After the first five days of elections, preliminary election results were available in all regions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info It's a Saturday and Sunday, and most office workers will vote at this time. It is difficult for anyone to predict in advance what kind of changes they will bring to the election situation.

It is estimated that about 150,000 office workers will vote in Shinjuku on the following Saturdays and Sundays. The general tendencies of these 150,000 people will determine who will sit at the top and who will be at the bottom of the table. This is also the case in other districts, and there are also three or four candidates who have the qualifications to be the chief at the same time, and the situation can be described as tense.

Shinjuku's box office champion was Hiroshi, and the runner-up was Yasuo Naito. Those below the third place are so far away from their votes that they are almost negligible, and they have to compete for the remaining three seats. The difference in the number of votes between the two is only more than 12,000 votes, and the difference is too weak. In addition, Hongxiang's tricks may not work for these young and middle-aged people who have worked for a period of time, and the possibility of a turnaround is completely there.

Early on Saturday morning, the streets of Shinjuku turned into a battlefield for Hiroshi and Yasuo Naito. There are people on both sides of every street entrance, every station, every subway entrance, and every building exit. At first, I tried to be polite, but I didn't last for two hours before I got bored and began to have quarrels.

I followed a group of people led by Hongxiang to solicit customers in Shinjuku Central Square, because the situation was urgent, even a few words of solicitation and words that I learned at night were added to the battle group, and I just hoped that I would not be recognized by the reporter and take a few photos to be embarrassed.

The two groups of opponents who swore not to stand on each other were only ten meters apart and sang a duet, and they did not let go of any new face that appeared, and they hugged each other with a "hula" cry and surrounded them. It's a very similar situation to my least favorite game of basketball – endless visitors, endless balls. Occasionally, Naito's side has the upper hand, and our side will be rude and scolded; Sometimes, when our side pulled back and was playing the crown to celebrate, they spoke ill of each other again. It was really exciting to be in the middle of it, but in hindsight, I thought it was ridiculous that a shogun had spent his precious time and energy on these things.

Until noon, Yasuo Naito and Rainbow Sho set up a stage in the central square to give impromptu speeches, just like the annual routine duet of red and white singers, creating sound waves to slander their opponents:

Inside: "Kim xx is a shameless conspirator, exhibitionism!" He deliberately created his own scandal in an attempt to gain public attention. Can we accept this kind of ugly behavior? ”

Gunslingers: "No, never!" ”

Rainbow: "Naito XX is the illegitimate son of the notorious high-ranking cadres of the Naito Foundation, so it is natural to inherit their greedy bloodline. I'm not spreading rumors out of thin air, do you know what I heard when I was investigating the Xinjing Metropolitan Police Department? The detectives told me: 'Xinjing's supply package is for Naito XX's food supply factory, and the price is 10% cheaper than other food supply factories on the market, but the actual nutritional content is pitiful!'" In the big competition with the Quanhe National Criminal Police, the police dog of Kyushu won the first place, and our police dog ran on the 200-meter mountain road and was so tired that he lay down, the first from the bottom! Why is this happening? The police dogs in Kyushu are not as much as those in Xinjing - because the police dogs in Kyushu eat beef bought from farmers, and our police dogs spend more money on food, but what they eat is made of grass by Naito XX's food factory, and the so-called high-nutrition food with a protein content of less than 0.1% - this kind of insatiable guy who harms the public and private interests, can we believe it? ”

The gunslingers: "No, no, never, absolutely not!" ”

Hongxiang sang here, and took out the video materials made in advance and broadcast them publicly, the content of which was the topic of the weak Xinjing police dogs and low-quality food they filmed. I didn't care about these aspects, I didn't know about it beforehand, and I couldn't help but be surprised to see this feature film with subtitles in three languages. Suddenly remembered that Hongxiang washed Liu Jisheng, the deputy commander of the Alpha Fleet, - it seems that he is indeed a guy who likes to use the most cruel means to expose people's scars.

Yasuo Naito is obviously not a well-educated guy, and as soon as the scars are revealed, he immediately becomes angry. He scolded a few words first, and scolded Hongxiang so much that he couldn't find the situation, and immediately rushed over with five or six people to make a gesture of sharpening his knife. Hongxiang was naturally not afraid of him, and immediately had a quarrel with him head-on. A sentence from both sides, a sentence from you, a sentence from me, each word is related to the sexual organs of the female relatives within the nineteenth generation of the other party. The mouth was dry, and the hand was non-stop, and he immediately pushed it.

I don't understand Japanese, I can't participate in what should be called a wonderful scolding battle, and at the same time I don't want to participate in the brawl in the face. Seeing that the situation had developed to this point, he knew that the situation would definitely get out of control, so he took a moment to sneak to the top of a nearby building, and the situation in the vicinity of two kilometers was in full view, and he enjoyed the joy of watching the fire from the other side.

On the roof of the building, where Hongxiang and Yasuo Naito were, were as tiny as cookie crumbs. But soon, countless crowds of people poured in from all directions, like ant colonies around the cookie crumbs. The crowd was crowded, and the biscuits were quickly devoured by the dense gathering of ants. Ten minutes later, the central plaza and the surrounding passages were filled with these ants, and from my vantage point, I could only see a tidal wave of black heads surging below. If you look closely, there is a difference in the ant colony: the helpers recruited by Yasuo Naito's gang are all dressed as professional killers in black suits, while the clothes of the people on Hongxiang's side are colorful and authentic hooligan outfits. In the central square, the two groups are equal in number, and the six surrounding passages account for four for the flower-clothed people and two for the black-clothed people. Based on my experience in military work for many years, the comparison of the number of people on both sides at this time should be roughly 15,000 to 8,000, and Hongxiang's side obviously has the upper hand.

Generally speaking, if such a situation arises in a military operation, both sides will understand how low the likelihood of a fluke is, and will start to negotiate a compromise. But the underworld didn't pay attention to these, and under the order of Yasuo Naito's "capture the thief and capture the king first", the black-clothed crowd first swooped down on Hongxiang, and the central square suddenly became a mess.

As soon as the chaos broke out over there, the minions on the six streets immediately took spontaneous action, pulling out chains, watermelon knives, meteor hammers, maces, gasoline bottles, and even Ono Tai knives hidden under their coats and rushing towards the opponent's position. Hongxiang in the center of the square grabbed a golden hoop stick prop used to play the Monkey King, rushed into the black-clothed crowd of Naito's house, and smashed it up and down, unstoppable.

I looked at it with a telescope from the top of the building and wondered: why is it just a golden hoop stick, so powerful that even a street lamp can be broken with a stick? Later, I learned that Hongxiang had not been at ease in advance, and prepared a sharp murder weapon: this stick was cast with a special alloy, and a small half of mercury was poured into it, and it had the momentum of wind and thunder when it was wielded. Although no one moved except him, and the little brother who carried the stick was miserable, it did have a miraculous effect.

Relying on this perverted weapon, Hongxiang swept away a fifty-meter-long bloody path with only one brute force, and killed him until he couldn't stop turning in front of Yasuo Naito. Yasuo Naito only took a picture with him and broke the knife in his hand, and he was hit by a stick in the shoulder, screaming in pain like a pig. Fortunately, Hongxiang went deep alone, surrounded by the thugs of the Naito family, and immediately rescued Yasuo Naito to the back, otherwise the second stick would have gone down to ask for the account.

The Shinjuku Police Department was not an idle person and had been prepared for such a situation, but it was still unprepared for such a large gathering of rebellious parties. Although all the standby personnel of the police station were summoned to concentrate when the two sides began to gather, by the time they gathered their team to kill, they had been fighting for nearly ten minutes. Both sides were ruthless, and their attacks were extremely black, and more than 2,000 people had fallen on the streets and squares in the morning, and blood flowed all over the ground.

A large number of riot police surrounded the riot police and released tear gas canisters, and the crowd that had been brawling together suddenly dispersed, and the people who ran and shouted during the period did not know how to trample on each other and kill and injure, and the scene calmed down a little after an hour and a half. Despite this chaos, the Shinjuku Police Commissioner is not a fool, he is very aware of the strength of his subordinates, the capacity of the detention center and the height of the backstage in the political arena. Then use the main force of the police to divide and surround the core of Hongxiang and Yasuo Naito, and call it the protector.

The chaos settled for a while, and only the black riot police team and Hongxiang, Yasuo Naito and their seven or eight subordinates were left in the square. Yasuo Naito tried to sue Rainbow for using weapons of mass destruction, but the police commissioner shook the golden hoop stick that Rainbow had erected in place, and vetoed Naito's prosecution - the incomparably poisonous golden hoop stick was filled with mercury, but the upper end was empty when it was erected on the ground, and it was extremely light to shake, unless the director himself mentioned it, otherwise it was not lethal no matter how you look at it. Besides, the director's intelligence is definitely above average, so he won't be stupid enough to mention it. Even if he did mention it and couldn't do it, he would pretend not to know.

Yasuo Naito was naturally very dissatisfied with the director's judgment and wanted to make a fuss, but the shoulder blade had been misplaced by Hongxiang, and at this time the excitement finally passed, and he suddenly felt the split tendency of his arm, and suddenly climbed into the ambulance sent by the police station with a howl. The director symbolically issued two warnings on the one hand, admonishing the two to maintain their identities and to put the overall stability of social order as the most important thing. This major matter will be over, and the unlucky ones will only be the dozens of juniors who have been arrested and put into the top cylinder—although they will not be able to cultivate enough to cause a riot of this scale after three more lifetimes.

On Saturday night, friction during the daytime campaign escalated further, with criminal cases in the Xinjing area rising more than 50 times compared to previous years. Among them, group beatings with more than 100 people, explosions, and arson have risen particularly prominently, almost to the point of getting out of control. The outer wall of Hongxiang's campaign headquarters was ******, but his men also slashed and killed Yasuo Naito's campaign headquarters three times in one night. At this time, Hongxiang and I withdrew from the incident and did not participate in the organization, and came to the Xinjing Tower to watch the scenery. The matter of cutting people and setting fire to and planting bombs was all planned by his military advisors.

From the highest observation deck on the Shinkyo Tower, we watched the night view of the city below, drinking sake and talking about the golden spirit. After such a long time, she still has no news at all, which is really worrying. Her beauty, her weakness, her unspeakable identity, all became extremely dangerous factors at this time, both for her and for us.

I criticized Hongxiang harshly again: "Since you are so worried now, why don't you treat her better in the first place?" ”

Hongxiang was silent. After a while, a red light suddenly flashed in the distance, and it seemed that a small red dot the size of a cigarette butt burst out somewhere in the sky. Hongxiang looked over there for a few seconds and said with certainty: "The fire in Capitol Square, it seems that the scene is huge. ”

Although I knew that he was deliberately avoiding the topic, I could not be indifferent to such a big thing, so I obediently fell into his trap and walked to the railing to take a closer look. The light pollution in the night sky of Xinjing is so severe that the red dot seems to be absent in the colorful night sky of this megacity, and I can only half-believe the sense of direction of this half-pulled local. exclaimed: "Strong and prosperous, heroes are born!" If you have an election, you can smash and rob and burn like this, admire and admire. ”

Hongxiang smiled slightly, and there was disdain in his eyes: "You must not say that you don't know anything about what happened in Huaxia, Europe, and America. The 404th Bureau has secret information delivered to you every day, right? ”

"Those little things don't matter. We continued to drink. I laughed and deflected the conversation. After drinking two glasses, he asked Hongxiang: "What are your plans after the successful election of the chief councilor of Xinjing, and what are you going to do for the citizens who love and support you?" ”

"No need to ask so knowingly." Hongxiang smiled contemptuously: "Where are they supporting me? It's just that I've been deceived! From the very beginning, I just treated this election as a ridiculous game of sheer size. ”

"Then why fight with others to fight you to the death? There will be a lot of dead and wounded this afternoon. ”

"That's the sadness of being a famous general." Hongxiang pretended to take a deep drink and sighed: "It's the same with war. As long as you are in it, you don't want to lose! ”

"What to do after the victory, never thought about it at all?"

"Elections and fighting wars are different in this regard." Hongxiang muttered: "If there is a war, I will always take into account many preparations after the war. But elections aren't my interest, I really haven't thought about it — why do you keep asking this? ”

I smiled and said, "I'm not worth it for those who expect so much from you." ”

"Cut!" Hongxiang spat out, stood up, walked to the railing, looked at the colorful night sky, and said, "Look! Most of the people in this red dust are not worthy of human beings, they are all insects and apes. There are too many restraints on their bodies, and they can only live in mediocrity, worthy of being slaves. ”

I was not used to this tone, and asked, "Why is it suddenly full of imperialist ideas?" ”

"I come from an old-fashioned family, so it's not surprising that I have this kind of thinking." Hongxiang smiled and said, "However, have you never thought like this?" Especially after the conquest across the universe, he saw one galaxy after another being painted his own color by his own hands, and burned the flames of war to the heart of the enemy......"

I interrupted him and said, "That's right, that's why the founding emperor had to kill the heroes." ”

Hongxiang glanced at me and didn't say anything. I went on to say, "Of course it's your business to think that way. You know my style, I've never been too lazy to interfere with other people's ideas. In life, you are my dear friend; At work, you just have to do your job. I don't bother to take care of the rest, I can't take care of it, and I probably won't last that day. ”

Hongxiang scolded with a smile: "Crow's mouth, you are in the peak of spring and autumn, and you have always been greedy for life and afraid of death to fight later, what are you talking nonsense?" ”

"Just casually, we continued to drink. Also, the sentence you just said is definitely not original to you, right? ”

"Oh, do you know Xiao Liu, the secretary who wrote materials at the beginning of the establishment of our fleet?"

"Acquaintance, Xiao Yangyang, didn't he write my self-examination and self-correction reports back then, that guy seems to have some masochistic tendencies?"

"Yes, that guy pursues SM as the ultimate heavenly way, so he is very famous in the internal forum of the fleet. It's one of his most famous mantras, and I've always kept it in mind and used it once in a while. ”

It dawned on me and clapped my hands and said, "Oh, oh, that's good." I said, "How come your literary attainments suddenly surpassed mine!" ”

Early on Sunday morning, more than half of Xinjing was engulfed in a scene of alternating frenzy and terror. Hongxiang drank with me all night and didn't go back to bed until five o'clock in the morning. After sleeping for less than two hours, he got up and gathered his men to go to Shinjuku's central square to make propaganda - that was a high-sounding statement, and it was actually a fight against Yasuo Naito. Both sides gathered the strongest lineups: propaganda vehicles, hot air balloons, pesticide planes, drum and bugle teams...... As long as human wisdom can come up with propaganda means and equipment, nothing is missing. Of course, if you want these devices to run and not be smashed by the other party, you also need the most ordinary social resource, that is, people.

In the brawl on the afternoon of the first day, Yasuo Naito's gang suffered a loss of few people. This time, we learned a lesson, made amends, and brought in 14,000 people in one go. It is said that he also lobbied the upper echelons of the Naito consortium to agree to his mobilization of Naito corporate employees in Yangquan, Guam, and Alaska to parachute in to reinforce the area. But when I arrived at the scene, I knew that even if this news was true, it would not be feasible, because Hongxiang had already pulled more than 18,000 people to the square, filling the square to the brim, and there was absolutely no place for paratroopers to land safely. Anyone who dared to jump directly over the crowd would definitely break their legs five feet above the ground.

Shinjuku Central Plaza is a large commercial plaza surrounded by high-rise buildings and various advertising signs, making it a lively place to go. Originally, it was a good idea to do publicity here, and the audience was very wide. But when the two of them went there, no one else dared to get close, and the propaganda effect there was equal to zero. Despite this, no one is willing to face up to this reality and voluntarily abandon their positions (which is tantamount to giving the other side a place to provide a venue for the audience to reach). As a result, the two sides set up a stage to confront each other, beat drums and sound gold, and attacked and defended the military, using everything.

I saw so many hooligans in a heap, and their heads were three times bigger. If this situation continues, there will be another fight, and it will set a new record for the scale of martial arts, and I don't want to show my head in this kind of scene. So he reported to Hongxiang: "I can't understand Japanese, so I can't help you." Just go around and help you find a wife. "Slipped out.

The area around the central square was already impassable, and the vehicles of the senior cadres on both sides were all blocked in the inner circle, and they could not move at all. The rooftops of the buildings around were also full of people. Judging from people with ill intentions like me, it is inevitable that there will be weapons of mass destruction such as rocket-propelled grenades, so it is extremely dangerous to take a helicopter. I had to squeeze my way through the crowd and crawl all the way to the entrance of the subway station three blocks away. However, the two-kilometer journey took two hours. After entering the subway station, I didn't walk a few steps before the crowd suddenly became scarce. The pressure around me suddenly disappeared, and I couldn't hold on, so I found a bench and sat down, but I couldn't get up.

Because the election battle between Hongsho and Yasuo Naito has recruited hooligans in the vicinity of Shinjuku, and Yoshimin is mostly hiding at home, the subway station on weekends is even more deserted than usual. Sitting in the subway station, looking at the vehicles passing by and the few pedestrians hurrying by, my mind was empty. It's been a long time since I've thought about anything, but I always feel like something is going to happen. I don't know how long I sat down, but a rather familiar sound of footsteps slowly approached me, and finally stopped not far behind me. (To be continued.) )