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Text Chapter 514: The Badge Trampled Underfoot (Part 2)

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    At the ranch of Luo Company in Japan, Luo Er clumsily rode a red ocean horse and took a leisurely walk on the grass. Also, he had never ridden a big horse before, but it was already very good for him to be able to sit steadily on a horse.  .

    Under the gaze of a group of guards and entourage behind him, Luo Er, who was wearing black knight's long riding boots and a cowboy wide-brimmed felt hat, tightened the reins with his eyebrows twitching. If it weren't for the sake of good looks,  His tight legs had already broken the ribs of the strong horse under him; but these iron pillar-like legs also gave the unruly Ocean Horse basically no chance of being proud since he sat on it.

    Touching the foreign horse's usual mane, Luo Er was also quite satisfied with this teacher's guy. Who said it was a bad-tempered military horse? It looked just ordinary. It walked as slowly as a sheep.

    He straightened his back and looked up at the bay in the distance, the large hilly pastures sprinkled with grass seeds, and the castle that was about to be completed. Luo Er breathed in the fresh air and felt very comfortable. He shouted loudly to let the horse go.  The son quickened his pace and began to jog, swinging up and down.

    Staying in an urban area where people flow around, the turbid air there can't be compared with the air in his own territory. At least he can't smell the sour tail smell everywhere. Luo Er glanced at the warm sun above his head, feeling in his heart  Calculate secretly.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????:????????????????????????????????? out of the three private castles in my hands. In the future, there will be more and more castles within my sphere of influence, which also indicates that the work behind the scenes must be more hidden.

    "Zukita Fuzan, the handsome chief of the third section of the local police department, is wearing a gray suit.  Waiting next to a convoy of five luxury Ford cars, as the leader of the peripheral security team, he was assigned to guard the safety of the convoy today; of course, the internal security of the VIP was also safe.  It's simply not his turn.

    With five of his subordinates, Zuoda Fushan carefully surrounded the convoy ten meters away. From time to time, he lightly pressed the pistol on his waist and scanned the surroundings with a reserved expression.

    Standing on the highway, he could clearly see the dozens of guards who had pulled out a long cordon, with bulging bags under their windbreakers. Fifty meters further ahead, three gloomy men in black suits,  He is the personal guard of the distinguished guest; but.  That distinguished guest didn't look like a foreign devil.  Why was the police station so surprised?  The highway from Tokyo to here is under martial law.

    Although he was speculating in his heart, he could guess this strange guest from the hidden radio station on the car in the convoy.  It was not something I could touch easily, so I gave up the idea of ??prying around.

    "Woo," two military trucks covered with green tarpaulins roared past behind Zuoda Fushan and hurried towards the warehouse on the edge of the pasture; his eyes inadvertently glanced at the wheels of the trucks, and Zuoda Fushan reached out and pressed them.  Holster the gun.

    Without any pause, the truck parked outside the simple warehouse along the dusty path. From the leading truck, a dozen strong men with knives jumped out.  Silently they surrounded the second truck.

    When the tarpaulin of the second truck was roughly pulled open by a strong man, Zuotian Fushan heard faint cries in the distance, and then the sea breeze blew away the sound; the standard number of twenty men, women, old and children, wearing various clothes  Style clothes and even coarse pajamas were smashed by the scabbard and rushed into the dark warehouse.

    "Black Dragon Club?" Taking a closer look, Zuotian Fushan calmly discovered that those strong men were actually the swordsmen of the Black Dragon Club. The scabbards inlaid with three-fingered dragon patterns were the headquarters of the Black Dragon Club.  symbols of.  Of course, with the powerful pistol in the arms of every elite swordsman, Zuoda Fushan would not dare to be reckless.

    As a police detective, Zuoda Fushan has been dealing with the Black Dragon Society for more than a day or two. Naturally, he is well aware of the Black Dragon Society's marks. Even his subordinates quietly widened their eyes and tensed up their nerves.

    If there was a conflict in this wilderness, the police officers would be the ones who died on the spot.

    Although he didn't know the intention of the Black Dragon Society's sudden appearance today, he didn't receive any instructions from his superiors. Facing the robbed people under the blue sky and white sun, Zuoda Fushan had to suppress his anger and turned his eyes blankly; he could only end today's meeting.  Only then can he go back and report what he saw.

    There is no way. As a police detective in Tokyo, he is not a god. He also has family members and friends, and he also needs a stable life. If he does not complete the tasks assigned by his superiors and fight against the evil forces, it will be difficult for him to keep his position.  Live; he knows better than any ordinary people the consequences of the Black Dragon Society's inevitable revenge.

    Seeing that Zuoda Fushan was turning a blind eye, his men did not want to cause trouble. They quietly stepped back a few steps one by one and silently narrowed the circle of convoy guards to stop the trouble.

    Lao Cui looked at the warehouse from a distance and saw the pharmaceutical raw materials entering the warehouse, so he led two soldiers and hurried upHe came forward and met those strong men.

    "Thank you for your hard work, everyone." When he approached the warehouse, Lao Cui thoughtfully took out a stack of beautiful knives and threw them to the middle-aged man who was leading him. The other party skillfully caught them and stuffed them into his arms. "You're welcome. The president ordered the two to  Ten people are already in the warehouse,"

    The weird Chinese accent made Lao Cui's face squirm unnaturally, and the hideous scars made the middle-aged man take a deep breath and quickly lower his eyes, for fear of spitting out this morning's sushi in front of his face.

    Among the thick pile of banknotes in his arms, he could clearly see the top one, which was the denomination of one hundred yuan. He could tell from the feel of the hand that the pile was worth no less than ten thousand, ten thousand US dollars.  , this business trip is really worth it.

    Nowadays in Tokyo, a family of three can live comfortably for a month with fifty dollars, and fifteen of them can have a good harvest even if half of the money paid is taken away.

    Of course, arresting people according to the list, whether the big family in the warehouse lives or dies depends on luck. More people will be "invited" here in the future. Those people have a lot to do with his pocket, so he must not  missed.  Not only can they complete the task, but also have the tip of the ointment, the morale of more than a dozen Black Dragon Society swordsmen is high for a while.

    The cheerful middle-aged man bowed to Lao Cui, nodded carefully to the two soldiers, waved and led his men into the car.  Rumble left the ranch.  The evil spirits of these three people are too strong, so it¡¯s better to stay away as soon as possible.

    "Go, go, go," Luo Er trotted to the warehouse on his bay-red horse, his face so proud that he looked up to the sky.  Also, in the security department, he had never heard of that man riding a horse, and he was the first one.

    "Old Cui, my equestrian skills look pretty good. It's my first time riding a horse. I'm so talented, but you don't understand it. It's such a pity." Luo Er shook his head regretfully.  He shook his riding whip and pointed to the castle in the distance.  "It'll be fine by the end of the month. Regarding the garrison, let's say hello to Lin Tao. How many people and equipment, the staff will take care of it,"

    "Yes, sir," Lao Cui looked at Luo Er's big horse with envy. He stepped forward to take the reins and let the officer jump off the horse. "There are twenty people in the warehouse, and there will be another batch in the evening."

    "Yes." Luo Er nodded, held a cigar in his mouth, and with a sway of his chin, two soldiers stepped forward and opened the door a crack, and then slammed the iron door shut after he entered.

    In the afternoon, when the soldiers brought a black briefcase into the Tokyo Black Dragon Club headquarters on the 15th floor of Building A on Ginza Avenue, in the office of the intelligence station set up here, Kano Yuri, Oda Ichiro, and Kato Masahisa were already waiting.  It¡¯s been a long time.

    As for the boss Hirohito, whose nickname is Kojijiro, he had to go back to the palace to fight due to his status. Of course, his personal attendants were still waiting outside.

    A one-foot-square black leather briefcase was placed on the white marble coffee table. The three people sitting around the tatami looked at each other for a few times. Kano Lily stretched out her green-white jade fingers; as the appointed webmaster, she has  Qualifications to open this bag that heralds Japan's future.

    If Mrs. Mary hadn't come back today, she wouldn't have been able to take a step away from the chief; Youdao was unstoppable, but no matter how strong the fire in her heart was, even if Mary's giant fire hydrant happened, Luo Er couldn't resist it.  , she was convinced.

    "Click", the exquisite combination lock opened, and the briefcase was opened, and the densely packed potions were visible at a glance. Most of the green potion was in the crystal bottle, spinning without wind, shining with a faint light.

    "Sigh," the three men and women secretly took a breath, and red light flashed across their eyes. They all knew that the potion for burning knives was extremely expensive, but with such a quantity of potion in front of them, no one's strong heart could bear it.

    "No wonder, sir, it costs so much. It seems that the cost of the medicine is consistent with the legendary sky-high price." Thinking about the quantity of medicines for the next few batches promised by the chief, how can three people calculate it every year?  Luo Er lost money by paying a total of hundreds of millions in fees.

    The pain of having to pay a huge amount of money was immediately eliminated in Oda Ichiro's heart. If Kojiro had sat on his knees on the spot, he would have danced with excitement.

    One hundred and eighty burning knives and twenty black knives. Not to mention the black knives, the black market price of the burning knives is 18 million. They are still the kind that have a price but no market. After Kano Lily glanced at them, she clicked lightly.  He closed the briefcase lightly, suppressed his rising and falling chest, and showed a slight sneer on his face, "You two, the potion has arrived, should the next plan be started?"

    It¡¯s a joke. Half of the potions here are to be handed over to the one in the palace. The rest is to be distributed. As the station chief, she has already begun to supervise the work of the two deputy station chiefs in front of her.  .

    Luo Er has spent a lot of money to deal with people from all walks of life in Japan¡¯s upper class, as well as the rotation of parties and factions.As long as the intelligence station uses the 300 burning knives and 50 black knives that were transferred in succession, they can basically not be wasted.

    As for the workers at the middle and lower levels, the big bosses in the intelligence station, including Luo Er, are not willing to spend such extravagant money. They just have to act in accordance with the decree.

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    In the afternoon, Luo Er, who was riding a horse at the ranch, soaked in a comfortable hot spring, and lay on the rooftop of the attic of the Jingyuan with a tea cup. Downstairs, the familiar sound of high-heeled leather shoes was getting closer and closer;  No Lao Cui came to report, needless to say, there was only one person, his wife Mary was back.

    Without getting up, Luo Er lay lazily on the rocking chair, letting the hot summer afternoon sun shine on his face through the gaps in the green leaves of the cherry blossom trees.

    "Deng Deng, Deng Deng," when the high-heeled shoes came closer, Luo Er slightly raised his eyelids and saw Mary's warm and angry pretty face, "Hi, I'm back,"

    There was no greeting at the airport, no hug at the door of the hospital, and even when she arrived, there was still no basic greeting. The resentment accumulated in Mary's chest when she got off the plane had been turned into nameless anger by her husband's laziness; however, careful  Mary still saw the expression she didn't want to see.

    The faint smile at the corner of Luo Er's mouth and the disappointment buried deep in his eyes made Mary's resentment turn into waves of chills. Holding the small bag in her hand, Mary glanced at her husband complicatedly and put it on the coffee table.  On the small stool next to it.

    "What do you know?" Mary picked up the teacup on the coffee table and took a sip of it unceremoniously, smiling to herself. She felt a little unfamiliar with this husband.

    "No, I don't know anything. I just feel that the U.S. government seems to be a little too good to me. It's so good that I don't even know where to hide to feel at ease." Luo Er stretched out his big hand and pressed it on the back of Mary's fair hand.  "Maybe the news you brought will help me understand the problem inside,"

    Through the loose bathrobe on Luo Er's body, Mary could see the deep scars on his chest, slowly rising and falling with his breathing; even though the burning knife potion could save his life, it could not heal the previous scars, including  There is a thick estrangement in my heart.

    "The White House gives away ten pills twice a year, which you personally ordered. The year before last, the president's asthma and cholecystitis recurred. This year, the new president has a heart diaphragm problem. In order to maintain a healthy image in front of the public, the pills are probably used.  "Yes," Mary said with a forced smile, "and your photos are not confidential information and can be easily seen by government officials."

    "So, you were recalled to the family?" Turning around and leaning on the rocking chair, Luo Er coldly picked up a cigar and played with it gently in his hand; without the oath, he couldn't use those bureaucratic resources and could only wait.  I will look for opportunities to send people later.

    "Yes, the old people in the family will not be confused by your potion," Mary took a long, deep breath, "You are not allowed to enter the American continent and the British Isles, and neither are members of the Roche Company, and neither am I.  Internally, that¡¯s their bottom line,¡±

    "Otherwise?" Luo Er raised his eyebrows. Although he had been prepared for the Mary family to abandon his wife so decisively, he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

    "They will do anything to make you disappear, even if they use the ultimate weapon," Mary repeated the family's resolution word for word, and the crisp voice of the past boomed in Luo Er's mind.

    A handmade cigar costing US$500 a piece was, unknowingly, turned into a handful of powder.
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