In Tokyo, a criminal

Chapter 207: Industry veteran, Hasegawa Sawa

"Oh! I understand!"

A minute later, the big black mole clapped his hands suddenly.

Xiaobian cast a curious look.

The big black mole slowly stroked the long hair on the black mole at the corner of his mouth, and said wisely: "The Japanese who was arrested must be Sasaki. As for the other two Koreans, the police must have been unable to catch us, but they were anxious to solve the case as soon as possible to give an explanation to Kurosawa Shengli, so they brought them in to take the blame."

Although he didn't know the details, he guessed correctly.

"Does that mean we are safe again? No need to hide?" Xiaobian's eyes lit up, and then he started to curse, "It's all because of that idiot Sasaki who was recognized by the hostage. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to come to Kyoto and could still be living happily in Tokyo."

Big Black Mole also smiled brightly, "Since they have found someone to take the blame, they definitely haven't launched a wanted list for the two of us. We are of course safe now."

The feeling of having just lost everything was instantly healed. Money is valuable, but freedom is more valuable.

As long as freedom remains, money will be at your fingertips.

"Brother, let's go back to Tokyo and look for a new fat sheep. We will definitely not kill her this time!" The young man with pigtails licked his dry lips, eager to try.

Big Black Mole emptied several pockets of his body and finally pulled out tens of thousands of yen. He frowned and said, "This amount of money is not even enough to rent a house. I have to find a way to get some start-up capital in Kyoto. Otherwise, how can I start a business? My head is dizzy, I'll go back to the rental house and take a nap first."

As for the money they lost in the casino, the two brothers didn't take it to heart at all. To be honest, winning or losing a few hundred million yen was normal for them.

If they didn't gamble, the money they earned over the years would have been enough for them to immigrate and enjoy life, but instead of enjoying life, they love to enjoy the joy of gambling.

Every time he makes money, he spends it on eating, drinking, gambling and whoring. After losing it all, he continues to make money, and the cycle continues.

Sasaki, a newcomer in the criminal world, chose to cooperate with these two habitual criminals who had committed crimes many times. He was courting death, so it was normal for him to be cheated by them.

At the same time, a taxi with a Tokyo license plate stopped at an intersection in Shimogyo Ward, Kyoto.

Then the rear door of the car opened, and a young man with a crew cut and wearing an expensive suit walked down. He was the bodyguard who came to Kyoto as ordered by Takei Baoxiong.

His name is Hasegawa Sawa, 27 years old, born in Kanagawa Prefecture. His parents died early, and he has been living by stealing and robbing. He worked hard on the streets and became quite skilled. When he was a little older, he started to fight underground boxing from the age of 17 to 22. He was spotted by Takei Baoxiong and became his bodyguard. Only then did he live a good life without worries about food and drink.

So he was very grateful to Takei Baoxiong for pulling him out of the quagmire and giving him a new life and dignity.

"Sir, take care." The taxi driver waved his hand and counted the money happily. Although he drove for several hours, he made a lot of money from this trip!

Hasegawa Sawa ignored the driver, figured out the direction and walked away. On the way, he bought a map of Kyoto, found the villa that Takei Baoxiong mentioned before leaving, and climbed over the wall to enter.

He had experienced too many things today and was exhausted both physically and mentally. Fearing that he would miss Takei Baoxiong's call, he did not dare to go to the bedroom to sleep and fell asleep directly on the sofa in the living room while listening to the phone.

At the same time, Aoyama Hidenobu, who was far away in Tokyo, also felt exhausted after completing the task.

"How am I compared to your ex-boyfriend?" Aoyama Hidenobu leaned close to her ear and asked in a playful tone.

Damn the competitiveness of men.

Akina Nakamori changed instantly, with a flash of pain and entanglement in her eyes, "Don't mention him to me."

"I heard that you cut your wrists for him. Tsk, you are such a loser." Aoyama Hidenobu mocked her and pinched her cheeks. "I humiliated you so much, but you just accepted it. I really didn't expect you to be someone who would commit suicide for love, Miss Nakamori. You can't judge a person by his appearance."

"That's because I love him too much." Akina Nakamori bit her red lips subconsciously, her eyes filled with tears.

Aoyama Hidenobu let go of her hand, put his head close to her ears, raised the corners of his mouth, and asked with a smile, "Wasn't I deep enough just now?"

"Disgusting!" Nakamori Akina cursed with a red face and mixed feelings of shame and anger. The sadness that had just emerged was destroyed without a trace. She said: "People like you who only want to get women by power don't understand what love is at all, and you will never experience that kind of feeling."

"I don't want to experience it either." Aoyama Hidenobu said righteously: "All my love has been dedicated to the motherland. I don't want to waste my time on petty love. I just want to build this country with my heart."

Akina Nakamori opened her mouth, but faced with such a politically correct and glorious view of love, she felt that her vision was too narrow and she had nothing to refute, so she did not respond.

"Then how about your answer that I am better than your ex-boyfriend?"

"You're amazing." Nakamori Akina's face turned red as if blood could drip out, and she turned her head away, "Don't ask, I don't want to mention him. I feel uncomfortable when I mention him."

"What does your discomfort have to do with me?" Aoyama Hidenobu asked with confidence.

Nakamori Akina was so angry that her teeth itched. This guy really had no sympathy for women. She closed her eyes and ignored him, "I'm sleepy. I want to sleep."

"Akina, let's take a photo together." "Are you my fan?" Akina Nakamori opened her eyes, her eyes twinkling, and asked with some anticipation.

If the other person is her fan, she feels that she will be able to maintain a little dignity in the future.

"I just want to commemorate the fact that I slept with you, so that when I am old and look back on the past, I will not regret wasting my time when I was young, nor will I be ashamed of being mediocre." Aoyama Hidenobu said it quite lyrically.

Nakamori Akina: "………………"

"Da Me! I will never take such embarrassing photos. Don't even think about it. It's impossible!"

"Both Nakayama Mihui and her sister have taken photos."

"Sister Zhongshan? You are so...hateful!"

After much persuasion, threats and inducements from Aoyama Hidenobu, Akina Nakamori finally cooperated with him and took a few photos.

Aoyama Hidenobu looked at the camera in his hand.

The Japanese also need to have their own Teacher Chen!

"You swear you won't show it to anyone and you won't spread it." Akina Nakamori said pitifully with tears in her eyes, wrapping her delicate body tightly with a quilt.

Aoyama Hidenobu replied casually: "Don't forget that I am a civil servant. Would I bring trouble upon myself? I just want to keep it as a souvenir, in case there are too many female stars to play with in the future and I can't remember which ones I have slept with and which ones I haven't."

"You are so shameless!" Akina Nakamori stretched out her little foot from under the quilt and kicked him. She suddenly became worried. If such corrupt officials were investigated one day, the entire Japanese entertainment industry would collapse.

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"Click!" "Click!"

Sitting in the car on the side of the road, Shinichi Nakamura used his camera to take a picture of a couple kissing passionately not far away.

According to Aoyama Hidenobu's instructions, he had been keeping an eye on Himemiya Yoshimi for several days and made an unexpected discovery: this woman was actually having an affair with Nodaira Hisaji. She often asked her husband to watch the store and ran out to have an affair with Nodaira Hisaji.

Himemiya Yoshimi's husband is Himemiya Ei, a chef with a big belly. He is indeed not as good-looking as the tall and handsome Nodaira Hisashi who is a police inspector.

After discovering their affair, Shinichi Nakamura felt that they had been together for a long time, and even suspected that the children born to Himemiya Yoshimi were not Himemiya Ei's.

Because according to the information, Himemiya Yoshimi's son was born two months prematurely, which made him suspect that she married Himemiya Ei just to make him a scapegoat.

He planned to find an opportunity to get the hair of Ji Gongyong's son and Ji Gongyong's hair to send for a paternity test. If it was confirmed that he was not his biological son, then Ji Gongyong would become his helper in conquering Ji Gong Liangmei.

After all, the anger of an honest person is terrible.

Not far away, Himemiya Yoshimi and Nodaira Hisaji were flirting with each other for a while and then they separated. Himemiya Yoshimi tidied her hair, sprayed some perfume, and walked towards home.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

The doorbell rang for a long time before the potbellied Ji Gongyong opened the door. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and smiled, "Liang Mei, you're back."

As he said this, he took the bag from his wife's hand.

"Why are you so slow? Really, what can you do well?" Himemiya Yoshimi's eyes were full of disgust and impatience. She didn't have any of the tenderness she showed towards Nodaira Hisaji. After she said that, she walked past Himemiya Yong and went into the house.

Ji Gongyong hurriedly followed, explaining himself, "I was just cooking, Liang Mei..."

"Okay, stop talking. I feel annoyed when I hear your voice." Himimiya Yoshimi squatted down and changed her shoes while saying disdainfully. After kicking her high heels aside, she walked upstairs. "I'm going to rest first."

Ji Gong Yong stood there for a while, silently putting Ji Gong Liang Mei's high heels in place. He had been living like this for so many years, and he had long been used to it.

"Dad, did you make Mom angry again?" A chubby little kid ran up to him.

Ji Gongyong smiled. Although he knew that his wife looked down on him from the bottom of her heart, at least she gave birth to a lovely son for him, which showed that she still loved him. Therefore, he should tolerate her shortcomings.

"Tsk, you're reluctant to ride the bike, and someone else stands up to pedal it. If it breaks, you still feel bad and have to spend money to repair it." Seeing the door of the Himimiya family closed, Shinichi Nakamura withdrew his gaze and said to himself.

I heard this from Inspector Aoyama.

It really is a wake-up call!

(End of this chapter)