"How does it feel to have successful revenge, Barolo?" Belmode asked with concern.
The sinking foehn wind surged with heat waves, and behind the two of them, flames licked the sky with revelry, while the villa that had become a slaughterhouse was still standing amid the burning, and it seemed that it would always stand.
"Excellent." Qian Muliang replied perfunctorily.
He didn't care how much of the Thousand Faced Witch's concerns were routine. In fact, there was only one thought filling his mind right now.
That's it.
That's it.
He collapsed on the ground, incontinent, like a squirming mass of putrid meat, mumbling incomprehensible words for mercy.
The killing was effortless, more like killing an animal. In the face of death, Qian Muliangchen could not find any human characteristics in An Dao.
The person who killed his parents twelve years ago, destroyed everything about him, and even made it difficult for him to escape his murderous hands was just this kind of person.
Qian Mu Liangchen is not an orphan.
His parents were both Japanese police officers, and both died while investigating human trafficking twelve years ago.
He was taken away by that organization and placed in front of buyers like goods for them to choose from. If he had not met Kawakami Tsumugi at that time, it is difficult to say whether he is alive and where he is now.
Not long after, the Japanese police cracked down on the gang and he was rescued. Because his parents' identities were kept secret, he was adopted as an orphan. Only a few senior police officials know this.
Unless one chooses to die, time will not stop for anyone’s pain.
When he grew up, Qian Muyangchen was admitted to the police academy with excellent results. For a long time, he had only two goals: to avenge his parents and to find Kei Kawakami who had helped him.
The more he investigates, the more he becomes trapped in the turbulent undercurrent beneath the calm surface of the lake; the deeper he gets, the more he discovers his own powerlessness.
If what he wants to fight is a darkness with unimaginable depth, what can he do?
The winery became the best choice.
He succeeded in killing his enemy, something he could never achieve on the path of light.
Belmode led Barolo through the shadows with ease, and a low-key, nostalgic black Porsche parked in front of the two of them.
Gin rolled down the window in the passenger seat.
The silver-haired man looked at the old and new members of the winery in front of him. When he saw the blood stains on Barolo's body, he frowned and his murderous intent overflowed.
From the bottom of his heart, he refused to let such a dirty thing get into his car.
However, Gin is a very dedicated worker and will not let his likes and dislikes affect his work. He waved his face and motioned for the two of them to get in the car.
"Is the mission completed?" Gin asked, he was asking about Belmode.
"It's done." Belmod fiddled with the camera on his chest, "The movements are smooth and smooth, and every frame is classic."
The task Gin was referring to was video recording.
From the moment he opened the door and shot the butler, Barolo's every move was faithfully recorded on camera. This is Barolo's biggest handle and the best endorsement he has given the organization.
Genichiro Yasushima's becoming the abandoned son is just a tacit understanding in their game. On the surface, if this video is leaked, Barolo will be hunted to death by those people.
"Do you know what your mission is?"
"I know." Barolo replied sternly, "After passing the fourth search section, he broke into the Public Security Zero Group and became the most buried nail."
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"A fire broke out in a villa with aging circuits, and a well-known wealthy man unfortunately died..."
The burned-to-skeleton building occupies the entire television interface. After expressing his deep condolences to the rich man, the host began to analyze the circuit structure and the cause of the accident clearly.
"Ah, I guess it's a winery."
It's not a blind guess. The picture of the burned villa has clearly shown the evidence: the circuit will never burn like that due to aging.
Anyone with some practical experience can see the problem.
Kawakamiji threw the lemon effervescent slices into the instant noodles bowl.
There are no sweet instant noodles on the market, which is really a shame.
When Tsuyoshi Kawakami was in the research group, he developed a sweet instant noodle base out of boredom. He wrote a business plan on this theme and carefully discussed the potential for the organization to boldly innovate and make money in the instant noodle industry. Full of possibilities.
However, the management members of the winery called back Kawakami's plan and said bluntly: "Even the excrement water has more commercial value than the underworld seasoning you made."
Tsk, fans of niche tastes have no say.
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Farther away, there is a slum area in a certain port city.
Nakai Takashi turned off the TV in panic. Through certain information channels, he already knew what kind of vortex he had been involved in.
"It's impossible, it's impossible..."
He muttered nervously and rushed into the bedroom frantically to collect the gold and silver.
In the middle of packing, he suddenly remembered something, picked up the phone, and dialed:
"He's dead, he's dead! Even he's dead... This is impossible, you promised my safety!"
"I did promise your safety." Nakai Takashi was answered by a male-neutral mechanical voice.
"Attack Fukaya Yoko, tell those people the news...I will do everything you say in every step! You must keep your word!"
"Alas..." the mysterious man on the other end of the phone sighed, "Mr. Nakai, are you safe now?"
"I——" Nakai Takashi got stuck.
He is safe now.
His whereabouts had been wiped out, his assets had been transferred abroad, and his fake identity was perfect. There was no way the police could find him.
Tomorrow, when you board a cruise ship leaving Japan, you will be able to fly like a fish and fly high in the sky.
And all of this is the result of the mysterious man.
Nakai Takashi calmed down.
"Sorry, sir, I was too excited."
"Don't do unnecessary things." The mysterious man hung up the phone.
Nakai Takashi took a long breath and found himself breaking into a cold sweat.
It's not that he hasn't thought about the possibility of the mysterious man taking advantage of him, but it's just that the other party is so unfathomable that he has no possibility of resisting.
But now, he hopes that the other party will use him to save his life.
Feeling uncomfortable with the sweat sticking to his body, Nakai Takashi walked into the bathroom.
Yellowed tiles, ceilings covered with mold, and the water heater tank was covered with thick dust. Nakai Takashi frowned in disgust. He had never been in such a dirty environment before.
He turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature and started taking a shower.
Just endure it for one more day, that's enough.
After leaving Japan, you can live a beautiful life again, living in a mansion, driving a luxury car, and having as many beautiful women as clothes. He was thinking in his mind.
Where Nakai Takashi didn't see it, the electronic water temperature indicator on the hot water tank flashed.
The hissing sound of electricity was perfectly masked by the sound of water.
The figure reflected on the glass door fell to the ground. Struggling, the sound sounded like some animal twitching on the ground, and then it returned to silence amidst the sound of water.
On the bedside of the bedroom, black smoke suddenly erupted from Nakai Takashi's cell phone.
