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Chapter 718

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After they left Jiang Chen's mansion, the two just got into the police car. Before they drove far, the old leader Nakajima scolded in a low voice.

"Are you crazy? You actually suspect that the president of Future Group is the murderer of the missing villagers in Jinggu Village? "

"But it's very suspicious, isn't it?" Kwai argued. "On the day of the incident, he came home very late. There was a maid in the mansion, but he happened to go back to his rental house last night."

"I think what Miyuki said makes sense," the police officer driving turned around and said.

The old policeman snorted and refuted his subordinate's opinion. "What about the motive? A president of a group with a market value of 100 billion, would he dirty his hands to do this? Don't forget that we are just here to understand the situation. Since the T virus has appeared, let's leave it to the investigation department of the Self-Defense Forces. This kind of big case is not something our small police station can handle. "

After being reprimanded by the leader, the police officer driving laughed.

"Ito-senpai is right."

After a pause, Officer Ito stared into Kwai's eyes through the rearview mirror and said seriously.

"I'm warning you, you can't act on your own. If you don't act properly, it will be a diplomatic dispute, and it may even lead to more serious problems. Think about it! "

"Yes —"

Kwai dragged her words as she looked to the side.

Although she agreed verbally, her expression was full of disapproval.

What did he mean by "the president of a group with a market value of 100 billion, would he dirty his hands to do this?" It was simply too strange to measure a person's character by assets! No matter how you looked at it, his behavior was very suspicious!

Kwai took a deep breath and looked at the mansion in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were stained with some determination.

Since you don't believe it, then I will prove it to you!



"Is it tight?"

"Well … yes, it's a bit big."

"Oh? Isn't it better to be bigger? "

"No, it's very uncomfortable."

"What about this?"

"Mhmm, it's okay."

"Can I go in a little more?"

"No, I can't go in anymore."

Qian Xia tightened her toes into her boots and lifted the back of her boots with her index finger. Jiang Chen watched on the side with a smile and nodded in satisfaction.

It feels good. I'll buy this pair!

"But … this pair of shoes costs 1 million yen, is this really okay?" Looking at the label, Qian Xia's eyes sparkled and she unconsciously swallowed.

One million yen was equivalent to a year's savings for most Japanese employees.

"It's okay, I'm in a good mood today." Jiang Chen smiled and paid the bill.

The attendant packed the shoes and handed them to Qian Xia with a smile.

Holding the bag in front of her chest, Qian Xia buried her head shyly, not knowing what she was thinking.

But Jiang Chen didn't notice this. It was just one million yen. With his assets, this amount of money was nothing at all.

What's more, the yen was now as cheap as a piece of paper …

Under the guidance of Qian Xia, a local, Jiang Chen visited many interesting places throughout the day. Speaking of which, it was quite funny. Many of the landmarks that the two of them visited could be considered as properties under his name. For example, 109 Building, Shinjuku Commercial Street …

Rather than calling it a tour, it would be better to call it a tour of the back garden.

Although after the virus crisis in the Shinagawa district, the pedestrians and tourists on the street were much quieter, the shops here were still open for business.

For the entire day, Jiang Chen basically walked around, but at night …

Hehe.

Jiang Chen casually made an excuse and asked the servant girl to go home first.

The accompanying bodyguards had already helped him get rid of the reporters following him. After all, Jiang Chen just attended the press conference two days ago, and now everyone knew he was here. With his current value and media exposure that did not match his value, it was impossible for the reporters not to be interested in him.

If the reporters followed him, he wouldn't be able to play.



The sun shone brightly above Ise Bay. It was a good day for a vacation. Usually, this golden beach should be full of youthful and beautiful figures, but at this time, it was deserted. The entire Nippon was shrouded in dark clouds.

The dark clouds that lingered in people's hearts couldn't be seen.

In the beach hotel next to Ise Bay, a white man and an Asian man sat opposite each other at the table. Two cups of cold drinks were placed on the table. Two equally cold faces were reflected on the surface of the iced water.

The white man looked at his watch and took the lead to break the silence.

"Is there any news from Tanaka?"

The Asian man shook his head.

The white man was silent for two seconds and continued to ask.

"Can you contact my Lord?"

The Asian man suddenly smiled, and it was a helpless smile.

"You know, only Tanaka can."

Tanaka had been silent on how to communicate with the Kurofune. Even to his confidants, he did not reveal more secrets about the Kurofune. After all, for this semi-religious organization, maintaining the mystery of the "Pope" could keep the members in awe and maintain the cohesiveness of the organization.

However, the drawbacks of doing so were also obvious.

If he, as the spiritual leader, died, the entire organization would become a mess, and the secrets would be taken to the grave.

Tanaka obviously did not consider this.

He had never considered that he would die one day when he was using cheats …

"What about Charles? Why didn't our brothers in Europe come? "The Asian man asked.

"Charles is dead."

"Dead?" The Asian man's face showed some surprise.

"Since the Rothschild family came to power, our brothers in Europe have had a hard time. The Willie Society is searching for us all over Europe. They think we have the Golden Apple in our hands … Those idiots are as annoying as flies. "

A look of disgust flashed between his eyebrows. The white man paused and then said, "The situation in America is getting worse. The last time Tanaka acted too hastily, the missing pilot Gordon was found in Singapore, and the FBA has begun to investigate us … What about Nippon? "

"As soon as the T virus was leaked, the Nippon authorities and Takeda Pharmaceutical turned against us." The haze on the Asian man's face was even thicker, and the teeth that bit the straw fiercely rubbed.

"What's the overall situation?" The white man asked.

"It's terrible." The Asian man only replied with three words.

"I think so too." The white man smiled bitterly.

The topic was suddenly interrupted. The two sat there in silence, as if they were in a daze, as if they were thinking about the future.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Suddenly, the white man spoke again.

"You say … since he has the blessing of my Lord, why can't Tanaka be resurrected? He is the spokesperson chosen by my Lord, it shouldn't be … "

"What do you mean?" The Asian man faintly guessed what the white man wanted to say and frowned.

"I mean, could it be that … we've been abandoned?"

At the same time, both sides saw the confusion in each other's eyes, as well as the bottomless fear.

What should we do next?

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