Zhang Yang didn't talk to him anymore, but put on his gloves and rummaged through the boxes in his room under his nose, pretending to be looking for something else. Finally, with an expressionless expression, he took what he found with him.
Well, there is also a bag of out-of-print island love action movies.
Then left.
As soon as Zhang Yang left, Ueshima Iwai immediately sat down on the ground and collapsed into a ball. It's over, it's over, will Yoshikawa silence him?
I can't stay in this place anymore.
He climbed up from the ground frantically, and then began to count the things he had taken away with Zhang Yang.
Laptop, his own diary, two mobile phones, and even a Bible, he seems to be interested in all paper things.
And these things happen to be used by many when communicating with those people, so what this means is already very clear. This Haneda Hikaru is clearly the vanguard, destroying evidence as early as possible.
So next, is it going to be silenced?
Zhang Yang walked out of Ueshima Iwai's room and started editing the text message casually: "Stop talking nonsense, you now know my situation. I have a lot of things for you. If you don't want to inconvenience you, just transfer it to my account."
One billion... Otherwise, a person who is prepared to die can do anything."
Then it was sent to Hisano Yoshikawa.
Then he compiled another text message and sent it to Matsudagawa Dairo: "Where are you? I'm looking for you urgently. It's not convenient to answer the phone. Remember to delete the message after receiving it."
After going downstairs, Watanabe Tsune and Shangjima Iwai's subordinates all looked at Zhang Yang with a hint of horror in their eyes.
"Mr. Shangdao is tired and needs to take a rest. Don't bother him." Zhang Yang said calmly.
"What did you do to Mr. Shangdao?" The guards stared at Zhang Yang with horrified expressions, but considering his skills, no one dared to approach.
"If you're worried, you might as well go and see for yourself." Zhang Yang said with a faint smile.
When he got downstairs, he called Watanabe Tsune over again: "Watanabe-kun, watch that guy, especially at night. Don't let him escape."
"Does Haneda Police know something?" Watanabe Tsune asked with a hint of respect, because he heard a hint from Zhang Yang's tone.
"It's just a guess." Zhang Yang frowned and said, "This guy is involved in too many inside stories and is very suspicious. Maybe he might escape overnight... In short, be careful."
"Then should I ask for support?" Watanabe Hisashi's face couldn't help but change.
"It's just a guess... I'm not sure." Zhang Yang reached out and patted his shoulder, "The most important thing is to protect yourselves. There are some things that people of our level cannot decide."
"Thank you for the reminder!" Hearing this, Watanabe Hisashi couldn't help but have a look of gratitude on his face. There was a shady secret behind this.
Then, in the admiration and complicated eyes of Watanabe Tsune, Zhang Yang drove the car and left quietly.
Not long after driving, I received a text message from Matsudagawa Dairo: "Shinjuku...Kabukicho...What are you doing, Ueshima-san?"
Shinjuku Kabukicho? It's not that far away. Zhang Yang couldn't help but sneer when he looked at the text message. He just tried his luck and sent one. Unexpectedly, a blind cat encountered a dead mouse. Matsudagawa Dairou actually replied, "This is you."
court death.
"The [Indian Strength Oil] you gave me last time was very effective. I've been holding it back for the past few days... Can you help me get some more?" Zhang Yang replied to him.
The so-called Indian energy oil is the aphrodisiac that Seiyuyako secretly fed to Zhang Yang. It was something given to Ueshima Iwai by Matsudagawa Dairo, but Seiyuyako took it and drank it on herself.
There was no response for a long time. After five or six minutes, I quickly got a reply from him on the phone: "Hey, I'm at the skro store. Let me know when the senior has arrived... I said that that thing is very useful for women. This time, senior
Which beauty are you planning to attack? Does Sakurai Kaoru have no chance?"
Is it very useful for women? So this is a drug for women, right? There was thunder rolling in the sky, no wonder he passed out after taking it...
And looking at this guy’s target, he is still Sakurai Kaoru? Do Ueshima Iwai and Matsudagawa Dairo still want to get involved with Sakurai Kaoru?
Damn, Zhang Yang's fist couldn't help but tighten slightly, these two guys can't stay in the world.
Soon, he arrived at Shinjuku Kabukicho.
Shinjuku Kabukicho, a tiny place, is the largest ** in Asia. It is densely packed with more than 5,000 hotels, chat shops, blind date shops, ** hotels, pachinko casinos, custom shops and other shops. There are many gangs inside.
, it is said that there are more than 70 gangs and thousands of gang members, large and small.
Among them, Sumiyoshi Kai is the largest. At the same time, there are also many gangs composed of Chinese nationalities, such as Nanqing, Qingtian, etc., and there are also gangs from Japan and Han Liren.
This small area is one of the places with the highest crime rates in the Chrysanthemum Kingdom.
Zhang Yang used the navigator to quickly find the skro store and found that it was a ** club, which should be regarded as a relatively high-end one in **.
At this time, it was already early twelve o'clock in the evening, but the place was still brightly lit and feasting, and from time to time, you could see sexy and scantily clad women standing at the door of the store soliciting customers.
There are also many hooligan-like gangsters dressed in weird and weird clothes, covered in tattoos, or wearing all kinds of nose rings and earrings hanging around there.
At this point, it is indeed time for this group of people to start hanging out.
Zhang Yang found a place, parked the car, got out of the car and walked. Now he was wearing a mask, a thin stand-up collar jacket, a gray shirt underneath, black denim boots and combat boots, and his hands were
Wearing a pair of gloves, this outfit is very conspicuous compared to those gangsters wearing strange clothes.
Fortunately, except for a few drunk guys whistling at him, no one came to trouble him.
When he arrived at the entrance of ** Club, Zhang Yang looked around and after avoiding possible surveillance cameras, he sent a text message to Matsudagawa Dalang.
"Already arrived! At the door."
This ** club seemed to be membership-only. When Zhang Yang stood at the door, he found two clerks in black uniforms standing at the door checking people who came in and asking them to show their membership cards.
Zhang Yang waited for a while, and a strong man with dyed red hair, wearing a yellow shirt, about 1.8 meters tall, about 27 or 27 years old, came out with a cigarette in his mouth.
After coming out, he looked around at the door, his eyes fell on Zhang Yang, and then moved away. Under the flashing neon lights, the suspicion on his face was vaguely visible.
Then, he took out his mobile phone and seemed to be dialing a number.
Zhang Yang has set Ueshima Iwai's cell phone to vibrate mode, so he is not afraid that it will ring if he receives a call.
Sure enough, as soon as the guy dialed the number, Zhang Yang's phone vibrated in his pocket.
In other words, this guy is Matsudagawa Dairo. According to the information obtained previously, Matsudagawa Dairo's hair is not dyed, and he is also fatter than the guy in front of him.
But now I took a closer look and found that he was Matsudagawa Dairo, my target.
Zhang Yang walked up and looked at him calmly.
Matsudagawa Dalang clearly felt the hostility in Zhang Yang's eyes, and then he held the phone, glanced at Zhang Yang, and snorted: "Fucking pig?"
Unexpectedly, he could actually tell that he was Chinese? And he even opened his mouth to curse.
Zhang Yang didn't talk nonsense to him, and deliberately scolded him in Osaka dialect first: "You ****!"
He stepped forward and punched him directly in the stomach.
Matsudagawa Dalang immediately bent over in pain, clutching his stomach, and the mobile phone in his hand was also snatched away by Zhang Yang.
"Baga...what are you doing?" Matsudagawa Dalang's stomach felt like his intestines were twisted, and his internal organs were so painful that they seemed to have been displaced by the punch. He was almost speechless.
But soon, Zhang Yang followed up with a second punch, hitting him directly in the face.
"Puff!" Matsudagawa Dalang was immediately knocked down by a punch and fell to the ground on his side.
Two men in black uniforms at the entrance of the store looked surprised and hurried over.
"Boy, this is our territory." The two men were just about to take action when they saw a dark muzzle. They took a deep breath and hurriedly retreated, probably to find reinforcements.
"Baga, who are you?" Matsudagawa Dalang covered his cheek and slowly got up again. Now his mouth was full of blood. He was still fierce, but he soon found that his chin and throat were covered with blood.
The man held a gun to his head.
The cold muzzle of the gun instantly wiped out his ferocious aura.
His body couldn't help but tremble: "Do you know...who I am? I am..."
"Do you still remember that Chinese girl you raped back then? Today is the time for you to die to apologize." Zhang Yang stared at him coldly, reached out and grabbed his ears, and twisted them tightly.
"Ah..." Matsudagawa Dalang opened his eyes wide, his head was turned back, his eyes were staring at Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang slammed the handle of his pistol, and smashed back all the words he was about to say.
Then he was kicked down. Matsudagawa Dalang got up and tried to escape. Zhang Yang took aim at his chest and fired.
He lost his balance and immediately fell to the ground, but when he tried to get up and escape again, Zhang Yang shot him in the back again, and Matsudagawa Dalang's body immediately fell down weakly.
Zhang Yang walked over, walked past him, turned around, and shot him twice more in the head.
After seeing a bloody dance flying out of his head, Zhang Yang put the gun back in his pocket and quickly disappeared into a side alley as if there was no one there.
It was only at this moment that the people on the roadside reacted, but what was unexpected was that their faces were more indifferent, and no one even called the police.
Back in the car, Zhang Yang took off his gloves and started the car with a calm expression.
Except for the two gangsters at the door who may have seen his eyes, no other traces will be left.
Matsudagawa Dairo was killed so easily, but this was just the beginning.
Sons of the Peng family, it will be your turn soon. Zhang Yang stretched out his index finger across his nose, with a faint smell of blood, stepped on the accelerator, and the black crown sped away and disappeared into the thick night. (