Chapter 62 The Impact of Recovery
He lowered his head and suppressed his laughter. He suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with being a pseudonym of the Black Night Organization. At least, he didn't have to be dragged to the TV station by the main body to be a tool to gain fame. Judging from his current appearance, he would probably have to go on stage more in the future.
Kazejō Nomi has not forgotten that the real person is a very quiet person. The aliases all have their own backgrounds and settings, but don’t they all come from the real person in the beginning?
He finished his meal and started another day of work at the bank.
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It was another dark night, and Miwa Mikai returned to his home again. He changed into a traditional Japanese kimono and kowtowed respectfully before his father and his brother. He poured warm sake for them and watched them discuss matters at the meeting with the "uncles" in suits.
It was almost late at night, but the party was still going on. Sanlun Weihai didn't find it strange. In previous years, they would chat all night long. Sometimes, they would order a few girls to sing and dance for them and serve them drinks, but more often, after talking about the things in the party, they would stay for themselves to enjoy.
"Wei Hai," the leading man suddenly called his name. He held a glass of wine in his hand and squinted his eyes and asked, "You are already in your twenties, right?"
Miwa Mikai smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, father. Mikai is already twenty-three years old."
"Yes," he nodded, "Finally you are a man." He pondered for a moment, and then said, "It is time to contribute to the development of the association. Do you know Miss Mio, the daughter of the Haruyuki family? Tomorrow she will come to visit with the head of the Haruyuki family. You must get along well with her and try your best to win her heart."
"Bang!" The bamboo deer-scarening device outside the house knocked on the stone, and the gurgling water flowed down easily.
"Puchi." This was the laughter that the brother beside him couldn't help but let out.
When his father was talking about things, the "uncles" below even spoke much more quietly. They all focused their attention on him, and even the conversation seemed to be about him.
"You've grown so big already. Last time I saw you, you looked like a tiny kid."
"That woman is really amazing. She was able to give birth to a child despite being in that state. I wonder if she is still alive now."
"Keeping him here would only cause trouble for the eldest son. Marrying him as his wife would also help gain an ally for the guild..."
Miwa Mikai pretended not to hear anything. He said very respectfully, "Okay, father. I will try my best to do it."
His father sighed and spoke softly, "The Haruyuki family was our ally in the previous generation, but they fell into poverty and we no longer had any contact. But recently they seem to have connected with some power, and some of their business has been picked up again, and it is doing better than before. When you interact with the young lady of the Haruyuki family, you must be careful to test them and ask about the details of that power. It would be best if you can get their contact information."
His brother also said, "Also, pay attention to the lady's figure and don't show any inappropriate expressions. If you do that, the marriage will be fine, but your life will be difficult in the future!"
Miwa Mikai seemed to be oblivious to his taunting and just said respectfully: "I will, father. Thank you father and brother for your concern."
His father did not respond to his brother's words. He just said calmly: "Also, quit your job outside. You are just an employee in a small company. The money you earn is not as much as we spend on a party. Focus on taking good care of your wife at home."
"Ring, ring, ring." The wind chimes outside were also blown by the night breeze, making swirling sounds.
Miwa Mikai's eyes fell on the wine glass in her father's hand. She watched him raise his head and drink the glass of wine in one gulp. He looked over here and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
"Puff--" A light sound interrupted his action, and warm blood splashed onto half of the face of the man below. Miwa Mikai opened his eyes wide. Right in front of him, at that moment, his father was shot in the head. The luster was lost in his angry eyes, and the wine glass in his hand rolled to the ground, soaking the red carpet.
Some people roared angrily, and their roars were like thunder. The sudden attack broke up the party, and the people in the audience drew their pistols one after another, wanting to punish the enemy who attacked them.
But all this seemed very far away from Miwa Mikai, as if separated by a layer of membrane. He still knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the body of the once powerful man who collapsed on the wine table. His brother didn't hold on for long either. He rushed out a short distance before being shot down. Roars and gunshots came like a weaving rain, happening right next to him.
These "elders" who had been boasting about their methods in the past could only scream later. An old man with a tattoo of an evil ghost shouted, "Who are you? When did the snake loach offend you..."
There was no answer. The group of people who came were like silent machines. They attacked decisively and brutally. The sound of gunfire gradually stopped until there was no one left standing on the field.
There were footsteps approaching.
The man in the dark began to tremble slightly, his heart was pounding, and his eyeballs were moving around in a disorderly manner. He tried his best to suppress his abnormality and let his breathing become light and almost invisible.
But it wasn't over yet. "Puff." Another gunshot was heard, and someone made a sound like someone's throat was being strangled.
What are they doing? Are you checking everyone? Where do these people come from and why are they so scary? Panic filled his heart.
But things continued. Some people were walking back and forth, looking through every body. If they saw any breath left, they would shoot them again. They said nothing, like the grim reaper inspecting his prey.
The person in hiding was filled with despair. He had not expected that the people who were cleaning up the society this time would be so meticulous and cold-blooded. They wanted to make sure that no one would be let go. Looking at their skilled appearance, it was possible that they had done this more than once or twice. What kind of cruel means and what kind of huge organization could make them so accustomed to it?
Fear tightened around his heart like sharp claws, sweat soaked his clothes like beads from a broken string, the air around him was as cold and stuffy as cement, those people were getting closer and closer to him, he seemed to be sinking into the abyss, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not find a way out...
There was the sound of leather boots stepping on the ground, and someone breathed softly. The thick smell of blood was mixed with a heavy smell of cigarettes.
"Everything settled?" he asked. The voice was like a cold sharp weapon, filled with the indifference of a superior and disregard for the situation in this place.
"Brother," someone answered him, "All the top leaders of the Snake and Loach Society are here. They have a tradition of New Year's gatherings. They say that they want to cultivate mutual affection so that the organization can continue."
"Stupid." The person in front commented lightly.
"Brother is right," the person behind him said immediately, "They are all engaged in loan sharking business. I don't know how many families have died because of them. What kind of brotherhood can they still talk about? It's really ridiculous."
"That's not what I meant." The man uttered.
Someone else walked in. The hiding "survivor" glanced sideways and saw that they were all dressed in black, and the man had long straight silver hair hanging down.
"Colin, you collected the information. Did you find the accounts of Haruyuki that were hidden here?" the man asked.
"Ah." The last person to arrive sighed meaninglessly. For some reason, the "survivor" felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.
He seemed a little worried: "It seems that this matter is not your turn, Gin."
Gin smiled, and even his smile seemed to carry a chill that went straight into people's hearts. He said, "Why can't I take action? The Haruyuki Society is a newly-supported industry of the organization. Its rebellion has delayed the organization's reconstruction in Japan. Isn't my mission to ensure the smooth operation of the organization?"
"It's all the fault of that 'Light and Dark' intelligence dealer. If it weren't for him, how could the organization's branch in Japan suffer such a loss?" Vodka on the side spoke up for his elder brother indignantly.
Collen sighed and said lazily, "It's up to you. I'm only responsible for the intelligence part."
He glanced at the scene and said, "They actually gathered all the cadres together. Aren't they afraid that they will be wiped out in one fell swoop?"
Gin glanced at Vodka and felt increasingly dissatisfied with what happened that year.
"That's enough." Seeing that the people who were organizing were about to reach a certain hider, the smoking Gin suddenly interrupted them and said indifferently: "There are still survivors, so let's keep them. The laboratory is still missing some materials."
Every muscle of the hider was trembling. He saw with his own eyes that, just a second before this man spoke, a young "uncle" next to him was turned over and shot directly in the forehead. He also clearly saw that this man's fingers had trembled violently just now.
"Even this kind of stuff?" Collins was a little surprised. He asked, "Is the lab's consumption that high this year?"
Gin looked at him and said nothing. At the same time, two people dressed very strangely and with black lines on their faces walked in. They didn't even look at the people around them, but went straight to arrange something.
"These two people..." Collins stroked his chin, "I don't think I've ever seen them in the organization."
"Don't mind things you shouldn't know." Gin warned.
"I don't know when the organization started cooperating with Shintoism or similar organizations." Collenz shook his head: "I don't want to care. The boss has his own plans. I just need to obey his orders."
Gin was choking on what he was about to say, and his threat was not delivered. The expression on his face became even colder.
This... seems to be something from the world of sorcery. Collenger, Kazesami Nomi, watched the two men drawing the patterns with great interest, he also had his own people in the organization and knew that the organization was connected to the world of sorcery, but it should not have reached the extent of using human lives on such a large scale and not even letting a small gang go. This is already very insane. Do you really think they have no enemies?
Did something happen recently that irritated that person? Kazejō Nomi suddenly remembered what another self of his had done in Yokohama City. More than 200,000 people were resurrected together, and this so-called BOSS seemed to be pursuing... immortality?
It can’t be true, can it? Kazejō Nomi was a little uncertain.
At this moment, a loud shout interrupted his thoughts: "Senior! Senior Fengji! Save me! Save me, senior!"
"Stop!" someone shouted behind him.
But Miwa Mikai didn't hear anything. The bullet hit the ground behind him. He flew over and stopped not far from Feng Jie Ye Jian. He raised his head and a happy smile appeared on his tearful face. "It's me, Miwa Mikai!"
Yes, just now, he finally recognized the owner of that familiar voice. As he was being dragged away, he turned his head and saw that face, a familiar face but a strange expression. His face, which always had a bitter smile as if he was oppressed by life, now showed a look of nonchalant indifference. He stood among a pile of corpses, wearing a fitted long windbreaker, a pair of black gloves on his hands that usually held documents, a pistol on his waist, a thoughtful look on his face, and an unusually cold and detached look.
Hearing the noise here, he seemed to glance over here. He seemed to see something, but also seemed to see nothing. He simply withdrew his gaze indifferently, as if he, Miwa Mikai, had never existed.
But it’s not. Miwa Mikai remembered what he had said to himself at the dining table a few days ago, "I hope you still think so after a while." His heart sank.
He knows! He knows everything! Everything he does on a daily basis is just a disguise! He's pretending to be a normal person! The strong impact brought by this contrast was almost comparable to the moment his father died in front of him. He felt dazed and that everything in his past had become false.
He felt broken, something was breaking. A smile of joy appeared on his face, mixed with the fear brought by death, which made his face distorted. "Senior, Senior Fengji!" He shouted and ran towards him desperately, and the blood on the ground was splattered by him.
Save me, senior. I still want to... live on.
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