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"Spider nest...what does that mean?"

Toyokawa Kei's eyes were full of confusion; he had never heard of the name "Spider Nest."

However, this does not mean that the counterfeit money workshop of the Long Valley Stream is unrelated to the Spider Nest. It is possible that Toyokawa Kei had no access to those confidential matters, or it is possible that the Spider Nest deliberately concealed its traces in this matter.

Aoyama understood the importance of knowing when to stop. He was already very satisfied that the counterfeit money workshop had been implicated in the Neon Purification Group. As for Spider Nest and Strange Town, they were not his enemies for the time being, and he didn't need to investigate them further.

"Let's not talk about that for now. Where exactly are the technicians for those devices located?"

"This corridor goes west, past the lobby, and there's a corner. On the other side of the corner is a large, dark brown metal door. I saw their people carrying boxes of cash out of it... But that door has a combination lock, and only their leader, Hiroto Kawashima, knows the combination. You can't get in..."

Qingshan frowned and thought for a while, then asked:

"Is he the only one who knows?"

"Yes……"

Aoyama's furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

As is customary, passwords or codes of exceptional importance, if known by only one person, will be specifically recorded in order to prepare for situations where the password is urgently needed but the person who knows it cannot be found.

The records may be written on paper or stored on a computer, but they are definitely kept in a safe place.

"Do you know which areas on this floor are accessible only to Hiroto Kawashima, and which others are not allowed to enter without permission?"

“Then only Kawashima Hiroto’s office fits the bill,” Toyokawa Kei briefly described the office’s location to Aoyama, but he didn’t think it was of any use. “But only Kawashima’s confidants have the key to that room.”

"A confidant? Was the person who just interrogated you considered his confidant?"

As Aoyama spoke, he pulled out a bunch of keys and waved them in front of Toyokawa Kei.

"This was found on him just now. See if the key to that office is inside."

"You killed Yasui too? What happened to the IOU he had?"

Toyokawa Kei was somewhat agitated. His current financial situation was already dire, and if he were to add that IOU to the mix, he would truly be plunged into an abyss of despair.

"I tore it up and threw it away."

Aoyama replied.

Although he said that, he actually kept the IOU carefully in his shirt pocket.

The fabricated debt of 5000 million yen, with an annual interest rate close to the legal limit, will also become one of the pieces of evidence against the Japanese purification group.

However, in order to get Mr. Toyokawa to cooperate with him, he did not tell the truth.

Anyway, once this IOU is in my hands, no one will use it to ask Toyokawa Kei for a debt, so whether I tear it up or not doesn't really matter.

"That's good, that's good..." Toyokawa Kei breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to an inconspicuous key in the key chain. "I've seen Yasui Susumu help Kawashima Hiroto get things in that office, and he used this key."

Aoyama nodded and handed him the elevator card he had taken from Yasui.

"Thank you for your help. Can you leave by yourself now...?"

Toyokawa Kei looked at the elevator card in his hand and gave a wry smile.

“I’m afraid I can’t leave anytime soon. The workers in the warehouse downstairs know that I’ve caused trouble for their actual boss. If I go downstairs alone, they won’t let me leave.”

"Then you can stay here for now. The person who tortured you won't wake up anytime soon. You're safe here for the time being, and our people will be here in fifteen minutes at most. Just hold on until then."

After giving these instructions, Aoyama turned and left, arriving at Kawashima Hiroto's office a few minutes later.

The key easily opened the door, and after locking it again, he began searching the room for papers or books with the password written on them.

But after a few minutes, he found nothing.

Just as he was about to give up, a chilling sense of crisis crept up his spine.

He instinctively turned around, and a crossbow bolt flew past his ear, hitting a flowerpot on top of the bookshelf in front of him.

Make way for me: 041 The final showdown

"who is it?"

Qingshan rushed to the window and looked out, only to see a drone flying rapidly away.

He immediately fell into thought.

The window wasn't far from where I had just been standing; if the drone was going to shoot me, I wouldn't have been able to dodge it at all.

In other words, the drone's target was not itself, but the vase that was hit by the crossbow bolt.

This vase is really sturdy; even with crossbow bolts embedded in it, it didn't break.

Aoyama quickly took the vase down and discovered that the flowers inside were fake. After removing the fake flowers, he found a roll of paper at the bottom of the vase.

"I see……"

He took out the scroll and unfolded it; sure enough, there was a row of numbers written on it.

This should be the password to enter that secret room.

So it seems the drone operator was trying to help me... but how did he know I was here? Could he also see the surveillance footage from inside this building?

Besides the Spider Nest and the Neon Purification Group, are there any third-party forces involved? Or are there internal factional struggles within these two groups?

Zheng Zhi, with his extensive experience in combat, immediately thought of this, but he did not delve deeper into it; now was not the time to concern himself with such matters.

After writing down the password, he left Hiroto Kawashima's office.

He went straight to the door with the combination lock.

It was probably because the person in charge of the neon purification group here had finally received intelligence that someone had broken in, and now there were many obstacles in front of the keypad door.

Ten tall, strong thugs, armed with weapons, blocked the spot, waiting for their prey to come to them.

Both sides knew each other's positions, so they stopped talking and started fighting immediately.

The corridor was relatively narrow, making it inconvenient to use the Drummer's Secret Technique: Dual Wielding Frenzy as before. Therefore, Aoyama changed his fighting style.

From his years of experience playing the guitar while walking around, he developed a set of close-quarters fighting techniques similar to "hugging a girl to kill". When fighting, he would use his right hand to lift the enemy up by the waist, and his left hand would pinch and twist the enemy's fragile carotid artery and nerves as if switching chords, causing the enemy to become paralyzed or even faint in a short time due to insufficient blood supply to the brain or compression of neurons.

While making these hand gestures, he can also maintain his footwork, thus efficiently dodging enemy attacks.

But this was a one-on-ten battle after all. Even though Aoyama's fighting skills were far superior to his opponent's, he still took two blows to the arm with a baton before the battle ended, and his wrist was also cut by a knife.

"Who are you, buddy? How come you're so good at fighting..."

One of the thugs, who had been paralyzed and unable to move after being hit by his combo, bared his teeth and shouted at him.

"Those who come to punish you."

"...Are you with the police?"

"Do the police need to be as secretive as I am?"

Aoyama pointed to the mask on his face.

"I'm just a champion of justice out of interest."

"What? A champion of justice? Are you an idiot?"

"Then it has nothing to do with you."

Aoyama walked to the front door, examined the lock briefly, and found the location to enter the password.

"It's no use. Only Brother Kawashima knows the password to the door. Although you're a good fighter, even the hardest fist can't break through a door made of steel. You're destined to have wasted your time today..."

The only thug who was still conscious couldn't get up, but he kept making sarcastic remarks to Qingshan.

Qingshan ignored him and directly entered the string of numbers he had seen on the note.

With a pleasant "click," the heavy metal door obediently opened a crack.

The thug's sarcastic remarks came to an abrupt halt.

"It seems that nothing in this world is predetermined."

Qingshan smiled at the thug who turned back, then stomped on him until he was unconscious, and used the flashlight on his phone to confirm that there was no one else lying in ambush behind the metal door before walking in with peace of mind.

In the center of the room, there was indeed a machine as big as two ping-pong tables, which looked somewhat like the 3D printer that Aoyama remembered.

On the east side of the room, there were rows of cardboard boxes containing a large amount of pre-treated paper, which was obviously raw material for making counterfeit money.

On this side of the metal door, there were more than twenty suitcases neatly arranged. Aoyama randomly picked two and opened them. Sure enough, they were full of counterfeit money. Moreover, these counterfeit money were all in an uncut state. Forty banknotes were tied together and would have to be cut before they could be used.

Even if Aoyama still doesn't understand what the large machine in the center of the room is for, these undivided counterfeit bills alone are enough to send the person in charge here to jail for more than fifteen years.

Aoyama took a briefcase and then stood next to the large machine, studying the control panel and various buttons on it, trying to figure out how it worked.

But not long after, a faint sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

"What amazing skills! Which side are you on? The Jingbin Alliance? Or the Jinjiang Alliance? You can't possibly be Vietnamese like those cowardly guys who came before, can you?"

A somewhat dull and hoarse voice rang out, accompanied by the rattling sound of the metal door hinges as it was opened to its widest extent.

Qingshan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of short, chubby men with round faces standing at the door with their hands behind their backs, smiling as they looked at the briefcases in their hands.

"Your subordinates have asked me the same question before, and my answer was that I am a champion of justice driven by interest."

"A champion of justice? Don't be ridiculous. Reality isn't some action-packed manga. Even the most righteous person wouldn't risk their life for some so-called interest."

"I agree with you. However, I don't believe my actions today pose any threat to my life."

Aoyama shrugged, using the movement to relax the muscles in his left arm. His left hand was a little sore from holding the suitcase full of counterfeit money, and relaxing it would allow him to make the necessary movements more quickly.

"Your many men couldn't deal with me, so what can you do to me if you're only one person?"

"Indeed, with your skills, you could easily take me down, but what if I had this?"

The round-faced man revealed his hand, which he had been keeping behind his back, and held a gun in it.

Moreover, as he pointed the gun at Aoyama, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

At the same moment, Aoyama swung the thick briefcase to his chest, which blocked the bullet, but the remaining impact caused his arm to swing high into the air, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Good for blocking, but I'd like to see how you dodge the second bullet."

The round-faced man let out a sinister laugh, like a cat playing with a mouse. He cocked his pistol again, and this time he wouldn't give Aoyama the chance to use his suitcase as a shield.

But Aoyama was not flustered at all, because he had just seen the shadow of a true messenger of justice.

"Hey, let me give you some advice..."

"What? You're going to use sweet talk to stall for time? Sorry, I also read shonen manga, so I won't waste time on long-winded explanations like those villains in manga..."

"It's just a sentence..."

Aoyama lowered his sleeve, which he had rolled up earlier, to cover the wound on his wrist.

"Next time you're planning to kill someone, please remember—"

"Close the door behind you."

"boom!"

A second gunshot rang out.

But the one who fell was not Aoyama Mukai.

Make way for me: 042 Inspector arrives at the victory celebration banquet

"boom!"

Hiroi Kikuri generously opened a bottle of champagne, the cork flying out with a lot of foam, leaving a shallow dent on the wall of the private room in the Japanese-style hotel.

"Hiroi, what are you doing, you bastard?! You can't stand not losing something every day, can you?!"

Iwashita Shima, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly felt a surge of anger when she saw the new dent on the wall.

She grabbed the champagne cork that had fallen to her feet and threw it hard, hitting the drunkard Hiroi squarely on the forehead.

"Oh!"

Hiroi fell flat on his back.

Fortunately, she kept the hand holding the champagne bottle high, which prevented the expensive wine from being wasted.

"it is good

"Danger, Shima! Do you know how much this bottle of champagne costs?"

"That's what I bought specifically to celebrate the fact that tonight's performance went fairly smoothly. Do you think I would have known how much it cost?"