In the end, Old Hand and Jiang Zhong were taken away by Goto Yoshitomo.
Okuhiri Rongzo couldn't get away either. He was sitting in a car right now. Then Goto Yoshitomo and his group went to the passenger terminal. Aside from sitting in his own car, there seemed to be no difference between him and Old Hand.
"President, I'm very sorry …" Okuhiri Rongzo finally dialed the number. He was already prepared to bear the wrath of Matsudaira Yoshio.
Okuhiri Rongzo believed that this was the correct judgment. This involved the current background of Osaka City. If he forcefully stood out at this time, it would only bring about a calamity — — whether it was for himself or for the Great Ze Order.
"According to Goto Masayoshi's words, the Soul Cult has already been determined to be an illegal cult, and 'Veteran' is an important contact for the Soul Cult in Ban City. And recently, 'Veteran' has already formed an economic relationship with Jiang Zhong, cooperating to purchase the shares of a processing factory … He believes that under the premise that we clearly have a better way to make money, discussing the purchase with 'Veteran' is suspicious of us transferring benefits.
"Moreover, there are so-called upper echelons of the Bloodflame Order involved in this. The Bloodflame Order is a greater suspect in the assassination of the Soul Order in Xia City. They may also be in cahoots with the Soul Order.
"Therefore, he wants us to confront Mr. Mo and the others of the Bloodflame Order. He even wants us to go to a location on the lake that is suspected to be a stronghold of the Soul Order."
Strangely, Matsudaira Yoshio didn't get angry. He faced the troubles of the processing plant and the encounter of his close friend Jiang Zhong with inconceivable calmness. It sounded like he was more interested in Goto Yoshitomo, "Is that so? It seems that the clues are complete. Even if his reasoning is arbitrary, it has basically achieved a closed loop. He finally found an opportunity to binge … … "
"What does the president mean?"
"He's coming for us … … While carrying out the mission, he's filling his stomach."
Matsudaira Yoshio was so calm that it seemed like he was talking about other people's business, "If he's going to be used as a vicious dog, his stomach needs to be hungry. If he's going to be used as a knife, he needs to be sharpened before the battle. This way, his bite will be deeper and the knife will be more ruthless … … He's starving right now. If he doesn't find food, how can he prop up his skin and bones?"
Aohei Rong San could more or less understand Matsudaira Yoshio's meaning, but compared to Gotou Yoshio's usual methods and behavior, other than the appearance of a "drug addict", there was no connection between him and "hunger" and "torture".
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Okirin Rongsan voiced out his greatest worry, "If that's the case, the possibility of today's matter being reduced to a small matter doesn't exist?"
"Unless he can find a fatter bone."
Aohei Rongsan's heart sank. He more or less understood Matsudaira Yoshio's deduction.
Due to the escape of the deity of the main priest, the Great Ze Cult could be considered as a toothless tiger. However, they still had quite a considerable property in Ban City … If they weren't meat, then who was?
Things were awkward. If the Amaterasu Cult had continued with their original plan, they might have been able to gain the reputation of having "foresight". But as time went by, the Amaterasu Cult seemed to have completely forgotten their big plan, and their situation in Ban City became more and more difficult.
During this period of time, more than one new and old force had shown malice towards them. Gotou Yoshio was the biggest threat among them, and also the most evil one — it was not impossible to take over the Great Ze Cult's main property in one fell swoop by the Amaterasu Cult.
At present, they had unknowingly walked to the edge of the cliff.
Aohei Rongsan took a deep breath, "President, how should we deal with it?"
"From a practical point of view, the Cult has little chance in Ban City."
Even at this time, Matsudaira Yoshio's tone was still calm, almost like a pure objective analyst, "The foundation of the Cult has been scattered, revealing a gap. There is no reason for others to hold back, and even I will make a move."
"…"
"Just for Gotou Yoshio alone, there are still some variables. Because even if he is a vicious dog, before gnawing on a meat bone, he still has to listen to his master's words, bare his teeth … maybe he will get a kick? "
"Huh?"
While Aohei Rongsan was stunned, the speed of the car he was in slowed down. The motorcade pulled out by Gotou Yoshio had already successively left the high-speed magnetic rail, entered the passenger terminal of the Ping Trade Market, and then stopped.
Unable to communicate with Matsudaira Yoshio anymore, Aohei Rongsan hurriedly hung up the phone, adjusted his breathing, and opened the door to get out of the car.
The car was parked by the shore of the lake.
It was cloudy today, but the sunlight that shone through the gaps between the clouds still had the effect of heating up and causing dizziness. In such an environment, Aohei Rongsan felt very uncomfortable.
Before him, Gotou Yoshio had already gotten out of the car in front, looking at the high-class yacht berth on the pier. The pier was bustling with people coming and going, but over there, the density of the people was still two or three levels higher.
The area where the yacht berth was had already become a typical scene of confrontation.
On the shore, a group of people gathered, all of them were strong and well-built, dressed in black suits, and in the middle were a few people dressed in standard combat uniforms, but they did not look like good people.
In the sky, there were drones buzzing; on the lake near the shore, there were three to five speedboats, roaring back and forth.
Sea, land, and air attacked, and the center of focus was the yacht on the shore.
As for the yacht, near the shore, more than ten strong sailors stood in a row, their backs against the almost ten-meter-high hull, and their momentum was not inferior.
This scene seemed to be rounding up some criminal, but it seemed to make sense to change the position.
Aohei Rongsan, of course, knew the background of both sides.
Not to mention the group of people on the shore, some of the important figures in the "Heavenly Council" still had a lot of opportunities to show their faces in the peaceful trade market and even in Ban City; as for the yacht that was stuck in the berth, it was sold from his hands to the Bloodflame Order two weeks ago, in exchange for some working capital.
Now, even the name on the paint on the side of the yacht had not changed.
Gotou Yoshio's eyelids drooped, half covering his protruding eyes, and sighed with emotion: "People now are not like in the past, they all have to hit their heads and bleed before admitting to their debts."
Aohei Rongsan really wanted to tell him that if people in this world were like meat and bones, then what was the meaning of the "Heavenly Council"?
Thinking about this, Gotou Yoshio understood this logic better than anyone, so he just sighed with emotion and waited for someone.
"Gotou Yoshio?"
A somewhat stiff tone sounded from the side of the parking space. A dark-faced man in a standard combat suit strode over. Compared to the violent people in the distant confrontation area, he had the same sturdy physique and the same combat suit. When this man wore it, he looked quite formal, but no one knew where he came from.
Gotou Yoshio did not get angry because of the other party's impolite way of addressing him, instead, the smile on his thin face became clearer:
"Captain Jimmy?"
The black-faced man smirked towards the standoff area: "You did this? When I flew back, I thought we could start the war, but it turned out to be this kind of scene … The police, SCA, and even the Ban City branch could all go, why did you let these unruly guys come? "
"No, no, no, we first need to observe."
Facing this rather arrogant captain, Gotou Yoshio was still neither hurried nor slow, only opening his mouth and laughing: "My mission is to observe, and observation requires different situations and conditions. If both sides are law-abiding citizens, and everything is done according to the rules, what's the meaning? "
"Oh, that's a good reason."
Captain Jimmy could see that Gotou Yoshio was purposely trying to intensify the situation, this was in line with his expectations, but he still made some minor corrections. He directly reached out and, without any regard for himself, grabbed Gotou Yoshio's shoulder, and pushed this "observer" forward:
"What you need is to observe up close."
Gotou Yoshio did not resist, only the corner of his mouth twitched: "Yes, if I want to upgrade, I need you guys to do it."
"Believe me, I can't wait."
An evil dog that had not eaten its fill, a sharp knife that already couldn't wait …
In the eyes of Okuni Rong Three, Gotou Yoshio and this Captain Jimmy both had corresponding roles, and the relationship between them was rather subtle. There was a difference in their levels, and also differences in their functions, but fundamentally, they were both tools, there was no essential difference.
Of course, even if they were to use tools, hand-eye coordination was also necessary, they still had to communicate with each other.
Gotou Yoshio asked again: "Although it might not be used, in terms of evidence …"
"I'll let Di City's side cooperate, we can also directly confront them."
"So obedient?"
"People die for wealth, birds die for food … We're the best at this point. Why don't we arrange it now? "
"It's good to communicate in advance."
At this moment, Gotou Yoshio's subordinates had already brought over "veterans," Jiang Zhong, and other key figures of the so-called chain of evidence. He set off first, a group of ten or so people walked along the wooden walkway by the lake towards the confrontation scene.
Captain Jimmy did what he said, and while walking, he made a call: "How's the preparation going? Let Cadman answer the phone … "
Speaking of which, the speed of changing people over there was a bit slow, Captain Jimmy didn't speak for a long time.
Okuni Rong Three finally felt that something was wrong, and turned his head to look, only to see that Captain Jimmy's face was dark, and his eyes turned back from the empty state of long-distance communication, focusing on one point.
At the point of focus, which was the shore of the lake they were about to pass by, sat a person on a thick short metal pillar that was part of the fence.
That person didn't have too many characteristics that could be remembered, if one were to forcefully describe it, it would probably be a particularly leisurely body language. He was wearing casual clothes, his legs were naturally spread apart, his head was raised towards the sky, and his mouth kept opening and closing, looking like he was neurotically talking to himself.
Of course, it could also be that he was chatting with someone through the built-in communication device.
This was a very normal scene, placed in the passenger terminal with people coming and going, there was nothing out of place. But now, in front of the yacht not far away, there was a tense confrontation atmosphere, separated by less than thirty meters, this gentleman's performance, seemed somewhat out of place.
Captain Jimmy's reaction didn't need to be said, the moment he saw this person, Okuni Rong Three was somewhat unable to lift his feet.
Gotou Yoshio, who was beside him, even slowed down his steps earlier than him. The dim yellow eyeballs in the eye sockets had a clear shift, bringing along that withered head, completing a shift of attention.
But no matter how they reacted, the distance between them and that person was quite close, it must be because the place where they parked was too close …
Due to the close distance, they could clearly hear that person's "talking to himself":
"Mother's Day … that's right, big sis you're so smart, I definitely won't get involved.
"You're smart, but I'm not stupid, we've never done this kind of foreign festival, most likely someone leaked the information, so you came over to denounce us.
"Heh, you finally enjoyed a few days of peace, just obediently go into seclusion, when you come out of seclusion you'll go on a rampage and shock the world.
"Strange? What's strange about it? I've always talked like this … don't worry, my position here is different from the past, naturally there will be people to serve me, it's more comfortable than at home.
"Yes, I won't get carried away and purposely cause trouble for my family. If it's your turn to deal with matters, this world is more or less a step away from destruction …
"Haha, just a joke, just a joke!"
That man used a normal speed to chat and laugh, but it made Gotou Yoshio's group unconsciously slow down their steps, in the end they were still unable to maintain their natural posture, one after another they stopped, standing at a position approximately 7-8 steps away from the man, staring over there without looking away.
About 20 seconds later, that man finally ended the chat, smiling as he hung up the communication. And also at this time, he seemed to have finally discovered the abnormal attention over here, slightly turning his face, he also cast his gaze over, meeting face to face with this side.
Aohei Rong San had long recognized who it was, subconsciously wanting to greet him, but for some reason, the words were stuck at the tip of his tongue.
It was close to noon, due to the thick layer of fish scale clouds in the sky, even if the sunlight passed through, it was not considered hot, especially with the slightly moist air from the lake surface, under the pressure difference between the land and water, it could be considered to be very comfortable.
But at this moment, the gentle breeze that brushed against their faces had clearly turned into a layer of invisible and heavy curtain. Perhaps it was even soaked with water, as it blew over and fiercely pasted on their faces, sealing their mouths, noses, and even their orifices. Even their pores were sealed, isolating them from the inside and outside. For a moment, they actually felt as if they were suffocating, spreading from their brains and hearts.
For a moment, the group of people's mouths and noses were interrupted, as for the rest … nothing happened after that, only the gentle breeze, with the water vapor on the Beishan Lake, neutralizing the heat of the noon sun, fresh and pleasant.
At this time, the "veteran" who was caught in the crowd finally saw the person on the shore of the lake. For a moment, he still couldn't believe it, but that person turned his gaze, smiled slightly, and greeted him.
"Master Shou."
In the heart of the "veteran", the emotions of hesitation and surprise pushed back and forth, a voice came up to his throat, and he blurted out: "Mo … Mr. Mo!"
The man smiled again: "Those things I want, I hope they don't delay the work."
"In the factory, they are still working."
The veteran clearly knew that the atmosphere at the moment was delicate and tense, like a pile of gunpowder that was constantly being compacted and could explode at any time. But his sharp temper, which had been honed in the wilderness for decades, also came out at this time. "We don't have anything that's fake. It's all hammered out, so it's definitely real."
"That's good, I'm counting on it."
Chatting with the "veteran" as if there was no one else around, under the gaze of many people, Mr. Mo's gaze again turned to Jiang Zhong in the crowd, stopped for a few seconds, then lowered his head again, and beat his thigh, as if to get rid of the invisible fatigue.
Also at this time, there was a sudden commotion at the confrontation scene not far away. Over there, the densely packed group of violent people suddenly opened a gap, as if someone came out.
But in the end, what passed through the gap of the crowd, was only an empty electric wheelchair. From the analysis of the gradually approaching noise, the electric motor of the wheelchair seemed to be not working, only God knows where it came from.
Along the way, the aggressive members of the "Heavenly Council" looked at this thing pass by like idiots, and not a single one of them reached out to stop it.
A few seconds later, the electric wheelchair that had already lost half of its functions obediently stopped next to Mr. Mo. The latter slowly stood up, leisurely moved up, and then adjusted his sitting position before letting out a long breath, his gaze moved to Gotou Masayoshi's face, and met with his dim yellow pupils.
The swelling of Gotou Masayoshi's eyeballs was even more obvious, the pupils did not move, but there were layers of dark light, intersecting and blending in the depths.
Mr. Mo blinked, and praised: "Your eyes are not bad … I feel that they are even better than mine."
That tone of voice was like meeting an acquaintance on the road, asking where he bought the sharp goods on him, and how much it cost.
And also while speaking, in front of Mr. Mo's left eye, a monocle appeared out of thin air, floating in front of the eye socket, reflecting the sunlight, covering half of the pupil's color.
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