Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

The next morning at 10 a.m., the distillery's core personnel boarded the distillery's private jet.

The cabin was quiet, with only the deep, steady roar of the engines. Beige leather seats, wood trim, and a few unopened bottles of liquor sat on the bar, the air filled with a faint aroma of alcohol and cigars.

Xiao Zhuang (Gin) sat by the window, watching the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside, without saying a word. Xiao Fu (Tequila) was reclining in the sofa opposite him, flipping through an entertainment magazine with his legs crossed. He looked at something, then pursed his lips impatiently, tossed it aside, and picked up another magazine to pass the time.

At the other end of the cabin, Peng Yixing (Brandy) was intently cleaning a gun. A P226 had been disassembled into pieces, with the parts laid out on a velvet cloth. He held a piece of oilcloth and slowly wiped it.

Opposite him, Feng Yuxiu (Cohen), dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, sat cross-legged on the sofa, motionless, breathing deeply, like an old monk in deep meditation.

As for the brothers Wang Jianjun and Wang Jianguo, they occupied a table and were playing cards. Neither of them spoke, and there were only occasional crisp sounds when the chips collided with the table.

Just then, the television at the front of the cabin suddenly lit up, and Fourth Brother's face appeared on the screen.

"Ladies and gentlemen," his voice came through the cabin speakers, "the Boss is very dissatisfied with the incident that happened in Hong Kong last time."

The atmosphere in the cabin changed slightly.

"Although all the remnants of the ZZ Liberation Front have been dealt with," Fourth Brother said, "the other party in that transaction—the Death Group—is still at large. The guns came from their hands, and Boss has taken note of that."

"Your mission to Japan this time is very clear," Fourth Brother said, "Destroy the Death Group and take down their leader—Talas."

"Taras?" Franklin snapped the magazine shut, his interest piqued. "That legendary White Reaper?"

"Tch, just a Russian with some strength," Feng Yuxiu sneered dismissively when he heard Xiao Fu praise Taras. "To him, we are the legends."

Feng Yuxiu's words were by no means arrogant boasting. After all, after these years of trials, every bottle of wine from the distillery has a renowned reputation in the global underworld.

Compared to them, Taras? He's nothing more than a stray dog ​​driven out of the Soviet Union.

"Cohen, don't let your guard down," Fourth Brother reminded him on the screen at the right time. "After all, the Death Group is the largest arms organization in Japan right now, and Taras is ruthless and extremely cunning. Over the years, even Vermouth has not been able to find an opportunity to take him down directly. He is a tough nut to crack."

"Where is their headquarters located?" Peng Yixing asked casually, assembling a pistol without looking up.

"We're still figuring out the exact location in Takamagahara, within Tokyo," Fourth Brother said. "Oren Ishii will meet you when you arrive. You can ask her if you have any questions."

"How many men does Taras have under his command?" Wang Jianjun asked curiously as he skillfully played a card.

"The core fighting force is at least a hundred people, and the number of henchmen on the periphery is countless," Fourth Brother said. "And there's that Death God Group's Hong Kong agent, Yukio Tetsuki—the one who slipped away from Wong Chuk Hang that day. He should have also escaped back to Japan."

"Perfect, saves us from making another trip." Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhuang, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up.

He turned his head, looked at his fourth brother on the screen, and said with confidence, "Don't worry, we will leave no one alive."

……

The plane landed at Haneda Airport in the evening.

The cabin stairs slowly descended, where Ishii Oren and her team had been waiting for some time.

She wore a black kimono, her hair neatly tied up, and a katana at her waist; her aura was as cold as a blade. Behind her followed seven or eight of Takamagahara's subordinates, all dressed in black suits, standing ramrod straight in the cold wind.

"Mr. Gin," Ishii Oren bowed slightly and spoke in Cantonese with a Japanese accent, "and everyone else, you must be tired from your long journey."

"Miss Qingjiu, you're too kind," Xiaozhuang shook her hand. "Is Madam in Tokyo?"

"Something happened in Osaka recently, and Lady Vermouth went to handle it. She is expected to return tomorrow."

"Okay, then please take us to Takamagahara first."

"Hi."

Several Toyota sedans had been waiting for some time in the distance. Everyone got into the cars, and the convoy drove out of the airport, disappearing into the Tokyo night.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the east longitude, Yukio Tetsuki's car was weaving through the congested traffic toward the Shinigami headquarters.

As he drove, Zhemu cursed Roman and his gang of idiots and their ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

He couldn't help but be angry, after all, he had learned through special intelligence yesterday that the Lu family's wife and young master had almost been caught up in the fighting between the ZZ Liberation Front at Ocean Park that day!

Although the mother and son were unharmed in the end, even a fool could guess that the Lu family would not let the matter rest.

But the guns were provided by our side, and they'll hold us accountable for that sooner or later.

So when he learned of this news, he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to go home. He booked the earliest flight and fled back to Japan.

"Baka! A bunch of stupid pigs who think with their asses!" Thinking of this, Zhemu couldn't help but curse again.

……

After enduring a long and congested evening rush hour, Yukio Tetsuki walked nervously into Taras's luxurious yet somber office.

"Zhemu," Taras said, sitting behind his large desk, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, "what's going on in Hong Kong?"

With his head bowed, Yukio Tetsuki recounted the entire story of the Huangzhukeng incident with trepidation. When he reported that all the weapons had been smuggled out of the Death Squad, his voice trailed off, becoming almost inaudible.

"Idiot! Pig!" Taras slammed his fist on the table, knocking the ashtray to the floor. "Who told you to sell the gun to those lunatics?! Do you know how much trouble you've caused the organization?!"

Zhemu lowered his head, cold sweat pouring down his face: "Yes, it was my oversight..."

"Inconsiderate? I sent you to Hong Kong because I valued your low-key and cautious nature, and you've created such a huge mess for me?!" Taras became increasingly angry as he spoke, and finally couldn't help but curse in Russian, the harsh words hitting Yukio Tetsuki like stones.

Yukio Tetsuki was so frightened that he bent over even lower and didn't dare to breathe.

After a long burst of furious outburst, Taras finally calmed down, sat back down in his chair, and sighed, "Fine, considering the many contributions you've made to the organization over the years, I'll find someone to help you find a way to mediate this."

Hearing that Taras was willing to take the blame for him, Yukio Tetsuki finally raised his head, his eyes welling up with tears: "Boss..."

"Don't worry," Taras picked up the vodka on the table, took a sip, "This is Japan, not Hong Kong. No matter how capable the Golden Harvest people are, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble on my turf."

Yukio Tetsuki nodded and said nothing more.

But for some reason, deep within his heart, there was always an inescapable suffocation and unease.

Is it really that simple?

……

The new headquarters of Takamagahara is located in Chiyoda Ward.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary Grade A office building, with its all-glass curtain wall gleaming coldly in the setting sun, and a huge sign on the roof—Takamagahara Co., Ltd.

However, when Xiao Zhuang and his group followed Ishii Oren through the gate, they discovered that there was a completely different world inside.

The lobby on the first floor is full of Japanese style, with terrazzo flooring, antique wooden lattice screens on both sides, and a dry landscape garden in the center - white sand has been raked to reveal water flow marks, and several rugged black stones are arranged in a staggered manner, as if a mountain has been contained in a small space.

Standing in front of the service counter were several young women dressed in kimonos, who bowed respectfully upon seeing Ishii Oren arrive.

Ishii Oren nodded slightly, then led everyone into the elevator, up to the top floor, and pushed open the door to a conference room.

In the large conference room, besides the huge wooden table in the center, the most eye-catching thing was the map of Japan that occupied an entire wall.

The map had seven or eight dots circled in red, and next to them were densely marked the Grim Reaper's strongholds, warehouses, casinos, and arms depots.

"Mr. Gin, several important strongholds of the Shinigami Group have been marked on the map, but we are still confirming Taras's hiding place."

"Hmm." Xiao Zhuang walked slowly to the map, tapped a few red circles with his finger, then slowly turned around, looked around at everyone at the distillery, and smiled slightly.

"Gentlemen... are you ready to bomb East Longitude?"