My life in Tokyo

An old guy who longs for immortality... This was Lin Yuansheng's initial impression of Karasuma Renya.

After the meeting, he had a clearer idea of ​​what kind of power he had in the winery organization.

When Gin entered the room again, Lin Yuansheng spoke directly.

"Mr. Gin, you should have received the notice from Mr. Karasuma, right?"

Gin nodded sullenly.

He had a private conversation with Karasuma Renya in the morning. The boss asked him to fully cooperate with all of Lin Yuansheng's actions, and he only needed to cooperate and did not need to ask the reasons.

Even if Lin Yuansheng asked for the assassination of the prime minister and the overthrow of the Japanese regime, he would not have to report it to Karasuma Renya. He only needed to mobilize all the resources of the winery and try his best to complete this ridiculous order. As for whether he could complete it, that was another matter.

Gin couldn't understand the boss's orders. This would completely hand over the power of the organization to an outsider. Wasn't he afraid that this kid would cause trouble?

No one knows better than Gin how powerful the distillery is.

But no matter how much doubt he has, he will not resist the orders of the boss. Otherwise, what is the difference between him and those bugs who have infiltrated the organization?

"I want to know how much power your organization can mobilize in Japan?"

Lin Yuansheng was not polite and gave the first order directly.

Gin handed over a tablet.

Lin Yuansheng took a quick look and raised his eyebrows slightly. You don’t know until you see it. He was shocked when he saw it.

The power of the winery in Japan's political and business circles is like a vine clinging to a towering tree. It has close ties with the nobility, the military, and large assets. Even many middle-level cadres are spies planted by the winery.

If this force is fully mobilized, it would not be a problem to overthrow Japan, but at least make it regress by several decades.

"I want you to help me check this person."

Lin Yuansheng handed over a photo.

The photo was extracted from the video of the Prime Minister being attacked, and it was a photo of Treya.

"He should have entered the country in the past two months. Please check his information and his current location. Don't do anything extra. Just tell me when you find out."

“It might be difficult if you only have photos.”

Gin said.

To search for a person using big data, the monitoring system must be called upon.

As we all know, Japan is a very private society. When the private sector promoted the full surveillance Skynet system to the government, it encountered unanimous resistance from both top to bottom. Until now, in big cities like Tokyo, the penetration rate of surveillance systems has only reached 40%.

It's not easy for a person to hide.

But Gin still took the photo and took out a tablet: "These are the operators of the organization's Far East branch. The boss said that you can arrange and command them at will."

There were some things he didn't say, and he even had a bit of bad taste in his mouth.

There are many undercover agents sent by other forces hidden in the organization, and how to distinguish the undercover agents from these operators is a big question.

Lin Yuansheng didn't know what Gin was thinking.

He was flipping through the tablet and unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.

"Yuan Jiaming?"

Looking at the fat-faced programmer on the tablet, Lin Yuansheng couldn't help but mutter. He still remembered the man who hugged his thigh and called him "big brother" during the Twin Towers incident.

Unexpectedly, he was also a member of this organization.

However, there was a missing mark in Yuan Jiaming’s information.

"Do you know this traitor....uh, this Yuan Jiaming?"

Gin looked grim.

"He should have been eliminated by the organization because he secretly cracked the organization's confidential documents. However, he disappeared in the Twin Towers incident in the first half of the year, and we have not been able to find him since then."

"I don't know him, I just saw him."

Lin Yuansheng spoke in a calm tone.

Gin's face looked much better. He was worried that Lin Yuansheng would use his power to protect Yuan Jiaming. Although he had the authority to do so, if he really did so, where would the organization's face be?

All the previous efforts to catch the traitors were wasted.

"ATPX4869?"

Lin Yuansheng suddenly frowned.

His finger stopped at someone's profile tag. It was a girl with brown hair. The profile read - Lead Researcher of ATPX4869.

He had an impression of this word.

Lin Yuansheng searched for his memory and suddenly realized that when he threatened Kudo Shinichi, who used the alias Edogawa Conan, the other party had mentioned this word. This word was the culprit that made his body shrink.

Good guy.

Lin Yuansheng suddenly felt both amused and confused.

It turns out that the organization that Conan is facing a formidable enemy is actually me?

Chapter 219 Omori Masaki

Sumida Ward, Tokyo.

Masaki Omori walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, following the waiter, in an elegant Japanese-style courtyard.

This courtyard was the headquarters of the Watanabe group of the former Sugigumi Group, but as Watanabe Katsurashi retired to the second line, it has lost its former liveliness, but has gained a bit of warmth.

"I told you to leave me alone!"

A familiar voice was heard at the corner of the corridor, followed by hurried footsteps. A woman walked out quickly and ran into Omori Masaki.

"President Omori," the woman greeted politely.

"Ms. Anna." Masaki Omori nodded.

The woman is Anna Kobayashi, the daughter of Masaru Watanabe.

When Kobayashi Anna was about to leave, she turned back and said to Omori Masaki, "President Omori, will Mr. Lin come back?"

"Will do."

Kobayashi Anna stared at his eyes for a while, then turned and left without saying a word.

Omori Masaki pushed the door open and walked in. Watanabe Katsu, who was wearing a kimono, had already set the table and was waiting for him. He greeted him warmly.

After three rounds of drinking,

Watanabe Katsu finally got to the point.

"Masaki, you're in a pretty bad situation."

Omori Masaki did not answer.

Watanabe Katsu: "My old buddies in the Senyuan Society have contacted me recently, wanting to push me back to the top... You have no foundation in the Senyuan Society, and it is only because of Brother Lin's reputation that you can intimidate these people."

"Brother Lin's whereabouts are unknown now, so they will naturally have some evil thoughts. Please don't take it to heart."

Masaki Omori looked at Watanabe Katsu with an expressionless face.

"Mr. Watanabe, what do you think?"

Watanabe Katsu patted his thigh and said with a smile: "I am old. I finally got out of the shady water of the underworld. Of course I will not go back. Anna doesn't want me to continue to be involved in the underworld business."

"only--"

"Since these people have started contacting me, they will also contact Kajimoto Kiyama."

Watanabe Katsu seemed to be hinting at something.

"There are many people in the Senyuan Society who have grudges against Brother Lin. I know that you, Zhengshu, have already thought about giving in...but have you ever thought that if you give in, it will confirm Brother Lin's death."

"These people may take revenge on Brother Lin's relatives and friends."

"Don't underestimate the methods of the underworld. Those who can get into the underworld are all people with no bottom line. The rule of not letting the disaster happen to your family is nothing in their eyes."

Omori Masaki's body shook violently.

He hadn't thought of this aspect at all.

That's right.

Not only Watanabe Katsu, most people in the Morigenkai saw through his intention when he was selling off his assets at a low price.

But how can one just quit the mess in Jidao if he wants to?

Once Omori Masaki backs down, his paper tiger appearance will be exposed. Those who have a blood feud with Lin Yuansheng but are afraid of his military power will naturally target Lin Yuansheng's relatives and friends for revenge.

"I understand. Thank you Mr. Watanabe for reminding me!"

Masaki Omori toasted solemnly and turned away.

He quickly contacted Yumi Asayama.

There aren't many forces in the current Senyuan Society that he can utilize. Besides, since he intends to leave Jidao, no one will join him.

But now it is not possible.

Once he leaves the Yakuza and loses his power, Miss Hayato will be exposed to danger.

This was something he couldn't tolerate.

Yumi Asayama supports Masaki Omori, but is not optimistic about the future. She must make preparations for both situations: one hand to stabilize the Morigenkai, and the other hand to transfer Hayashi Hayori out as soon as possible.

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Masaki Omori returned home.

He only dared to show his sorrow when he was alone. Especially at such times, he had to show his strong side in front of his subordinates to stabilize the morale of the troops.

Sitting on the sofa, Omori Masaki sighed heavily.

Even if it costs his own life, he still wants to protect Lin Yi thoroughly, but no one knows the extreme methods better than him.

He was not sure that he could protect Lin Qianzhi for the rest of his life.

How to protect Lin Zaozhi?

Masaki Omori just felt a lot of pressure.

"How about sending Miss Hayato to Liangshanpo?"

As Lin Yuansheng's confidant, he knew the strength of Liangshanpo, but he was not sure whether the other party would protect Miss Zaozhi.

He had complaints against Liangshanpo because they failed to protect Mr. Lin at the critical moment. Based on this alone, Omori Masaki was extremely hostile and contemptuous of the entire Liangshanpo.

"Ugh."

With a soft sigh, Omori Masaki stood up.

Whether sending Miss Zaozhi to Liangshanpo or sending her abroad to change her name, it will destroy Miss Zaozhi's current life.

When Lin Yuansheng was still alive, Lin Zaozhi was protected so well that she didn't even know the identity of her own brother.

It's your turn.

But he had to take the initiative to expose this matter and let Miss Hayato face the reality.

"I'm so useless!" Masaki Omori slapped himself.

After entering the study, he took off his coat, but suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if someone was watching him.

Masaki Omori swallowed his saliva and cautiously reached for his waist. The pistol that he always carried with him gave him courage.

then,

He slapped the light button on the wall with lightning speed, pulled out the pistol in the suddenly bright study, and turned back.

"Who is it, get out of here!"

Behind the desk, the office chair with its back facing away slowly turned around.

Omori Masaki's mouth slowly opened, and his eyes burst into ecstasy and excitement.