Eighty-six scare the Japanese

The little old Japanese man told me that he was the mayor of Osaka, and I stood up and said, "Hello, I'm Donald, a reporter for the Wallstreet Daily, Tachibana." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info "This is the name on my fake passport.

Immediately the little old man's entourage cleared out the police, and they themselves went out and closed the door, leaving only a guy who looked like Kenji Dohihara. Then Ohira asked in English, "You, where did that data come from?" ā€

I said, "You don't care where you came from. You just have to say whether you want American newspapers to expose this on a large scale. ā€

Ohira asked this time, "What do you want?" ā€

I said, "The day before yesterday, I had just gotten off the plane and was walking on the highway with my friends when I had a very tragic car accident. My friend and I were almost hit by a big truck. It wasn't an accident, anyone could tell it was a premeditated attack on my friend. And you Japanese police have to simply close the case with an accident. This has to raise suspicions that Japanese officials were involved in the assassination of my friend. ā€

I saw that Ohira and the guy who looked like Dohira had started to sweat. Ohira asked, "What are you talking about?" ā€

"I'm talking about the incident where my friend Angelia's convoy was first attacked by a drone and then hit by two large trucks!" I was still staring at the expressions of the two of them. After I said this, although the two of them still managed to calm themselves, in fact, the cold sweat in their heads was already obvious. Now I'm pretty sure that the data is really lethal.

Ohira and "Tsuchihara" looked at each other and said, "This is a mistake by the police." If new evidence is found, this conclusion can be overturned. ā€

This is an interesting statement, and it is immediately admitted that the police have made mistakes, do you always know the truth? Well, I immediately said, "This data is provided by another friend of mine." He has a stake in the business in Angelia, and originally he didn't want to undermine Japan's stability because of business, but now the Japanese Black Society is actually trying to steal the business, and Japanese officials are actually helping the Black Society. This disappointed him greatly. ā€

Ohira immediately said: "We will review these issues immediately." The Japanese government will certainly protect normal business activities. It's just that the data used in this article of yours has a lot of numbers that are wrong, and we hope that it will not be published. ā€

I said, "If the Japanese government can effectively protect the legitimate interests of businessmen, then it means that the Japanese government is credible and we are willing to use the data provided by the Japanese government." Otherwise......"

Ohira glanced at "Tu Feiyuan", "Tu Feiyuan" nodded, and Ohira said, "You will see the results soon." Please don't publish such an article casually, it will cause extreme panic. ā€

I think it's pretty much the same for making a show here. Both sides have been talking black for a long time, and it's very tiring to talk black words. So I wanted to end the conversation quickly, so I said, "My friend will be watching the actions of your officials." As long as they no longer harm his interests, he can remain silent. ā€

Ohira said, "That's great. Please take a break, I'll take care of everything. ā€

Neither of them asked me about the identity of my made-up friend, did they think it was unnecessary to know at all, or did they have a suspicion for a long time? But no matter how you look at it, they are extremely jealous of me as a "friend".

After Ohira left, the director of Triangle Eye Japan personally came to invite me out, and arranged for me, Big Eye, and Nicol to be in a police lounge with good food, drink, and hospitality. At half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, we were released. Sato personally came to pick us up.

On the car back, Sato was very excited: "Early this morning, the Hyakkikai and the people of the Yamaguchi-gumi came to sue for peace. The police also announced a re-investigation of the accident on the highway. How is this done? ā€

You can't say anything about this, and those who don't keep the door on their lips are not far from death. I just shook my head. But Sato seemed to open up the conversation and continued: "You guys beat their people up on the Yamaguchi-gumi territory last night? It's so relieving. But why didn't you have a criminal record with the police? ā€

I smiled, "Probably because we're Americans." U.S. troops are still stationed in Japan. ā€

As soon as he said this, Sato's face immediately deteriorated, and he lost his interest in speaking.

Back at the villa in Angelia, we were greeted by Angelia personally. Now there was no more nervousness in her eyes, and she had returned to her lofty demeanor, proud like a swan. This made me lose the desire to talk to him, and I used the excuse that I was too tired to go back to rest.

This time Nicol went straight into my room. The female warrior is just physically strong, and she is not tired after tossing all night.

I put my arms around her and slowly felt her softness, and suddenly remembered a question: "Why is your nickname Swan?" Is it related to Valkyrie? ā€

Nicol laughed, "It has nothing to do with the Valkyries. It's because they think I'm proud. Then she suddenly laughed wickedly, "Why haven't you reacted yet?" Do you want me to dance a striptease for you? ā€

No, let's be more direct. I picked her up and threw her straight on the bed.

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The data we gave to the Japanese seemed to scare the Japanese, and not only did the Yamaguchi-gumi and Hyakkikai ask for reconciliation, but the Japanese police also compensated them for wrongful arrest and interference with the company's operations. It seems that no one will come to trouble Angelia anymore. The problem is that the three of us have never been in trouble.

We're celebrities in the Japanese now, and the Anglia villa is surrounded by extra-high classes, oh no, it's the Metropolitan Police Department's open and dark guards. Now we have to wander around the villa in Angelia every day, and Nicol and I can go out of the house every day, and our big eyes are uncomfortable, and we have nothing to do except watch TV in our room. He's just an idle character, can he stand it?

Three days later, because Angelia had to spend some time with her mother, Sato arranged for us to go back to the United States first. But my heart was in my throat, for fear of being killed on the road. I was a little relieved when I saw the Pan Am ticket.

Fortunately, the journey was safe, and I was really relieved when the plane landed at Lavona International Airport. It's easy to deal with anything in your familiar territory. This time, Fast Legs and the boar came to pick us up. I asked the boar, "You didn't get into any trouble when you suddenly appeared, did you?" ā€

The boar shook his head: "No." And our people are increasing rapidly, and they are all good hands. "As he spoke, he handed me a tablet, and I looked at the guys, and in a few days, we had increased our personnel by fifteen people." The efficiency of the "Mediterranean" is really high.