6:30 p.m.
A taxi stopped in front of the main entrance of Miyazaki Prince Hotel, and Motoyama Masaharu got out of it.
He was carrying a briefcase containing interview manuscripts and had a professional smirk on his face.
After a busy day, the schedule has been finalized. Tomorrow I will interview the Falcons in Miyazaki, and the day after tomorrow I will go to Okinawa to interview the leading player of the Jaguars...
Can be snobby to three people...can be snobbish to three people!
Go through the lobby and take the elevator to the suite on the 4th floor.
After Masaharu Motoyama took out his room card, opened the door and entered the house, he finally stopped restraining his emotions.
A faint shadow covered his eyebrows, and his expression became particularly twisted and ferocious.
The guy who ruined his career as a baseball pro!
No matter what, we must find a way to give that person...
"Hey, Mr. Motoyama, you are finally back."
Suddenly, a strange voice came from the room.
Motoyama Masaharu woke up and saw a figure sitting on a single sofa.
The man had stubble on his face, wore sunglasses and a hat, and held a pistol in his hand. The black muzzle of the gun was staring at him like an abyss.
After all, he has been a reporter in the world of Ke Xue for many years.
The eyes and ears are stained.
He still has a basic understanding of murder cases, so when faced with a person who can sneak into his hotel suite, the thing in his hand cannot be regarded as a toy no matter what.
"You...what do you want to do..."
From viciousness to panic to despair, Motoyama Masaharu's mood changed in just a few seconds. His heart slowly sank, as if falling into an ice cave.
"Look at this first."
Vodka picked up the file bag on the coffee table and threw it forward.
"..."
Motoyama Masaharu thought he was dead. When a revolving door flashed before his eyes, he almost recalled all the people he had offended when he wore crotchless pants. However, the other party did not shoot immediately, but he was in a daze for a moment.
It wasn't until Vodka urged him again impatiently that he slowly bent down and picked up the file bag.
【Can be snobbish three】
As you can see, a very simple and clear name is written carelessly on the cover.
Motoyama Masaharu's breathing suddenly became a little rapid. He hurriedly took out the paper from the bag. After just reading one page, his hands couldn't help but started to tremble:
"You...who are you? How do you know this?"
"Humph, of course that's because..."
Vodka's pride had just begun, and before he could show off his power like he did in the 'Itakura Taku Incident', he was directly interrupted by an electronic synthesized voice:
"Some things, the more you know, the faster you die."
Apart from this sound, Motoyama Masaharu only heard the sound of the door opening and closing.
He instinctively wanted to turn around, but before he could make a move, the next second, a cold and strong hand pressed hard on his head.
At the same time, the electronic synthesized voice sounded in my ears again, "There should be a limit to stupidity. Do you really want to die that much?"
"No no no no……"
Motoyama Shoji was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and quickly explained: "I just want to know, what are you planning to do by showing me this?"
What is contained in the file bag is content that can snobbishly take advantage of his position to engage in blackball and match-fixing.
Although Motoyama Masaharu relied on his many years of experience as a reporter to judge and couldn't find any logical loopholes, but... there was only testimony and no evidence.
Submit this document to the Baseball Association. Even if what is written on it is true, it will not have any impact on Noh Snob San.
Moreover, for the devil who ended his career, Motoyama Masaharu wanted more than just destroying the opponent's reputation.
After earning more money than I can spend in a lifetime, what will happen if I get exposed?
To put it bluntly, even if that bastard goes to jail, as long as he has money, there will be a lot of lawyers to defend him. He can't let him go so easily, right... the only way is to die, only to let the snobbish three die, can I Will be willing!
Motoyama Masaharu thought, and his panic gradually calmed down.
These two people did not kill themselves, but came up with dirty information that could snobbish others. Perhaps they were also people who were tricked by that beast. As long as they have a common enemy, they can cooperate...
The more he thought about it, the more likely he felt that this was a possibility, and he quickly asked, "You also want to deal with Snobbish San, I... I can help!"
"How can I help? Kill him?"
Ye Gengyi casually pushed him in front of Vodka, while he continued to hide in the shadows from the entrance to the corridor.
After hearing this, Motoyama Masaharu, who had already made some guesses, showed an ecstatic smile on his face.
"Yes...yes! Yes, I just want to kill him!"
"Um?"
Ye Gengyi asked in a synthetic voice without any emotion: "How to kill?"
"Uh...this..."
Motoyama Masaharu's ability to withstand pressure ultimately failed to last long when faced with the muzzle of a gun and the unknown man behind him.
Coincidentally, after recognizing the snobbish face of Neng San, this senior reporter did feel depressed for a while, and the motivation that really made him cheer up came from an inspired murder plan.
During the interview in Okinawa the day after tomorrow, Masaharu Motoyama is planning to take advantage of the time difference to carry out a murderous journey across space!
So, after listening to his story, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little quiet.
The expression under the vodka disguise became a little weird.
Before coming, Ye Geng took advantage of his meal break to pass the murder plan he wrote to a certain Hanhan.
Vodka naturally read it again, and was cursing in his heart:
...Except for some steps that I couldn't understand anyway and was too lazy to think about, the plan drawn up by Motoyama Masaharu to kill Noh Snobby San was too similar to Icewine's plan...
Of course, Icewine's solution must be more verbose, and there are too many details that make it a headache.
If I really want to compare, this guy Motoyama Masaharu is quite suitable to my taste...
Thinking of this, Vodka decisively gave up the supplementary explanation of the plan revision and went directly to the inducement after coercion:
"Do you want to replace the patron saint of the Jaguars and be the next 'Snobbish Three'?"
"What?"
Motoyama Masaharu was a little too distracted to hear clearly, "Replacing... the guy who replaced Nengshi?"
"Just to do what he is doing for us now. I didn't plan to tell you so much. I didn't expect you to be quite sensible, huh..."
Vodka sneered and said seductively: "After you kill him, instead of living in fear, you might as well come over to our side. Then you can have everything that the snobbish three can have."
When Masaharu Motoyama heard this, the emotions burst out from deep in his heart.
There is a struggle, but it is not intense.
Because he can be snobbish, he will definitely kill him...
If it were a few years ago, Motoyama Masaharu might have been struggling more emotionally. But after being a reporter for so many years and being exposed to so much darkness, it was really hard for him to become brighter in his heart.
And although the sudden appearance of these two mysterious people gave me a sense of danger, maybe this was also a turning point...
