I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

Chen Feng, who came out of the bathroom, was instantly attracted by Chika Fujiwara, who was knocking Yu Ishigami on the head with a rolled magazine in the back row, and there was a muffled noise and he was not very audible. question.

All in all...they are just happy.

Chapter 55 You are... sick?

Wow!

It was raining heavily outside, and the muddy raindrops slapped mercilessly on the thick windows. From time to time, a thunderstorm struck the sky. A few seconds after the light appeared, the deafening thunder enveloped the seaside city.

It can also be regarded as a baptism of heavy rain after spring, washing away the cold brought by winter, cleaning the icy spirits that spread in winter, and laying the groundwork for the greenery and trees to regenerate the next day.

Yuta Ninomiya, this is a 53-year-old middle-aged man who is still full of aura. He is one of the powers of the Sinomiya family, and his military industry is ranked in the top ten among the world's military enterprises. Heavyweight enterprises. In addition, he also controls a large number of companies in the neon food industry, which can account for an exaggerated share of up to 30% in food exports each year.

This is an extremely ambitious man. He is unwilling to be commanded all his life. He has been dictated by the head of the Shinomiya family all his life. He has more ambitious ambitions, not with the group of conservatives who are older and younger. , Stick to the existing capital and dare not take a step forward.

In his view, the changes in this family were simply a godsend, and of course it also left him with lingering fears.

Who caused the fire that killed hundreds of people? Who is to instigate the discord and let the three young masters of the family kill each other?

His courage did not become smaller because of the increase in age, but the improvement in experience gave him a mentality called'stable'. He didn't dare to be the first bird, even if he knew the girl born by the concubine. There is no such strength, but as long as there is a one-thousandth chance that he will die with those who can't stand his temper, he will silently shut his mouth.

On the second day of the family’s accident, Shimiya Kaguya, the only remaining child of the former family owner, used the name of the memorial service to summon all the distinguished members of the Shinomiya branch and the Shijo family.

This seemed to be a feast for everyone who knew what would happen, but still bite the bullet.

No, maybe it can't be said to bite the bullet. In fact, many people are happy about it, because they see their own opportunities, the opportunity to become the people of the ages!

Yuta Ninomiya urged some people to provoke Kaguya Ninomiya, but he was just like an elder, and seemed to be protecting the only surviving junior in the family.

It's just... That child of the Hayasaka family really feels uncomfortable. Do you really think that Huang Guang will be free again after she died?

A cold light flashed in Yuta Shinomiya's eyes. He remembered the look in Ai Hayasaka's eyes accidentally when he was singing and reconciling with others yesterday morning. What kind of eyes were that? Disgusting……

The high-end neighborhoods are home to leading figures from all major industries in Tokyo. The security here can put everyone at ease, because since the establishment, there has never been a bit of violence in this area.

He is thinking about when he will take the shot. If he takes the shot early, there may be dangers he did not anticipate, but if he is too suspicious to take the shot too late, he will have fewer chips in his instinct. It will fall into a passive situation.

I have to say that all this is a gambling, and a little carelessness will be forever, but if you can win the gambling, you will be rich in the enemy's country.

Cang Dang!

The door of the study room was pushed open by a kid laughing, and seeing the 7- or 8-year-old boy, Yota Shimiya's gloomy face changed quickly, and he kindly picked up the little boy who ran towards him.

"Mahiko, are you still up to sleep so late?"

"Dad, Dad! I saw Brother Spiderman!"

"Huh?" Yuta Shinomiya, who was holding the boy in the pajamas, had a question mark on his face, "Is it a nightmare?"

"No, it's no dad, Brother Spiderman can climb the wall, and he gave me candy!"

As he said, the little boy opened his mouth happily, revealing the candy in his mouth.

"Mahiko, there is no Spider-Man in the world."

"But isn't Brother Spiderman behind you, Dad?"

Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Hearing what his child said, Yuta Shinomiya suddenly felt a cold back in his back. He turned his head stiffly and saw the figure crawling in from the window like a boneless snake.

This can be said to have seen all the scenes, even if he saw the emperor, he was not surprised to be this way, but now he saw this figure silently crawling outside the window, the whole person seemed to be dumb, so that even a syllable could not be uttered. .

The 60th floor, this is the 60th floor! !

It wasn't until the other party raised his head that a face wearing a Spiderman mask was reflected in Yu Shimiya's too blank brain. He seemed to understand why his child would say something about Spiderman...

"You... who are you?!"

"Don't you let your kids out first?"

There was a dull voice under the mask, and there was not a trace of ups and downs.

After a moment of silence, Yuta Shimiya gritted his teeth, put the little boy in his arms on the ground, nudged the opponent's back, and said softly:

"Mahiko, go to bed, or the president is not tall, dad and this brother talk about work."

"Okay, thank you brother for the candy, it's very sweet!"

"Then give you one more."

Chen Feng stretched his hand out of his pocket. He was wearing a pair of tactical cut-resistant gloves, with a delicately packaged candy in his palm.

The little boy took the sugar and left the study happily, while Yu Shimiya looked too nervously at the young man who had climbed onto the 60th floor with his bare hands without the help of any tools or protective measures.

Chen Feng raised his brow under the mask when he saw a pack of unopened cigarettes on the coffee table.

"Hilton, not bad, I want this cigarette."

"I can give you a truck you want."

"That's not enough. The girl who takes so many cigarettes back home will be angry." Chen Feng took two steps and sat on a nearby chair, raising his hand to signal Yuta Sinomiya to sit on the opposite side, "Sit down."

Yuta Shinomiya's eyes saw Chen Feng's thick-soled military shoes still have a little dark brown stains, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but when he saw Chen Feng's gaze towards the wall behind him, he gritted his teeth and sat down. Coming down, and consciously untied his jacket, and threw the pistol aside.

Chen Feng sitting in the chair smacked his lips.

"So conscious?"

"I think I can't hide from a Superman who can climb the 60th floor with bare hands."

Yuta Shinomiya nodded solemnly, sitting upright, and pleading: "But I hope you can let my wife and children go."

"I'm not going to kill you, why are you in a hurry?"

If Chen Feng really wanted to kill this man, he wouldn't even have a chance to discover himself.

Chen Feng drew it out of his pocket. Yuta Si Gong watched the movements of Chen Feng's hand nervously. However, Chen Feng only took out a piece of letterhead folded into a square. A little blood.

He unhurriedly opened the paper and asked:

"Yuta Shinomiya, right?"

"Yep!"

"Here, go on."

After Chen Feng confirmed it, he threw the letterhead to the other party, and Yota Shinomiya was also hurriedly catching the letterhead that Chen Feng threw over.