I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Chapter 93 Good Omen

"As for rifles, I do have a collection of them. How about the Fenghe Golden Bear? Although it's a hunting rifle from the last century, it's well maintained and is no different from a new one."

".308 Winchester caliber, with a sniper scope, good accuracy and power, guaranteed to kill a bear with one shot."

Furuya Tsunayoshi had a relaxed expression and spoke as if he was chatting.

He has a hunter's license and a gun license, and occasionally goes into the mountains to hunt. Most of the guns in his collection come from legitimate sources - but they do not include Fenghe Golden Bear.

This type of gun was often used in gang fights and assassinations in the last century.

The few guns he had were obtained from some chaotic gang fights. The serial numbers and other things had been worn off, and he basically collected them as collections.

The origin is very confusing and it is difficult for the police to track it down.

In addition, the Fenghe Golden Bear has been out of production for many years, and it is difficult to trace its source, making it a perfect material for assassination.

There was no one around when he said this, and in fact, if someone passed by, they would basically just think they were talking about something related to hunting.

"can."

Kusaka Nagamasa didn't know much about this aspect, so he left it entirely to Furuya Tsunayoshi to handle.

My uncle was doing well in the underworld in his early years. After he was cleansed and came to work for a Japanese gang, he often went hunting. I can still trust his words about firearms.

"It would be best if the other group is made up of extremely vicious criminals to attract his attention. The group should not be more than four people, nor less than two."

"It is important not to leave too many traces. I believe you know better than me how to hire someone without getting into trouble. I will send you the specific plan later."

"Yeah. By the way, how are you getting along with the eldest lady of the Asumimi family?"

"It's OK. I plan to take it slow. Relationships can't be rushed. She doesn't seem to have grown up much and is a little childish. Maybe Mr. Goro dotes on her too much. I will teach her how to handle things in the future."

"We can't rush it, but we can still test their attitude towards the marriage proposal. Over the years, the only one who is suitable for our development is Mingri Jianjia."

After they finished talking, they chatted for a while. A tourist came over and seemed to want to sit down and rest, so they got up and went to the temple to pay their respects.

I donated some money and left the shrine in the bright sunshine.

Before leaving, Kusaka Nagamasa looked back at Zuishinmon Gate. Next to the gate was a cherry blossom tree said to be from the Edo period, depicting an ukiyo-e called spring with the blue sky as its canvas.

In late April, Tokyo is full of spring flowers.

It's a good sign.

Kamakura is like being in a coastal park.
A ramen truck with a business curtain and red lanterns was parked in the park parking lot, with a few simple tables and chairs outside.

It was almost dawn at this time, and the only lights left in the park were from the parking lot. It was pitch black all around, and not even a ghost could be seen.

It was still a little cold in Kamakura late in the spring night. The elderly boss dozed off in the dining car. The aged broth was bubbling in the pot, and the rich and unique aroma wafted out, making people unable to resist but come over after just one sniff.

But it was too late and there was only one diner, who was dressed strangely.

He was wearing a thick felt-like coat, blue skinny jeans, a white and blue baseball cap, and a mask so his face couldn't be seen. He was short and stocky, and was sitting at an open-air table eating ramen.

Owari Satake had been having a rough time lately, as it had only been a few years since the aftermath of his last murder, and he had murdered a family of three again.

The police have already suspected him and are gradually tracking him down.

He had no choice but to flee, and he couldn't get rid of it even after fleeing all the way from Hokkaido to Kamakura. His money was almost gone, and he was thinking about a way out.

drip.

The cell phone rang, Owari Satake took it out and looked at it, and found it was an unfamiliar overseas number. After hesitating for a few seconds, he put down his chopsticks and answered the call.

There was no sound coming from the other end of the phone, so he asked in a deep voice: "Hello, who is this?" "There's a big job, are you willing to do it?"

The voice on the other end sounded unfamiliar, and Owarisatake remained silent for a few seconds.

"remuneration."

"Five million yen."

"I want an advance of one million."

"can."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll take the money and run away?"

"What can you do with one million? If you want to flee the country and hide, five million would be more than enough."

Owari Saburo didn't answer, which was considered as his consent.

"Excuse me, sir, are you full?"

The boss' voice came from behind him. Owari Satake had not hung up the phone yet and was about to nod when the person on the other end of the phone asked.

"Why are there duck sounds over there?"

When Owari Saburo heard this, he subconsciously grasped the boning knife hidden in his arms, and it was as if he was grasping an ice cube. He shuddered and his mind instantly became clear.

He suddenly realized that he was just dreaming. Then he thought of something, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and he turned around and started to chop.

puff!
Along with the sound of the knife cutting into flesh, what was heard was not a human scream, but rather the wailing of an animal.

Looking closely, I saw a big weasel lying on the ground with an unknown leaf on its head. It was wearing the clothes of a ramen owner and a small hat.

The face with human-like facial features was frozen with an expression of astonishment. He stared at Owari Satake with a pair of small eyes, his whole body was trembling, his stomach was cut open, and some undigested bones mixed with blood flowed out, soaking a gray cloth bag hanging around his waist.

The scene of the seaside park was distorted in an instant, and Owari Satake suddenly found himself sitting in the woods, with a tree stump under his butt and a piece of bark in his hand containing some water and leaves.

In the bushes in the distance, there were a few pairs of green eyes. When they saw him looking at them, they screamed and ran away.

Owari Satake snorted coldly, threw away the bark, frowned and recalled the situation when he came here.

"how?"

"Nothing. Where are you, what are you doing."

"Tokyo, there is a helper, kidnap someone."

"it is good."

Owari Satake didn't ask who he was going to kidnap, because he had no other way out anyway.

He agreed immediately, slashed the severely injured weasel with his knife, chopped off its head, wiped the boning knife clean with its shiny fur, and strode out of the forest.

Time quickly entered May, which is one of the most pleasant time of the year in Tokyo. The cherry blossoms on the roadside began to wither, and Tokyo residents who were suffering from hay fever breathed a sigh of relief.

The drizzle of spring rain has become less common, and there are significantly more sunny days, but the temperature is not as abnormally hot as in late April.

Many housewives have begun to prepare in advance by buying disinfectants, bactericidal sprays, etc. to clean their homes to prevent mold from growing on the walls after the rainy season.

Dong Yeyu saw this trend when she was shopping for chicken breast in the supermarket, and she also planned to buy some cleaning supplies to clean the house at the weekend.

Brown fungus has begun to spread on the walls of my house, and I have to clean it up quickly - it is said that the spores emitted by mold can cause baldness.

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