The two Assassin leaders stopped their offensive and stood back to back, assuming a defensive posture, their hoodies already extremely difficult to deal with, and the whistle-blower was also the best of the best.

The whistle is melodious and light, which makes people feel happy, and gradually turns into a wandering and happy realm, as if there is a red dust lingering to cover everyone's hearts.

The two assassins were nervous at first, their bodies tense and not careless, but they slowly relaxed, and their eyes became sluggish.

At the same time, there was a rumbling sound in the distance, and the heavy gates of the tunnel slowly rose, and it was already bright outside.

"Let's—"

The hoodie whispered, picked up Eko Yamamoto and ran straight to the light.

Yamamoto Eko hadn't come back to her senses yet, she had been dragged out by him and ran away, and when she looked back, the two hadn't caught up.

"Run, don't look." The hoodie said again.

Despite his leg injury, the hoodie pulled Eko Yamamoto all the way and quickly ran out of the tunnel.

There was no one outside the tunnel, but there was a car parked there, the door wide open, but there was no one in the car.

The key is in.

The hoodie couldn't help but push Eko Yamamoto into the driver's seat and sat in the passenger seat.

"It's better for your father to send a few more bodyguards to answer at the door of the company, I have to go to the hospital." The hoodie lowered his voice, hiding his original accent.

"Who the hell are you?" Eko Yamamoto asked, glancing at her hoodie in the rearview mirror.

The hoodie is still silent.

Eko Yamamoto sighed, knowing that this guy had a hard mouth, and turned to another topic.

"How do you know there's someone in the tunnel, and besides, he's going to help us?"

"That's the guy who helped you shoot the killer's long knife."

"That person? I thought it was you. ”

"It's not me, the man is a step ahead of me."

"Who? What happened to those two people just now? ”

"It should be a nerve infiltrator who disturbs the auditory nerves of the other party with a whistle, and then causes them to fall into some kind of hallucination." Hoodie explained.

"You're a neuroinfiltrator too, aren't you?" Eko Yamamoto finally couldn't help but ask about him again.

"Oops—it hurts—" the hoodie snorted, no more talking.

Eko Yamamoto wanted to take him to the hospital first, but the hoodie insisted on refusing. The path leads directly to the headquarters of the Yamamoto Foundation, and there is no hospital along the way.

She had to call and make an appointment for an ambulance to wait at the company's headquarters, anyway, it was her own hospital, so it was easy to talk.

When Eko Yamamoto drove the car into the company garage and went around to the co-pilot to pick up the hoodie and get out of the car, she found that he was gone.

Just as she got out of the car and walked around the front of the car, the hoodie had already gotten out of the car and left, maybe he was still hiding behind a car, but she was too late and had to rush to the conference room.

Although his injuries were serious, he was fortunately not worried about his life.

When Yamamoto Eko was thinking and hesitating, a team of bodyguards ran over, protected her in the middle, and hugged her into the elevator.

As soon as I entered the office, Eko Yamamoto's personal assistant greeted me.

"They're bullying you?" Eko Yamamoto asked with a smile.

I was already ten minutes late, and even if my father came in person for such an important meeting, it would only be earlier, and he would not be late.

Those directors and shareholders are all powerful guys, and they must have seen that they didn't come, so they took advantage of these assistant managers.

Yamamoto Eko's assistant Xiao Ai, is a smart and well-behaved girl, stoic and gentle, who just smiled at Eko's concern and didn't complain about anything, but went straight to the point.

"Mr. Tayama postponed the meeting for 20 minutes under the pretext of excuse, there is still time, would you like to help you freshen up?"

In the office of the chairman of the board of directors of more than 300 square meters, there is a huge mirror, and an inscription is embossed in the upper right corner: The husband can wear a crown with copper as a mirror; With history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall; With people as a mirror, you can see the gains and losses. The Book of the Old Tang Dynasty • The Biography of Wei Zheng. 》

This was the idea of Nobuta Yamamoto, and the name of this mirror is "Zheng." ”

Eko Yamamoto walked quickly to the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror, not only was her clothes covered with blood stains, but her face was also full of blood stains and bruises.

Xiao Ai brought a new set of shirts and suits and held them up in front of Eko Yamamoto.

Eko Yamamoto looked in the mirror, and then looked at the clothes that Xiao Ai was holding, and her face gradually became solemn and serious.

The next fight will only be more brutal than just now, but every killer is someone he knows, right in front of you, between words and swords, and the whole family will not see a drop of blood.

"Don't change it, get ready, and it's over."

Eko Yamamoto straightened her messy clothes, let the clothes be stained with blood, and resolutely strode towards the conference room.

It was a conference hall large enough to hold three hundred people at the same time, and it was not only full at the moment, but also many people standing in the aisles and walls, bustling with the heads of all kinds of people, large and small, with the same expression written on their faces—a complex mixture of unease, fear, doubt, and anger.

The actual number of participants significantly exceeded the list of people drawn up that day, and someone deliberately attracted many small shareholders to come in.

At present, small shareholders have poor ability to resist risks, and they are full of thoughts about giving priority to protecting their own interests.

These people had already entered one after another an hour before the meeting began, and they didn't stay long, and they began to ask the staff when the people from the Yamamoto family would come.

When they heard that it was only Teko Yamamoto, the agent of the chairman of the board of directors, who came today, and that the real chairman of the board of directors, Shintora Yamamoto, would not come forward at all, some people shouted angrily.

These people exchanged words and blamed the blame for the incident on Yamamoto Nobuta's dereliction of duty and Yamamoto Teko's incompetence.

"Xinhu hasn't been to the company for more than a year, which is really unreasonable."

"Yes, if you hand over the company to a yellow-haired girl, will you still be the private property of the Yamamoto Consortium or his Yamamoto family?"

"Damn, we small and medium-sized shareholders don't treat us as human beings at all."

"yes, I'm sure to give them some color, have you heard? There are a few big people today, just to get justice for the big guys, and everyone must support them when the time comes. ”

"Yes, yes, definitely."

"Yes, yes."

"Yes, you can't admit it, you must fight for it."

"Hey, how can you get justice? His Yamamoto family won't ask his own pocket to compensate us, those big chaebols are already living by squeezing us. ”

"yes, yes."

"Is there any way to do it?"

One guy lowered his voice, gathered a few heads, and whispered: "Think about it, as long as the people of the Yamamoto family are still in power, we people will never come out." ”

"What do you mean—"

"Shhhhh

"Tut-tut, yes, yes, then, which big shots, is the news accurate?"

"Bastard, how can the names of these big people be easily said, beware of the lackeys of the Yamamoto family."

"Oh, oh, oh, I see, in a while, we'll look at the words and see who wants to defeat Yamamoto Shintora, and we'll shout support, right."

"Well, well, heck, it's finally time for us small shareholders to come out."

These guys, who always like to boast about how many Yamamoto family stocks they hold in their hands, really want to rush into Yamamoto's house at this moment and rob him of all the valuable things in his house, not even a pair of underwear.

"That woman is here in a moment, make sure she looks good." At the end, everyone muttered quietly, like a slogan to form a camp.