Kitahara pointed to the inside of the hotel, waved his men, and motioned for them to come in.

As soon as he entered the hotel, Kitahara led the group into the duty room at the door.

"Rest assured, the people here have been ......"

He gestured around his neck.

"Did you go swimming in the sea?" Kitahara pinched his nose and pointed at Miako and her wild man, grinning, revealing a mouthful of buckteeth.

made him, who was already short, even more obscene.

Yami stared at each other and said fiercely: "Tell me about the situation, there are a few people on the other side." ”

"Two, one of the men was injured in the attack of the United States, 180-182 cm tall, on the thin side, and in good physical condition."

"I like to smoke, and when I smoke, I add a cigarette to the second knuckle of my left index finger......"

Ami was impatient, and waved her hand to interrupt his nuanced introduction: "Kitahara-kun, please talk about the point, time is limited. ”

Morita has always behaved like an Ami's little follower, and he doesn't intervene.

At this time, Morita looked at the three men behind Kitahara, although none of them were good at stubble, but they were just like him, with a modest appearance, listening carefully.

Nodding his head as he listened.

For example, when it comes to the man's height of 180-182, one of them is short and looks around, and finds that the four people on his side, including Kitahara, are not tall.

With an idea, he pointed at Morita, measured it at his ear, and gestured horizontally above his head.

Vivid...... Morita was expressionless.

When it comes to smoking, it's still this short man, who stretches out his hand and takes a cigarette out of the cigarette case and places it in the same position that Kitahara described...... Show you one by one.

Have a flair for pantomime...... Morita frowned slightly.

Kitahara pushed away the little man who was compared to the stroke, and continued: "That woman is very beautiful, with a high chest and straight legs, and she doesn't look like China Kung Fu. ”

The little man skewered to Ami's side and pointed at Ami's face,

Ami snorted coldly and raised her chin.

I thought this was the end, but I saw that the little man reached out and grabbed her breast......

Kitahara grabbed his salty pig hand, pulled it back hard, and made the little man scream "ah" in pain.

Amiko straightened her waist proudly, so that her fierce breasts looked even more full.

Kitahara let go of his hand and said, "What were you doing just now, you want me to come." ”

As he spoke, the groping pig hand put on a piece of softness on his chest.

"Slap" slapped and flung over.

Amiko's face was full of anger, and she said viciously: "Kitahara, please be respectful!" ”

Bah! The drama of the machiya was not something that anyone could handle before, and now it is under Sato's pampering...... Kitahara said secretly in his heart.

He looked up and looked at Amiko with contempt.

Intimidated by Sato's majesty, he did not dare to make any other frivolous moves.

Ami's cold eyes swept over the few people present, and her gaze finally stopped on Morita's body.

Morita looked at her casually, as if he didn't think what had just happened to him.

This man is not like this when he is in bed...... Yami is about to explode:

Are you too cowardly to defend me, or do you simply not mind those people being frivolous to me?

She withdrew her gaze, her heart was cold and abnormal, and she spoke:

"Let's get to the point, we don't have a lot of time."

"In this special time, on special occasions, we can't make a noise, so that the guards around us will rush over...... I don't think I need to emphasize the defense system here! ”

After listening to Yami's words, Kitahara's face sank, and he was very dissatisfied with the words that this geisha had robbed him. Chirped crookedly: "Then what are your plans?" ”

"My plan is, Kitahara-kun, you can touch it hard and get rid of the guards." Kitahara glanced at her, pointed at her and the man beside her, and said coldly, "Then what are you doing?" ”

The three men behind Kitahara also began to mumble quietly, and they must have felt that this division of labor was too unreasonable.

Let them be pawns and send them to death.

"Let's get rid of the target."

Ami said cheerfully.

The beauty of thinking...... A hint of coldness flashed in Kitahara's little eyes: "It's the other way around!" ”

Ami looked at Morita beside her, and was about to say something, but she heard Morita speak.

Morita's voice was thick and magnetic, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Kitahara and several people behind him automatically closed their mouths.

"I'll interject ......"

As soon as he said this, he alertly closed the door from the inside.

"Shh

He turned around and made a "don't speak" gesture to the crowd

In the momentary silence, he heard footsteps in the hallway.

He leaned on the door, listened with bated breath, and then tiptoed out, looking in the direction where the footsteps had disappeared.

The hallway was empty, and it seemed that the elevator "ding" was heard.

Not quite right...... If it was a waiter, he wouldn't have left in such a hurry.

He hurried back to the duty room: "Hurry up, act together, there are many people taking care of each other, we are to catch the target and find what we want...... Give it to Sato. ”

At the end of the sentence, he paused.

Ami's heart sank.

And to the ears of Kitahara and his men, the young man was only accentuating.

Different mentalities, listening to the same sentence, also have different reactions.

The group of them quickly touched it, and instead of taking the elevator, they climbed the walking ladder.

Soon they reached the fourth floor.

Kitahara looked at it with his head out, and said in a deep voice: "No, the guards have all withdrawn, it seems that things have changed!" ”

Morita nodded approvingly.

Ami was a little impatient: "Morita-kun, please go downstairs with me and block the exit." ”

Morita raised his eyebrows, as if to say: On other people's territory, it is estimated that these are of little significance.

But he just nodded, and followed Ami as he went downstairs.

Kitahara was stunned for a moment and shouted, "Wait! Yamane-kun, you follow him! ”

He gestured to the diminutive man.

Mime...... Morita was a little disdainful in his heart, but he didn't show it, and nodded politely at Yamane-kun.

A team of men and horses, the soldiers are divided into two ways.

Amiko came to the back door where they had just entered, and looked at Morita Road, "Who did you just see?" Male or female? “

"No one in sight." Morita replied briefly.

Women love to get to the bottom of things, and at this time, they shouldn't have spoken...... Thinking of this, he added: "I just heard footsteps." ”

Ami opened her mouth and didn't ask anything more.

She looked at Yamane, who was staring at her ass, sneering as she watched.

The previous anger came out of the ground.

"Smack!"

She slapped Yamane in the face again.

Morita looked at her expressionlessly, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Yamane, you go to the front door to have a look." ”

He said this by looking into Ami's eyes.

Somehow, Ami shivered for no apparent reason, and a chill seemed to creep up her spine.

She couldn't help but lower her head and stared at her slightly reddened palm.