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“It’s good that you understand, come on.

You are so cute, you will definitely be able to change that boy's mind."

"Hehe, thank you for the encouragement, Sister Chuxia."

Akizuki Iroha sent the message with a single tap.

Without seeing the person, just by seeing the text, Chiyoko Morimoto can imagine the blogger's happy expression at this moment.

It’s great to be young!

Chiyo Morimoto raised the corner of her mouth and said casually: "I'm going to cook, let's not talk for now."

"Okay, Sister Chuxia."

The other party replied very politely, which made Morimoto Chiyoko even happier. What a polite child.

……

It's night.

Colorful signs gradually light up on the streets of Shinjuku, especially in Kabukicho.

The series of events in the underground world did not affect the prosperity on the surface.

When someone disappears from here, a new person will appear to take their place.

Kabukicho is never short of people.

Durant appeared on the streets of Kabukicho wearing a baseball cap and his hands in his pockets.

An interview was playing on the big screen in the mall. It was a TV program about the escaped prisoner Durant.

Among the invited guests was a well-known history expert, who expressed his concern about such vicious criminals roaming around.

The right-wing lawmakers present believed that the Metropolitan Police Department would make every effort to solve the case and arrest the heinous criminal Durant as soon as possible to comfort the "heroic spirits" of the past victims.

The program team also invited the deceased's family members, including children of several years old, to come out and cry to win the public's sympathy.

Online public opinion is one-sided.

Everyone is condemning Durant's cruelty.

In this context, Durant remained calm, standing leisurely beside the street lamp and taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

He took a cigarette and held it between his teeth.

There was a snapping sound, and the lighter lit the cigarette. He took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke through his nose.

Durant wasn't worried about being discovered.

As a CIA agent, he was selected to participate in such an important mission, which shows that he is extremely capable.

By using makeup, he can switch between European and American white people and Africans at any time.

Today’s cosmetics are so powerful if used properly.

Durant's only worry is that Dio will not recognize him after he put on so much makeup.

But if he walks casually on the street without makeup, he is showing contempt for those people in the Metropolitan Police Department.

It was also a disregard for the bounty of 50 million yen.

Such a high reward is enough to make even those who are indifferent to the case remember his appearance.

Durant's eyes were lost in thought. Several women from the brothel wanted to pull him in to sit down and give him some warmth.

He rejected them all in English.

Looking at the time, Durant frowned, not knowing whether Dio could find him.

He continued to stand here for a long time, until more and more people came to him.

Durant wanted to find another place to wait when he heard footsteps behind him.

He immediately became alert and quickly looked back through the mirror to see the situation.

A familiar face was reflected in the mirror.

"Dio, how did you recognize me?"

Durant turned around, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. His current appearance was completely different from that in the detention center.

People of different skin colors.

"I have my own way."

Qingze did not say how he recognized Durant. He had previously used his ability of clairvoyance to see the scar on Durant's abdomen.

If this gets out, it will seriously damage my image.

It’s better to be mysterious.

"follow me."

Qingze turned and walked into the deserted alley.

Durant's eyes sank slightly. If he remembered correctly, the information about Dio above should be that this person had no organization.

But looking at this situation, it seems that Dio is hiding an organization or a secret base behind him?

Durant suppressed his excitement. He had not expected to receive such important news on the first day, so he followed obediently.

……

Entering the alley, you will find that there is no prosperity here, and desolation is the main theme here.

Qingze stopped, turned around, took out a gun from his pocket, threw it to Durant, and asked, "Can you see if this gun can be used?"

Durant took the gun. He was very familiar with firearms from all over the world and recognized it immediately. This was the service pistol used by the Japanese SAT troops.

P229.

Manufactured by SIG of Germany.

"That's a great gun. Where did you get it?"

"Don't you think this question is redundant?"

"Indeed, for someone like you who has super powers, it's not difficult to get a gun."

Durant put away his gun and asked knowingly, "Why are you helping me?"

"I just thought your idea was interesting."

Qingze smiled and said, "What are you going to do next?"

"Kill off Shintaro Sato. He is a right-wing general who is dedicated to promoting militarism and is the descendant of a war criminal."

Durant had already discussed with Jack and the others that their target was those right-wing congressmen, and that he wanted to assassinate them to gain Dio's trust.

As long as they can gain Dio's trust, the CIA doesn't care about sacrificing those people.

Qingze smiled and said, "Really? I look forward to your good news then."

Durant suppressed the thought of asking for contact information and said, "Thank you for your help. It gives me the opportunity to fight for justice again."

"You're welcome. When you need guns, just come to Shinjuku at night and I can restock them for you."

Qingze entered the state of Schrödinger's cat non-existence and disappeared into the street.

He has his own things to do.

Helping Durant is just a matter of convenience.

PS: Thanks for the reward

Chapter 215 Do you like fireworks?

"There is nothing unusual about the Hiroshima group."

"There is nothing unusual about the Daoxiang Club."

"There is nothing abnormal in the Heavenly King Group."

Reports came one after another from the surveillance personnel deployed between the various underworld organizations in Shinjuku.

They are one kilometer away from the targets they are monitoring, and some use drones for remote monitoring.

Some use telescopes to monitor directly.

Military helicopters rumbled at an altitude of more than one thousand meters above the ground, hovering over Shinjuku, ready to rush into combat at any time.

Emily leaned back on the sofa, resting her short legs on the corner of the table, and complained, "It's so boring. I hope Dio shows up soon!"

Iwaki Kusuke poured her a cup of steaming hot black tea, "Have a cup of black tea first."

"Thank you."

Emily withdrew her feet from the table, carefully picked up the black tea, blew into it, and like a little deer drinking water for the first time, she brought the teacup in front of her and gently drank a little.

She is like a cat's tongue and is very afraid of heat. She will only drink tea in big gulps when she is sure it is not too hot.

Gulp, she took a big sip and put down the tea with satisfaction, the fragrant and sweet taste lingering on the tip of her tongue.

She exhaled outwardly.

"It's delicious! It would be great if Dio could show up soon."

"You can't force this kind of thing."

Iwaki Kusuke replied casually and peeled off the candy's wrapper.

Dio's whereabouts have always been a mystery to the task force.

When and where did he appear, Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, or Kyoto?

All are possible.

Emily sighed. She knew that all she could do was wait.

But such waiting is really unpleasant and annoying.

She tugged at her collar, and a voice suddenly came from the intercom, "Daoxiang will find Dior!"

As soon as these words came out, Emily was overjoyed and quickly grabbed the intercom and said, "Ganshan, the target is Daoxianghui!"

"receive."

Okayama Taketa replied, looking at the knife-wielding boy, the tall and strong Barbie, and then looking at the fully armed SAT team members and said: "The target is the Daoxiang Society!"

The helicopter hovering in the air finally found its target and quickly approached the Daoxiang Society.

……

The name of Daoxiang Club sounds a bit like the warmth of a rural village.

In fact, what they do has nothing to do with warmth.

Daoxianghui operates a huge free market.

In this free market, people or human organs, various drugs, abnormal interests, etc., as long as there is money, everything can be bought and sold in the free market run by Daoxianghui, which also involves the global dark web business.

The president of the Daoxiang Society is Saburo Uchino.

According to Japanese naming customs, only the third child in the family is called Saburo.

He can succeed to the position of president.

It was because the eldest and second brothers had some accidents to varying degrees, which made them unable to take on the position of president.

Only he can inherit.

This is also a kind of luck.

Artificial luck.

Saburo Uchino took out a thick cigar, cut it, and then used a cigarette lighter to heat it.

A hissing sound was heard, and he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke from the cigar.

"You guys are making it very difficult for me."

Warm lights illuminated the spacious office. Uchino Saburo stared at the siblings in front of him with eagle-like sharp eyes. "Who do you think spent a lot of money to bring you from that poor country to live in a developed country?"

Every time Saburo Uchino spoke, there was a man in a suit and tie beside him to translate.