Near Shinjuku, about 100 meters from Yotsuya Section 2 Station of the Toei Subway, there is a semi-new four-story small western-style building.It faces the main street, which is crossed by a railway.On the neon sign was written the words "Japanese and English Building", but there were several signboards next to it, obviously this was a rental building. Between the Japanese-English building and another building, there is a six-meter-wide open space, which happens to be used as a parking lot.The Riying Trading Company is on the first floor, and the stairs to the second floor are near the parking lot, which is steep and narrow.

At the end of the stairs is the fourth floor.There are no signs or numbers, just the words "Mizuno" written in silver on a door with a movie still on it. The inside of the door is the office and living room.Outside the window, night is falling quietly, and the neon lights flicker in the winter dusk, reflecting the figure of a man sitting in the room. He is dressed in brown clothes and is about thirty years old. That man—Masayuki Mizuno had his bipods resting on the desk by the window, with a lighted Turkish cigar in his hand, and his eyes slightly closed.The faint blue flame of the gas stove shone on him, and he seemed to be asleep.Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he brought the cigar in his hand to his mouth.

A thick puff of smoke curled up along the inelastic face like the skin of an overripe fruit.His ears are flat.But the whole face is masculine, with sunken eye sockets and sharp-edged lips. The doorbell rang, and Mizuno lazily put his feet down, and turned on the switch of the intercom on the table. "Who?" Mizuno stubbed out his cigar and asked in the most amiable voice. "It was the one who hung up on you just now..." A hoarse middle-aged man's voice came from the intercom. "I'm waiting for you! I'll open the door for you right away." Mizuno turned off the intercom and stood up, looking a bit burly.But the most eye-catching thing is his thick chest that is about to burst through his clothes and the bulging and flexible muscles all over his body.He walked slowly to the door and opened it, his legs seeming to be a little bowed.

"Please, please!" He bowed obligingly. Two men stood at the door. The middle-aged man was wearing a gray hat, black camel silk brocade, and a black-gray tie on a snow-white shirt. He exuded a pungent smell of lotion all over his body. Standing obliquely behind the middle-aged man was a young man not yet twenty years old, with fair skin, a slender figure, eyes that hung upwards showing a murderous look, and his overly long legs were shaking non-stop. "You are Welcome." The middle-aged man stared at Mizuno with expressionless eyes like glass balls, and made a hoarse voice.

"Inside please." Mizuno took a few steps back, turned around and walked towards the reception table. As soon as the two men entered the house, the door with the movie stills on it locked itself. "Onodera?" Ono pulled out the armchair by the table and told them to sit down, with a smile on his lips.However, this kind of smile makes people feel that it is deliberately put on.The corners of the mouth are presumptuously crooked. "So, you are Mizuno himself?" Onodera threw his hat onto the sofa in the corner, and sank into the armchair as if paralyzed. "What about this one?"

Mizuno sat on the table and pointed at the young man with his chin. "Hurry up and say hello to Mr. Mizuno!" Onodera ordered.But he didn't respond, so he introduced: "His name is Wu Zhi, and he works under my command. As long as this kid asks me, he will do anything." "So you're running errands?" Mizuno sneered. "Bastard! Dare to say that I will beat your mother!" Wu Zhi yelled sharply, his eyes showed fierce light, his face was flushed, his two hanging eyes convulsed nervously, and his right hand involuntarily reached into his left armpit.

"Okay, okay, hold on." Onodera persuaded Wu Fei, and said to Mizuno: "You'd better be cautious, don't look at his hands and feet, he is very capable, if you want to make him angry, you'd better buy life insurance first." "Unfortunately, no buyer was found." Mizuno sneered.While slowly lighting a cigar with a lighter. "If you don't believe me, you'll regret it later. Okay, let's get to the point." Onodera also took out a cigarette.Wu Zhi still had a sullen face, slipped his hand away from the pistol grip, took out the lighter and lit a cigarette for Onodera, Onodera nodded arrogantly, and blew the smoke towards the ceiling with a "huh".

"We heard something about you from the introducer. Although I am still a little worried about you, I don't plan to get to the bottom of it. I will hire you." "Thank you. It's just that whether I want to accept it or not, I have to wait until I understand the situation before making a decision..." "Don't be a fool, you know it's a job that makes a lot of money." "Then let's have a showdown." Mizuno threw away the cigar and put his hands on his chest. "I want you to hang out with Yamato Koko in Shibuya." Onodera said, staring at Mizuno fiercely.

"Dahe Xingxing? It is a violent group that has just become popular. I heard that the relationship with your Sanguang group is very tense." "You don't need to ask more questions, it's better to make a decision, agree!" Onodera's already hoarse voice became more and more hoarse now, as if rubbing two pieces of sandpaper. "What do you want me to do in here?" "That will have to wait until later." "Okay, then invite Gao Ming, I don't want to be ordered around, please go back." Mizuno pouted towards the door. "Bastard, how dare you..."

Wu Zhi grinned, and stretched his right hand to his armpit again. "Slow down, it's too early to start." Onodera tapped Takechi's wrist lightly, blew the smoke from his mouth to Mizuno's face, and said slowly on purpose. "Since you are eating this bowl of rice, then do as I tell you!" "Look at what you said, I'm not a child. Unless there is a high security deposit. Otherwise, I won't do something I don't like. Other employers are still waiting for me to negotiate with them." After Mizuno finished speaking, he deliberately glanced at his Omega automatic watch with a calendar.

"No no no, please don't get me wrong." Onodera looked a bit embarrassed. In order to cover up, he deliberately raised his voice and said: "I don't want to hide it from you. I will tell you the details after you successfully sneak into Yamato Xingxing Bank." "I'm sorry, I'm out of time, and I'm sorry." Mizuno slid his feet off the table, walked to the mirror mounted on the wall, and began to straighten his tie. "It's unbearable for you to be so mysterious...but...well, well, since you must know, I'll tell you." Onodera said their plan in one breath.Finally, he rubbed the cigarette butt that was about to burn his finger viciously into the ashtray. "yes?" "Yes, as you said, our Sanguang Group and Shibuya's Yamato Xingxing are at odds. It's not that we deliberately provoke troubles, but the fledgling Yamato Xingxing wants to make a start in Taisui. Those three teahouses within the range!" Onodera roared almost crazily. "and then?" "I heard that they are desperately preparing weapons. They may be ready, and they are about to come and find trouble with us." "..." "We can't stand against them in numbers, and if they're all armed with pistols, we're pretty helpless. So what I want you to do now is to pretend you're on their side." You have to try to destroy the weapons they got, and you need to be good at taking advantage of their internal contradictions and finding ways to destroy their internal relationships.” "It's not that simple." Mizuno said seriously. "If they're so internally conflicted, their swords are on the verge of breaking out, and everyone is so insecure that they start killing each other, then you've done your job well." "Aha, your requirements are too harsh, but if you want to do it, it's still easy to do, but what I need first is this." Mizuno made a circle with his index finger and thumb. "How much?" Onodera stared at Mizuno's face. "Pay a deposit of two million first." Mizuno said with a smile. "It's too much." "Isn't it? You know it's at the cost of your life, so let's give another five million after the work is over." Mizuno stood in front of the table and squinted at Onodera. "What? Are you out of your mind?" Onodera said contemptuously.The blood vessels on the temple seemed to be snapped, and the muscles on the cheeks were twisted into a ball.Wu Zhi shook his thigh convulsively, and slapped his palm with his fist. "Hmph, if you can keep your Sanguang Group alive with such a small amount of money, I think it's really cheap... Besides, if Yamato Xingxing is not self-defeating due to internal intrigue, then your Sanguang Group can do it Did you get into Shibuya without breaking a sweat?" "No no, you are too much, Mr. Mizuno, even though I have heard that you are a greedy person before, I never thought you would be so greedy!" "Where is it, I just don't want to sell my life cheaply!" The smile on Mizuno's face disappeared, and his words became rough. "Really? Very good. But you have to understand, since you already know our secret, it's up to you what to do." Onodera's face suddenly darkened. "There's whiskey in the cupboard if you want to drink stuff." "Your mouth is quite strong. It seems that you brought Wu Zhi to the right place. Come on, Wu Zhi, teach him a good lesson and tell him to shut up that stinky mouth!" Onodera ordered in a dry voice. "Yes! Damn it, my fists are already itchy, I feel disgusted when I see you!" Wu Zhi jumped up like a spring, pulled out the 9mm S·W automatic pistol from his armpit with a "swish", put the handle of the gun on his waist, bowed his body, and pushed forward step by step. "Hmph, I've already expected your trick. I advise you to be more disciplined. Children will die if they play with gunpowder." Mizuno muttered softly, without the slightest bit of fear. "Damn it, I'll clean you up today, just to see if you're still stubborn!" As soon as Wu Zhi raised his hand, he aimed the gun at Mizuno's face. Mizuno dodged at an astonishing speed, raised his waist and tilted his neck, avoiding Wuzhi's pistol, and at the same time, his whole body lightly staggered away from Wuzhi. And at this moment, Mizuno had skillfully hit Wuzhi's stomach heavily with his right fist. Wu Zhi, who fell on the ground, was horrible, arching his back like a toad, shaking and curling up like magic, spitting out a mixture of turbid gallbladder and gastric juice. Mizuno bent down to pick up the pistol that flew from Takechi's hand to the wall, looked at the magazine and found that it contained 8 rounds of bullets.He put the pistol in his pocket. "As compensation for dirtying my floors, this pistol is mine." Mizuno smiled and bowed respectfully to Onodera who was standing in a daze. Wu Zhi no longer trembled, but he still couldn't move!All I could hear was his thick and heavy breathing like Niu Yixiang.Onodera watched all this silently, and finally said with a groan: "You win, man. I'll write you a check for the amount you said. So I'm going to have to leave it all to you." "Hey, that's great, you're so refreshing! If I can successfully change the check into cash tomorrow, then I can do it right away. But I have one requirement, that is, you can't tell anyone that I'm doing it for you Live, even the leaders of your Sanguang Group. Ah, originally, it’s very simple, I just kill this stupid donkey so that he can’t speak out.” Mizuno pinched Taketoshi's chin, who was still in a coma, and said calmly. In the afternoon of the next day, Mizuno, who received 2 million yuan in cash, drove his car "Conquer" TR3 back to the Yingri Building. He said to the building management of the Kanniri Ying Trading Company: "I'm going on a trip. I can't tell when I'll be back." The manager wore a pair of old-fashioned presbyopic glasses, habitually gave Mizuno a sideways glance from behind the lenses, and said humbly: "Hey, I'm so lucky to travel all the time! Well, if I never come back again, who will pay the rent?" Mizuno rented the office on the fourth floor for free from the owner of the building, Nisei Shosha.When the Japanese British Trading Company, which was engaged in exporting goods to Southeast Asia, was defrauded of nearly 10 million yuan by a fraud group, Mizuno came forward to help a lot; He will use the office on the fourth floor free of charge for five years.Mizuno thought to himself that even after the deadline, he could continue to live. After tidying up his office and locking the door, Mizuno drove his car towards the Shimo-Ochiai residential area.He quickly overtook several cars on the No. 6 Ring Road, and even felt sorry for not slowing down unreasonably when he was about to reach the bottom. Located in a corner near the Nakai residential area, there is a secret residence of Mizuno.Surrounded by brick walls, this residence is about 130 square meters. It is small and tidy, with the word "Sanyuan" written on the house number. Mizuno opened the door, drove the car into the yard that hadn't been tidied up for a long time, and stopped in the garage with brick walls and concrete floors. He touched a brick wall, and a brick fell from it, revealing a black hole.He threw the money from the bank down the hole. He reinstalled the bricks to block the hole, put the car keys in the garage light shade, and turned and walked out of the yard. The second floor made of cement is the main house. The house is not big, and the walls are covered with ivy.Mizuno walked in through the corridor. He sat down on the sofa.The pale winter sun streams in silently through the double glazed windows.He took out the notebook that recorded the situation of Yamato Xingxing that Onodera talked about last night, and while reading it, he gnawed on the sausage for lunch.After reading it, he burned the notebook. It was nearly nine o'clock when Mizuno walked out of the Amigo's residence.At this time, he had already put on the worn-out black suit. Except for the eye-catching black hat on his head, he didn't have anything on his body that might be inspected. Once on the road, he hailed a taxi.In the car, he quickly became familiar with the pistol he got from Wuzhi.The pistol was heavy in the hand. The taxi headed for Shibuya.The car turned right at Totsuka, passed through the sea of ​​neon lights and traffic in Shinjuku, and went straight to Shibuya. Mizuno got off the car opposite the movie theater on Jingu Street. This place happened to be the department store of Shibuya Central Station.There are so many neon lights on the side of the road that you don't even need to turn on your headlights when driving at night. Mizuno made his way through the traffic to the cinema.Five or six hippies and hoodlums with provocative eyes were dancing wildly, clinging to their asses, in front of the glitzy billboards and noisy sidewalks. Pedestrians avoided the group of "road angels" and walked quickly.At this time, a hooligan fell in love with a little girl who looked like a student, grabbed her hand, and forced her to dance together.The people around hurriedly avoided him for fear of causing trouble. The woman should look around with Yuan Qiuhe's fearful eyes begging for help.The police station was right in front of the station, but there was no sign of the police at this time.The rascal got so carried away that she reached into her underwear, and his companions let out a wild laugh as they continued their wild dance. Mizuno walked towards the group of hooligans nonchalantly with his usual listless steps.A few hooligans in tight pants who were jumping vigorously with their buttocks pouted were knocked over by Mizuno on the sidewalk stones, screaming with broken teeth. "Which old bastard?!" "I fuck your ancestors!" The hooligan stopped dancing and surrounded Mizuno, all the female hooligans cursed and put their hands on their chests, coy and disgusting.The two guys who were knocked to the ground by Mizuno and broke their tooth roots, desperately covered their mouths with handkerchiefs, which were stained with blood. Seeing their embarrassment, Mizuno shook his body and laughed. "What's so ridiculous!" "Fuck you X!" the thugs yelled. The gangster who grabbed the female student seemed to be the boss, and this guy had a flat face.Then he said in a low voice with affectation: "Come here, I have something to tell you." Mizuno shrugged his shoulders and said dissatisfiedly, "Can this kind of place talk?" "Okay, do you want to slip, tell you, it's not that easy, white knives go in, red knives come out!" The boss thought that Mizuno was afraid, so he was quite proud. He grabbed Mizuno's right arm, put the knife on his back, and led Mizuno into an open space between the cinema and the bank.The male and female hooligans who followed were bluffing as they walked. This two-meter-wide open space was a dead end. Mizuno stood with his back against the wall at the end, facing the hooligans. "Hey, this time you're going to be disabled if you don't die! Brat, how dare you make a fool of us in public. Do you know who we are? Dahe Xingxing Youth Action Team!" As he spoke, the chief tried the edge of his climbing knife with his left hand. "Oh? I don't know about that. But I know one thing very well. Today is your unlucky day!" Sure enough, he is a member of Yamato Xingxing, Mizuno secretly sneered.Before long, Mizuno flew up his left foot and kicked away the sharp force in the leader's hand. Just as he was about to pounce, Mizuno's right fist with half a ton of impact force had already landed heavily on his neck. Rooted. With such a wonderful blow, the head suddenly fell down like a wooden stake, his hands and feet were shaking desperately, scratching and shaking, spitting blood clots out of his mouth, and crying unconsciously: "My head, my head! My head fell off, oh my god... doctor doctor... I can't do it." The rest of the men and women pushed each other, trampled on their companions, and rushed to escape.Soon, the news that a homeless man broke into the sphere of influence of Yamato Xingxing spread like wildfire. Half an hour later, Mizuno appeared in front of the big bar between Dogenzaka Road and Sakae Street. This is the shop that Zhang Ben, the director of Yamato Xingxing, asked his mistress to open. Mizuno flicked his hat with his fingers leisurely, and strode towards the door of the bar.