Chapter 513 Special Interview with the Leader of the Black Organization (Chapter Two in One)
At the entrance of the Chinese restaurant on the sixth floor, Takamichi Fujioka watched one of his targets leave with the girl who was radiating chills. He raised his hand and tapped his earphones twice.
He had made two preparations for this operation. First, if the two people stayed together, he would take them away in one wave. Second, if the two were separated, he would let other people on standby catch the boy.
Snake's information clearly stated that the Karasuma Group did not bring any bodyguards, and another member who sneaked on board as a photographer in advance also said that they did not see any security personnel around them at the banquet last night.
He didn't bring a bodyguard, but he had a nanny. He was truly a young master of a consortium. He had to be taken care of even if he was wearing clothes.
But this is a good thing for the mission. It means that the boy is more delicate and has no strength value, so it is easy to tie him up... There is no problem with the young master. Now it is time to prepare and kidnap the older one too.
Fujioka Takamichi brushed his hand over the pistol hidden in his waist and looked at the chairman of the Karasuma Group who had his back turned to him.
The man seemed ignorant of the impending crisis.
Thinking that this big shot who had been in the upper class for many years would show an expression of surprise or even fear later, a twisted excitement welled up in Fujioka Takamichi's heart.
Although he has not offended him, and his reputation among the people is quite good, it does not prevent him from being happy when he sees these people fall into the clouds.
It wasn't until the young man's back was completely invisible that the chairman of the Karasuma Group withdrew his gaze. His red eyes fell firmly on Fujioka Ryūdō and asked, "Where are we going to interview?"
Fujioka Takamichi immediately stopped the sexual desire in his head and glanced at a closed door not far away.
"There happens to be an empty conference room in front of me."
…
The cruise ship continues to sail smoothly.
As soon as he entered the conference room, Fujioka Takamichi was stunned.
Through the floor-to-ceiling window not far away, he actually saw fireworks being set off outside.
The gorgeous fireworks were extremely eye-catching in the night sky. Even if the lights were not turned on, the area by the window was still illuminated. He saw a black dragon ornament placed on the low table in front of the window.
The name of this ship is the Nidhogg, which is taken from the mythical dragon that symbolizes disaster and despair. Not only did the Suzuki Group not find it unlucky, but they carefully arranged it so that such decorations can be seen everywhere on the ship.
I don't know if it was a matter of angle, but Fujioka Ryūdō stood at the door and looked in. He always felt that the giant dragon looked more like a crow with its wings folded, and its red eyes were staring at him.
He muttered something in his mind and fumbled to turn on the light without thinking too much.
The room suddenly became bright.
There was a clock hanging on the wall opposite. Fujioka Takamichi looked up and saw the time. It happened to be 6:30, 10 minutes before the explosion.
The two sat down on the sofa by the window. The fake reporter sat upright and pretended to take out his notebook and pen.
This kind of interview is actually very informal, but it doesn't matter. He is just here to delay time. The organization originally planned to use the virus to cause riots, but Snake said that there are many police officers on the ship. If one or two people are infected, they will only be quarantined, and the entire ship cannot be in chaos.
got up, so they chose the second, more extreme and violent method.
Many police officers pretended to be ordinary tourists. Fujioka Takamichi was not sure if there were any in the restaurant next door. When he went to talk, he felt several people looking at him. If there was too much noise here, the police dogs would easily detect abnormalities.
So it's safest to wait until after the explosion.
"Mr. Crowe."
Fujioka Takamichi cleared his throat, restrained his malice, and completely transformed himself into the role of a reporter: "You have not shown your face in public for the past fourteen years. Even if a long-term business partner holds a banquet, you have never participated.
Why did you suddenly accept the Suzuki Group’s invitation?”
"There is no reason, it just comes out when I think about it."
Crowe sat leaning there casually. He paused and added: "If I have to find a reason, it is that there will be a feast that I like on the cruise tonight."
feast?
Fujioka Takamichi recalled the schedule. The manual stated that there would be only the Suzuki Group's jewelry show tonight and no other banquets at all.
... Could it be some secret banquet held by these rich people that cannot be made public?
As a member of a criminal organization, Takamichi Fujioka's targets are mostly various gems. He has come into contact with many wealthy people and knows that many of them appear to be sanctimonious, but actually have shameful habits.
He thoughtfully did not ask in detail and started a new question: "How did you become the chairman of Karasuma Group?"
"Why do you want to ask this?"
Crowe's voice was calm. Fujioka Ryūdō listened carefully to his tone and could not hear any anger at having his privacy being explored.
"Excuse me, because you seem to have no blood relationship with the previous chairman, and I don't see a wife accompanying you..."
Company inheritance is generally passed on to children. If the daughter has no ambitions and just wants to be a happy wife, then the son-in-law will inherit it. This kind of son-in-law and adopted son is not uncommon in Japan.
But the surname of the man in front of me is still Crow - although he is also a crow, he is not Karasuma after all.
"Because I raised his daughter."
Crowe gave an unexpected answer.
"The former chairman was busy conducting various drug experiments and left his daughter in the laboratory. He only occasionally asked her about her medication. The laboratory staff did not know how to take care of children, and several had been accidentally raised to death before, so they chose me.
To take care of his last daughter."
"...?"
Fujioka Ryūdō’s hand holding the pen stopped.
This is a story about a male mother...nanny becoming a nanny?
And the former chairman had a child who was raised to death? Modern times are not like ancient times with poor medical conditions. How could a child die if he was raised well? One death can be an unfortunate accident, but several of them are gone together... Yes
Are the mothers of illegitimate children at each other's throats? Or do the Karasuma family members have some serious congenital disease?
Fujioka Ryūdō has several bloody plots of palace dramas in his mind.
"Then before you became...well, raised his daughter for him, did you work in medicine, or did your family own a pharmaceutical company?"
The man in front of him has been the chairman for nearly fourteen years, and the Karasuma Group has grown so powerfully under his hands that he cannot believe that he was an ordinary person before.
"I come from a musical family. No one in the family is in business. Before I joined the Karasuma Group, I was so poor that I couldn't even pay for my biological daughter's medical expenses. I had to sell my last violin."
"But even if I sold everything I could and sold myself, I still couldn't save her life in the end."
Crowe's tone was light, and after he finished speaking, he looked up at the fireworks outside.
Fujioka Ryūdō frowned, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger.
This was obviously a tragedy, but the client in front of him spoke so calmly as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. No matter how he listened, he could not feel any emotional fluctuations in the other party.
...It happened too long ago and the pain has been healed?
Fujioka Takamichi suddenly remembered that the Karasuma Group had been producing and selling various cheap life-saving drugs since fourteen years ago.
Did he do this for this unfortunate daughter?
——Because my daughter once couldn’t afford to be ill and died, so after I became the chairman of a pharmaceutical company, I began to vigorously promote cheap drugs to help those who were in the same situation as me in the past.
Fujioka Ryūdō was once again enlightened.
"winter."
There was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from his earphones, which made him come back to his senses.
...It seems that the group of people who attacked the young master succeeded?
Fujioka Takamichi did not touch the headphones, and even though there was no sound from the other side, he did not ask - there was a bigger target sitting opposite him.
Crowe looked up and admired the fireworks. The colorful lights shone on his face, making his expression look softer.
He still didn't seem to know anything.
"I'm sorry to have touched your sadness... Did you encounter any difficulties in the process of taking over the group?"
"There was a little bit when I first took office."
Crowe withdrew his gaze and raised his hand to touch the black dragon ornament on the table.
His fingers brushed over the lifelike scales, followed the wings, and slowly touched its body.
"There are always some diehards of my predecessor who feel that I am not the legitimate heir and are very uncooperative with my orders. They also want to push me down and replace me."
"Then what?" Fujioka Takamichi asked with interest.
"I fired them, along with all their family and friends."
"It was a bit of a fuss at the time, but fortunately, other people became obedient after that. They respected me, trusted me, obeyed me, knelt at my feet, and offered me all their loyalty..."
"I will never hear a voice that disobeys me again."
Crowe laughed softly.
His fingers touched one of the black dragon's eyes. His skin was quite pale, and his bloodless fingers were pressed against the round stone, making it so red that it looked like it could drip blood.
A chill silently crept up Fujioka Ryūdō's back. He didn't feel any malice or murderous intent, but he suddenly shivered.
He suddenly looked up and saw that the windows around him were completely closed. The coolness came inexplicably.
Takamichi Fujioka ignored this strange feeling. He estimated the time and asked the last few questions: "According to the recently updated rich list, you have become the richest man in Japan for several consecutive years with a personal worth of US$88.8 billion. You
How do you feel about this?”
As long as the prices of the Karasuma Group's drugs continue to rise, the man in front of him will be worth more, and becoming the world's number one will not be a problem.
After all, no one will have trouble with his own life. From ancient times to the present, from kings to beggars, from the richest man to the children in the slums, who will not get sick? Which one does not need medicine?
Upon hearing this question, the smile on Crowe's face disappeared.
"No idea. I have no interest in money and have never cared about it. If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known how much I am worth now."
He sighed softly. His appearance reminded Fujioka Takamichi of Snake for some reason.
Before the zoo member codenamed Kate could think about it, the chairman of Karasuma Group continued——
"I used to like making money very much, and I would count every penny carefully... Now I have new pursuits. No matter how much money I make, it is a rigid number for me."
"When I see the financial statements sent by the group at the end of every year, the numbers on them just make me feel bored."
He glanced outside and saw the fireworks outside lighting up the entire sky.
"——Those countless zeros are not as beautiful as the fireworks in front of you."
"………………"
Fujioka Takamichi silently clenched his pen, trying hard to control his expression not to distort, but he still felt that he could break the pen in his hand in the next second.
...Damn rich man, I want you to look good later.
"... What are the strategic goals of the group in the next three to five years?" Fujioka Takashi admired himself for continuing to ask, "Will it continue to expand the Japanese and overseas markets?"
Crowe put down the ornaments, thought for a while and said: "What the future holds depends on what path my heir will choose."
Fujioka Takamichi chuckled in his heart and said with respect on his face: "Will your heir's style of doing things be different from yours?"
"It's different, because our dreams... to be precise, they are what we each pursue, which are fundamentally different."
Crowe stood up suddenly. Fujioka Ryūdō was startled by him. He thought he had discovered something, so he subconsciously reached for the gun.
"He likes money. Even if he knew nothing about the work of pharmaceutical companies before, he would still work hard to learn new knowledge in order to better take over the company and develop it."
"And I..."
"boom--!"
A huge explosion sounded and the lights went out instantly.
But the room was not dark, and the light from the fireworks outside the window allowed Takashi Fujioka to completely see the person in front of him.
The man named Crow stood by the window with one hand on the floor-to-ceiling window. Even if the explosion happened, he still stood there motionless, without even frowning - as if everything that happened now was within his expectation.
"Instead of making it bigger and stronger, destroy it completely at its most perfect moment..."
The smile on the Karasuma Group chairman's face sent chills down Fujioka Ryūdō's back, and his mind almost went blank. His instinctive fear made him completely forget about the leader's request to capture him alive and try not to hurt him, and he directly took out his gun and pointed it at the opponent.
"Bang!
"
There was a gunshot.
No one fell, and the bullets seemed to disappear out of thin air.
"——That's more interesting, right?"
Fujioka Takamichi was too stunned to say a word, only the hand holding the gun kept shaking.
"boom--!
"
The second explosion sounded, and the ship's hull shook violently and began to tilt to one side.
"That's the end of the interview. Thank you for spending time with me. I have other things to do now, so I'll excuse you for now."
Crowe had the same decent smile on his face as when he entered the conference room. He straightened his collar, as if he was not facing a shipwreck, but was going to a feast he had been looking forward to for a long time.
He walked past him. When he passed by him, he raised his right hand, and the missing bullet was held in his palm.
Fujioka Takamichi stood there motionless, watching helplessly as the pale hand got closer and closer to him, like a teacher in kindergarten putting stickers on the foreheads of good children, and gently pressed on the center of his forehead.
The bullet completely penetrated his skull.
There was a sound of a body falling behind him, and Spiatus didn't look back and walked along the corridor towards the deck.
The wind was so strong on the deck that one could hardly keep his eyes open.
He heard howls coming from the distance, from men, women, children, and the hoarse voices of law enforcers to dissuade and comfort him; he heard footsteps, rapid, panicked, frightened, and noisy mixed in.
Together, he strives to squeeze towards the meager hope; he hears the sound of fireworks, high above, overlooking the bottom, continuing to bloom leisurely and beautifully.
Above is heaven and below is hell.
Spiatus stretched out his hands to the world for the first time, wanting to embrace the dream that was within his reach.
——This is what he looks forward to most, a feast of despair that lives up to Nidhogg’s name.
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