"Investigate, but you must be careful. I just need to know who the other party is, and there must be no more conflicts." Sato Fumio said repeatedly.

After hanging up the phone, Fumio Sato took a deep breath and looked at Hiroaki Tanimura. His tone lost the anger just now, "The people who were investigating your men were evacuating your family members, and they opened fire."

Hiroaki Tanimura:!!!

It’s over!

Hiroaki Tanimura stood there dumbly, sweat dripping from his forehead. This look frightened Fumio Sato.

It's not a big deal, so you won't be scared like this, which also means that Toshiba can't escape!

"Speak quickly!" Sato Fumio shouted loudly.

"Four years ago, I, I sold 4 sets of five-axis machine tools to Lao Maozi..." After saying that, Hiroaki Tanimura seemed to have been drained of strength and sat down on the ground.

Fumio Sato opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Hiroaki Tanimura, his mind going blank!

It’s over!

Got it!

Five-axis CNC machine tools are now the pinnacle products of Western precision machinery. They represent the basic level of a country's industry and the ultimate state it can achieve.

It has a wide range of application environments. On the surface, four sets of five-axis CNC machine tools may seem to have limited improvement in the overall industrial level of a country, but they can play a vital role in the military industry.

Today, the only people in the world who can challenge the US military industry are Lao Maozi, and Hiroaki Tanimura is the one who sold to them!

It is certain that those investigating are Americans. Combined with the current anti-Japanese sentiment in the United States...

Toshiba, pills!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Sato Fumio became. When he looked at Tanimura Hiroaki, his eyes were full of murderous intent. He really wanted to kill this idiot with a thousand knives, but his reason told him that he could not do this.

He must now control Hiroaki Tanimura and at least save his life.

In the future, he will need to be handed over to top the tank, if necessary.

The atmosphere in the office was very depressing, no one spoke, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Until the phone on the table rang again, "Well, okay, please, Toshiba will not forget, okay, I understand."

Sato Fumio picked up the pen and wrote an address on the desktop, then picked up the phone again and dialed.

The Sumiyoshi Association only found out where those people lived, but they didn't dare to get close, let alone who lived there.

Although Sean often comes out for interviews, he rarely shows his face. The level of information is too high for Sumiyoshi to have access to.

But it's not difficult for Toshiba to find out.

I quickly obtained information from the government. The property apparently belonged to Akina Nakamori, but it was indeed purchased by Sean Rockefeller.

It's not the CIA. Not only did this not make Fumio Sato relax, it actually made him even more nervous.

If it were the U.S. government, it would be good to say that politicians can be bribed. After all, Reagan will step down in two years, and the price of bribery will not be too high.

But if it was Sean who took action, things would be in trouble.

Politicians are nothing after they step down, but the super rich will always be the super rich!

Power belongs to the individual!

Sean's appetite is not comparable to that of the U.S. government.

Throwing all the information in front of Tanimura Hiroaki, Sato Fumio said coldly: "Look at the good things you have done!"

A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor. He is the one who caused the problem. Let's see if he can do anything.

Kneeling on the ground, Hiroaki Tanimura quickly looked through the information. In the face of life and death crises, people's potential can always be maximized.

Not long after, Hiroaki Tanimura suddenly looked up at Fumio Sato, and said with murderous intent in his eyes: "Kill them, and everything will be smoothed out!"

Sato Fumio's eyelids twitched. He suppressed the emotions in his heart and asked calmly: "Who are you going to kill!?"

"Sean!" Tanimura Hiroaki roared with a ferocious face and red eyes: "The cause of everything is because of him. It was he who launched the Sony acquisition case, and it was his TV station that promoted it, which triggered a series of anti-Japanese agitation.

, and now he is investigating our Toshiba."

"It's all him. If he dies, no one will target us anymore!"

Sato Fumio looked at the crazy Tanimura Hiroaki and suddenly picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it.

With a 'pop' sound, the tea cup bloomed on Tanimura Hiroaki's head, and blood started to flow down.

Sato Fumio was still upset. He stood up from his seat, rushed to Tanimura Hiroaki and kicked him. While kicking, he yelled, "Bagaya, you idiot, go to hell!!"

After kicking her hard for more than a dozen times until she was exhausted, she panted and sat down on the sofa nearby!

Looking at the confused Tanimura Hiroaki, Sato Fumio cursed: "Tell me now, are you awake?"

"Sober, but why?" Hiroaki Tanimura lowered his head and asked.

"Idiot, let me ask you, how many people have been assassinated by the president of the United States."

"Four people were assassinated, Abraham Lincoln, James Garfield, William McKinley, John Leddy, and five others were assassinated, Andrew Jackson, Franklin Roosevelt, Harry

·Truman, Lald Ford, and current President Ronald Reagan." Hiroaki Tanimura knows them all.

"So far, a total of 40 presidents have been produced in the United States, with a one-tenth mortality rate, a one-fifth chance of being assassinated, and a narrow escape from death. Is there any more dangerous profession than this?" Fumio Sato tilted his head and looked at it.

Hiroaki Tanimura.

Hiroaki Tanimura shook his head.

"Then have you heard of any super-rich man being assassinated in modern times?" Sato Fumio continued to ask.

Hiroaki Tanimura was stunned.

The facts are before our eyes. The most powerful people in the world's largest country can be assassinated, and the death rate is very high.

However, no one dares to assassinate the real rich man!

The power of the president is given by the state, not by himself.

The rights of a rich man are given by his own money.

When money speaks, all truth is silent - Rothschild

Anyone who dares to assassinate a rich man will not only be retaliated by the rich man himself, but will also be targeted by other rich men.

This is provoking the entire wealthy class. No one can save him, including his family and the interest groups behind him. Everyone will die!

Sato Fumio raised his foot and kicked him over, "I asked you to find a way, not to send us all to hell!"

"If you dare to do this, the Mitsui Consortium will send everyone involved to die together without the Americans taking action!"

Sato Fumio shook his head, picked up the phone and called his secretary to come in and said: "Ask the company security to come over."

"Take him down, keep an eye on him, and don't let anything happen to him."

The office fell silent for a long time. Sato Fumio picked up the phone and dialed Sumiyoshi Kai, "Can you control the family members of those people on the list?"

"Who are those people?" the president of Sumiyoshi Club asked after thinking for a while.

"Probably the umbrella guy."

"You think highly of me, thank you, farewell!" President Sumiyoshi Club hung up the phone with a bang.

Why are you kidding me? I'm just a gangster, and you want me to go against the world's largest military contractor?

How fucking crazy do I have to be?

There is no need for a fleet or anything like that, just sending one hundred and eighty people can uproot the Sumiyoshi Society!

While he was cursing Fumio Sato in his mind that he was not a human being and wanted to push him into the fire pit, he heard rapid and rhythmic gunshots outside the door.

"Da da da" "ta da da" "ta da da"

What followed were exclamations and screams. The president of Sumiyoshi Club suddenly stood up with a solemn look on his face, "Come here, what's going on outside!"

"President, there is an attack. The person is fully armed and wearing a mask. I can't tell who he is, but he is dressed like an American!" A young man ran in and said with a panicked look on his face.

"What!" President Sumiyoshi Kai's head buzzed, and his body shook and he was about to fall to the ground.

No need to ask, I already guessed in my mind who it might be!

Just, why!!

Just because I looked at you one more time in the crowd!

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

Just go through any gate and use C4 to carry out directional blasting. The moment the wall was blown open, three members of the assault team entered and swept through with shotguns and assault rifles.

Seven or eight of the dozen or so Sumiyoshi-kai members in the courtyard fell instantly.

"Run!" the president of Sumiyoshi Club shouted. He didn't care about his image. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes and turned around before running towards the back.

Call the police?

nonexistent!

Not to mention whether they would turn into corpses when the police came, or what would happen if the police arrested them, most likely they would secretly release them afterwards.

The person who died was a gangster, not a big shot, or someone who was trying to protect the law.
To be continued...