The information on that case was sealed for twelve years.
Japanese Whiskey's status is not high, but due to his position he has access to the database. Although he cannot see the specific content of the data, he can view the call records.
If there are recent call records related to it, it means there may be something wrong with Amuro Toru's identity.
Unexpectedly, the Shiyuan Group intervened and turned the old case into a major hot case. People from all sides were trying to grab the information.
This makes Rum's temptation of Amuro Tohru meaningless.
[Continue to lurk. ———R]
[receive. ———JW]
Don't worry, there will be next time, next time...
If Toru Amuro has no problem, these tests are harmless. If there is a problem...
Rum opened his remaining eye, rolled up the newspaper and stuffed it into the trash can.
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Japan, Tokyo, Q area.
Q District is the most prosperous area in Tokyo. Especially where Qian Mu Liangchen was now, a billboard fell down, and nine out of ten people it hit were powerful and important people.
Qian Muliang has been waiting for this day for a long time.
He raised his head and stared at the beautiful garden and magnificent villa. He thought about how many people's flesh and blood they were made of, and then found that such thinking was meaningless.
Meaningless.
He knocked on the door.
"The Japanese Metropolitan Police is visiting." Qian Muliang said to the camera on the carved door.
He was left hanging for half an hour, and the host, who was so imposing, finally seemed to realize how difficult the visitor was.
A man who looked like a butler appeared condescendingly, speaking in an arrogant tone through the door:
"Our master has contacted the police and has not received——"
Qian Muliang fired, and the man fell with an ugly look of superiority on his face.
The door controlled by a high-end electronic lock opens quietly.
The more you rely on high-tech products, the more unreliable they become. The winery has already taken over the monitoring, electronic management systems, and even external information channels of this area.
Qian Muliang opened the door and stepped over the body on the ground.
"Looking forward to your performance ~ Barolo."
Also coming with him was Belmode. The Witch with a Thousand Faces smiled brightly, pressed her left index finger on her plump red lips, and gave Barolo a wink.
But with his right hand, he turned on the camera hanging on his chest.
"The winery will not be disappointed." Qian Muliang responded.
This is physical work.
Use a gun, use a knife, insert the roots of the dried flowers in the vase into the human throat, and glass fragments are also good choices.
Warm blood splashed onto his skin, leaving winding red footprints on the floor as his battle line deepened.
Kill people, silence them.
The achievements gradually accumulated upwards from one, and the rate slowed down when it increased to around 20. The maid who fell to the ground screamed and covered her head under his approach, shivering and shrinking into a ball.
"Don't be nervous, I want to ask some questions."
Qian Muliang squatted in front of the maid, who was crying out of breath and shaking her head wildly.
"Where is your master now?"
"Don't...don't kill me..."
Qian Muliang asked again very patiently: "Where is your master?"
"Second, second floor... hiccup, bedroom..."
"Thanks."
Qian Muliang stood up. The maid's sobs stopped for a moment, but the next second the bullet still penetrated her head.
"You are so cruel, Barolo." Belmod sighed.
"What are you being pretentious about? Isn't this what you want to see?" Qian Muliang shot back.
The two walked up to the second floor, spending several more bullets on the way. Qian Muliang stood in front of the master bedroom door.
"Can I come in?" Qian Muliang knocked on the door politely.
This inappropriate sense of ritual reminded Belmod of another guy. And soon Belmod's association was interrupted. Qian Muliang opened the door lock with one shot.
A shrill scream came from inside the door.
"I'm sorry for coming in such an unexpected way, Mr. Genichiro Anshima." The man covered in blood said politely.
The owner of this villa was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. It could be judged from the smash marks on the window that he had tried to escape by jumping out of the window.
However, this is in vain, every part of this villa is controlled by a specially developed system.
When Genichiro Anshima showed off the doors and windows that could automatically open and close to visitors with a proud look on his face, he did not expect that this would become the shackles for his escape.
"Who are you?" The person on the window turned around. He smelled the smell of human blood, and his scolding was full of sternness and inward remorse.
Genichiro Anshima has a well-proportioned figure, is slightly fat, and has a pampered and oily pores. The arrogance and dignity of a superior person still remained on his face that was pale with fear.
"What do you want? Money, power, beauty... I can give it all to you. This is not a negotiation attitude. You cannot bear the consequences of killing me..."
Until now, poor Mr. Anjima has not figured out the situation. He thought this was the visitor's rough and bad negotiation method.
"Don't talk so full of words." Belmode, who had been acting in the background, suddenly spoke up.
Genichiro Anshima then turned his attention to the woman he had ignored before. His brows furrowed, as if he was thinking hard about something. Soon, his whole face twisted outwards in fear:
"You are his people!! Damn it, I didn't provoke your organization at all!! What do you mean..."
"That's what you think." Belmode shrugged.
"Damn it, no no no... don't kill me... this is different from our previous agreement... don't... the interest groups behind me won't I'll let you go..."
Japan is a country where gangs have been legalized. Behind this "legalization" have spawned many large organizations with deep foundations. They both operate independently and work together to operate together.
Compared with some big local forces that have a long history, the black organization that has spanned half a century can only be regarded as an emerging force.
There is a no-nonsense agreement between the black organization and them.
Genichiro Yasushima was insignificant in his own right, but his death would challenge everyone behind the scenes.
but--
"You have been given up by them." Qian Muliang played with the gun in his hand, "You should have seen the newspaper headlines this morning? How clean do you think your actions can be?"
"No, no, no, this is impossible, this is impossible..." An Dao kept shaking his head, trembling all over, without any trace of calmness.
Only now can Qian Muliangchen understand why some criminals have such a strong desire to talk before taking action.
Because pure killing cannot vent the emotions in the heart at all.
"Twelve years ago, your dogs secretly collected evidence of your crime, evidence that could put you on the injection table. Now, that information is in my hands."
"I once thought about using legal means to make you die in ruins, but after thinking about it, it was more pleasant to do it myself."
"I...I am still useful, I can do things for you..."
"No need," Qianmu Liangchen tilted his head and smiled, like a beast showing its fangs before attacking, "We don't accept trash like you."
"Goodbye, Mr. Genichiro."
Qian Mu Liangchen pulled the trigger.
