Jaban State. Jingdong City suburbs, Toyoda Conglomerate's huge manor.
This was the most luxurious manor in the entire Jaban State. Built in the mountains, it was a retro castle that symbolized Jaban State's status. It occupied an area of 20 square kilometers. There were pavilions, terraces, rock gardens, and flowing water. All the maids in the manor wore the closest kimonos, while the male servants wore samurai robes with long and narrow samurai swords at their waists. Ordinary people would stay far away from this place even if they were here for sightseeing, not to mention committing a crime.
Otherwise, if they were deemed to be dangerous, the male servants of Toyoda Conglomerate would very likely come forward and cut them in half!
Toyoda Manor, Toyoda CEO Tarō Gohon's study.
"President, Chief Shiroishi is calling." An assistant hurriedly brought a specially encrypted phone into Tarō Gohon's room and carefully said, "It's the highest level of encrypted phone."
"Did he meet with some trouble?" Tarō Gohon hurriedly replied and then waved his hand.
After the assistant left, Tarō Gohon asked in a deep voice, "Chief Shiroishi, did you meet with some big trouble by using this phone?"
"President." Shiroishi Kazuma's voice was very weak. "The situation here in Heavenly State is very tricky. Hong Dali's power has already been established. I request that you resolve the problem before it really appears."
"That Hong Dali, is he that powerful?" Tarō Gohon took a deep breath and then asked, "Even you couldn't defeat him?"
"No." Shiroishi Kazuma slowly said, "I failed, and it was a very ugly defeat. Regarding Hong Dali, the only thing I can do now is to try my best to minimize his threat. "
"Seems like the situation is very serious." Tarō Gohon thought for a while and then asked, "Chief, what do you mean …"
"Red alert." Shiroishi Kazuma could only say this in the end.
"Okay, I understand." Tarō Gohon slowly hung up the phone.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa, thinking for a while. Then, he suddenly shouted, "Someone, call Hattori Jiro here!"
…
Hattori Hanzo, a samurai clan from the Jaban Warring States period to the early Edo period. The name "Hanzo" was a name passed down from generation to generation in the Hattori family. Apart from that, the clan leader of the past generations had the name Ishikami Shou, which was also known as Hattori Ishikami Shou.
Hattori Jiro, the 13th Hattori Hanzo.
After his father's death, Hattori Jiro became the leader of two hundred Iga Concentric people, inheriting the title of Hanzo and Ishimi Mamoru. Now, they were the most important core troops of the Toyoda Conglomerate. They were in charge of clearing away all the hidden dangers for the Toyoda Conglomerate.
And the "Red Alert" mentioned by Shiroishi Kazuma just now was to request Tarō Gohon to mobilize the Toyoda Conglomerate's highest guard, the Iga ninjas led by Hattori Jiro!
Toyoda Manor, back mountain, secret underground training ground.
Hattori Jiro stood in the middle of the training field with a resolute face, his upper body bare and the lines of his face as if they had been carved by a knife.
Two people stood in front of Hattori Jiro. Each of them held a wooden stick that was as thick as a child's arm. Their eyes were fixed on Hattori Jiro's body.
The muscles on their bodies bulged, and from the bulging veins on the surface of their skin, one could tell that these two people were not to be trifled with!
"Ah —!!!"
The two of them roared fiercely, gripped the wooden sticks in their hands tightly, and charged towards Hattori Jiro. Once they got close to Hattori Jiro, they raised their arms, and the wooden sticks in their hands whistled through the air as they violently whipped towards Hattori Jiro!
One of them attacked his shoulders, while the other attacked his head.
These two strong men were extremely strong. If an ordinary person, even if they had the same physique, was hit by such a blow, they would at least suffer broken tendons and broken bones. It would only be normal for their brains to be drawn out.
"Too slow!" Hattori Jiro casually waved his arm and deftly blocked the incoming wooden sticks. He only defended and did not attack. His expression was relaxed.
After fighting for a while, Hattori Jiro seemed to be tired of playing. Suddenly, the muscles on his body exploded. "Boom! Boom! Boom! " All the joints in his body emitted a series of explosive sounds, even emitting a thunderous roar. After that, he punched out with two "peng peng" sounds, and the wooden sticks in the two men's hands immediately broke into two with a "ka la ka la" sound. Their bodies flew out wildly and fell on the ground twenty feet away, groaning and groaning for a long time, unable to get up.
"Too weak." Casually putting on his clothes, Hattori Jiro helplessly shook his head. "How are you going to work for the president like this?"
Hattori Jiro was rather dissatisfied with such an attack.
Hattori Jiro had just put on his clothes when Tarō Gohon's assistant slowly walked over and said, "Mr. Hattori, the president wants to see you."
"The president is looking for me?" Hattori Jiro lightly nodded and said, "Lead the way."
Very quickly, they arrived at the study of the president, Tarō Gohon. Hattori Jiro floated behind Tarō Gohon like a gust of wind and said, "President, I'm here."
Tarō Gohon placed his hands behind his back and looked at the scenery outside the door. He softly said, "Mr. Hattori, how do you feel about the drug that our Toyoda Conglomerate developed previously?"
"Very good." Hattori Jiro nodded and said, "My physical strength and strength have increased by about five times. My abilities have improved greatly."
Tarō Gohon smiled and said, "Two years ago, we hired mercenaries from Africa to capture Heavenly State's Zhang Yi. Although that mercenary army was completely destroyed, we obtained the formula for this genetic modification injection. From the looks of it, the effect is quite good. "
"It's a pity that it can't reach the highest level." Hattori Jiro was a little regretful. "If it could reach the effect of Zhang Yi's increase by tens of times, it would be even better."
"There are many things that can't be helped." Tarō Gohon sighed. "We're already very lucky to be able to obtain this low-level formula. As for the high-level ones, we really can't do anything about it."
"Yes." Hattori Jiro thought for a while and then asked, "President, the reason you're looking for me this time is because …"
"Chief Shiroishi has failed. The opponent this time is very strong." Tarō Gohon insipidly said, "Heavenly State has always been our Jaban empire's target. We must definitely not let their outstanding newcomers grow up. The target this time is called Hong Dali, 18 years old. Go and get the information from the intelligence department and execute the decapitation plan. With your current abilities, it shouldn't be a problem to kill an ordinary 18 years old young man, right? "
"There's no problem at all." Hattori Jiro replied, "I only need three seconds to make him disappear from this world."
"Okay, I believe in your abilities." Tarō Gohon lightly waved his hand. "Go and prepare."
"Okay." Hattori Jiro agreed. Then, like a wisp of green smoke, he instantly disappeared.
"To be able to make Shiroishi Kazuma admit defeat, it's only Hattori Jiro's side that's a little insecure. After all, this prodigal Hong Dali's luck is quite good. If anything happens to him … "Tarō Gohon touched his chin and thought for a while. Then, he shouted towards the door," Someone, help me contact Sand Eagle. "
…
Mercenaries were a group of professional killers who relied on war to make a living. They were hired to carry out all kinds of assassinations, kidnappings, battles, and even coups. The composition of mercenaries was very complicated. There were all kinds of people, but they had one thing in common. That was, they all liked war. War was everything to their lives.
"Sell your life to whoever pays." This was a basic rule that all mercenaries followed. In their hearts, there was no right or wrong. Using the words of a very famous person in the mercenary world: "Now, as long as someone is willing to pay me, I will fight for him. I don't know what is wrong. I can work for anyone, as long as he can afford it. "
And Sand Eagle was the most notorious mercenary group in the world — the highest commission, the highest success rate, and the highest level of confidentiality for the employer.
To them, as long as you could afford it, there was no one they couldn't kill.
Australia, Tasmania, Sand Eagle headquarters.
"Hey, Boss, there's a call for you." A young man in his twenties passed the phone to his boss — a middle-aged man who looked very ordinary, so ordinary that no one would take a second look at him.
And this extremely ordinary middle-aged man was called Charles, the highest leader of Sand Eagle. He had a quarter of American blood, a quarter of Australian blood, a quarter of British blood, and a quarter of Jaban blood.
"Who is it?" Charles took the phone and insipidly said, "You better make it short, Sir. My patience is very limited."
"This is Charles, right? I'm Tarō Gohon." Tarō Gohon's low laughter came from the phone. "I think we should be considered old friends, right?"
"If you are referring to the few young men with the surname Hong from Heavenly State that my grandfather helped you kill a few decades ago." Charles smiled and said, "That is indeed an old friend — but favors don't mean much to me. Just say what you have to say."
"En, OK." Tarō Gohon slowly said, "It's like this. I want to ask Charles to help me kill another person. Just one, his name is Hong Dali. You can immediately send someone to get his information from me. "
"Another one with the surname Hong?" Charles twitched his mouth. "Looks like you are fated to meet the one with the surname Hong."
"I didn't clean up the previous time, I regret that." Tarō Gohon softly said, "After so many decades of recuperation, the Hong Family is showing signs of revival."
"OK, OK." Charles helplessly said, "I will help my grandfather settle the matter — state your price."
"500 million USD." Tarō Gohon directly gave the highest price. "I think this price should not be low."
"That's a fair price." Charles instantly agreed. "Is there a time limit?"
"Of course, within a month. If you agree, you can send someone to collect the 100 million USD deposit in the afternoon."
"En, it's a big deal. Then it's settled. Goodbye, I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation. "
"A pleasant cooperation."
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