Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1054: Forcibly pressing the cow’s head to drink water

4 o'clock in the morning, the darkest hour of the night.

Far Eastern waters, Tatar Strait, Sakhalin Island (Sakhalin), Polonaisk Port.

A medium-sized Soviet-made icebreaker named Sea Dog cut through the hard ice in the pitch-black night and slowly left the port.

"Director, Tokyo Express."

In the cabin, Ivan, a young and capable KGB agent, walked quickly to Natasha with a fresh message in his hand.

"Sigh~"

After reading the telegram at a glance, Natasha suddenly took a breath of air and frowned tightly:

"What exactly does Wesley want to do? The interval is less than 12 hours, and nearly a hundred lives have been lost. His behavior is so radical. Is he going to start a full-scale war with the entire Japan, one person against the country? Fuck!"

Because she was too excited, Natasha, who had always been ice-cold, couldn't help but curse. Ivan subconsciously licked his lips and cautiously reminded:

"Director, the place where Mr. Wesley and the Mitsui search team fought was our safe house in Tokyo. Will this matter affect us?"

Natasha was already very angry. When she heard this, she glared at him fiercely and scolded him angrily:

"Nonsense, can you think through your thoughts before speaking? Our relationship with the Japanese Ministry of Internal Affairs is far from harmonious. We are enemies rather than friends.

As for the Mitsui family, facing the murderous Wesley, don’t they have time to cause trouble for us now? So what if we are implicated or not? "

"Uh~ Yes, yes, that's what you taught me, Minister."

Ivan was furious at the angry Natasha, and his eyebrows were drooped in anger. All the words he had to say were held in his throat, and he did not dare to say any more.

"Hoo, hoo~"

After taking a few deep breaths and tugging on her collar, perhaps realizing that she had gone a little too far, Natasha suppressed her irritable mood and explained in a muffled voice:

"The cable says that the Yokohama safe house has been completely burned down. It must be Wesley's intention to help us cover up the evidence.

Based on his experience, he will definitely not leave any evidence, so this matter should not implicate us for the time being. "

Ivan was not stupid, so he quickly took advantage of the situation:

"Yes, I didn't think comprehensively before, Director, then should we still land at Aomori Port in the Tsugaru Strait on Japan's main island as planned?"

"No."

Natasha almost didn't think about it and shook her head decisively in denial.

In Japan now, although on the surface only Tokyo City is under martial law, in fact, all import and export ports are strictly controlled.

Especially the seal icebreaker they boarded was owned by Mao Xiong. Although there were official formal procedures, it was hired to break ice in the offshore waters of Japan.

But under the current situation, when arriving on Japan's main island, they will inevitably be subject to extremely strict inspections.

In such an extremely sensitive period, Natasha didn't want to and couldn't show her face. Then the mud would fall down her crotch, and the consequences would be endless.

Ivan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Then Director, how do we adjust the schedule?"

Natasha walked to the chart next to the wall and checked it, silently calculating the time in her mind, and quickly made a decision.

"Ivan, prepare the rubber boat in advance and control the speed of the boat. Make sure it is dark when we pass through the Soya Strait. We will land at Wakkanai Port in Hokkaido."

The purpose of the admonishment was achieved, and Ivan's tone became lighter: "Yes, I understand, Director, I will make arrangements right away."

At the same time, in Yokohama, the Kuraki Park crime scene was surrounded by countless military and police groups.

Young Master Mitsui had just lost his temper, but ended up being hit by a soft nail. He could only be helpless and furious, and now he left angrily.

However, Ishiguro stayed at the scene uncharacteristically, smoking in the car with his eyes closed.

According to the normal work flow of the Ministry of the Interior, he should immediately return to the headquarters to report the situation to the Minister of the Interior. At the same time, he must summon elite troops and generals, collect information from all places, and dispatch and direct from the center.

Ishiguro Gaki is an old fox who has become a master through training. At this moment, he has made up his mind to delay as much as possible and never face the evil god whether he lives or lives.

His wishful thinking was that until the outcome of the two monsters, the Mitsui family and the evil spirits, was completely decided, the Ministry of Internal Affairs would jump out to put an end to the situation.

This was the most optimized solution that Ishiguro could think of in a short period of time.

"Boss, the scene has been basically cleaned up and the bodies have been removed. This is the press release I just drafted. Please take a look."

A tall, capable middle-aged man with narrow eyes walked quickly to his car, opened the door and sat in, handing the folder in his hand to Ishiguro.

From the names of names and the way of getting along, it is not difficult to see that this person is very familiar with Ishiguro Huancheng.

Sure enough, Ishiguro couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this man. This was his most capable and trustworthy subordinate, Section 2 Chief Goro Shibasaki, who had just arrived overnight from Yamanashi Prefecture.

At this moment, a huge fire was burning in the direction of the park. The expression of the stone black wall reflected in it was uncertain, and his voice was also extremely gloomy:

"Shibasaki, the wind is very strong today, is the fire going okay?"

The scene caused by Du Weiguo was too tragic, especially the dozens of corpses that he blasted into pieces with broadsword mines, which could not be shoveled clean with a shovel.

Jiuliangqi Park is a public place. In order to completely destroy the evidence before dawn and prevent people from being frightened, we had no choice but to set the scene on fire.

Goro Shibasaki turned his head and glanced at the fire scene. His tone was very calm, almost cold:

"Well, it's definitely no problem. The fire brigade personally controlled the fire, and isolation zones have been prepared in advance."

The fire brigade responsible for putting out fires actually set fires themselves to eliminate evidence for the murderer. It sounds ridiculous, but this is often the truth of the world.

"That's good."

Ishiguro nodded, and then looked down at the press release he had prepared. But as soon as he took a glance, his brows wrinkled again, and his tone was slightly dissatisfied:

"A series of explosions and fires caused by leaking gas pipes? Shibasaki, do you think this is a valid reason? Where are there gas pipes in the park?"

Shibasaki Goro nodded, with a very firm tone:

"It works, boss. Qualified bosses can investigate the truth of the matter, so they won't care no matter what reasons we make up.

As for ordinary people, it is not necessary and impossible for them to know the truth. Although this reason is slightly far-fetched, it makes sense and no one will take it seriously. "

"Huh~" Ishikuroyuan let out a sigh of relief, his face became a little brighter, but his tone was still a little solemn:

"What about those troublesome media? They are not that easy to fool, what should I do?"

"Ha~" Shibasaki Goro curled his lips and sneered, his tone full of teasing:

"Boss, have you forgotten that the Mitsui family secretly controls the majority of the equity of Yomiuri, Asahi, and today's three major newspapers.

In other words, they have controlled all the mainstream mouthpieces in Japan, so where are the troublesome media? "

"Hehehe~"

Upon hearing this, Ishiguro subconsciously stroked his sparse hairline, shook his head, and laughed to himself.

"That's right, I forgot about this. I'm a little too busy worrying about it. It looks like I'm really old."

At this moment, the faint morning light had already lit up in the distant horizon. Ishiguro put down the press release and patted Shibazaki Goro on the shoulder:

"It's almost dawn. I've been working all night and I'm hungry. Shibazaki, how about we go out for a bowl of hot ramen on the street?"

Shibasaki Goro raised his thick eyebrows like a broom:

"Boss, are you sure you don't need to return to the headquarters immediately for such a big scene and report it to the internal and external ministers immediately?"

"Cut~"

Ishiguro snorted, started the car and answered the question, and his tone became somewhat meaningful:

"Shibasaki, do you believe it or not? Our beloved Minister of the Interior will definitely suffer from an old illness today, and there is a high probability that he will be bedridden and unable to see things."

Shibasaki Goro understood instantly and nodded, his tone full of sarcasm:

"Indeed, former Senate President Shota Matsumoto's body is still cold. Your Excellency, the Minister of the Interior, has always been cautious in his actions. He certainly doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of this senior."

After a pause, Shibasaki Goro suddenly changed the subject:

"The evil god is fierce and lawless. Boss, aren't you afraid? You know, Minister Takahashi was also influenced by him~~"

Judging from the conversation between the two, it is indeed very close. They talk about almost anything, even such taboo topics can be discussed openly and honestly.

"Oh, why aren't you afraid? The last son has just entered junior high school this year, and I don't want to die." The last son is the daughter of old man Ishiguro Huan Cheng. She is extremely doting. Upon hearing this, Shibazaki Goro's cold facial contours can't help but soften. stand up.

"So, Minister, you want to delay time and sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers? Wait until the winner is completely determined between them before you clean up the mess?"

Ishiguro Huancheng did not deny it, but admitted it openly:

"That's right, Shibazaki, you understand me best, so let's go eat noodles now and eat for a longer time. Well, by the way, I also want a drink!"

This was such a blatant display. Goro Shibasaki glanced at him and rolled his eyes speechlessly, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He was actually very happy that this boss and old friend could make the wisest choice and protect people wisely.

It's 6 o'clock in the morning, the sky is bright, about 10 blocks away from Jiuliangqi Garden, a full 3 kilometers away.

A ramen restaurant that has just opened for business, with a somewhat humble and unremarkable appearance.

On a table in the corner, Ishiguro Kansei and Shibasaki Goro sat across from each other, sipping their noodles and drinking leisurely.

Early in the morning, it was still dark, but two big men with hands and eyes reaching to the sky, stomping their feet and shaking the entire Japanese capital, were sitting in an unknown street shop eating noodles and drinking wine, and there was no one else around.

"Ding bell~"

The door of the ramen shop was suddenly pushed open, and a tall and straight figure walked in, wrapped in the biting cold wind.

Ishiguro Huancheng and the others sat farthest from the door and closest to the window, with their bodies always facing the store door.

This is a subconscious defense habit developed from many years of life as an agent. With a wide field of vision, he can monitor the entire scene at any time and be close to the retreat route.

Hearing the noise, they all subconsciously turned their heads and looked over. Then almost at the same time, their pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, their bodies stiffened, and cold sweat broke out.

The person who could make them react so violently was naturally Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo, however, had no expression on his face, put his hands in his pockets, walked straight to their table and sat down, and greeted the boss loudly:

"Tonkotsu ramen, three bowls, all extra large, with meat added to each bowl."

"Hi, hi, guest, please wait a moment."

When he met a big customer, the noodle shop owner smiled so hard that he couldn't help but nodded and bowed in response.

After ordering the noodles, Du Weiguo turned to look at the dumbfounded two people in front of him, as if facing a formidable enemy. He raised the corners of his mouth and teased in a teasing tone:

"What? You should know me, right? Forget it, let me introduce myself. My name is Wesley, nicknamed Evil God. I was the one responsible for the nearly 100 deaths in Jiuraqi Garden last night."

Having said this, Du Weiguo picked up an empty cup on the table, filled himself with soju, took a sip, frowned and smacked his lips.

"Tsk, this soju is not good. It is far worse than One Hundred Years of Solitude. You are all high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Why, are you having fun with the people?"

Shi Hei Huancheng and the others were buzzing at the moment, and they didn't answer. Du Weiguo put down his wine glass, raised his eyes and glanced at Shi Hei Huancheng, and said in a teasing tone:

"By the way, why don't you hurry up and arrest me, but you hide here and drink? Are you afraid of death?"

Meeting Du Weiguo's eyes, Ishiguro Huancheng couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his face and tried to stay calm. Just as he was about to speak, Shibasaki Goro asked first:

"Mr. Wesley, what do you want to do?"

His voice was a little trembling, but overall he was calm. Du Weiguo glanced at him and nodded noncommittally, his tone still joking:

"Well, you're not bad. You're a very competent subordinate. You know how to protect your boss from the knife. Let me guess.

The reason why you are hiding here and deliberately delaying time and inaction is because you are waiting for me and the Mitsui family to decide the final outcome and reap the benefits? "

Being called out, Ishiguro and Shibazaki trembled at the same time, sweating like rain, but Du Weiguo still smiled and said to himself:

"A very wise choice, but now I have a very head-scratching problem."

"what is the problem?"

Shibazaki Goro opened his mouth and asked like a ghost. As soon as the words came out, he regretted it, but it was already too late.

Du Weiguo's eyes flashed with a cunning light, and his expression seemed to be smiling but not smiling:

"The problem now is, I don't know where the fate of the Mitsui family is? I want to cut through the mess quickly and solve this farce as soon as possible, but I can't find the key."

Those present were all old foxes, so naturally they all immediately understood what Du Weiguo meant.

Ishiguro Kansei couldn't help but swallowed suddenly, his mouth was dry, and Shibazaki Goro's body trembled in shock, his mouth opened involuntarily, and no sound came out.

At this time, the owner of the ramen shop came over with three large bowls of steaming ramen on a tray and placed them respectfully in front of Du Weiguo.

“The smell is very fragrant and the ingredients used are quite solid, not bad.”

Looking at the three ocean bowls piled up like mountains of meat, Du Weiguo sniffed, gave a thumbs up, and praised the boss.

"Thank you, thank you for the compliment, guest, please use it slowly."

The boss smiled and said politely, then quickly turned around and left.

Although he is a small person, he is also a discerning person. He knows in his heart that the guests at this table have strong temperaments and are not ordinary people. The farther away, the better.

Du Weiguo first took a sip of the milky white bone noodle soup, and then picked up the noodles and took a bite. Although the taste was not amazing, it was not bad, and it was fair.

"You don't have to rush to answer. You can think about it carefully while I'm eating noodles, and you can even discuss it."

Du Weiguo gently tapped his chopsticks and confessed in a casual tone. Then he lowered his head and began to slurp the noodles without any care.

He was called confident. Although the two guys in front of him were veteran special agents who had experienced many battles, they posed no threat to him.

At the same time, Du Weiguo is also known as using his power to suppress others, forcing him to drink water by pressing the bull's head.

If you are willing to cooperate with him, everyone will naturally be happy and live in peace. As long as you don't cooperate, you will die now, immediately, and immediately.

The ingredients used in this small shop are indeed quite solid. With the soup and noodles, and the extra meat, three bowls of noodles weigh more than 2 kilograms.

It took Du Weiguo only 3 minutes to finish such a large portion. He didn't even count it as eating, he simply poured it down his throat.

"Hiccup~"

Du Weiguo let out a long burp, lit a cigarette slowly and in a lazy tone:

"Okay, we've finished eating the noodles. How are you thinking about it?"

This time, just when Shibazaki Goro was about to open his mouth, Ishiguro Kansei held his arm down, shook his head slightly, interrupted him and spoke first:

"Mr. Wesley, the current head of the Mitsui family is called Mitsui Kaminari. He has been bedridden for many years. He is now living in the Aoba Mountain Mansion in Chiyoda District, Tokyo.

His only son is Mitsui Takizawa. He just left Kuraki Park about an hour ago and should have also gone to Aoba Mountain. "

When Ishiguro Huancheng spoke, his voice was so hoarse that it was as obscure and unpleasant as a knife scraping the bottom of a pot.

His words were not too long, but each word seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, almost draining his spine and all his strength.

Shibazaki Goro turned his head, his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets, and looked at Ishiguro Kansei with a look of disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Ishiguro could be so decisive, easy, and even hasty in leaking the secrets of the Mitsui family, and he also told them in such detail without concealing anything.

Ishiguro Huancheng looked at him calmly, a forced smile that was uglier than crying appeared on his face, and he shook his head helplessly:

"Shibasaki, I just said, I don't want to die, we have no choice at all."

Du Weiguo smiled, slowly exhaled the smoke, and gave a thumbs up to Shi Hei Huancheng:

"You're smart, and you deserve to be a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. By the way, what's your name?"

At this moment, Ishiguro Kansei also broke the pot. He didn't hide anything and replied honestly: "Ishiguro Kansei, I am the Minister of the Second Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Du Weiguo leaned forward, got closer to him, held his shoulders, and lowered his voice like a devil whispering:

"Ishiguro Kansei, within 24 hours, the Mitsui Kamei lineage will be completely extinct, and the high-end combat power will be wiped out. The rest is up to you."

As if struck by lightning, both he and Shibazaki Goro couldn't help but tremble when they heard this.