Chapter 6 Jingguang: I'm here to join this family...
It was probably his act of taking photos for the cover that made Kuroki consider him a kindred spirit. The older brother, who usually didn't pay much attention to most people, put down his airs and treated him with great enthusiasm.
But an elder brother is still an elder brother; no matter how much you pretend to be close, your true nature can't be hidden.
"Asakawa, I've heard you have quite a few connections."
It's here!
Knowing that a tough battle was coming, Zhu Fujingguang was on edge, but on the surface he remained nonchalant and even put on airs: "Skills? They're just some self-defense tools, how can they be called skills?"
Brother Kuroki leaned back on the sofa, his arm around the beautiful woman, and squinted at the man sitting there calmly, saying, "Brother, stop pretending. I already know about what happened in Aomori."
As he spoke, Brother Kuroki patted the woman to his left, and she obediently pulled a piece of paper from the magazines on the glass table. It was a newly printed news flash.
Morofushi Kagemitsu's heart stirred, and upon seeing the familiar title again, he knew that his previous actions had yielded results.
He didn't touch the paper with his hand, but leaned forward slightly to look at it.
The content of the report was largely the same as what he had seen before, except that the crucial addresses and names were omitted. What he most wanted to know was when the report was published; he squinted slightly and spotted the publication date in an inconspicuous spot below the headline.
23:08
So it was 10 hours after all...
These small details flashed through his mind quickly, but he suppressed them. At the same time, he also suspected the connection between Kuroki and the organization, and that his underling, Kadota, might be a scapegoat he had used. In any case, they all had some vague connection with the organization, and to bury the bait deeper, he did need to reveal something.
Morofushi Kagemitsu skillfully dodged the hand of the beautiful woman cosplaying as a dealer next to him, and only vaguely said, "The cops' security system has quite a few loopholes. Isn't it normal for a little information to leak out occasionally?"
Kuroki glanced at him, then clapped his hands, and several beautiful young women silently left the suite, leaving them a suitable environment for conversation.
Kuroki then added more depth to the matter: "After taking down so many establishments, things are getting even more tense lately. Business is really tough these days..."
Morofushi Kagemitsu straightened his clothes, quite satisfied with the clearing of the area, and continued, "The more challenging the environment, the greater the potential profits. At times like these, it all comes down to whether the sellers have the financial resources and the willpower to handle it..."
Kuroki wasn't surprised that he had the goods, but how much he could get his hands on depended on his authority and capabilities. Considering that this person had some contact with that organization, he thought for a moment and said, "Of course, we have both of these. There will naturally be a big shot to take care of things. What you should be considering is whether you can satisfy... appetites." During the pause in his words, he pointed upwards.
It must be that organization.
Behind Kuroki is an organization, isn't it?
Morofushi Kagemitsu's suspicions deepened.
He pulled out his pen, pierced the white paper with the report printed on it, wrote down a few specialized communication terms, and then gently pushed it, waiting for Kuroki's reaction.
What he wrote down went beyond his attempt to extort money from Okuno, but it didn't matter. At this point, the string of numbers was merely a pawn in his game of probing. If anything unexpected happened, he would still try his best to close the deal.
Kuroki glanced at the price tag, quickly calculated how much stock he had, raised an eyebrow, looking quite surprised and tempted, and said to him:
"That's good, that makes things easier to discuss..."
Is it easy to negotiate?
No, bargaining with this kind of person is by no means easy.
Morofushi Kagemitsu walked out of the bar and took a die from his pocket, which still carried a faint scent of a woman.
He walked under the streetlight and observed it in the dim light. Sure enough, he found a bugging device embedded on the "1" side.
Hmph, those who get involved with the organization are indeed not to be underestimated.
He weighed the dice-shaped bugging device in his hand, then casually tossed it behind him, leaving a faint silver trail in the night.
This little thing was already inconspicuous, and once it was in the trash heap, it was even more impossible to find.
"Asakawa! Come out here!"
Mr. Okuno's angry voice echoed in the warehouse in the suburbs. He looked disheveled and was nothing like his usual well-dressed self.
By this time, a day had passed since Morofushi Kagemitsu and Kuroki's conversation. During this time, aside from casually reporting a wanted criminal, he had been discussing with his contact how to trap Okuno.
Since Okuno was not a wise or cunning person, Morofushi Kagemitsu directly invited him to a warehouse in the suburbs, intending to catch him in the act during the delivery.
Okuno no longer bothered to hide his true colors, protesting into the pager with dissatisfaction, "You owe me an explanation! What cops suddenly showed up today?!"
"Explanation? Ridiculous." Zhu Fujingguang, who was lying in ambush on the roof of a small building in the suburbs, calmly spoke threatening words through the walkie-talkie with his sniper rifle at the ready, "I think you should understand one thing: I am your creditor, and you had better think about when you will be able to pay back what you owe me."
“I’ve already paid!” Mr. Okuno retorted instinctively. “But you…”
“That was just a price for the situation; now it’s your life’s money. Oh, by the way, I’ve shot a lot of moving targets like you.” Morofushi Kagemitsu interrupted him, looking at the man swaying back and forth in front of the crosshair through the scope, then moved the lens away and aimed at a light bulb in the corner of the warehouse, saying, “Don’t blame me for not warning you, the cops are coming soon.”
Okuno looked around frantically, but the warehouse was too spacious; he had nowhere to hide. Seeing that his life was now threatened, he had no choice but to suppress his temper, and his imposing manner immediately deflated.
"Now there are no more questions, right?" Morofushi Kagemitsu maintained his domineering and arrogant attitude, offering no further explanation to Okuno.
Okuno was completely taken in by his act and said, swallowing her anger, "No matter what, the quantity is still too much. Even I need it..."
"Bang!"
Okuno's delaying tactics weren't over yet when a corner of the warehouse suddenly exploded. Startled, he stumbled and tried to escape in the opposite direction, but fearing that the deadly thing might be buried in other corners, he dared not go far and could only stand trembling in the open space.
"What do you need too?" This time, Morofushi Kagemitsu aimed seriously at his heart and continued to apply pressure to him.
"...No, no, I can..." Okuno finally knelt down, "The day after tomorrow night...no! Tomorrow! Tomorrow night is fine!"
Zhu Fujingguang squinted and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
Okuno swayed and collapsed.
"You can come and arrest them now," Morofushi Kagemitsu said, wearing headphones.
He already said the police would come; he's a man of his word.
“Okay.” The liaison was experienced and sensed something amiss in Okuno’s words. “We will arrange the interrogation as soon as possible.”
Morofushi Kagemitsu added, "If there are still undiscovered warehouses in Aomori—"
"—It will serve as your capital to infiltrate the organization." The contact person made the decision directly.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Zhu Fujingguang blinked, feeling that the new contact person assigned to him by the Public Security Bureau was really helpful, so he didn't say anything more.
On their side, the comrades worked together seamlessly, and on the organization's side, the members seemed to maintain a subtle consensus as well...
"Lord Melo, now I'm certain. Asakawa not only believes in the electronic shoe cult, and he's been hiding it for ages," HR Akita continued, relentlessly spreading the rumors. "He also gambles!"
“…Oh?” Melo raised an eyebrow as she looked at the information about Asakawa Sora that her subordinates had brought her, preparing to fill in the information gaps in this area.
HR Akita vividly described what he witnessed on a dark and stormy night: "...Unfortunately, he was too vigilant, and I couldn't take the die back."
Melo, who hadn't delved into the details of his underlings' contact with the police, seemed thoughtful.
She had just finished watching the recording of the latter half of Asakawa Sora's negotiation in the building that day:
"...We all know that the cops decided to eliminate those drug centers not out of any sense of responsibility or conscience, but because of the downfall of the Takeuchi Group. The zaibatsu behind the government decided to liquidate and take over them." The man named Asakawa Sora slowly laid out his price list. "The factories in Aomori won't just be left behind; basically none of them will be spared."
"Given the current situation, rather than going in with these dead things in fear, I'd rather choose a better place to stay."
Kawamoto, sitting opposite him, asked, "Since you were able to get all this stuff over there, why don't you use your connections to start your own business?"
Asakawa Sora leaned back slightly, even crossing his legs, and said, "I have a little bit of information. I don't want to be the next target for a long time to come. Let our director do this kind of chore. No, now I should call him a former colleague."
Kawamoto understood the message he was implying. He paused, then sat up straighter and said, "...How can you guarantee that you won't turn against the organization in the future?"
"I don't want to do anything to the organization." In the video, Asakawa Sora's fake smile looks somewhat eerie. "I genuinely want to join them."
After speaking, he slightly raised his smiling face and looked directly at the camera. It was as if he had transcended the limitations of time and space, gently meeting her gaze.
...
Melo tapped her fingers on the table; she was certain that this man named Asakawa Sora was definitely not simple.
With both ability and ambition, such a talent, proficient in gambling, prostitution, and drugs, would naturally not be turned away by any organization.
When recruiting talented individuals, one must be open-minded and unconventional!
Melo felt he had a keen eye for talent!
A note from the author:
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Thanks to the efforts of HR, a brand new criminal was born.
Jingguang: Thank you so much!
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