"Veteran" and Ezuka were eventually taken away by Goto Yoshiti.
Okudaira Rongzo could not get away either. He was sitting in the car at this time, and then Fujiyoshi and his party went to the passenger terminal. Apart from riding in his own car, he seems to be no different from a "veteran" in nature.
"President, I'm sorry..." Okudaira Yongzo finally dialed the phone, and he was ready to take on Matsudaira Yoshio's anger.
Okudaira Yongzo believes that this is the correct judgment. Regarding the current background of Sakajo, if he forced his way forward at this time, it would only bring disaster - whether it was for him personally or for the Osawa Order.
"According to Goto Yoshi, the Soul Cult is an illegal sect that has been identified. The 'Veteran' is the important contact person of the Soul Cult in Sakai City. Recently, the 'Veteran' and Ezuka have formed economic relations and cooperated in acquisitions. The shares of the processing plant... He believed that we were discussing the acquisition with the 'veterans' under the premise that there were obviously more profitable ways, which was suspected of conveying benefits.
"And there is also the participation of the so-called 'high-level officials of the Blood Flame Religion.' The Blood Flame Religion is highly suspected in the assassination of the Soul Religion in Xia City, and may also be colluding with the Soul Religion.
"So he asked us to confront Mr. Mo and others from the Blood Flame Order, and even go to a suspected Soul Order stronghold on the lake to conduct on-site exploration."
Strangely, Matsudaira Yoshio did not get angry. He faced the troubles faced by the processing plant and the experience of Ezuka, who was suspected of being his best friend, with incredible calmness. Simply speaking, he seemed to be more interested in Goto Yi: "Really? It seems that the clues are complete. Even if the reasoning is arbitrary, the loop has basically been closed. He finally found another opportunity to overeat..."
"What does the president mean?"
"He came to us... to fill his stomach while performing his mission."
Yoshio Matsudaira was as calm as talking about other people's business: "If you want to be a vicious dog, you have to be hungry; if you want to be a knife, you have to sharpen it before the battle, so that your words can be deep and your sword can be ruthless... He is now I am so hungry that if I don’t look for food, how can I support my skin and frame?”
Okuhira Yoshio can probably understand what Matsudaira Yoshio means, but compared with Goto Yoshio's usual methods and behavior, except for the appearance of an "addict", there is nothing to do with "hungry" and "grinding".
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Okudaira Yoshizo expressed his biggest worry: "In this way, there is no possibility that today's matter will be reduced to a minor matter?"
"Unless he can find meatier bones."
Okudaira's heart sank. He almost understood Matsudaira Yoshio's inference.
The current Osawa Religion is considered a toothless tiger due to the escape of the officiating god. However, they still have a considerable industry in Bancheng... If they are not meat and bones, who is?
The thing is embarrassing. If the Amaterasu Order continues to move forward according to the plan that was not carried out that day, it is possible to gain a reputation as a "foresight". But as time went by, the Amaterasu Order seemed to have completely forgotten their big plan, and their situation in Sakai became increasingly embarrassing.
During this period of time, more than one old and new force had shown ill intentions towards them. Goto Yoshi was the most threatening and evil one among them - he used the Amaterasu Sect to cause trouble and defeated the Osawa Sect in one fell swoop. It is by no means impossible to swallow up the main industry of the regiment.
At present, they have reached the edge of the cliff without knowing it.
Okudaira Yongzo took a deep breath: "President, how should we respond?"
"Pragmatically speaking, the religious group has little chance in Sakai City."
At this time, Matsudaira Yoshio's tone remained calm, almost like a purely objective analyst: "The foundation of the cult has been scattered, leaving a void. Others have no reason to hold back. As for me, I will do it. "
"..."
"As far as Goto Yoshi is concerned, there are still some variables. Because even if it is a vicious dog, before chewing meat and bones, it must obey its master and gnash its teeth... maybe it will get a kick?"
"Well?"
While Okuhira Sanyi was stunned, the speed of the car he was riding in slowed down. The convoy pulled out by Goto Yoshi had already got off the high-speed magnetic track one after another, entered the passenger terminal of Pingmao Market, and then stopped.
Unable to communicate with Matsudaira Yoshio anymore, Okudaira Yoshizo hurriedly hung up the phone, took another breath, opened the door and got out of the car.
The car was parked on the shore of the lake.
It's cloudy today, but the sunlight cast through the gaps in the sky still has a heating and dazzling effect. In such an environment, Okudaira Yoshizo felt very uncomfortable.
Before him, Goto Yi had already got out of the car in front and looked at the berth of high-end yachts on the pier. There were people coming and going on the pier, which was quite lively, but the density of people there still increased by two or three levels.
The yacht berth has become a typical confrontation scene.
On the shore, there was a group of people gathered, all of them strong and strong, wearing straight black suits. There were also a few people in standard combat uniforms interspersed among them, but they didn't look like kind people.
There are drones buzzing in the sky; on the lake near the shore, there are three or five speedboats roaring back and forth.
There was a three-party attack by sea, land and air, and the center of focus was the yacht on the shore.
As for the yacht, near the shore, more than a dozen strong sailors stood in a row, with their backs leaning against the nearly ten-meter-high hull, and their momentum was not inferior.
This scene seems to be rounding up a criminal, but it seems to make sense to reverse the position.
Of course Okudaira Yoshizo knew the details of both parties.
Needless to say about the group of people on the shore, some important figures in the "Heavenly People" still have many opportunities to show their faces in the Pingmao Market and even in the city. As for the yacht stuck on the berth, it was from his hands two weeks ago. It was resold to the name of the Blood Flame Cult in exchange for a batch of working capital.
Even the name on the side paint has not changed yet.
Goto Yi's eyelids were twitching, half-covering his protruding eyes, and he sighed: "People nowadays are no better than they were back then. They have to hit their heads and bleed before they admit their guilt."
Okudaira Yoshizo wanted to tell him that if people in this world are just like flesh and bones, then what is the meaning of the existence of "Heavenly People"?
Come to think of it, Goto Yoshi understands this truth better than anyone else, so this guy just expressed his feelings and waited for someone by the way.
"Goto Gi?"
A somewhat harsh tone sounded from the side of the parking space. A black-faced man wearing a standard combat uniform strode over. Compared with the socially violent people in the confrontation area in the distance, he had the same sturdy build and the same combat uniform. When worn on this man, he looked quite formal, but I don’t know where it came from.
Goto Yi was not annoyed by the rude address, and the smile on his thin face actually became clearer:
"Captain Jimmy?"
The black-faced man slurred toward the confrontation area: "Did you do this? When I flew back, I thought it was time to start a war, but it turned out to be this scene... The police, SCA and even the Sakagawa branch can come, so why do you let it go? Are these random guys coming here?"
"No, no, we need to observe first."
Facing this rather arrogant operations captain, Goto Yi remained unhurried, just grinning: "My mission is to observe, and observation requires different scenes and conditions. If both sides are law-abiding and good people, , everything is done according to the rules, what’s the point?”
"Oh, that's a good reason."
Captain Jimmy saw that Goto Yi deliberately went in the direction of intensifying the situation. This was in line with expectations, but he still made detailed corrections. He directly stretched out his hand, put his arm around Goto Yoshi's shoulders discreetly, and pushed the "observer" forward:
"What you need is to get closer."
Goto Yi did not resist, but just twitched the corner of his mouth: "Yes, if it escalates, you will need to take action."
"Believe me, I can't wait."
A vicious dog that hasn't eaten enough, a sharp knife that can't wait...
In the eyes of Okudaira Yoshizo, Goto Yoshi and Captain Jimmy have corresponding roles, and the relationship between them is relatively subtle. There are differences in levels and functionality, but fundamentally they are tools and there is no essential difference.
Of course, even when using tools, hand-eye coordination is necessary, and they still need to communicate with each other.
Goto Yi asked again: "Although it may not be used, in terms of evidence..."
"I'll ask Ticheng to cooperate. You can also confront them directly."
"So obedient?"
"Man perishes for money, and birds perish for food... We are the best at this. How about rehearsing it now?"
“It’s good to communicate upfront.”
At this time, Goto Yoshi's men had brought "veteran", Ezuka and other key figures in the so-called evidence chain. He took the lead and a group of about ten people walked along the wooden walkway by the lake to the scene of the confrontation. go.
Captain Jimmy kept his word and made a call while walking: "How are the preparations going? Let Cadman answer the phone..."
It is said that the substitution speed there was a bit slow, and Team Jimmy did not speak for a long time.
Okudaira Yongzo finally felt something strange and turned around to look, only to find that Captain Jimmy's dark face was stern, and his eyes turned back from the blank state of remote communication and condensed into one point.
At its focal point, on the shore of the lake they were about to pass, sitting on a thick metal post that was part of the railing, was a person sitting.
That person didn't have many memorable characteristics. If I were to put it into words, he probably had a particularly leisurely body language. He was wearing casual clothes, his legs were spread naturally, his head was raised to the sky, and his mouth was constantly opening and closing. At first glance, he looked like he was talking to himself nervously.
Of course, this may also be chatting with people through the built-in communication tools.
This is a very real-life scene, placed in a passenger terminal where people come and go, and there is nothing out of the ordinary. But now, there was a tense confrontation in front of the yacht not far away. Less than thirty meters away, this gentleman's behavior seemed a little out of place.
Needless to say, Captain Jimmy's reaction was that the first time he saw this person, Okudaira Yoshizo couldn't lift his feet.
Next to him, Goto Yoshi slowed down even earlier than him. The dim yellow eyes shifted significantly in their sockets, and with that dry head, they completed 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 parking places were too close together...
Due to the close distance, they could clearly hear the person's "solomon":
"Mother's Day...yes, sister, you are so smart, I will definitely not get involved.
"You're smart and I'm not stupid either. We've never been into this kind of foreign tact. Someone probably let the news slip. You should come here and ask the question.
"Oh, you finally enjoyed a few days of peace and quiet, so you can go into seclusion. When you come out of seclusion, you will kill everyone and become famous all over the world.
"Weird? What's so weird? I always talk like this... Don't worry, my status here is different from the past. Naturally, I have people waiting on me, and I feel more comfortable than at home.
"Yes, I will not get carried away and deliberately cause trouble for my family. If it is your turn to deal with the matter, the world will be almost one step away from destruction...
"Haha, it's a joke, it's just a joke!"
The man chatted and laughed at a normal speed, but Gotogi and his group unconsciously slowed down their steps. In the end, they were still unable to maintain a natural posture, and they all stopped one after another and stood at a distance. The man was about seven or eight steps away, staring over there.
After about twenty seconds of this, the man finally ended the chat and hung up the communication with a smile. At this time, he seemed to finally notice the abnormal attention here. He turned his cheek slightly, and also focused his gaze on this person, making a face-to-face meeting with him.
Okudaira Yongzo recognized who it was a long time ago, and subconsciously wanted to say hello, but for some reason, the words couldn't come out of his mouth.
It was almost noon, and due to the thick layer of fish-scale clouds in the sky, even if the sun penetrated through, it was not too hot, especially the slightly humid air on the lake, which was driven by the air pressure difference between the water and the land. , it feels very comfortable.
But at this moment, the breeze blowing on their faces clearly turned into an invisible thick curtain, maybe even soaked with water, drifting over, hitting their faces fiercely, sealing their mouths, noses and even The five senses and seven orifices, and even every pore, were isolated from the inside and outside. For a moment, there was a faint feeling that was close to suffocation, spreading from the brain and heart.
For a moment, the group's breathing was interrupted through the mouth and nose. As for the rest... nothing happened afterward. Only the breeze blowing on the face, carrying the water vapor from Beishan Lake, neutralized the heat of the noon sun, making it fresh and pleasant.
At this time, the "veteran" who was held hostage in the crowd finally saw the man on the lake shore clearly. For a moment, he couldn't believe it. Then the man turned his eyes again, smiled slightly, and said hello.
"Master Shou."
The emotions of hesitation and surprise were pushing back and forth in the "veteran"'s heart, and he blurted out: "Mo...Mr. Mo!"
The man laughed again: "Those things I want, I hope they won't delay my work time."
"In the factory, they are still working."
The veteran knows that the current atmosphere is delicate and tense, like a pile of gunpowder that is constantly being compacted and may explode at any time. But the pungent temperament honed over decades in the wilderness also showed up at this time: "We don't have any frivolous things. They are all hammered out with hammer after hammer. They must be real."
"That's good, I'm counting on it."
He chatted with the "veteran" as if no one else was around. Under the gaze of many people, Mr. Mo's eyes turned to Jiang Zhong in the crowd. He paused for a few seconds before lowering his head again and beating his thigh, as if to say something. Eliminate invisible fatigue.
At this time, there suddenly was some commotion at the confrontation site not far away. The dense group of socially violent people over there suddenly opened a gap, and someone seemed to come out.
But in the end, all that passed through the crowd was an empty electric wheelchair. Judging from the approaching noise, it seems that the motor of the wheelchair is not working yet. God knows where it is driven.
Along the way, the menacing "Heavenly People" members looked at this thing passing by like idiots, but not one of them reached out to stop it.
A few seconds later, the electric wheelchair, which had lost half of its functions, parked obediently next to Mr. Mo. The latter slowly stood up, moved up slowly, adjusted his sitting posture, and then exhaled a long breath. His eyes moved to Goto Yi's face and met his dim pupils.
Gotogi's eyeballs were bulging more obviously. The pupils were motionless, but there were layers of dark light that intertwined deeper.
Mr. Mo blinked and praised: "Your eyes are pretty good... they feel better than mine."
The words were like meeting an acquaintance on the road and asking him where he bought the top-notch goods and how much they cost.
Also while he was talking, a monocle appeared out of thin air in front of Mr. Mo's left eye, floating directly in front of the eye socket, reflecting the skylight and covering up half of the pupil's color.
