Scene 42 Speaking of which, I still like the title of educator best.
Vehicles surrounded the ruins of the Mambo Internet Café, with police lights flashing on each vehicle, but the real police stayed away from the area. The Sheqi family blocked the street through their connections within the police community.
Yuan Zhisheng stood in the pouring rain, smoking silently.
"Young Master, we didn't have time." Sakura stood behind him, "But we found a body."
"Drag it over here and show it to me." Yuan Zhisheng exhaled a puff of smoke.
The crow soon dragged over the body of a monkey-faced man.
"He was shot in the head. The bullet penetrated several arteries in the brain. Even if the doctor was there at the time, he would not come back." He handed Yuan Zhisheng a brass bullet.
"The caliber is 7.62 mm. Judging from the deformation of the bullet, the gun is modified and extremely powerful. The person who fired the gun is undoubtedly a professional killer."
Yuan Zhisheng twisted the warhead, "Where is the murderer?"
"Run away." Crow bowed fiercely, "Young Master, it's our inability to do things well!"
"No wonder you." Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand, "It seems that the Caesar team has left."
"It should be to kill and silence, young master." Sakura said, "This killer is hiding in Chibei. The purpose is to kill the captain at the critical moment."
"Someone ordered Chibei to kill Caesar's group. Only the captain knew who that person was. The mission failed, so the captain died."
"The Mongols." Yasha said, "Chibe's shotgun is his own. The MP7 and Beretta are not things that a bosozoku gang like this can get. The members of the Mongols behind the scenes also armed these boys."
"Can we still track the Caesar group?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.
"They shouldn't have gone far. The family has ordered all nearby gangs to go out and round them up. There may be news soon."
"Go and find out who is behind the scenes and bring him to see me." Yuan Zhisheng said softly.
"Yes!" Sakura stood up straight and said loudly.
"If the person behind the scenes resists, then break his hands and feet before bringing him to me. Leave the execution to me." The heavy rain hit Yuan Zhisheng's face. He pinched the cigarette butt and looked at the ashes.
Misty sky.
The feeling of exhaustion coming from the depths of his body and mind rushed straight to his brain. A white bird flew over anxiously and landed on the ruins of the Mambo Internet Cafe. He looked around nervously, his chest rising and falling violently.
Yuan Zhisheng thought that if he were such a white gull, unable to find a way out in this dazzling maze, and surrounded by noisy people and engines, he would probably be so frightened, right?
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Narita Airport, immigration hall.
Kaoru Ayanokouji stood behind the counter, facing the entrance, maintaining a professional and service-oriented smile.
This is her job. She likes to scan the crowds of people while working. If she sees a handsome guy, she will stay on him for a few seconds. When people exceed the range of her direct vision, she will stop looking. At most,
No more than five seconds.
There are all kinds of people at the airport, and she often tries to figure out what kind of relationship they have based on their behavior, otherwise this boring job can easily drive people crazy.
But today was an exception. Xun's eyes kept following a figure, as if he was attracted by a magnet.
The figure was getting closer and closer to him, and his heart beat faster than expected.
He was a gray-haired old man...and the old cowboy who looked like he was traveling with him. Of course Ayanokouji Kaoru didn't care about the dirty-looking old cowboy, but a gentleman whose gestures were full of British flair.
The old man walked to Ayanokouji Kaoru's counter and handed over his passport, "Hello, the first girl I talked to in Tokyo has the traditional beauty of 'Yamato Nadeshiko'. I'm really happy."
Xun opened the photo page of his passport and thought to himself that handsome people are handsome wherever they appear, whether it is in the photo or in the eyes.
She is 26 years old and has been working in the immigration hall for six years. Her daily job is to sit at the counter and review foreign tourists.
She has seen the romance of handsome French guys, the passion of handsome Italian guys, the melancholy of handsome Latin guys, and the faces of handsome men from all over the world have bombarded her over and over again.
In the end, she was completely insensitive to the beauty and ugliness of men. It didn't matter whether he was handsome or ugly, as long as the real person matched the photo. Until she met this old man, she suddenly regained her ability to be a nymphomaniac.
The old man wore a plaid coat, an old white shirt that smelled of sunshine, a purple scarf tucked into his collar, and tortoiseshell glasses on his nose, smiling indifferently.
It combines the softness of merino wool, the tallness of Canadian red pine and the spiciness of Scotch whiskey. Just like an old piano handmade by a famous craftsman, it is inexplicably moving.
"Is this your first time in Japan?" Xun asked anxiously.
"Oh no, this is my second time. Last time I entered the country from Tokyo and also went to Kagoshima and Hakone," the old man said.
"It can be seen from your passport that you have no record of entering or leaving Japan."
"In 1945, as a representative of the occupying forces, I came here on a U.S. Navy cruiser." The old man handed over his retired officer certificate. "At that time, the Japanese customs was still in ruins."
"Oh, that's it." Xun glanced at his military officer's ID card and couldn't believe that this bookish old man was actually a former soldier and a senior officer in the U.S. Naval Staff.
When she looked at her passport again, she hesitated.
"Is there anything wrong? My information." The old man asked politely.
"No...no, I just feel..." Ayanokōji Kaoru subconsciously raised his head and met the old man's bright eyes, "Um...your passport says that your date of birth is 18..."
To be honest, she was a little frightened. After mentally calculating the old man's age several times, she still couldn't believe it and wondered if there was a mistake printed on the passport.
"October 28, 1878, right?" the old man said fondly, "This is my birthday. I was born in 1878."
"But, over one hundred and thirty is not too old. One of my students once told me that as long as the heart is still beating, you are still young... I still think that I am a young man."
More than one hundred and thirty years old... Oh my God, she just acted like a nymphomaniac to a man who was as old as her great-great-grandfather... She is really too shameless to see anyone...
But you can't blame her, any girl will become a nymphomaniac when seeing this old man.
Xun reluctantly handed the passport back to the old man, "Student? Is your current occupation a professor?"
"I have the reputation of being the president of a private university in the United States... It's okay to call me a professor. I do teach a course in the college."
"I have had many careers, but I still like being an educator the most. What could move you more than watching your students become successful?"
"It just so happens that some of my most proud students are now in Japan. That's what one of them said to me. He is the best one there."
The old man smiled and put his passport into his wallet, "Of course, some of the students I have taught are very smart and some are stupid. Most of the smart students can become talented without any guidance, but the stupid students...are still there after decades."
I can’t finish a lesson.”
Although Ayanokōji Kaoru didn't quite understand the following sentence, and it took decades to learn a lesson...but this did not stop her from smiling and praising the old man, "You are really a great educator."
"Thank you." The old man took off his hat and saluted.
They met and said goodbye in such a hurry. Xun Mo remembered the old man's name, Hilbert Jean Angers. Judging from his demeanor and appearance, he looked like an English gentleman, but judging from his name, he looked like a romantic Frenchman.
Then it was the turn of the man dressed in cowboys behind the old man.
Xun immediately switched from a personal smile to a professional fake smile, "Hello."
"Beautiful lady." The old cowboy put down his beer belly, took out his passport and handed it to her, while biting a rose in his mouth, "Can I ask you a question?"
Kaoru Ayanokouji took only three seconds to confirm the old cowboy's identity information and whether the photo matched him, stamped it, and then handed the passport back to him, "If it is a personal question, I'm sorry that I can't answer it. Next time
Passengers are still queuing behind."
"Why did you treat that old thing just now..."
Kaoru Ayanokouji nodded directly to the back, indicating that the next passenger could come over to check their visa.
"Hey, beauty, are you so heartless... Angers, why are you dragging me along, you old man?"
The old cowboy yelled dissatisfiedly, and the back collar of his denim jacket was pulled down by Angeti.
"If I don't drag you away, will it be embarrassing to stay here?" Angers tried his best to keep an elegant smile.
The sound of brakes, exclamations and rapid footsteps suddenly entered the hall. Xun glanced at the surveillance screen and was shocked to see more than a dozen black Mercedes-Benz cars blocking the road outside.
Men in black suits poured into the airport reception hall from different entrances. Their waists bulged. It was unclear whether there were daggers or firearms hidden under the suits.
They formed a human wall side by side, blocking all exits. Anyone who tried to enter or exit was frightened away by their cold and murderous eyes.
Xun understood, those were the underworld, and the underworld blocked the airport! She immediately reached out to the airport guard's direct dial phone.
Suddenly there was no sound from the microphone.
Xun Zhan raised his head tremblingly. There was an elder standing in front of the counter. The telephone cord that had been cut by the knife was in the elder's hand. The elder put it on the counter and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
The elder has a cobra in each hand, with five ferocious tongues wrapped around his five fingers respectively, and each snake head has a high crown of flames.
That is the so-called "Naga" in Buddhism, a huge dragon-like snake. The more heads it has, the more powerful it is. In Cambodia, the five-headed Naga symbolizes the devil.
"This is the office of Japan Customs...you...don't mess around!" Xun warned the other party carefully.
"It will be over soon, please work peacefully." The elder turned around and bowed deeply to the trembling guards, "Please be patient, we will not mess around."
He scanned the hall, obviously looking for someone.
Kaoru Ayanokouji couldn't help but start to think about who could make the underworld use such "courtesy" and not hesitate to block the country to find him? A traitor in the family? The boss of a competing gang? Should he be taken away or executed on the spot after he is found?
"It's very disappointing." In the dead silence of the hall, a warm voice said slowly, "After a few decades, has your Japanese underworld degenerated to this extent?"
Ayanokouji looked around fiercely and saw that it was the man named Anger.
He arranged the silk scarves in his pocket without even looking at the vicious gangster.
He must not understand the current situation, right? Even if he was an officer in the U.S. Navy, how dare he look down upon these heavily armed gang members at his old age?
The elder seemed to have heard what the old man said and led the gangsters around.
The old man finished arranging the silk scarf and started to straighten his collar. However, he did not take any action. Ayanokouji Kaoru's heart was in his throat.
The two of them followed the news and came to stand in front of the old man, with fierce expressions as if they were about to take out a knife or a gun at any time... Then under Xun's surprised eyes, they bowed deeply.
"Inuyama Hasegawa Yoshitaka, welcome the principal to Japan! It's been a hard journey! Damn you for not recognizing you for a moment! I didn't expect you to look so young!"
"Look? I really feel that I am quite young, and this lovely lady at the airport thinks so too." Angers glanced at Yilong's men, "Why are you bringing so many people? Do you want to show off to me?"
"Don't dare! That's what the principal taught you!"
"If the Japanese gangsters only have the quality they have now...it seems I have to teach you a lesson."
"The principal taught me a lesson!" Yilong bowed, "Please forgive me for any offense I may have caused!"
Angers took out a folding knife from the suitcase and tied it to his wrist, "Yoshitaka Hasegawa? I seem to remember this name. What level are you in?"
Yilong's face flushed with a blush of "double honor", he straightened his back and answered proudly, "Enrolled in 1955, graduated with a major in precision machinery. I was fortunate enough to listen to the principal's personal lectures!"
"Oh, I think about it. You had a baby face when you were a child. Why do you look so old now?"
"Yes! After all, as I get older, my face and appearance have changed. It's not as good as the principal to keep the same style as before."
"You're still working in the underworld at such an old age? You really haven't learned well." Ange frowned and shook his head, as if he was feeling sorry for this student's failure.
He took out a dazzling red rose from his pocket and placed it on Xun's counter. "Your accent sounds like you're from Kagoshima, right? Thank you for thinking about my safety. It's all my stupid students who scared you."
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"Speaking of Kagoshima, it is a good place with many kind and beautiful girls. I hope that next time I come to Japan, such cute girls will welcome me."
He didn't wait for Xun's answer, turned around and walked towards the exit. Yilong hurriedly followed with his suitcase, and the men in black lined up and bowed deeply.
Angers waved his hand without looking away, "Hello, classmates!"
"Hello, principal!" the men in black said in unison.
"Hello, Principal~" the night watchman said in a strange tone, "Tsk tsk, our principal of Angers University is so majestic. I don't know when I can sit in this position and experience it."
Angers walked among dozens of men in black, ignoring the old gangster.
I knew the result of bringing him here would be like this. Not only did I tease the lovely female receptionist, but now I still let him lose face in front of the students.