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Yulon security office, C District, Kanagawa Prefecture.
In the reception room, Sato rarely smiles.
In front of him, there was a little fat little man named Xiangyuan, who was the director of the public security office. When Xiangyuan knew that Sato had visited for a long time, he immediately came out to greet him with a smile and invited the leader of the OTA group to the reception room.
"Oh, I didn't expect to ask Mr. Sato to come by himself." Xiangyuan smiles politely, then glances behind Sato for a long time. Xiangyuan says strangely: "this is..."
"It's called the foot of the mountain."
"This is the director of Xiangyuan. Yulong Street and the surrounding development zones are under his jurisdiction," Sato said
Lin Nan nodded his head, but he didn't show too much enthusiasm, and Xiangyuan was used to it. All the young gangsters were arrogant and cold.
Xiangyuan took his eyes back and asked Sato and Lin Nan to take a seat. Then he said, "I think Mr. Sato is here for that?"
"Not bad." Sato nodded for a long time. He quietly pushed an envelope along the table. Lin Nan's eyes were sharp. It was estimated that the thick stack was Japanese yen, which was more than three million.
Sato and director Xiangyuan seem to have a good discussion, one push, one answer, under the cover of the tea tray, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect the abnormality. After the episode, Sato said apologetically: "these moths are found in area C, because of the ineffective supervision of the Datian group. We are very sorry for this, and ask director Xiangyuan to say a few words in the self defense forces."
Xiangyuan laughs and claps his fat palm on his chest: "don't worry, those people who died are all gangsters. If they are handled properly, they will not be investigated."
"But Sato, you have to know that the Z government has entrusted such a large c District to you for management. You should not betray the trust of your superiors! The conflict between the Fushan and Jinjing formations has already affected the daily lives of the civilians. If it continues to expand, we will have to consider choosing another "manager."
Carrot and stick, Xiangyuan cold face beat.
"I know, I know." Sato laughs for a long time, "although Xiangyuan's director is at ease, today, Fukuyama group will definitely stop."
…
Walking out of the security office, Lin Nan asked, "where are you going next?"
"Yulon street." Sato is in a bad mood.
Xiangyuan's director and organization put a lot of pressure on him. If the mediation of this conflict is not good, the most optimistic result is to go to the battlefield as cannon fodder. Maybe he will be dealt with by family law and set an example to others.
Mercedes Benz is speeding on the road.
Lin Nan looks at Sato through the central rearview mirror. He holds his arms in his arms as if he is dozing off. Sato holds a samurai sword in his arms. The scabbard is white, and there is a ruby in the middle. In addition, there is a golden snake for decoration, which swallows the ruby from all sides of the scabbard.
This knife should have an extraordinary origin. Before getting on the bus, Sato took it out from under the back seat cushion cloth with a serious and solemn expression.
With a white handkerchief carefully wipe the dust on the knife, until the blade morihan can be used as a mirror, Sato nodded contentedly.
Soon, the Mercedes Benz arrived at the scheduled place.
This is the dividing line of Yulong Street. On the left is the Jinjing group, and on the right is the Fushan group. Usually, their wells do not cross the river. On both sides of this dividing line are two public buildings, a bank and a children's fund, which divide the spheres of influence of both sides.
When he heard that there were 600 people in these two organizations, Lin Nan was ready. But when he saw the scene with his own eyes, he couldn't help sighing. The cohesion of the Japanese underworld is terrible.
On both sides of the dividing line, the Fushan and Jinjing formations are staring at each other fiercely. More than 600 people are armed with weapons like steel knives. Low priced cars like Nissan and Toyota are parked everywhere. The snow-white headlights are on, the engines are buzzing, and there are many motorcycles. Young people are sitting on the top of the car, whistling and waving sticks in the back seat.
It's nearly ten o'clock in the winter. It's snowing.
The temperature is a little cold, but it is not as hot as the Fushan group.
On this day, all the civilians in Yulong Street were closed and hid at home. What's more, they were scared to rent hotels.
Most of the people in the Fushan group are young people. They are enthusiastic and impulsive. It seems that the atmosphere in the field will be fierce at any time. The men in the middle who can maintain the sense of the people are the men who show the totem of the OTA group.
"Is it all him?" he said angrily
The roar played a role, and the noise became a little smaller, but soon he was engulfed by boiling abuse.
The younger brothers of the Fushan group are not as obedient as the members of the OTA group. Moreover, their elder brothers all hold their arms and sneer with no intention of dissuading them.
That attitude is obvious. I Fushan group and Jinjing group, can give you face, but just a few if head, not qualified!On the contrary, not a single cadre appeared, which made them feel despised.
More than 600 people gathered at a four lane intersection. It was so chaotic. It was like a group of flies buzzing around. YeChuan's face was livid, and he felt his head was going to explode.
He saw a Shabi young man spitting in the face of provocation. What's more, the man's poor oral skills spit on the smooth head of YeChuan.
The disgusting mucus glides down the skull and flows through the corners of his eyes. However, the young man who started it seems to be unaware of what's going on and patronizes to quarrel with the opposite side.
"You don't want him to die!" Wild Sichuan fury unceasingly, master inside Qi spread out, on the spot a slap that young man pats to fly.
Bang, the young man bumped into a pole in a mess. The young man's head was smashed and the whole pole was broken. In the night, the blue wire collapsed.
"Lying trough, this high-voltage line is electrified to death. Run
"Don't push me, don't push me!"
"Who stepped on my foot?"
With the collapse of the pole, people on both sides were able to be quiet for a moment.
Yekawa is nervous. If you wait for Sato to come for a long time, but you see the same situation as the vegetable market, you can't think that he is not competent?
Just as he was thinking about it, a Mercedes Benz stepped on the accelerator to the end and roared out of the night.
It is only 50 meters away from the intersection where the crowd gathered, but there is no sign of braking!
The collapse of the power pole -- hundreds of people in the Fushan group and the Jinjing group were in a state of consternation. At this rare moment, Mercedes Benz made a perfect debut!
The driver was obviously an old driver with a beautiful tail flick across the middle of the line.
The leaders of the Fushan group and the Jinjing group glanced at the license plate number, and their faces flashed with a look of fear. Finally, the cadres of the Datian group came!
"Corpse picker", Sato.
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Yulon security office, C District, Kanagawa Prefecture.
In the reception room, Sato rarely smiles.
In front of him, there was a little fat little man named Xiangyuan, who was the director of the public security office. When Xiangyuan knew that Sato had visited for a long time, he immediately came out to greet him with a smile and invited the leader of the OTA group to the reception room.
"Oh, I didn't expect to ask Mr. Sato to come by himself." Xiangyuan smiles politely, then glances behind Sato for a long time. Xiangyuan says strangely: "this is..."
"It's called the foot of the mountain."
"This is the director of Xiangyuan. Yulong Street and the surrounding development zones are under his jurisdiction," Sato said
Lin Nan nodded his head, but he didn't show too much enthusiasm, and Xiangyuan was used to it. All the young gangsters were arrogant and cold.
Xiangyuan took his eyes back and asked Sato and Lin Nan to take a seat. Then he said, "I think Mr. Sato is here for that?"
"Not bad." Sato nodded for a long time. He quietly pushed an envelope along the table. Lin Nan's eyes were sharp. It was estimated that the thick stack was Japanese yen, which was more than three million.
Sato and director Xiangyuan seem to have a good discussion, one push, one answer, under the cover of the tea tray, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect the abnormality. After the episode, Sato said apologetically: "these moths are found in area C, because of the ineffective supervision of the Datian group. We are very sorry for this, and ask director Xiangyuan to say a few words in the self defense forces."
Xiangyuan laughs and claps his fat palm on his chest: "don't worry, those people who died are all gangsters. If they are handled properly, they will not be investigated."
"But Sato, you have to know that the Z government has entrusted such a large c District to you for management. You should not betray the trust of your superiors! The conflict between the Fushan and Jinjing formations has already affected the daily lives of the civilians. If it continues to expand, we will have to consider choosing another "manager."
Carrot and stick, Xiangyuan cold face beat.
"I know, I know." Sato laughs for a long time, "although Xiangyuan's director is at ease, today, Fukuyama group will definitely stop."
…
Walking out of the security office, Lin Nan asked, "where are you going next?"
"Yulon street." Sato is in a bad mood.
Xiangyuan's director and organization put a lot of pressure on him. If the mediation of this conflict is not good, the most optimistic result is to go to the battlefield as cannon fodder. Maybe he will be dealt with by family law and set an example to others.
Mercedes Benz is speeding on the road.
Lin Nan looks at Sato through the central rearview mirror. He holds his arms in his arms as if he is dozing off. Sato holds a samurai sword in his arms. The scabbard is white, and there is a ruby in the middle. In addition, there is a golden snake for decoration, which swallows the ruby from all sides of the scabbard.
This knife should have an extraordinary origin. Before getting on the bus, Sato took it out from under the back seat cushion cloth with a serious and solemn expression.
With a white handkerchief carefully wipe the dust on the knife, until the blade morihan can be used as a mirror, Sato nodded contentedly.
Soon, the Mercedes Benz arrived at the scheduled place.
This is the dividing line of Yulong Street. On the left is the Jinjing group, and on the right is the Fushan group. Usually, their wells do not cross the river. On both sides of this dividing line are two public buildings, a bank and a children's fund, which divide the spheres of influence of both sides.
When he heard that there were 600 people in these two organizations, Lin Nan was ready. But when he saw the scene with his own eyes, he couldn't help sighing. The cohesion of the Japanese underworld is terrible.
On both sides of the dividing line, the Fushan and Jinjing formations are staring at each other fiercely. More than 600 people are armed with weapons like steel knives. Low priced cars like Nissan and Toyota are parked everywhere. The snow-white headlights are on, the engines are buzzing, and there are many motorcycles. Young people are sitting on the top of the car, whistling and waving sticks in the back seat.
It's nearly ten o'clock in the winter. It's snowing.
The temperature is a little cold, but it is not as hot as the Fushan group.
On this day, all the civilians in Yulong Street were closed and hid at home. What's more, they were scared to rent hotels.
Most of the people in the Fushan group are young people. They are enthusiastic and impulsive. It seems that the atmosphere in the field will be fierce at any time. The men in the middle who can maintain the sense of the people are the men who show the totem of the OTA group.
"Is it all him?" he said angrily
The roar played a role, and the noise became a little smaller, but soon he was engulfed by boiling abuse.
The younger brothers of the Fushan group are not as obedient as the members of the OTA group. Moreover, their elder brothers all hold their arms and sneer with no intention of dissuading them.
That attitude is obvious. I Fushan group and Jinjing group, can give you face, but just a few if head, not qualified!On the contrary, not a single cadre appeared, which made them feel despised.
More than 600 people gathered at a four lane intersection. It was so chaotic. It was like a group of flies buzzing around. YeChuan's face was livid, and he felt his head was going to explode.
He saw a Shabi young man spitting in the face of provocation. What's more, the man's poor oral skills spit on the smooth head of YeChuan.
The disgusting mucus glides down the skull and flows through the corners of his eyes. However, the young man who started it seems to be unaware of what's going on and patronizes to quarrel with the opposite side.
"You don't want him to die!" Wild Sichuan fury unceasingly, master inside Qi spread out, on the spot a slap that young man pats to fly.
Bang, the young man bumped into a pole in a mess. The young man's head was smashed and the whole pole was broken. In the night, the blue wire collapsed.
"Lying trough, this high-voltage line is electrified to death. Run
"Don't push me, don't push me!"
"Who stepped on my foot?"
With the collapse of the pole, people on both sides were able to be quiet for a moment.
Yekawa is nervous. If you wait for Sato to come for a long time, but you see the same situation as the vegetable market, you can't think that he is not competent?
Just as he was thinking about it, a Mercedes Benz stepped on the accelerator to the end and roared out of the night.
It is only 50 meters away from the intersection where the crowd gathered, but there is no sign of braking!
The collapse of the power pole -- hundreds of people in the Fushan group and the Jinjing group were in a state of consternation. At this rare moment, Mercedes Benz made a perfect debut!
The driver was obviously an old driver with a beautiful tail flick across the middle of the line.
The leaders of the Fushan group and the Jinjing group glanced at the license plate number, and their faces flashed with a look of fear. Finally, the cadres of the Datian group came!
"Corpse picker", Sato.
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Yulon security office, C District, Kanagawa Prefecture. In the reception room, Sato rarely smiles. In front of him, there was a little fat little man named Xiangyuan, who was the director of the public security office. When Xiangyuan knew that Sato had visited for a long time, he immediately came out to greet him with a smile and invited the leader of the OTA group to the reception room. "Oh, I didn't expect to ask Mr. Sato to come by himself." Xiangyuan smiles politely, then glances behind Sato for a long time. Xiangyuan says strangely: "this is..." "It's called the foot of the mountain." "This is the director of Xiangyuan. Yulong Street and the surrounding development zones are under his jurisdiction," Sato said Lin Nan nodded his head, but he didn't show too much enthusiasm, and Xiangyuan was used to it. All the young gangsters were arrogant and cold. Xiangyuan took his eyes back and asked Sato and Lin Nan to take a seat. Then he said, "I think Mr. Sato is here for that?" "Not bad." Sato nodded for a long time. He quietly pushed an envelope along the table. Lin Nan's eyes were sharp. It was estimated that the thick stack was Japanese yen, which was more than three million. Sato and director Xiangyuan seem to have a good discussion, one push, one answer, under the cover of the tea tray, it is difficult for ordinary people to detect the abnormality. After the episode, Sato said apologetically: "these moths are found in area C, because of the ineffective supervision of the Datian group. We are very sorry for this, and ask director Xiangyuan to say a few words in the self defense forces." Xiangyuan laughs and claps his fat palm on his chest: "don't worry, those people who died are all gangsters. If they are handled properly, they will not be investigated." "But Sato, you have to know that the Z government has entrusted such a large c District to you for management. You should not betray the trust of your superiors! The conflict between the Fushan and Jinjing formations has already affected the daily lives of the civilians. If it continues to expand, we will have to consider choosing another "manager." Carrot and stick, Xiangyuan cold face beat. "I know, I know." Sato laughs for a long time, "although Xiangyuan's director is at ease, today, Fukuyama group will definitely stop." Walking out of the security office, Lin Nan asked, "where are you going next?" "Yulon street." Sato is in a bad mood. Xiangyuan's director and organization put a lot of pressure on him. If the mediation of this conflict is not good, the most optimistic result is to go to the battlefield as cannon fodder. Maybe he will be dealt with by family law and set an example to others. Mercedes Benz is speeding on the road. Lin Nan looks at Sato through the central rearview mirror. He holds his arms in his arms as if he is dozing off. Sato holds a samurai sword in his arms. The scabbard is white, and there is a ruby in the middle. In addition, there is a golden snake for decoration, which swallows the ruby from all sides of the scabbard. This knife should have an extraordinary origin. Before getting on the bus, Sato took it out from under the back seat cushion cloth with a serious and solemn expression. With a white handkerchief carefully wipe the dust on the knife, until the blade morihan can be used as a mirror, Sato nodded contentedly. Soon, the Mercedes Benz arrived at the scheduled place. This is the dividing line of Yulong Street. On the left is the Jinjing group, and on the right is the Fushan group. Usually, their wells do not cross the river. On both sides of this dividing line are two public buildings, a bank and a children's fund, which divide the spheres of influence of both sides. When he heard that there were 600 people in these two organizations, Lin Nan was ready. But when he saw the scene with his own eyes, he couldn't help sighing. The cohesion of the Japanese underworld is terrible. On both sides of the dividing line, the Fushan and Jinjing formations are staring at each other fiercely. More than 600 people are armed with weapons like steel knives. Low priced cars like Nissan and Toyota are parked everywhere. The snow-white headlights are on, the engines are buzzing, and there are many motorcycles. Young people are sitting on the top of the car, whistling and waving sticks in the back seat. It's nearly ten o'clock in the winter. It's snowing. The temperature is a little cold, but it is not as hot as the Fushan group. On this day, all the civilians in Yulong Street were closed and hid at home. What's more, they were scared to rent hotels. Most of the people in the Fushan group are young people. They are enthusiastic and impulsive. It seems that the atmosphere in the field will be fierce at any time. The men in the middle who can maintain the sense of the people are the men who show the totem of the OTA group. "Is it all him?" he said angrily The roar played a role, and the noise became a little smaller, but soon he was engulfed by boiling abuse. The younger brothers of the Fushan group are not as obedient as the members of the OTA group. Moreover, their elder brothers all hold their arms and sneer with no intention of dissuading them. That attitude is obvious. I Fushan group and Jinjing group, can give you face, but just a few if head, not qualified!On the contrary, not a single cadre appeared, which made them feel despised. More than 600 people gathered at a four lane intersection. It was so chaotic. It was like a group of flies buzzing around. YeChuan's face was livid, and he felt his head was going to explode. He saw a Shabi young man spitting in the face of provocation. What's more, the man's poor oral skills spit on the smooth head of YeChuan. The disgusting mucus glides down the skull and flows through the corners of his eyes. However, the young man who started it seems to be unaware of what's going on and patronizes to quarrel with the opposite side. "You don't want him to die!" Wild Sichuan fury unceasingly, master inside Qi spread out, on the spot a slap that young man pats to fly. Bang, the young man bumped into a pole in a mess. The young man's head was smashed and the whole pole was broken. In the night, the blue wire collapsed. "Lying trough, this high-voltage line is electrified to death. Run "Don't push me, don't push me!" "Who stepped on my foot?" With the collapse of the pole, people on both sides were able to be quiet for a moment. Yekawa is nervous. If you wait for Sato to come for a long time, but you see the same situation as the vegetable market, you can't think that he is not competent? Just as he was thinking about it, a Mercedes Benz stepped on the accelerator to the end and roared out of the night. It is only 50 meters away from the intersection where the crowd gathered, but there is no sign of braking! The collapse of the power pole -- hundreds of people in the Fushan group and the Jinjing group were in a state of consternation. At this rare moment, Mercedes Benz made a perfect debut! The driver was obviously an old driver with a beautiful tail flick across the middle of the line. The leaders of the Fushan group and the Jinjing group glanced at the license plate number, and their faces flashed with a look of fear. Finally, the cadres of the Datian group came! "Corpse picker", Sato. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
