crisis management game.

Chapter 227 Overt Contest, Secret War

"Teraoka Yamada, 51 years old, was born in the martial arts faction, the head of the Executive Department of the Jiquanhui, the second person in the club, the president of the Second Daime Sando Association, and sworn brothers with the sixth generation Tamaoka Kenichi, firmly controlling the richest Tokyo In addition to illegal industries such as pornography and drugs, it also involves Kabukicho, real estate, entertainment and non-performing assets and bonds, and is known as the most promising candidate for the seventh generation of the Kyrgyz General Assembly."

Chen Zhiyu was in charge of explaining, "The sixth generation's hometown is in the Tama area. There are rumors that the high-level officers of the Tama Police Department often accept bribes from the Jiquanhui, so the relationship is unusual; but then again, where did you get the stick?"

"Well, in this kind of situation, I always feel unsafe without something to defend myself, so I just..."

Gao Bo hurriedly put the stick back into his pocket, scratched his head, and laughed playfully, "We don't report it because we are afraid that Team Leader Xu and Sister Qiao will be worried."

Shi Zhengmin and Zeng Dan didn't say anything, but glanced at Gu Ji.

Don't even think about it, among the three trainee special police officers, only Gu Ji has the courage to make such a decision.

But there was no shame on Gu Ji's face.

In fact, it was true that he was carrying a weapon for self-defense. If the people from the police station hadn't come forward, they would definitely have fought the gang just now.

Then, Gu Ji pointed to the thin, black, monkey-like middle-aged man who was walking side by side with Wang Xueming, his triangular eyes were as dark as a poisonous snake, "What about him?"

"Oji Ogura, 39 years old, acting as the president of the Jiquanhui, in charge of the North American branch, the third person in the club, the president of the heart heart society, often active in the Northeast Kanto and North America, its main business is usury, gambling, fraud and money laundering, mobile phone There are many casinos operating under it.”

Gu Ji also did homework before coming to Japan.

There are public information on the high-level members of the Ji Plenary Meeting on the Internet, but there are no photos, so I can't match the specific people.

After listening to Chen Zhiyu's introduction, he finally understood why Wang Xueming walked with that skinny black monkey.

After all, northern Myanmar was born in wire fraud and gambling.

"The news you have found is already a little behind."

Inoue Takaaki, who had finished reporting to the police station counselor, came over, and after listening to Lang Shaobo's translation, he interjected in English:

"Although on the surface, Ogura Osamu is the third child of the Jiquanhui, in fact, he has long been secretly surpassed by the chairman of the board, Shigemoto Abe. The Liangbensha under his hand is a very young gang, which was mainly active in Hokkaido and South Korea before. , made a fortune with drugs and medical treatment.”

"Later, he led his subordinates to join the Jiquanhui, and was appreciated by the sixth generation in one fell swoop, and he was promoted to the chairman of the club despite all opinions. Shigemoto Abe was very ambitious. Members of the guard, the weapons and equipment are also the best in the club, and they have snatched away the territories of many old gangsters, and even won the share of singing and dancing in some Tokyo metropolitan areas. In the eyes of younger generations, their prestige is second only to Teraoka Yamada, known as 'The Dragon of Good Book'."

Follow Inoue Gaoming's gaze.

Gu Ji saw a slender middle-aged man standing behind Teraoka Yamada, wearing an expensive dark gray suit, with a two-to-eight retro oily hair, and slightly gray sideburns on both sides of his temples. Looking at his appearance alone, he looked more like a A scholar or business elite, unexpectedly turned out to be a ruthless gang boss.

Shigemoto Abe.

After listening to Jiang Na and the background of the police arrest for so long, I finally saw the real person today.

"So, the future boss of the Jiquanhui was born among the three of them?"

Gao Bo listened with gusto, and then pointed to a middle-aged man with a shaved crew cut, a grumpy face, and sunglasses, "Who is that crew cut, he seems to be very dignified too." .”

"The head of Chuanwanghui, the third largest designated violent society in Japan."

After finishing speaking, Inoue Takaaki turned his head to look at Gu Ji and the others, "The fourth person who originally participated in the election, the secretary Otsuka Katsura, the leader of the Muraki team, is in charge of logistics and shipping, but he went to singing and dancing in the early hours of yesterday. While having fun in Kicho Fanjie, he was shot dead by a gunman."

Gu Ji raised his eyebrows.

It turned out that the person who was killed by the killer that night turned out to be No. [-] of the Jiquanhui. He just remembered that when he was observing the gang in the square, he saw a familiar figure.

Zeng Dan asked casually.

"Officer Inoue, is there any progress in this shooting?"

"Not yet, but we temporarily list Ji Ogura as an important suspect in the first search section, because the Heart Association is in charge of usury and gambling, and set up a trick to trap Otsuka Katsuki's younger brother, ruining his family, so the two have a relationship Deep hatred, plus the death of the sixth generation, the club needs to run for a new president, you understand..."

At the end, Inoue Takaaki spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

I don't know the language they communicated with was too special. Wang Xueming and Chao Jun who were following Oguraji looked sideways, as if they were curious about their identities.

Shi Zhengmin also noticed this.

However, Guoan's current goal is only Liangbensha, so it continues to focus on Shigemoto Abe.

In addition to the ponytail man following him, there is another man and a woman who attracted Gu Ji's attention. Both of them are not very old, with short hair, handsome and cute features, and their hip joints are quite stable when they walk. This pair of body postures The stability control requirements of the car are very high, and it is necessary to keep the core part in a tightened state at all times.

Only those who have trained in fighting for a long time will do this.

Such as boxers, UFC athletes and so on.

It seems that, as Takaaki Inoue said, the members of Abe Shigemoto's staff are indeed all extraordinary in skill, and they are basically retired military and police personnel, or have received special training.

This is not uncommon in gangs, criminal organizations.

It's like Los Zetas, a drug cartel all made up of retired and defected special forces.

After the episode was over, the mourning ceremony was officially ushered in.

A burst of majestic and solemn Dongying Buddhist music sounded in the memorial hall. Dongying, who was wearing an orange cassock, personally led the monks to preside over the farewell ceremony for the sixth generation.

The bosses and thugs of the major gangs also consciously stopped the rioting and whispering.

According to seniority and gang size, line up to enter the memorial hall to pay homage, and the boss with status will also offer a stick of incense.

The photos and remains of the sixth generation are enshrined in the white chrysanthemum platform under the golden Buddha statue.

Gu Ji and the other policemen would definitely not bow to the gang bosses in Japan, so they randomly found a corner of the memorial hall to stay.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he went around from the passage connecting the main hall and the side hall to the rear, and he saw two single-story long strip buildings.

And there is no back road behind the mountain, only a steep wild forest.

A dead end.

That is to say, once the gangsters seal the entrance to the mountain, everyone will become a prisoner in the urn.

Unless you risk rolling down a steep wild hillside.

Back on the square, the mourning ceremony lasted until 11:50, ending before noon.

Then, under the arrangement of the Sixth Generation's family, all gangsters and guests moved to the dining hall behind the main hall for dinner.

One can eat.

Gao Bo regained his energy in an instant. He really didn't have much interest in these gangster funerals where cats cry and mice pretended to be merciful.

The temple's dining hall is a very simple Japanese-style tatami dining hall.

Guests need to take off their shoes and sit cross-legged on small wooden tables. Because there are too many people, all the partitions have been opened up. There is a long strip connecting the city, and gangsters sit on both sides, like centipedes.

In order to avoid conflicts with gangsters again.

During the meal, the counselor of the police station specially arranged them and Inoue Takaaki next to the Tama police officer, so they were relatively close to the high-level clubs such as the Jiquanhui.

Gu Ji took a bite of the rice ball, looked at it out of the corner of his eye, and asked Lang Shaobo to be his interpreter.

Don't think about how rich the fasting meal in the temple is.

It's all vegetarian, onigiri, vegetable tempura, miso soup, etc.

Not to mention that they are not used to eating it, those fat and strong gangster thugs they raised find it even more difficult to swallow, so many people quit after a few mouthfuls, and then replaced a group of people.

Could it be that today's funeral is nothing more than that?

Just when Gu Ji thought that the so-called crisis was just a brief conflict in the square before.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, someone slammed the table hard, startling everyone present, and it was Teraoka Yamada.

This moment reflects the prestige of the number two person in the society.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of gangster thugs stood up, and the originally extremely noisy dining hall was instantly silent, so quiet that one could hear a needle drop.

Teraoka Yamada didn't blink his eyes, but there was anger in his eyebrows.

"Okuraji, the mourning ceremony for Miyama has just ended, it's too impolite for you to talk about this now!"

"Courtesy?"

Oguraji snorted coldly, and pointed in the direction of the mountain, "Now the streets in the Tama area are full of patrolmen, and the brothers under him are being checked in and out. Where is the face of the Jiquanhui?" Are you kidding me? A country can’t live without a king, if it continues like this, the society will be disbanded!”

At the beginning, these bosses were talking about the follow-up of the sixth generation's funeral, but gradually, Ogura Osamu proposed to run for the seventh generation's chairman as soon as possible, which aroused Teraoka Yamada's dissatisfaction.

The bald counselor sitting by the side had a visibly displeased expression.

After all, these words are referring to their police station.

As the second-in-command of the Tama Police Department, when Six Daime was alive, he had to be polite when talking to him, let alone the second-level branches under him.

"The Metropolitan Police Department deploys police forces. You don't know the reason why? From the death of the president to the present, you have fought openly and secretly, and committed many violent cases!"

The bald-headed counselor threw the spoon on the table, wiped his mouth with a white towel, and said eccentrically, "I don't care how you campaign within the auspicious plenum, just keep it quiet for me. It's really a big mess, and then don't blame us for the police. Dead hand!"

"Hehehe, whoops, the counselor of the dignified police station, why is he playing threats like a violent club..."

Ogura grinned loudly.

He is in charge of the North American branch and has lived overseas all year round. Naturally, he looks down on these Japanese policemen and is not afraid of offending them.

The bald counselor had never been humiliated like this before, and he was so angry that he cursed on the spot.

"My sister!!"

"What! The police are amazing? Are you going to beat me up!"

Ji Ogura stood up abruptly, and even his subordinates got up together.

The dining hall suddenly became tense.

Only Shigemoto Abe still used a spoon, drank the miso soup unhurriedly, and even blew it leisurely, as if he couldn't hear the quarrel at all.

"enough!"

Teraoka Yamada yelled angrily, just about to reach out and pat the table again, but suddenly he couldn't help but coughed while clutching his chest, "Ahem..."

"Big brother!"

The servant in charge rushed up to support him, and took out a bottle of first-aid medicine like Suxiao Jiuxin Pill from his pocket, "Brother, this is the medicine..."

"It turns out that the No. [-] person with the highest status has a heart attack. No wonder that Oguraji dared to bark his teeth in front of him."

Gao Bo put the rice ball into his mouth, finally it was their turn to watch the gang fight scene.

If Teraoka Yamada fell ill at this time, the funeral ceremony would probably be completely over. Gu Ji was about to raise his wrist to check the time, but Chen Zhiyu beside him muttered: "Why is there no signal on the phone..."

It turned out that she had been secretly recording with her mobile phone.

When Gu Ji heard this, he frowned, feeling something was wrong, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Also no signal.

Oops! !
He reacted instantly, grabbed Gao Bo and Chen Zhiyu beside him, and said anxiously:
"Go! There's a problem with the funeral!"

"puff--!"

In an instant, Teraoka Yamada spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing Shigemoto Abe's face all over, and the warm blood stained his handsome facial features and white shirt all red.

"Big brother!"

"Big Brother!!"

All the thugs of the Sandao Society rushed over.

The bald counselor sitting at the same table, Wang Xueming and others were all stunned, they never thought that Teraoka Yamada's condition was so serious.

Ogura Osamu was slightly taken aback at first, and then laughed uncontrollably, as if an adventurer had climbed a certain mountain and saw the dawn of victory.

Teraoka Yamada's facial features were so ferocious that they were almost distorted, as if enduring the severe pain of tearing, he finally grinned, and there was scarlet blood between his teeth, "Rice, there is poison in the rice!"

"How can it be repaired!! Everyone is not allowed to leave!"

"Brother who did it!!"

"Brother, he's the one who laughs the most! Katsuo Otsuka of the Muraki-gumi was killed by him, and now he's here to poison again!"

"Hehehe..." Seeing the thugs pointing the finger at him, Ogura Osamu immediately lowered his face, sneered sinisterly, and even burst into English: "Fake You stepmother! Otsuka Katsuki was not killed by me, I and Teraoka We've known each other for 15 years, no grievances, no enmity, what kind of poison am I doing! Are you out of your mind?"

After speaking, he pointed to the bald counselor.

"Maybe this was done by the police. While we have no leader, we completely wiped out the Jiquanhui, or Abe Shigemoto, this kid is a fucking white-eyed wolf who secretly robbed the elders of the society. It may even be Sichuan Wang Hui sent someone to poison him, why did he just stare at Lao Tzu!"

"Sister! How could our police poison you, don't spit blood on people!!"

The bald counselor also stood up, and the policemen behind him immediately surrounded him.

Gu Ji and the others were secretly retreating outside the dining hall under his reminder and pull.

The poison was extremely poisonous, and in just a few words, Teraoka Yamada's eyes were already scarlet, and even two lines of blood leaked out. He pulled out the samurai short sword on the back of his waist, and the silver light flashed:
"Everyone here, no one can let go!!"

(End of this chapter)