Late night, Tokyo, Koto Ward, Sumiyoshi Town.
It's a cloudy day tonight, with dark clouds and no moonlight. It's chilly. It's a good weather for murder and arson.
In Japan, the independent towns outside the city are similar to villages and towns, while the towns in the city are basically equivalent to streets.
Sumiyoshi Town is not only the birthplace of the Sumiyoshi Kai, one of the three major societies in Japan, but also the location of its lair.
The predecessor of the Sumiyoshi Kai was called the Sumiyoshi Family. To put it bluntly, it was a gangster group developed with neighbors as its backbone.
After the war, Japan's people's livelihood was in dire straits and they fell into despair for a time, which instead led to the popularity of the gambling industry. The Sumiyoshi Kai started its business through gambling.
The Sumiyoshi Kai is considered a classic gangster, doing things in a very traditional way. Even though it has changed from gun to gun, its headquarters is still located in Sumiyoshi Town.
Most of the top leaders in the gang are the same old gangsters who started their business, and they still rely on black casinos as their core to make a living.
As the saying goes, the starting point determines the upper limit. It also makes sense why the three-member group later became the number one gang in Japan and even the largest gang in Asia.
While the Sumiyoshi Society is conservative, the Yamaguchi-gumi is far-sighted. Not only is it actively exploring new financial sources, but it has also begun to try to transform and seek to lay out the White Road industry.
At this moment, Du Weiguo was squatting on the edge of the rooftop of a residential building like an owl at night, looking down at a large three-entry Japanese-style courtyard not far away with sharp eyes.
This is the home of the Sumiyoshi-kai. It is not only the place where business is usually discussed, but also the residence of the successive chief ministers (leaders).
Du Weiguo wore a dark half-mask on his face and a baseball cap with the brim pulled low, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
Tonight, his role was that of an assassin, and his target was the current president of the Sumiyoshi Association, the fifth generation head, Masao Hori.
Du Weiguo knew about him. He had accidentally mentioned this guy when chatting with Nanako before.
It is said that he is a rare tycoon who is quite capable. He not only reorganized the disbanded Sumiyoshi Association, but also made the organization prosperous.
Recently, through some unknown method, Hori Masao managed to curry favor with a very influential political boss, and he suddenly became a tiger with wings.
By chance, Inagawa, who happened to be in the same city, was devastated. With such a God-given opportunity, Hori Masao's ambitions instantly expanded.
He wants to unify Tokyo, and even the entire Kanto underworld, and it is said that he is currently planning to vigorously develop a pachinko gambling machine originating from Nagoya.
Du Weiguo knew this thing very well. He was clearly the "Pachinko" who became popular in the streets and alleys of Japan in later generations.
The annual net profit reaches hundreds of billions of dollars, accounting for 6% of Japan's GDP, which is even more powerful than the automobile industry.
Du Weiguo didn't know whether Hori Masao's ambition had been realized according to the original historical trajectory.
But now that he has met him, the history of the Sumiyoshi Society will be decided by him. There is no reason why he should not take a share of this overwhelming wealth.
Deciding to kill Masao Hori, Du Weiguo had other selfish motives besides cutting off the "Pachinko" business.
Tokyo is the essence of the entire Japanese island country. The Tokyo metropolitan area includes Tokyo City, Kanagawa Prefecture, Chiba Prefecture, and Saitama Prefecture.
The total population of these three counties is as high as 30 million, and it is also the most economically developed place in Japan.
If the Sumiyoshi Society based in Tokyo is too strong, it will inevitably affect Du Weiguo's interests in Japan.
What's more, gambling is no less harmful than drugs. It can break bones and suck marrow in Japan. How could Du Weiguo miss this opportunity? He would be willing to do it even if he didn't make money.
In the backyard, in the north wing of the main room, this is Hori Masao's living room.
Masao Hori is only 39 years old this year. He is in the prime of life. He stayed up until this time and was still in high spirits.
At this moment, he was kneeling and expressionless in the middle of the living room, listening to the reports from the leaders below him.
Among them, a cold and solemn old man with gray hair expressed his views in a solemn tone:
"Commander, I think it is not wise to start a war with the Inagawa Association now. If we fight with the Inagawa Association in Tokyo, both sides will suffer.
Not only will it cause dissatisfaction and targeting from the Metropolitan Police Department, but it may also be taken advantage of by those cunning Kansai guys and reap the benefits. "
"Well, what Captain Nagase said makes sense."
The old man's opinion was mature and pertinent. Hori Masao nodded slightly, his voice was rich and full of the majesty of a superior.
Then he turned to a young man on his right: "Oshima, hasn't Kamesaburo come back yet?"
The person called Oshima was a tough-looking young man. When the boss called his name, he immediately bowed and nodded, and replied concisely:
"Hai, Commander, Team Leader Kamesaburo hasn't come back yet. Would you like me to take people to Kabukicho now?"
Oshima is a native of Sumiyoshi Town. He knows his roots well. He has served as a soldier before and is very skilled. The key is that he speaks and behaves very capable, knows how to advance and retreat, and understands the rules.
Masao Hori appreciated him particularly, and after thinking for a moment, he waved his hand:
"No need, the Inagawa Club's resident in Kabukicho is Ishii Takahiro. He is not a fool. He will definitely not dare to take action. If he can't fight, it is probably Kamesaburo who has gained the upper hand and is showing off his power."
Masao Hori rubbed the stubble on his chin, looking like he had no plans left, and Oshima was convinced:
"Hai, the commander-in-chief is wise and understands people's hearts."
The flattery was just right, and an imperceptible glint flashed in Hori Masao's eyes:
"By the way, Oshima, have you found out the cause of tonight's conflict?"
"Hai!"
Oshima immediately replied without thinking: "Chief, the cause has been found."
He only replied that he had found it, but he did not directly tell the reason. He was obviously waiting for Horimasanoga to give orders.
This sense of appropriate proportion made Hori Masao feel more and more satisfied, and he couldn't help but smile:
"Say it."
Oshima nodded and said solemnly:
"Hai, this morning, Master Kyoichiro's new sports car was stolen in Kubo Town. In the evening, the car appeared at the Secret Bar, and the master took some playmates with him~"
"boom!"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a loud noise. Hori Masao hammered the floor heavily, his face turned livid, and he yelled:
"Baga Yalu! This traitor is the one who caused trouble again. I will beat him to death with my own hands later! So, Odao, who is the one who stole the car?"
Moody and moody, the next moment he is pleasant and cheerful, the next moment he is clouded, and the characteristics of a superior person are fully revealed.
Hori Masao was like an angry lion, with fierce gleams in his eyes, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour. Everyone was silent and did not dare to express their anger.
Oshima lowered his head and said in a shy tone:
"I'm very sorry, Chief. It's my incompetence. The person who stole the car has not been found yet. I only know that he is a handsome and wealthy young man."
Hori Masao frowned: "What's going on? Please tell me in detail."
Oshima answered fluently:
"The man who stole the car appeared at Ginza Mitsukoshi Department Store in the morning. His name is unknown. According to the salesperson, he is handsome, speaks English, and spends a lot of money."
At this moment, the white-haired old man was thoughtful and suddenly added:
"Chief, could it be Kadoda Reizo from the Inagawa Club? That libertine was born into a wealthy family and did ridiculous things. He had been to Citibank before and had a good child."
Hori Masao waved his hand in denial without hesitation:
"Impossible. Although he is flamboyant, he is not crazy? He really stole a car and parked it in front of his own bar."
Masao Hori's tone was sharp:
"This matter must be caused by someone trying to stir up trouble between us and Inagawa. Oshima, you must dig out this piece of shit~"
"Wow~"
A soft sound interrupted him, and the door of the waiting room was suddenly opened.
Under everyone's astonished eyes, Du Weiguo walked in grandly, holding his pocket and wearing shoes.
Originally he wanted to assassinate silently, but these guys kept chattering endlessly. Du Weiguo was really impatient with waiting, so he had to change to a violent attack.
Everyone was stunned when they saw Du Weiguo.
You know, although the Sumiyoshi-kai's lair is not as perverted as the one guarded by Kazuo Taoka's seaside villa, there are three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry.
But it can be considered to be heavily guarded. There are usually dozens of good men on guard at night, and there are guns in their hands. It is definitely not a place where you can walk into the reception room silently.
The white-haired old man with a beard on his lower head reacted the fastest. He suddenly stood up, pointed at Du Weiguo and shouted loudly:
"Baga! Who are you? How did you get in?"
This guy's voice was so loud that it sounded like a bell. Du Weiguo plucked his ears:
"What are you shouting for? I am the car thief you are looking for. I just opened the door and walked in. Are you blind?"
The bearded man was furious and reached out to take out the knife from his crotch: "Asshole, I~"
"Noguchi, stop!"
Hori Masao straightened up and shouted, stopped the movement of his beard, and stared at Du Weiguo coldly:
"Who are you, Your Excellency? What's the point of visiting me late at night?"
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows: "Kill you."
Hori Masao's pupils suddenly shrank: "Nani? You~~"
"call out!"
Du Weiguo didn't say much and just took action. Hori Masao's voice was instantly drowned out by the soul-stirring roar.
The Evil God Shuttle was incredibly fast and there was no way to hide. Hori Masao was unable to react at all. He could only let the center of his eyebrows be pierced by the meteor, bringing out a beautiful bloody flower.
As long as they are within the attack range, in Du Weiguo's eyes, ordinary people are really no different from ants, taking life and death, and no matter how hard they try, it will be in vain.
A generation of heroes who could have continued to dominate for decades, the Sumiyoshi Association's strongest leader, Hori Masao.
He was killed in such a confused way, he died before his ambition was fulfilled, he didn't even say a complete sentence, he didn't even know who killed him, and his death was unclear.
"Baga~"
Everyone was shocked and stood up one after another, pulling out their guns and swords in an attempt to resist, but there was no way their movements could be faster than the Evil God Shuttle.
The violent roar sounded again, and in an instant, a transparent hole appeared between the eyebrows of everyone present, and the smell of blood filled the air, making people want to vomit.
This is a gang-killing murder caused by a car. If Masao Hori could be reborn, would he strangle his precious son to death in advance?
The only living creature in the audience was Oshima, who was kneeling in his original position and did not move at all.
He took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and suppressed the pungent blood. Du Weiguo glanced at Da Dao with a half-smile:
"what is it call?"
"Da, Da Dao keeps his integrity."
His voice was trembling. In fact, Oshima Mamoru's whole body was shaking crazily and sweating profusely.
Facing a peerless killer like Du Weiguo, no one could remain calm. Oshima Mamoru could say a complete sentence without peeing his pants on the spot, so he was considered a rare tough guy.
Exhaling the smoke, Du Weiguo said in an indifferent tone: "What is your status in the Sumiyoshi Association?"
Oshima Mamoru's eyes wandered wildly, and his voice was dry: "Okay, leader of Action Team 3."
Du Weiguo was a little disappointed and frowned impatiently. Oshima Mamoru quickly glanced at his face, and his expression suddenly became serious.
He was a smart man and knew that his life and death were at stake at this moment, so he immediately explained in a trembling voice:
"I, our Sumiyoshi-kai headquarters has only 4 action teams in total, and I am one of them."
Glancing at the beards on the ground and several other corpses, Oshima added:
"It should be the only one left now."
This guy was full of eyes and had a strong desire to survive. Du Weiguo sneered:
"Want to live?"
Oshima Mamoru hurriedly knelt on the ground and said in a humble tone: "Yes, please have mercy on me. I am willing to be your lackey."
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, smacked his lips after thinking for a moment: "Tsk, after these people die, can you become the boss of the Sumiyoshi Club?"
Odao suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief, and he was speechless. Du Weiguo frowned and emphasized:
"Huh? Can't do it?"
Oshima Mamoru suddenly came to his senses: "No, no, I, I can do it, Your Excellency, I, I promise, I can, it can be done."
Du Weiguo looked at him with burning eyes: "Really?"
Oshima Mamoru's mind was spinning rapidly, and he replied tremblingly: "Yes, Your Excellency, I promise."
Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally, and suddenly the conversation changed: "Do you know Brother Paiqing?"
Oshima Mamoru was dumbfounded: "Huh?"
At 2 o'clock in the morning, it started to rain lightly in Tokyo, at the Chunshanso Hotel in the west of the city.
Chunsan Villa has a long history and a quiet environment. It is regarded as the most high-end garden-style hotel in Tokyo. 1211 is an executive suite, and the conditions are even better. It can be called an emperor-level enjoyment.
However, Tsukamoto Akatora on the sofa was restless. The ashtray in front of him was almost full. He was clutching the shuttle and shaking his legs constantly, like an ant on a hot pot.
"Chihu, be careful."
Kazuo Taoka sat opposite him, his expression relatively calm, but the corners of his brows and eyes were full of uneasiness, trying to pretend to be calm.
Hearing his words, Tsukamoto Chihu reluctantly stopped shaking his legs and asked in a hoarse voice:
"President, why do you think Mr. Wesley suddenly came to Tokyo? And he suddenly asked Inagawa to send a message to me to meet?"
"Huh~"
Kazuo Taoka sighed softly and shook his head with a sad look:
"I wouldn't have guessed that Mr. Wesley is the number one person in the dark world. His level is too high to guess."
Tsukamoto Akatora lowered his voice and asked tentatively:
"President, my husband once left the Japanese mainland from Kobe Port, but he did not go through us. Instead, he asked Liantian to entrust him with a personal relationship. Could it be that he is dissatisfied with us?"
Kazuo Taoka rolled his eyes at him and scolded him angrily:
"Idiot, Mr. Wesley is doing this precisely to protect us. His enemies are the CIA and Citigroup Garrison.
He can easily crush us to death. Mr. deliberately avoids us because he doesn’t want us to be manipulated. Do you understand? "
Tsukamoto Chitora scratched his hair angrily:
"Is it possible that Mr. is dissatisfied with the business we cooperated with and has plans to replace him? Otherwise, why did he ask people from the Daochuan Association to come to me? And gave me this token?"
"Asshole, don't make random assumptions!"
Taoka Kazuo glanced at Tsukamoto Akatora's hand, and although he reprimanded him without hesitation, his face was gloomy and his heart was heavy.
In fact, this is also his guess. Although the three-member group has strong troops and the largest stall, due to geographical reasons, among the richest generation in Tokyo, their power is the weakest.
As for Daochuan Hui, who started out by relying on the Fengyue Leather and Meat business, although it has been in a weak position recently, it has an inherent advantage, and it is currently leaderless, so it is best to control it.
The feat of the Evil God Kingdom swallowing up the Triangle and then sweeping across Hong Kong Island's underworld has already spread to Japan.
If he wants to build his own power in Japan, then the current Daochuan Society is really the best choice.
But if the flour business is cut off, it will be a disaster for the current group of three. The capital chain will suddenly break and the whole group will collapse!
Just when the two of them were feeling uneasy, the glass door of the landscape balcony was suddenly opened from the outside, and Du Weiguo walked in slowly, with a teasing tone:
"Chihu, are you speaking ill of me behind my back? President Tagoka, are you here too?"
Du Weiguo's elusive appearance made the two of them frightened, but it was more of a fluke. Fortunately, they didn't say anything bad about him.
Tsukamoto Chihu quickly stood up and bowed in fear: "Sir, you are here. I, I don't dare to say bad things about you."
"Mr. Wesley."
Kazuo Taoka also stood up and saluted. Before, he could talk to Du Weiguo equally, but today, he can no longer and does not dare to.
Du Weiguo was not polite. He sat down on the sofa and waved to them like a master, with a lazy tone:
"We are all our own people. Let's not go through all these red tapes. Come, sit down and chat."
"Haha, Mr. Wesley is really bold~"
Kazuo and Taoka smiled dryly at each other, and sat down awkwardly. Du Weiguo picked up the Seven Star cigarettes on the table, lit one, and said casually:
"Masao Hori of the Sumiyoshi Society was just killed by me."
"Nani?"
As soon as they heard this, the two people stood up without even sitting on their buttocks. Akator Tsukamoto blurted out subconsciously, forgetting even the honorific.
Kazuo Taoka was slightly stronger, but his voice was trembling: "Sir, you said that the president of the Sumiyoshi Association, Masao Hori, was just raped by you~"
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, nodded indifferently, and said in a loud voice:
"Well, in addition to Hori Masao, there are also his son Kyouichiro, operations team leader Kamesaburo, Noguchida, and several other backbones of the Sumiyoshi Club."
Damn it, Kazuo Taoka and Akatora Tsukamoto broke out in cold sweat instantly, their eyes were straight. This is equivalent to killing Sumiyoshi Kai.
Tsukamoto Chihu was running out of ideas and stammered: "Sir, why are you doing this?"
Du Weiguo pondered slightly:
"Oh, I heard that this old boy Hori Masao is quite capable. I was worried that he would affect my business. Today, his son happened to offend me again, so I killed him."
Tsukamoto Akatora was dumbfounded: "Well, what about the Inagawa Society~"
Du Weiguo replied nonchalantly:
"Oh, when Kyoichiro messed with me, I happened to be drinking at the Secret Realm Bar. I met people from the Inagawa Club, so I asked them to help find you."
At this moment, Taoka Kazuo had recovered from the initial shock and bravely asked:
"Sir, what are your orders when you come to us today?"
"Sit down, sit down and talk."
After the two of them sat down timidly, Du Weiguo flicked the ashes from his cigarette and stretched out two fingers:
"First, Sumiyoshi will never touch the flour business again. The gap in Tokyo needs to be filled by your Yamaguchi group as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, the two of them were immediately ecstatic. Du Weiguo exhaled smoke and said in a faint tone:
"Second, I will cooperate with the Sumiyoshi Association on pachinko projects throughout Japan in the future. You, the Yamaguchi-gumi, are not allowed to interfere or hinder it."
"Uh~"
The expressions of the two of them suddenly changed, as if they were mourning for their heirs. Kazuo Taoka's eyes flashed, and he secretly shouted, "Good guys," the two strongest gangs of Japan's three major gangs were captured at the same time, and one of them was in decline.
Could it be that the Evil God wants to unify the Japanese underworld? (End of chapter)
