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The woman lying on the bed suddenly turned over, she opened her eyes in a daze, and the strong light reminded her of the approximate time. The woman scratched her hair, which looked like a chicken nest, and then stretched out her foot and kicked the **** man lying next to her out of bed.

This woman is Miss Zhenshui Yanyi from Daqingshan, he met a piece of small fresh meat in Rongcheng at the bar last night, and even if he opened a room with that person, he messed with it all night.

Because of the powder, Miss Zhenshui's head is not too clear now, and the young man who was kicked on the ground by him is even more unbearable. was kicked down by Zhen Shui Yan one by one, and fell to the floor with a 'bang', and he didn't wake up at all, I don't know if it was because he was too tired and slept deeply or died suddenly after absorbing too many fans.

Miss Masui didn't bother to pay attention to this, she frowned and adjusted to the light in the room for a while, then lit a cigarette with her hand, and began to skillfully touch the bra with the bed with the other hand.

The black panties were thrown on the ground in front of the TV, and the woman held a cigarette butt in her mouth, then walked over and picked it up.

At this time, the phone rang 'Bilibili'. Miss Yanyi Masui stepped on the broad back of her little boyfriend who didn't know whether she was alive or dead, and returned to the bed again, picking up her mobile phone.

"Hey, Zhenshui Yanyi, who is it?"

A voice came from the other end of the phone, Miss Zhenshui was smoking, Eun agreed, and between the smoke, her expression still looked a little confused that she had just woken up.

After a while, the woman sat on the bed and seemed to finally sort out the context of the phone call just now. Zhen Shui Yan tilted his head and looked at the mirror with his pupils.

"What......

This waste. ”

He spoke to himself, but then, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Yamato-kun, I'm a real water ......"

"Oh, I just changed my mobile phone number, I haven't had time to tell you yet, ha...... I drank too much yesterday, and my phone was probably stolen, don't worry, I'll make up for it in two days, it won't affect my work, I'll do things, aren't you still at ease......"

"By the way, my informant just called to say that Fujita-kun had an accident......

The woman sat on the bed and made a big talk, and on the milky white big bed, she was sat out of a whirlpool by her plump body.

The little fresh meat who was lying under the bed like a dead pig finally woke up at this time, he snorted twice vaguely, and the woman sitting on the bed glanced at him, and then hung up the phone.

"My dear...... You're awake......"

The woman's sweet voice sounded after this, and the man was helped to his feet in the light, swayed a little, and then was pulled to lie on top of her.

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Regarding the arrest of Fujita Kusunagi, for Yamato Kazusuke, there is some influence.

He had a prophetic omen about this matter, and it was not confirmed until the real water Yanyi called.

After all, the division of cooperation between the two has always been the responsibility of Zhenshui Yanyi for the collection and sorting of intelligence.

In the small Rong City, there may be a giant beast lying down.

For the annexation of the rapidly developing Black Mask, he actually has the consciousness to overcome difficulties. But within the organization, in fact, they tend to be bloodless, and people are powerless to resist with the 'dignified momentum', as if the black mask is really a turtle in the urn, and there is no ability to resist.

Maybe I've been in that illusory high place for too long, and the tasks given by the one in the organization recently are a little taken for granted.

Of course, Yamato Ichisuke wasn't complaining about anything, and he would do his best to do what should be done, but his doppelganger and Fujita Kusunoki had an accident one after another, which finally made the three disciples of Edgeworthai feel the heartbeat of the mountain rain coming.

At ten o'clock, the master of the hotel brought morning tea.

He picked up the teacup and saw a note full of words under the cup holder.

Yamato Ichisuke picked up the paper and looked at it for a while, the wrinkle between his eyebrows shrugged, he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The information on the note just sent showed that a small stronghold that Daqingshan had just established in Rongcheng had been taken away at dawn.

Fujita Kusunoki was in charge of supervising the construction of this base, which was his specialty, and his own position within Daqingshan belonged to this semi-clerical, semi-logistical state.

This time, after Fujita was captured, the stronghold built by him was immediately destroyed.

It's actually good that the stronghold was cut off, because the construction time was relatively short, and the time for Daqingshan to penetrate into Rongcheng was not long, so there are not many really important materials and documents.

But what makes Yamato-kun more mindful are the few engineers from the headquarters who stayed in the stronghold, they are not combat personnel, and their force is not good, but they know some confidential things in their heads.

Two or three hours later, those black-masked men destroyed the base and captured the engineers stationed in the construction, and at the speed of Fujita Kusunoki being forced to confess, I am afraid that all the knowledge has been vomited out in this time.

Thinking of this, Yamato Ichisuke sighed, he put the cup full of black tea on the saucer, and slowly turned his body to the balcony with a clear window.

"Since you're here, don't hide your head and show your tail......

Friend. ”

As soon as these words fell, a figure slowly climbed up to the edge of the balcony. He lifted his foot over the low wall of the ledge, jumped down lightly, and landed on both feet.

Patting the dirt off his body, Griffith pushed open the glass door of the windowsill and walked inside, sitting down opposite the middle-aged man.

His gaze slowly moved with the movement of the visitor, and Yamato Ichisuke finally fixed his gaze on the flat face of the visitor after he sat down, picked up a white porcelain cup, and gently pushed it in front of the person.

"It's surprising that Your Excellency is so young."

Adding tea to the cup, Griffith took a shallow sip and nodded slightly in response. The teacup was not high, and he put it down after drinking it.

"Yamato Kazusuke of Edgeworthai, the third senior disciple of Mr. Yanagibei Eijuro, must be Your Excellency."

There was not much contemptible momentum, and the two sat cross-legged and facing each other. The other party raised his head and looked into the eyes of the big demon, and after half a salary, he nodded slightly.

"Regarding your company's annexation plan for the Black Mask, I've investigated it these days, and I've gained a little bit......

Your company seeks a breakthrough and seeks a breakthrough in China, which I understand and understand.

But the black mask is my brainchild, and I grew it up with my own hands, like a child...... Well, well, it's not that sad, it's not that sad at most, it's a stepfather, but I'm still useful to the Black Mask Mercenary Group, and it's really hard to do it if I give it up. ”

Speaking of this, the young man paused, he subconsciously stroked the white porcelain cup in his hand, as if organizing words, Yamato Ichisuke looked at him and tilted his ears, but in the end the man just moved his lips, but he didn't say anything more.

"Daqingshan, ......"

The middle-aged man who came to Edgeworthie's face was as usual, his eyes blinked weakly, and he didn't say anything more.

So, he rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the teapot, and filled the teacup again.

And during this period, Yamato Kazusuke's mobile phone vibrated a few times, he looked at the number, then closed it and gently put it aside.

The thick syrup of the wine-yellow tea was gently poured into the white porcelain bowl from the spout, and the man's technique was pure and smooth, which made the steaming tea look a little viscous.

A piece of chrysanthemum slowly floated on the water, like a lonely boat swimming across the water, soaked in water, but strong and not submerged.

"When the tutor was alive, he liked to drink this kind of tea the most, the faint bitterness, after tasting it for a long time, it was not really difficult to swallow."

The man looked at the chrysanthemum leaves in the bowl and spoke like this, his eyes were clear, but he didn't really remember, at best he was just sighing.

Griffith looked at him quietly, and he sighed, and looked back, and the gaze in his eyes immediately solidified.

"I often hear people say that there is a kind of bird in this world that has no feet until death, from birth to death, flying over and over, which is emotional.

There is no reason to talk about this era, I think since there are people like family teachers in the world, Daqingshan swallowed up the black mask, maybe as you said, we want to destroy your blood and bones, I know you are wronged......

But in fact, this is also unreasonable. ”

Yamato Kazusuke said such things, he thought so, but his expression did not look frivolous, perhaps as far as he was concerned, he thought exactly that.

And this large paragraph of words also exhausted all the energy in the middle-aged man's body, and the next thing, he sat there, sipping tea, and rarely spoke.

Griffith didn't force it when he saw this, he was also not a person who liked to be reasonable, and sometimes, when there was no reason to talk about it, he simply stopped talking about it.

As Yamato Kazusuke said, there are unreasonable people in this world, and they have no reason to talk about.

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After bidding farewell to Yamato Ichisuke Oyama, Griffith dialed Gintama's phone and quickly arrived at a designated location.

During the period when Griffith was drinking tea with Yamato Ichisuke, the Black Kamen mercenaries dispatched most of their forces to sweep away the secret strongholds in Rongcheng and Daqingshan.

This information was obtained from Fujita Kusunoki and several engineers who were captured later, and when they swept down next, they arrested another group of people, so they got some new information, so the sweep took a little longer than expected.

There were a few piercing ideas in the base, and the silver soul with the weak water demon knife personally attacked and killed them all.

As the director of the operation to embezzle the black mask, Yamato Ichisuke took into account the possibility of the above things happening when he received the note.

But Griffith arrived, and he sat down.

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