Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

Yuan Zhensheng flatly refused this request.

There is no room for negotiation on this matter. As a professional assassin, every time he expands his social circle, the risk increases.

Miura knew he had no choice but to ask Hara Masaki if he had ever suffered from amnesia, if he recognized him, and if he was from Yamanashi Prefecture.

Yuan Zhensheng denied everything, and keenly sensed that the other party was looking for someone.

"All right."

Miura was somewhat disappointed. Since Numa was no longer his former partner, there was no longer any sentimentality to speak of. He was in business and offered a fair price:

"Information on employers who have breached contracts is available for sale. You received a deposit of 20 million yen, so this information is worth 40 million yen... It's standard practice in the industry to pay first, then provide the information."

"Can you make it cheaper?" Yuan Zhensheng didn't have that much money.

"New customers get a special price; we can save you one million yen," said Tomokazu Miura.

"Could you offer a further discount?"

Genshin thought to himself, "Is what I'm lacking really that one million yen? What's the difference between this discount and a 20 yen coupon for a Maserati?"

"Just tell me your budget." Miura Tomo noticed that he was short of money.

"A maximum of ten million yen." Hara Shinsei had to earn something; he couldn't work for nothing.

"No way." Miura Tomo shook his head and said, "There's a reason why the price has doubled. It's mainly to prevent competitors from using low prices to extract information about clients... If it's too low, it will disrupt the market."

Yuan Zhensheng was truly at his wit's end; making money these days is really difficult.

However, he could understand that the starting stage is the most difficult time for newcomers, and going from zero to one requires going through a lot of troubles.

To avoid experiencing this again, the only way is to continuously build credibility and establish a solid reputation—killing employers who don't pay the final installment is also part of building credibility.

As long as he kills enough people and builds his reputation with each life, naturally no one will dare to renege on their debts.

Therefore, even if it meant losing money, he had to kill his employer.

"Can I buy on credit?" Yuan Zhensheng asked.

He's still a man of principle; he wouldn't resort to torture to extract confessions. When you're doing business, harmony is key to making money. Even the underworld is a society! If he kills an information broker today, who in the industry will dare to recruit for him tomorrow?

"Sure," Miura Tomo said. "Even if the deal falls through, we can still be friends. I hope you'll contact me first when you need an order next time."

"You really can buy on credit?" Hara Shinsei had only said it casually, but he didn't expect the atmosphere in the Japanese assassin circle to be so harmonious, and Miura Tomo actually agreed.

"The industry is very friendly to talented people. Night Owl didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" Miura Tomo said.

"I see." Yuan Zhensheng suddenly realized, and he understood after hearing this.

Those with ability are treated well everywhere, while those without ability are just waste material. Those in power can humiliate those in lower positions at will... No wonder Shota Iguchi's reaction was so calm, even somewhat friendly.

"Do you want to buy 30 million on credit, or 40 million on credit all at once?" Miura asked.

Yuan Zhensheng thought to himself, "If you have too many lice, you won't feel itchy; if you have too much debt, you won't worry about it. If you're going to borrow, you should borrow to the end. You can't squander the 20 million you have. This line of work is very expensive. A gun alone can cost over a million yen."

"Forty million yuan on credit at once," Yuan Zhensheng said.

"Okay." Miura Tomo readily agreed. He looked around to make sure no one was around, took out a pen, wrote a name in his palm, showed it to Hara Masaki, and then quickly crumpled it into a ball of ink.

Yuan Zhensheng only glanced at it, but he remembered those four words.

"Shinomiya Masakazu"

"..."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Yuan Zhensheng couldn't help but ask, "Is it really him?"

"Yes," Miura Tomo said. "The Yamakegumi and Sumiyoshi-kai were vying for a piece of land. He also held a board seat with the developer and planned to favor the Sumiyoshi-kai to acquire the land and start construction as soon as possible. So he hired you to scare Kuwata Kenkichi... I didn't expect you to actually kill Kuwata Kenkichi."

"You're crazy, spending a hundred million to scare people?"

"You didn't receive 100 million, he only spent 20 million." Miura knew he was deliberately bringing up a sore spot.

"Tsk."

Yuan Zhensheng finally realized that this guy had no intention of paying the balance before placing the order... If the assassin died during the mission, the employer would naturally not need to pay the balance.

"Are you planning to go to him for money?" Miura Tomo kindly reminded him, "To be honest, it's very difficult. He's a government member of parliament, and his security team has received formal training. Some of them are even active members of the Self-Defense Forces... I suggest you give up."

"Why didn't you say so earlier, only now that I owe forty million?"

Yuan Zhensheng now thinks that this information broker is also a swindler. Sure enough, the underworld is really damn ruthless!

"What if you have other plans? I'd better not make decisions on my own," Miura Tomohisa said with a smile.

"Hehe." Yuan Zhensheng didn't want to waste any more words and asked directly, "Do you sell custom-made sniper rifles here?"

"Yes, what kind do you want?" Miura asked.

Yuan Zhensheng made a series of demands in one breath: "Mauser Type 98 rotating bolt-action short bolt, 7.65mm caliber, heavy match-grade barrel, 380mm long, twist rate 1:10, compatible with subsonic heavy bullets... The key point is the steel multi-compartment expansion suppressor, which I estimate is not available on the market. I will provide the blueprints, and you can help me find someone to make it."

Miura Chihatsu was stunned.

In the assassin industry, knowing how to use weapons is a basic skill, but being able to make such precise customization requests and even provide blueprints means that the other party has a deep understanding of the internal structure of firearms, ballistic performance, and even the acoustics and gas expansion principles of silencers.

This is more like a gun designer, or someone who has undergone special operations training and has a strong engineering background.

As a skilled middleman, Miura immediately sensed the business opportunity: "Sure, no problem. How many days do you need it?"

"Is it okay before tomorrow afternoon?" Yuan Zhensheng asked.

He remembered that Shinomiya Masakazu was scheduled to give a speech on the streets of Minato Ward the following afternoon.

"It's definitely too late," Miura Tomo said.

Yuan Zhensheng felt a little regretful, as it seemed he would miss the assassination window due to his equipment.

"Alright, slow and steady wins the race. It's up to you." Yuan Zhensheng paused, then asked, "Can I pay on credit?"

"No... but you can use the silencer design drawings to settle the debt," Miura Tomo said.

According to this, Yuan Zhensheng suddenly remembered that all kinds of silencers were developed by gun manufacturers in later generations with a lot of investment. Maybe he could make money by selling gun design blueprints from later generations...

He pondered for a moment and felt that it had potential.

Once he has saved enough money and is ready to retire, he can apply for a license to start a company to develop firearms... If all else fails, applying for a patent would be a good option.

I can't be an assassin my whole life, can I? What if I live to be old? I still need to plan for my future.

"make a deal."

Yuan Zhensheng nodded.

The two reached an agreement, exchanged a few polite words, and then left the convenience store one after the other.

The two of them spoke in hushed tones throughout, so loud that it was difficult to record them clearly. They sat in the convenience store without attracting anyone's attention.

He drove home, took out his satellite phone, and dialed a specific number: "Moshi Moshi? It's me."

A cold, questioning voice came from the other end of the phone:

"What is it?"

The moment Miura Tomo agreed to buy on credit, he already had a plan. He said with a smile, "I've found someone to take over the bounty you placed on Shinomiya Masakazu."

In the underworld, everything has a price.

Shinomiya Masakazu was no exception.

As a member of the Kokusuikai (National Essence Association), a member of a right-wing Japanese political party, a member of the Liberal Democratic Party's House of Councillors, and a candidate for the next prime minister...

His head is worth three billion yen.

Since the swamp man is going to take action anyway, whether he succeeds or not, Miura Tomo can still pocket a "small" commission.