"He's out for something. This is Takasaki, a new face who's not registered with the Metropolitan Police Department. I want him to get the goods from the team leader in the future."
"We have plenty of goods, but where is the money?" The leader of Chengzhi's team said bluntly and directly.
Aihiro Iijima quickly gave the yellow-haired gangster a look, and the yellow-haired gangster immediately put his backpack on the table.
The leader of Chengzhi's team opened his backpack, took out a stack of banknotes, and immediately smiled.
"Rumor has it that the batch of goods given to you was seized by the police. Now it seems to be fake. As long as you have money, you can get the goods."
The leader of Chengzhi's team put the money into the safe and locked it, then took out a bag of white powder the size of a palm from the drawer and placed it on the table.
"The purity of this batch of goods is very good. According to my market research, the poor people in Kita and Adachi districts can't afford it at all. It just so happens that there is a vacancy in the market in Sumida district. The price cannot be higher than my guide price, otherwise other groups will have trouble doing business. But the sales volume must also meet expectations, otherwise I will take back the distribution rights of your Iijima family..."
Aihiro Iijima nodded repeatedly in agreement, but he couldn't help but clench his hands hanging by his sides, and veins bulged.
Money, money, money. Nowadays violent gangs only know how to make money!
What was the original intention of establishing a violent gang? Wasn't it that the grassroots brothers protected each other and resisted the government, and loyalty was the most important thing.
The leader of the Makoto Group is obviously the leader of a gang, but he pretends to be a well-mannered intellectual. I heard that he is a graduate student in the economics department of a university. His words and actions do not seem like those of a yakuza. Instead, he looks more like a salesman or a businessman.
How will violent gangs degenerate into?
But what right did he have to criticize others? Although Aikuro Iijima was involved in fights, kidnappings, and murders when he was young, he considered himself a good yakuza and would never get involved in this kind of business. But the situation forced him to do so!
Aihiro Iijima himself has also fallen, but even so he cannot sell milk tea or do odd jobs like those impoverished middle-aged and elderly yakuza. This is his last pride as a yakuza.
The leader of the Chengzhi Group looked at the yellow-haired gangster and encouraged him, "Our Chengzhi Group is not like those old gangs that are having trouble running their business. We have plenty of funds and money. Young people should work hard."
"Thank you for your cultivation, Team Leader!"
The yellow-haired gangster quickly flattered with a smile on his face, like a pug.
At this moment, the three people in the room suddenly heard a shrill cry coming from the hall on the first floor:
"Monster! There's a monster!"
Chapter 57 Yakuza’s life is also life!
The first floor lobby of the Makoto Group headquarters building.
As time passed, the number of members in Chengzhi Group increased, and some of them came to purchase goods under the cover of fog.
"The team leader is talking to the Iijima family. I'm afraid we'll have to wait for a while." The young brother said to the several Yakuza who were surrounding him.
"That old guy brags about his chivalry, but in the end, he just sells goods like us."
"It's not bad to make money. He has been in prison for more than ten years, so he should earn some pension. He can't continue to rely on the prison to support him in his old age. By the way, the quality of this batch of goods is really good, and the demand exceeds the supply. It's different to be educated."
Several team members started chatting casually.
"It's really foggy today. I drove from Katsushika Ward to Edogawa Ward and there was no fog. But when we got to the headquarters, the fog got heavier. Is it because we are near the sea?"
The team members who were talking saw that the thick fog on the surface of the Arakawa River facing the main gate of the Makoto Group was getting higher and higher, piling up to more than ten meters, like a small hill. Groups of fog collapsed from the mountain like snow piles and smashed down towards the gate!
The team members were all horrified, but the door did not tremble at all. Then he came to his senses and realized that it was just fog, not waves. There was nothing to be afraid of.
At this moment, he discovered that waves of water were pouring in from the bottom of the gate, submerging the soles of the people in the hall like a flood.
"How can there be so much water? What's going on?"
The team members shouted that the headquarters of Makoto Group was separated from the Arakawa by a two-lane road, so even if the Arakawa flooded, it would not flood this place.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the water. It was a strange man wearing a classical robe, with blue skin and shark wrinkles from his cheeks to his neck.
No, this is not a weirdo, it's a monster!
"What kind of monster is this!"
"Monsters, there are monsters!"
These Yakuza, who usually act in groups of three or five and act ferociously and arrogantly in front of ordinary citizens, screamed in fear when they faced the monster version of Hoshigaki Kisame.
I tried to run away, but the water beneath my feet was like gel, and it was difficult to even lift my feet.
"Yes, yes, so many evil souls, what a sweet smell! It whets my appetite."
Hoshigaki Kisame, with blue monster skin, took a deep breath, revealing a mouth full of shark fangs, which was terrifying to look at.
He raised a hand and pointed at the closest Yakuza, and a meter-long transparent shark condensed from water jumped out of the water and bit off his head in one bite.
"Wow wow wow!"
The young brother who was in charge of reception had his face splashed with gushing blood. He screamed like a bullied little girl and fainted on the ground.
"Amitabha, may Buddha bless you!"
“Mercy! Mercy…”
"Dragon King, Dragon King, come and capture this monster!"
When the other Yakuza saw this scene, they also howled like ghosts with pale faces.
If the enemy they were facing was a human, they might still have the courage to curse and threaten, but when it came to a monster beyond imagination, they could only cry for mercy or pray to God.
But transparent sharks jumped out of the water, bit off the heads of the Yakuza, and the blood dyed the puddles on the ground red.
A younger brother who was living near the stairs thought quickly and took off his shoes and socks, finally getting rid of the sticky water on the soles of his feet. Then he took off his suit and spread it on the ground, stepped on it barefoot, jumped onto the stairs in a few steps, and crawled to the second floor.
Of course, this person was let go by Hoshigaki Kisame on purpose.
He looked up at the clock in the center of the hall. It was eight sixteen in the morning.
The father of modern bank robbery, Herman Lamm, developed a complete set of bank robbing measures. One of the steps is to create a commotion near the target to call the police, then use a watch to calculate the time for the police to go out, and try to complete the business within the gap.
Hoshigaki Kisame also wanted to give it a try, and started a massacre at the headquarters of the Makoto Group. How long would it take for the police to arrive?
How long will it take for the special department that deals with supernatural beings to react and arrange their formation?
Hoshigaki Kisame believed that no matter how useless the Metropolitan Police Department was, it should have reacted to the monster attack in Tokyo within an hour, no, half an hour.
At this moment, a young man in plain clothes suddenly rushed in through the gate with a police gun in his hand.
"Don't move, you monster!"
Hoshigaki Kisame was stunned. It had only been a few minutes and the people from the Metropolitan Police Department had arrived. Was this still the Metropolitan Police Department that he knew, which was so slow and always late?
It seems he needs to be re-examined.
Inspector Qingtian looked at the shark monster in front of him. Although he had inhuman features such as bluish-green skin and shark wrinkles, and looked weird and ugly, his overall aura was extraordinary and majestic.
It wore an ancient black crown on its head and a classical long robe embroidered with green fish scale and wave patterns. There was also a circle of furry purple fur at the collar of the robe, and its whole body exuded a dignified and solemn aura.
Is this a monster, or the water god of Arakawa?
"You, who are you? Why are you killing people here?" said the Qingtian patrol chief with trembling lips.
"The five sinners' souls sacrificed to Arakawa awakened me from my slumber, but! It's not enough! I want more, more sinners' souls!"
Hoshigaki Kisame opened his webbed palms, and a stream of water shot out from his palms, carrying the body of Inspector Aota, and hit the wall, causing him to faint.
Then Hoshigaki Kisame waved his long green sleeves and walked slowly to the second floor.
The leader of Makoto's team, who had noticed the commotion on the third floor, was also in disbelief as he listened to the screams coming from downstairs. Are there still gangs that dare to start a fight in Tokyo these days?
It can only be the Metropolitan Police Department. Team leader Makoto picked up the white powder and was about to pour it into the toilet when he saw a younger brother in a shirt running up to him and reporting that a monster had come charging in!
How much has he taken to say such crazy things? It's even more ridiculous than any other gang, including the Makoto Group.
The leader of Chengzhi's team rushed downstairs with his men, and on the second floor they really saw a green monster. He flicked his sleeves, and a stream of water flew out and turned into transparent sharks that devoured the team members.
The leader of Chengzhi's team turned around and rushed back to the third floor at an even faster speed, locked the door, and let the other team members bang on it behind the door.
"Team leader, open the door quickly!"
"How to do how to do?"
The leader of Chengzhi's team was at a loss in the office on the third floor, muttering with a pale face.
Aihiro Iijima followed behind and also saw the monster on the second floor. He was shocked but managed to remain calm. The old man was still wise and made a prompt decision:
"Team leader, quickly call for reinforcements!"
The Makoto Group is just a subgroup of the Sumiyoshi-kai, and it is backed by the famous Sumiyoshi-kai. When Iijima Aihiro was young, his headquarters was raided by a hostile gang, but he survived by holding on and waiting for help. Although I don't know if it is effective against monsters, it is the only way at present.
"Yes, reinforcements!"
The leader of Chengzhi's team grabbed the phone on the desk as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.
"Hello, is this the Minami-Kasai Police Station? I want to call the police for help. We've been attacked by a shark monster! The address is..."
"What? You will be held legally responsible for making a false report? Of course I know that!"
The leader of the Makoto Group yelled into the microphone:
"Yakuza's life is also a life! We, the Makoto Group, have always paid taxes to the country. We are also taxpayers. You, the Metropolitan Police Department, must protect us!"
Beep, beep, beep. The other party hung up the phone.
Hearing the dead tone in the microphone, the leader of Chengzhi Group was stunned for a moment, and quickly dialed again:
"Aren't you guys investigating the new stimulant drugs on the market recently? That's what our Chengzhi Group did. We still have dozens of kilograms of them. I guarantee your director will get a promotion. Come and arrest me!"
Chapter 58 The Last Yakuza
"Ten minutes? No, five minutes. I'll give you five minutes at the police station!"
The leader of Chengzhi Group bargained fiercely on the phone:
"You must arrive within five minutes, or I will call the Narcotics Control Division of the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare and the Drug and Firearms Countermeasures Division of the Organized Crime Countermeasures Division of the Metropolitan Police Department! Let me tell you, there are many people who want this credit! If you don't catch them, there will be others who will catch me."
"Yeah, yeah, coming soon? That's right!"
The leader of the Makoto Group put down the microphone with a look of joy and said to Iijima Aihiro:
"Iijima, the Minami-Kasai Police Department said they'll be there to help in five minutes! What should we do next?"
Aihiro Iijima looked at him in shock, feeling it was ridiculous and overwhelmed by a strong sense of shame.
A dignified gangster, facing a life-and-death crisis, actually chose to ask the police for help! ?
Aihiro Iijima, who experienced the heyday of the Yakuza, still remembers how glorious and arrogant the Yakuza were back then, and even the Metropolitan Police Department was afraid of them. Today, the Yakuza not only rely on the Metropolitan Police Department, kowtow to it, but also shamelessly ask the police for help.
Do you still have any self-respect as a gangster? How degenerate are the gangs now?
He barely suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a dry throat:
"Team leader, get the gun out of the safe! We have to hold our ground until the cops get here."
"Gun? Where is the gun?"
The leader of the Chengzhi team said with tears in his eyes:
"We, the Makoto Group, are a new-age gang that commits crimes with high IQ. We don't have to fight and kill to seize territory. Times have changed. If the Metropolitan Police Department finds us hiding firearms, it will be more troublesome than finding stimulants..."
Aihiro Iijima's old face twitched, and veins bulged on his wrinkled forehead. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, swung his old arm and knocked the leader of Makoto's group to the ground with a punch!
"You don't even dare to use a gun, how can you be a Yakuza!"
"Iijima, how dare you, an old dog, rebel against your superiors?"
The leader of the Chengzhi team fell to the ground, covered his face, and shouted angrily:
"Have you forgotten who took you in? If it weren't for my father's sake, I would..."
Before he could finish his words, his voice was cut off as if someone was strangled, because Aihiro Iijima took out a revolver from his lining!
The leader of the Makoto Group said in disbelief: "Iijima, you actually have a gun? The Sumiyoshi Society has repeatedly prohibited small families at the bottom from carrying guns, and you actually disobeyed the order!"
Aihiro Iijima skillfully loaded the revolver, turned on the safety, turned the gun towards the leader of the Makoto Group, and uttered a few words coldly:
"Shut up, you wimp!"
The leader of Chengzhi's team immediately hugged his head like a quail and said nothing.
Aihiro Iijima looked around and took down a samurai sword with a beautiful sheath that was hanging on the wall as a decoration in the office. He pulled out the sword, looked at the sharpened edge, nodded, and put it aside.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Team leader, open the door!"
"It's coming up, no, no!"
At this time, the team members who were blocked outside the door and banging the door loudly, screamed in panic one after another, followed by a series of rapid screams, which subsided in the blink of an eye.
