Chapter 983: The Mob (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Fujiwara Daizu!"

Finally, Busujima Kiriko couldn't bear it anymore and broke out completely:

"You actually let an outsider listen in on the matter of participating in the conference and joining the new group?!"

You can't blame Busujima Kiriko for being angry, it's just that Bermod didn't do it very kindly.

Just like two gangsters making secret deals at the port, they went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and managed to avoid surveillance and police. They got together in the dark and windy night. The vehicles on both sides were lined up in a row, and the xenon headlights were all turned on, making it look impressive. Like this, if you pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand, you will be able to go home and hug your wife smoothly.

Suddenly, the boss of the other party you are trading with pats the shoulders of the five people around him and says, "Let me introduce you. This brother is from another gang next door. Come over and see the scene."

What about secrecy?

What about the style?

Bringing an unrelated outsider into a serious deal?

There are no such rules in the world!

For a moment, Busujima Kiriko felt that Bermod was treating her like a fool, even if she wasn't a fool, she wasn't a human being.

Actually.

Indeed.

Belmode looked down upon Ni Zhenxian at all.

Nor did he treat this conversation as a transaction.

In her mind, Ni Shenhui is a pawn destined to be abandoned, a scapegoat responsible for attracting the attention of the police.

Busujima Kiriko thought she was Zhang Mazi, the bandit who was about to enter the city, but in the eyes of Mr. Huang, she was just the previous county magistrate.

Bang!

The small doors on both sides opened with a bang, and the younger members of the Mud Society who were lying in ambush heard the angry screams of the eldest sister, and immediately rushed out, surrounded the sofa, and raised their silenced pistols.

"Ouch"

Seeing this posture, Sakaki raised his eyebrows:

"No wonder the guys outside don't even have guns in their hands, why are they just playing Hongmen Banquet here with their emotions?"

"So what?"

Busujima Kiriko said grimly:

"The people you brought are all outside. This room is well soundproofed. Even if I beat you to death, they won't know!"

"Did you see that?"

Sakaki turned to his girlfriend and said:

"This is a low-level gangster who only knows how to fight and kill, but can't get on the stage."

"I saw it."

Miss Miyano nodded, hesitated, and said:

"But they have guns."

"What are you afraid of if you have a gun!"

Reaching into his arms, Sakaki calmly took out two balls, slapped them on the table, and said with a smile:

"I've got grenades here!"

The expressions of the originally aggressive Mud Participating Boys suddenly changed and they all took a step back.

Why bring grenades during negotiations?

This is coming prepared!

As soon as more than 30 boys rushed out, the office was packed to the rafters, with someone standing on every tile. If Sakaki Makoto detonated the grenade,

Belmod looked at Sakaki with interest, took out the cigarette box, and smiled:

"Why do you look like vodka?"

"Vodka Head may be a little stupid, but he still knows a lot about explosions."

Sakaki threw a grenade to her:

"Carrying a bomb with you can sometimes work wonders."

Busujima Kiriko quietly loosened her grip on the handle of the gun. She found that the situation had changed since Sakaki took out the two grenades.

Even if it is a transaction between gangs, there is no reason to bring a bomb!

"you."

Busushima Kiriko took a deep breath, calmed down, and considered:

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"Hand over the prisoner."

Facing dozens of guns, Belmode did not panic and said while playing with grenades:

"You can't protect him."

"wishful thinking!"

Busushima Kiriko gritted her teeth and refused to let go.

She came to power under the guise of revenge for the previous president. Now that her oath has not been fulfilled, if she still hands over her brothers, how will she gain a foothold in the Mud Can Association in the future?

Will anyone still believe her?

So she couldn't hand over her companions no matter what.

Shaking his head slowly, Belmode glanced at his watch, picked up the wine glass on the table, and raised it in the air.

Just when Busujima Kiriko didn’t know what she was planning to do

Click!

The glass behind him suddenly shattered, and a bullet flew straight through the wine glass in Belmode's hand.

Sniper!

Busushima Kiriko trembled slightly, a chill ran down her spine, and cold sweat started to flow down her face instantly.

She realized that the other side was extremely well prepared. Not only did they bring a large number of subordinates, they also secretly arranged for snipers.

If Belmode wanted to kill her, she would have no room to resist.

If it had been anyone else, Belmod would have silenced her long ago, but she couldn't show a fierce look in front of her godson. What if she scared the children?

Say it again

The organization needs Busushima Kiriko to take the blame and kill her. Who will take the blame?

Therefore, Sakaki Cheng and Belmode have behaved very restrainedly, and so far they have been friendly and have not drawn their guns.

Otherwise, with their temperament that they would even dare to break into the FBI headquarters, they would have turned over the table and started to take action.

What makes Sakaki Cheng curious is.

Who is the sniper sent by the organization?

Chianti, Cohen?

Calvados?

Or gin?

Anyway, he didn't hear the gunfire, so he probably installed a silencer, but even so, he was able to shatter a wine glass with one shot through the glass, which is really a superb marksmanship.

"You have 10 seconds to answer."

With her red lips raised slightly, Belmode blew out a wisp of white smoke towards Conan. Seeing Conan choke and cough, he smiled happily, but his tone was still extremely cold:

"8 seconds left."

"Fujiwara Daizu! I'm warning you, this is a mud ginseng party! If you have the guts, we'll fight to the death!"

"5 seconds."

"Even if you kill me, you won't be able to walk out alive!"

"3 seconds."

The boys were breathing rapidly, their index fingers hooked on the triggers, ready to fire at any time.

bite!

Sakaki suddenly pulled out the tab of the grenade and pinched the safety. This move was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts hard.

"1 second."

"Takeda is not here!"

After all, Busujima Kiriko couldn't withstand the pressure and screamed:

"I have arranged for him to leave Tokyo! He left an hour ago, and you will definitely not be able to catch up!"

"direction."

"Arakawa-ku Metropolitan Expressway. Brown Toyota SUV."

After receiving the information, Belmode stood up and walked towards the door. Wherever he passed, the younger members of the Mud Association all moved out of the way, not daring to stop him.

Before leaving the house, Belmod's light voice came:

"Remember to send the account book."

After Sakaki and others left, Busujima Kiriko pushed all the items on the table. She was extremely irritable and her eyes filled with murderous intent seemed like a devil would jump out at any moment. The younger brothers were trembling, and they never saw the eldest sister's head exposed. This look.

She lost, she was completely defeated, and she would never be able to raise her head in front of Fujiwara Daizu from now on.

The boys stood there for a while, silently put away their guns and walked out of the office. They were extremely disappointed with the new president.

Most feelings are relative. How can a boss who doesn't sacrifice himself to protect his younger brother's enlightenment win over people's hearts?

Without a spiritual leader, no matter how large an organization is, it is just a bunch of rabble.