Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

Ah Huo's Office

Ah Huo put down the phone and looked at Lao Ba, who was sitting next to him eating a hamburger. Since An Xiaohai left, Lao Ba had gained a lot of weight.

"Eighth Brother, eat less. You've gotten so fat, aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

"Sigh..." Lao Ba sighed deeply, "Brother Huo, just leave me alone. Life is better now, and we don't have to live in fear every day. It's okay to be a little fat; it's better to die fat than to be shot."

"You said life is good now, don't you want to enjoy a few more years of good life?!" Ah Huo said, exasperated.

"Hehe, this is my only hobby, so don't stop me. At worst, I'll go on a diet in a while. Just give me a VIP card and find a pretty coach to train me."

"Nobody believes you! You've got five VIP cards already, and you've never come even once!"

"Hey! Brother Huo, did Er Mao pick up the person?"

"Got it, I'm heading to the city with this guy. By the way, who did you ask to stop that good-for-nothing? Hopefully, it won't arouse their suspicion?"

"Money-loser" is the nickname of Pei Songzhi, a Japanese billiards hall owner and director of Caos. Of course, only people who don't get along with him call him that.

"Amin tried to stop him, but he bumped into his car at the highway exit. The two of them got into a fight, and it was pretty serious. That guy can't go anymore."

Don't worry, they already have a history of conflict, and this time it was that guy who started it, so no one will suspect anything.

"That's good. Are you sure that person is the most suspicious?"

"It's basically confirmed. My sister just called me and told me that the guy's name is Igawa Jiro, and all the characteristics match what you described."

This guy neither slept nor ate or drank the whole way, and always kept his head down and covered his mouth, as if afraid that others would see what he looked like. Of all the people on the plane, he was the most suspicious.

The others who seemed suspicious boarded the airport bus. I've already notified Alai and the others; they'll deal with them. By the way, Huo-ge, did you tell Alai about the thing I asked you to do?

"I've already said it, but they don't agree. Ah said your sister is too tall and he's too short, so he'll lose face if he's with your sister."

"What nonsense is this?! My sister is so beautiful, has such a great figure, and is a flight attendant, how is that a loss of face?!" Lao Ba said with a face full of displeasure.

"Eighth Brother, don't be upset. I think Ah Lai meant well. I think he's a bit insecure and doesn't want to hold your sister back."

But Eighth Brother, how did your sister end up with him?

"How would I know?! Who can figure this out?" Lao Ba stuffed the remaining hamburger into his mouth and spread his hands.

"So you don't object?"

"Why would I object? I know I'm a bit naive, but I know Hai-ge isn't naive! Hai-ge's picks are always right!"

Ah Lai can be considered one of Hai Ge's protégés, right? He's doing really well now, and he's doing legitimate work. I think Ah Mei will definitely do well following him!

"Okay, what you said makes perfect sense, I can't even refute it!" Ah Huo gave Lao Ba a thumbs up.

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In the taxi

Jiro Igawa was going crazy. This skinny blond guy's driving skills were just too terrible. His heart was churning and he almost threw up.

Moreover, this guy picked up three more passengers on the road, filling his beat-up little car to the brim. What's even more infuriating is that the skinny, blond-haired guy only charged each of the three people who got on later 5 yuan! He had taken out a whole 100 yuan!

"Baka! How awful!..."

But Igawa Jiro had no choice but to endure it; after all, he was on a mission, so he figured he might as well consider it a loss to avoid further trouble.

One advantage of these unlicensed taxis is that they are difficult to trace after an accident, as most of these drivers will not provide clues to the police.

Jiro Igawa glanced warily at the burly man sitting next to him.

This guy was incredibly strong, like a sumo wrestler. He took up the space of two people, squeezing him tightly against the door. What's worse, his armpits emitted an extremely pungent odor...

Jiro Igawa could only silently endure it all. None of the people in the car seemed like good people, so he figured it was better to avoid trouble.

Just then, the burly man turned his head and glanced at Igawa Jiro, his gaze lingering for a moment on the backpack that Igawa Jiro was holding.

Jiro Igawa immediately became alert. Although the weapons he would need to carry out the mission were provided by his guide, and there was nothing particularly important in his bag, his passport and money were inside, and losing them would be a huge problem.

Jiro Igawa hugged his backpack even tighter.

"Brother, what do you mean? Afraid I'll steal your bag? Damn it, do you think I'm that kind of person?!" The burly man clearly understood Igawa Jiro's actions and frowned as he spoke with ill intent.

Igawa Jiro could roughly understand what the burly man meant. He knew some Chinese, which was one of the reasons he was chosen to come to China to carry out the mission.

But at this moment, Igawa Jiro could only pretend not to understand. He smiled at the burly man and turned his head away.

"What do you mean? What kind of look is that? Are you looking down on me?!" The burly man's gaze immediately turned dangerous.

Igawa Jiro secretly increased his vigilance. He had already planned that if the people in the car dared to attack him, he would find a place to kill them all, then steal the car and leave.

Anyway, we'll be on a mission soon, so as long as we hide the body well, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Brother, give him some face, ignore him. This guy's Japanese, he doesn't seem to understand human language. Calm down, give him some face!"

Er Mao, who was driving, quickly tried to smooth things over. He could see clearly in the rearview mirror that the Japanese assassin seemed to have already decided to kill.

That's enough, he should be the person Brother Huo and Brother Lai are looking for!

The burly man mumbled a couple of words, then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, soon snoring loudly. His weight slowly pressed down on Igawa Jiro.

Jiro Igawa was in a real bind!

The sudden, unexpected braking, the pungent smell from the burly man's armpits, the deafening snoring, and the weight of his body nearly drove Igawa Jiro to the brink of madness.

But he could only endure it with all his might!

After enduring more than 40 minutes, the buildings on both sides of the road became denser, indicating that we had entered the city.

Jiro Igawa then dared to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Once he enters the city, he will find a place to get off the bus and try to contact the tour guide. If the tour guide does not respond within half an hour, then something has really happened, and Igawa Jiro will leave China immediately.

After exiting the airport expressway, you enter Baoshan District. After driving two streets, Er Mao impatiently honked his horn twice to urge the vehicles ahead to move. The horn immediately attracted the attention of several young people playing on motorcycles by the roadside.

Just then, Igawa Jiro asked to get out of the car, and Er Mao slammed on the brakes again without saying a word, stopping the car on the side of the road.

Jiro Igawa got off the bus with his backpack. He had originally wanted to leave a souvenir for the burly man, but after thinking it over, he decided against it. The mission was more important!

The burly man was woken up. He glared at Igawa Jiro with disdain, closed the car door, and Er Mao drove away quickly.

After getting off the train, Igawa Jiro felt dizzy and lightheaded, and his stomach was churning more and more violently. He didn't know how he had managed to get through the whole journey.

"No, I feel like throwing up!..." Jiro Igawa quickly ran to the roadside, holding his bag in his left hand and leaning against a tree with his right hand, and began to dry heave.

Just then, the roar of engines rang out, and several motorcycles sped past the location where Igawa Jiro was.

Jiro Igawa felt a sudden lightness in his hand. Looking down, he saw that his backpack had vanished! When he looked up again, the young men who had snatched his bag on motorcycles were already far away.

"Baka! These Chinese gangs are so unruly!" Jiro Igawa's head was practically splitting open.