Chapter 818 Sinful Tokyo! (Second Update!)

Lanling.

After answering the phone, Lin Yu leaned on the corridor, letting the hot wind of August blow on him.

On August 4 this year, he had a little one.

For the sake of the little one, let the Japanese go for now.

Just think of it as praying for the two girls.

However, let one go, and do what needs to be done in the future.

I still have to ask about the progress.

I found Luo Ping's number in the address book and dialed it.

As soon as the call was connected, without waiting for the person on the other end to speak, Lin Yu immediately said:

"I have a child!"

The sudden words caught the person on the other end of the phone off guard. The receiver of the phone was silent for a long time before Luo Ping's voice finally came:

"Boy or girl? How is the body? Is it good-looking? If it is good-looking, my boy and girl are a few years older, so we can make a pair."

"Get lost!" Lin Yu interrupted Luo Ping's thoughts at the fastest speed.

After organizing his words, he asked, "How is the arrangement in Japan going?"

There was another silence on the other end of the phone, and in the silence, there was a sound of sparsely flipping through documents.

After a while, Luo Ping's voice came again:

"The first batch of five people sent over are very efficient. Three of them have become high-level members of the cult with their skills and are looking for suitable personnel for training."

"Although the other two did not get into the cult, they also found the right people and are being trained."

"The second batch of people has just arrived. With the help of the first batch of people, they are preparing to get into those cults and then wait for an opportunity to act."

"To be honest, the time you said is too short. I think it is necessary to extend the time a little bit, add another month or two."

"Put everything in place. Whether it is making money or retreating, everyone will be safer..."

Luo Ping's voice became lower and lower, and finally there was no sound.

After going over the other party's suggestion in his mind, Lin Yu smiled and said:

"I have contacted the people in America, and they agreed to postpone the operation time by about two or three months."

"That is when my little girl will have her 100-day banquet."

"In two or three months, we can do more preparations, and then we can make more money."

"If the shipyard is efficient enough, the two 15,000-ton destroyers will be launched in about three months."

"When the time comes, put these two ships in the East China Sea, and even if the Japanese have ideas, they can only hold them back."

"So, you need to notify the people in Japan that the mission time has become longer, don't rush, take your time."

After explaining to Luo Ping, Lin Yu hung up the phone, put on a smile on his face, put his phone in his pocket, and skipped to the ward.

…………

In the hot spring under Mount Fuji, Nicholas was soaking in the hot spring, looking at the blue sky above his head and Mount Fuji in the distance with a comfortable look.

At this time, water splashed around, and an elegant and confident woman, wearing a gauze kimono, slowly stepped into the water.

The woman's gauze kimono was soaked in water, which seemed a little transparent, and it floated gently on the water surface with her movements.

A faint mist was condensed on the surface of the hot spring, shrouding the woman in the hazy mist, like a poem or a painting.

Nicholas stretched out his hand and was about to hold the woman's hand, and was about to have a dry fire, when the door behind him was suddenly opened, and a head poked in from the open door:

"Boss, the boss called!"

Suddenly remembering the words, Nicholas's interest instantly dissipated. He stood up, shook off the water droplets on his body, and whistled at the woman. Nicholas then walked out of the hot spring pool, stretched out his hand, and took the phone from the person leaning against the door.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, found a secluded position in a corner and answered the phone.

A few minutes later, Nicholas threw his phone to the person in front of him and said earnestly:

"The plan has changed, the mission has been postponed, I will return to the Middle East in two days. As for you wanting to play here, I can reimburse you for half a month's expenses, and the rest is up to you."

After that, he walked towards the hot spring pool again and held the hand of the woman who was soaking in the hot spring pool:

"This beautiful lady, I wonder if I have a chance to kiss you?"

The woman covered her lips with her empty right hand and smiled delicately.

…………

Tokyo, Shibuya, outside the Shibuya campus of the University of Tokyo.

Zhu Zhifeng was wearing a black windbreaker, which was not buttoned up, revealing the white shirt inside, with his hands in his pockets, a large pair of sunglasses on his face, and a black hat on his head. He leaned diagonally on the lighted street lamp pole.

His eyes were fixed on a man who walked out of a convenience store not far away.

The man he targeted had hair like a chicken coop. He hadn't washed it for days. His greasy hair had been divided into several strands. With just a few finger movements, he could make a dreadlock.

On his upper body, he wore a shirt that had changed color, and on his lower body, he wore ripped jeans. On his feet, which had changed color, he wore two slippers of different sizes, colors, and styles.

As soon as he walked out of the convenience store, the man walked towards the flower bed next to him with his bag.

He didn't care about the dust on the flower bed. He sat down, took out a lunch box and a can of beer from the bag, and started eating.

Not long after, the lunch box was finished and the can of beer was finished.

Throwing the two pieces of trash into the trash can next to him, the man slowly walked into the darkness with a beer can.

When the man was about to disappear, Zhu Zhifeng stood up straight, then took a step and chased in the direction where the man disappeared.

Behind him was Kitajima Sakura, who was dressed in the same way.

But this girl had an extra can of beer in her hand, and she was drinking beer while chasing.

Under the dim street lights, Zhu Zhifeng suddenly stopped, glanced around vigilantly, and quickly stepped back a few steps to the position where the street lights and darkness intertwined.

At this position, because of the light, it was even more difficult for others to see his clothes and appearance clearly.

Kitajima Sakura, who was chasing behind him, watched his movements and quickly stopped beside him. With a pair of smart eyes, she looked around alertly.

As soon as she looked around, she found something wrong: "Uncle, little bastard, where are you?"

She used Mandarin, which was not very standard, with a strong colonel accent.

When this voice fell into Zhu Zhifeng's ears, it was like scolding him.

But Zhu Zhifeng did not rush to correct the tone of his words, but suddenly turned his head and cast his eyes to the right.

About 50 meters in front of him on the right, it was also the junction of light and darkness.

There were two bushes there, and at the same time, in the shadow of the bushes, there stood a man.

The two looked at each other in the darkness for a long time, and the man who used the bushes to hide his figure walked into the light. It was the man they had just followed.

When the man walked out, Zhu Zhifeng also walked out of the darkness.

One step slower than the man, he appeared next to the street lamp pole.

"Why are you following me? After following me for two days, is a useless person like me still worthy of your attention?"

The man spoke first, his eyes staring at Zhu Zhifeng, and his body was slightly half-crouched when he asked the question.

This posture is easy to exert force. As long as the person on the opposite side says a wrong word, he will pounce forward and smash the beer can in his hand first, blocking the first counterattack of the person on the opposite side, and at the same time disrupting the opponent's position, and then he can attack the opponent crazily.

Watching the movement of his legs, Zhu Zhifeng frowned slightly, and directly pulled Beidao Yingyi back four steps, just stuck at the end of the man's stride forward.

After staring at the man for a few seconds, Zhu Zhifeng took another step back and pulled Beidao Yingyi in front of him: "You come and explain to him."

Listening to Zhu Zhifeng's words, Beidao Yingyi raised the beer can in her hand to her eyes, first showing a smug smile, and then drank the beer in her hand.

The smile on her face became very cynical, just like a bad girl.

Showing this gesture, she pointed at herself first:

"Kitajima Sakura, former senior high school student of Tokyo National International High School! Now she is just a bad yellow-haired girl whose family is broken, her father jumped off the building, her mother jumped into the water, and she is homeless."

After introducing herself, she lifted her hair and pointed her finger at Zhu Zhifeng:

"Little bastard, a young man from the countryside of Hokkaido, came to Tokyo with a dream, ready to fight for a future with my own physical fitness."

"In the end, the money I worked so hard to fight for was donated by others..."

The girl showed a cunning smile on her face, smiling like a fox.

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Then, his eyes locked onto the man opposite him, and he emphasized in a heavier voice:

"Same as Mr. Takahashi Kenji."

"We followed you, Mr. Takahashi Kenji, for a simple purpose, which is to invite you to join us and lead us into the shrine of the Church of the God of Light."

"As for the rest, Mr. Takahashi Kenji doesn't need to worry about it."

"After all, we should be thankful that Mr. Takahashi Kenji can lead the way."

"What does Mr. Takahashi Kenji think?"

Hearing these words, Takahashi Kenji, who was holding a beer, slowly lowered his head and turned his face to the concrete floor under his feet, so that the two people opposite could not see his expression clearly, and it was difficult to continue to analyze his next move.

After a long time, he suddenly raised his head, and his originally decadent face became extremely hideous at this moment, as if he was ready to bite someone.

Gritting her teeth, she asked, "What do you want to do?"

After hearing the question again, Kitajima Sakura was still calm. She raised her right hand and pointed her slender index finger at the tip of her nose:

"I want their lives."

She tapped her nose twice and pointed at Zhu Zhifeng next to her:

"This little bastard uncle wants money."

"As for you, I don't know what you want. I only know that your wife was tortured on the day she died."

"Your daughter too!"

"Of course, your son was tortured too."

"And you, as your wife's husband and the father of your children, are the fuse of all this. The one who led all these tragedies."

"They died, but you are still alive, eating two bentos and drinking more than a dozen cans of beer every day."

"Generally speaking, you are living a good life, but after our observations over the past few days, you don't seem happy, you seem to regret it, but you don't seem to have the courage to end it all."

"If you want to die, we can fulfill your wish."

The past was brought up again, and the bag in Takahashi Kenji's hand slipped. He fell to his knees with a thud, covering his head with his hands, and fell to the ground crying loudly:

"Keiko...Keiko..."

"Michiko..."

"Taro..."

He lay on the ground and cried loudly, and the instigator of all this, Kitajima Sakura, heard his cry and came to Takahashi Xiaoer.

He put his hands behind his back, bent down, and asked very seriously:

"Mr. Takahashi Kenji is crying here, crying so loudly, can he cry people to death?"

"If you cry here, at night, Miss Mihashi Keiko will probably come to your dream and ask you loudly why you let those people exploit her."

"Explore her is not enough, why exploit your lovely daughter and your son."

Another sarcastic remark made Takahashi Kenji, who was lying on the ground, slowly raise his head, but the person who met his eyes was not Kitajima Sakura, but Zhu Zhifeng.

Just one glance, Takahashi Kenji was defeated.

He was just an ordinary army idiot, and the man in front of him was obviously an elite from the special forces.

Or an elite who often fights with others.

Sensing the fear in the man in front of him, Zhu Zhifeng slowly squatted down, took out a pack of tissues, and handed it to the man lying on the ground crying:

"Join us!"

"Join us, use blood and tears, and the blood of the enemy to cleanse the harm suffered by our friends and family."

"Revenge for them!"

On the ground, Takahashi Kenji also slowly woke up. He did not continue to lie down, but sat down on the ground, opened a can of beer, and drank it by himself.

While drinking, he recounted his entanglement with the Church of the God of Light:

"After I left the Ground Self-Defense Force, I met a few former comrades."

"They took me out to eat, drink and have fun, and took me out to have fun."

"At first I was very curious about where their money came from, but slowly, I stopped doubting."

"Because they have so much money!"

"Later, they said they had inside information, but this inside information needed to be exchanged for money."

"I exchanged it, and then it succeeded, and I made a lot of money."

"Later, those comrades found me again and said they had better projects and wanted to take me."

"That time, I mortgaged my house, car, and everything I could. All mortgaged."

"The Church of the God of Light appeared at that time, accepted my collateral and gave me cash."

"I took the money to find my comrades and gave them the money, hoping that he could bring me more investment returns."

"My comrades also promised to bring double the returns within three months."

"So, I waited at home for three months."

"Haha!"

"After three months, there was nothing. My comrades disappeared, and the so-called investment project was also fake."

"Only the contracts where I mortgaged my house and car were real."

"I couldn't pay the money back!"

"They arrested my children and my wife!"

"Haha..."