside St. Petersburg, Russia. The explosion did not cause any casualties.
All parties in the industry attributed the attack to the vicious crime of blasting and theft, but according to the victim, nothing was missing from the home."
Gower looked at Wright across the table without saying a word.
"At first, the intelligence agency within the family didn't care, but Badr thought of the existence of a mixed-race family in Russia, and the intelligence officers hurriedly collected information."
"What Mr. Wright wants to say is the Claudilov family?" Tokugawa Yorisanin asked.
"You know?" Wright frowned.
"I told you he was one of ours." Gore patiently took a puff of cigarette.
"The victim was not a member of the Klaudilov family, but it was found that the villa belonged to the Klaudilov family." Wright said with a serious expression, "And according to Russian investigations, the attacker came from the United States."<