Undead Detective

Chapter 231
"Ba Ge, what are you talking about, all the people we went to Bukaina disappeared?"

At noon, when it was hot, Jiro Yamamoto called the person in charge of his subordinates sent to Bukaina last night, but no one answered. Anger: "We have 500 people plus Buquet's people, how come there is no one?"

Violence appeared in the eyes, and the voice like a duck roared: "Are you going to tell me that they all evaporated?"

The subordinates took a step back subconsciously with some trembling, although Yamamoto Jiro sometimes behaved as a gentleman and polite, but these subordinates knew that he was a butcher in private, and said in a timid voice: "Yes, Mr. Yamamoto, when we arrived, Not a single one."

Thinking of the scene I saw, the faces of my subordinates turned pale instantly: "However, when I was leaving, I found something on the truck outside. There were more than 100 living corpses, but all of them were black people, and there were no people from us. Inside, it's as if they've never been there."

"Over 100 dead bodies in the truck?"

Jiro Yamamoto's triangular eyes narrowed in an instant, and his experience in his 30s is not too shallow, and he immediately caught something: "You mean our people may have encountered accidents, could it be that Bukai killed all of our people?" them!"

But when it comes to this, Jiro Yamamoto shook his head again: "But it doesn't make sense. He actually had time to pack up his own corpses and put them on the car. Why didn't he bury them? Instead, he asked you to see them. He didn't care about them at all. Maybe it’s so kind that the people who killed us should be buried? But you don’t care about your own people?”

After a little thought, the subordinate knew that his idea was absurd, but there was still a trace of doubt on his face: "Mr. Yamamoto, although I have such an idea, it is not necessarily true. I have carefully looked at the death conditions of those people. Although it is not very clear how he died."

"But it's certain that they didn't die last night, at least the night before!"

Hearing this, Jiro Yamamoto started pacing back and forth in the room, with a deep frown on his brows, and stopped after a long time: "If you say that, things are a little strange!"

Meeting Bukai and the others at dawn yesterday, Jiro Yamamoto felt a little strange, why Bukai and his party were so embarrassed, but at that time, with the idea of ​​wooing these small forces as cannon fodder, Jiro Yamamoto didn't explore too much, and In order to gain the trust of these small forces, Yamamoto also sent some people to each of them to assist them in defense.

But secretly there is also the idea of ​​monitoring these small forces.

Jiro Yamamoto is a treacherous person. He doesn't trust anyone. Although he wants these small forces to be cannon fodder, he absolutely doesn't believe that these people will go all out, so he sent some of them to each small force. People, if those people don't accept the order to rush forward, then kill them first.

It's just that the attack on Fu Tianyun hasn't started yet, Bukai's people have disappeared, and more than 100 people of his own have also disappeared, which makes Jiro Yamamoto feel like he's out of control!
Waving his hands to let his subordinates go out, Jiro Yamamoto dialed a phone number, and it took a long time before he was connected. A man's, but obviously young voice came: "Hello!"

Hearing this man's voice, Jiro Yamamoto subconsciously held his head up and held his chest high, very respectful: "Master, there is a small incident here. A group of small armed forces I recruited disappeared last night along with more than 100 of us. No one is seen, no dead body is seen!"

"It's as if the world has evaporated, without a trace!"

When the man over there was silent, Jiro Yamamoto knew that he wanted to finish the sentence by himself, so he told the opposite person all the news that his subordinates had just reported to him, without adding any personal color, and told them all truthfully, because He knew that his master would understand the whole thing from his own account.

When Jiro Yamamoto finished talking about the situation here and stood up straight, the man over there was silent for a moment before he said softly: "There is no fight, no trace, and I don't even know who they are, but there are hundreds of people alive. Can't see the dead without seeing the dead?"

"Yamamoto, are you too incompetent, or is your enemy too powerful?"

When Yamamoto was nervous, the man's voice lowered instantly: "In Africa, and at this time, who do you think can kill someone behind your back, and there is no news at all?"

"Master, you mean Fu Tianyun did it?"

Jiro Yamamoto was able to be arranged to be the principal in Africa. His mind is not simple. He knew the result just as soon as the master said something: "It is really possible according to what you said, young master. That kid Fu Tianyun must be Want to break down one by one, and then let our people have no allies and can only fight alone?"

Jiro Yamamoto, who thought he wanted to understand, showed a ferocious face: "Is this damn guy really powerful? He killed so many people in one night, and he didn't even notice the people I arranged around them."

"Bastard, are you a pig brain?"

Before Jiro Yamamoto could continue to express his high opinion, the man on the other end of the phone had already raised his voice and cursed: "I really don't know why I chose you, an idiot, to go to Africa, and even made wild guesses there. It's okay to be stupid, you can fight with pigs!"

It seemed that he felt a little more comfortable after cursing a few words, and the man's voice had returned to his original calm: "Although Fu Tianyun is possible, it won't be him at this time, not to mention that his casualties a few days ago were considered heavy. It is impossible for him to attack the newly opened gold mine with 2000 people stationed for a long time."

The voice came out calmly: "However, to eliminate hundreds of people is still carried out silently. It is impossible to do it without three times the strength, so it is even more certain that it is not Fu Tianyun's person."

After the master's point, Jiro Yamamoto was ashamed and nodded without hesitation: "What the young master taught is that Yamamoto is too arbitrary! But if it wasn't for Fu Tianyun, who would attack us at this time?"

"If I'm right, nine out of ten are South Koreans!"

The man on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment and mentioned a possibility, and when Yamamoto was about to ask, he added: "I know you want to say why you are not Americans, but they are absolutely impossible, if they want to pay Tianyun The gold mine, as long as we say hello afterwards, can we not give them one?"

As Jiro Yamamoto nodded slightly, the man once again expressed his thoughts: "Everyone in the world knows our relationship with the Americans, so the attack will not be the Americans, not the United States, and it is impossible for Fu Tianyun With a large-scale mobilization of manpower, only the Jin family in South Korea will be left!"

"Kim Jung-han?" Yamamoto Jiro spat out a name, and he had already identified this person who had blindly trusted his master at this time, with a murderous look in his eyes: "Master, South Korea stabbed us in the back at this time, do you want me to take someone there now?" Give them a lesson in blood?"

"No need!" The man vetoed Jiro Yamamoto's suggestion without hesitation, and said in a dignified tone, "I will call the boss of Haibo later, I believe he will give me a little face and suppress the South Koreans from doing anything else. Movement, all you need to do now is to take down Fu Tianyun."

"With one diamond mine and three gold mines in his hands, he can make a lot of money in a year!"

"Hi!" Yamamoto Jiro replied loudly, and put the phone back on the table until he hung up the phone over there, but the ferocity on his face has not disappeared: "Damn South Korea, wait until the Lord kills all those Chinese people, Then turn around and kill you all."

A more sinister look appeared on his face: "Finally, we will use tricks to kill the Americans, and the whole east will belong to our Yamato nation, ahaha,,,"

"Damn rascal, get out!"

When Jiro Yamamoto was dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Dream, Ma Bingbing, who slowly returned to the hiding place, looked at Lin Luoxi standing at the intersection with a gloomy face, and said something that surprised Xuanli and the others. This is too fierce, right? ?How much courage does it take to tell the dignified leader of the dragon team to go away?

Qi Qi looked at Lin Luoxi, everyone had the scene of Ma Bingbing being slapped and slapped by Lin Luoxi in everyone's mind, but there was an even more unacceptable picture, Lin Luoxi moved away After a little bit of position, he said calmly, "I'm back!"

"Hmph, don't you want me to come back?" Ma Bingbing said forcefully again, then stopped looking at Lin Luoxi, and walked straight towards Mao Lili.

Lin Luoxi rubbed her head with a wry smile, and walked towards the outside. What a mistake!Not to mention that Ma Bingbing is not a member of the Dragon Group anymore, even if he is still a member of the Dragon Group, after what happened last night, Lin Luoxi does not know how to face this woman at this moment.

When everyone wondered why Lin Luoxi had such a good temper today, Mao Lili looked at Ma Bingbing adoringly, and gave a thumbs up: "Sister Bingbing is mighty! I haven't seen you for a day, and even the team leader dared to teach you a lesson. You are really mine." Idol!"

Ma Bingbing shook her head with a bitter smile, if possible, she would rather not do this!
(End of this chapter)