A box truck pulls out of the headquarters of the Bank of Kuori, with a vertical distribution box in the cargo compartment.

When the truck drove out of the gate, it was stopped by the special search department, and the driver's identity was verified, and the truck was also checked, and no problems were found before it was released.

An hour later, the van arrived on the outskirts of Tokyo, next to a fishing village.

The driver took an electric screwdriver and removed the lid of the distribution box, and Luoyang walked out of the vertical distribution box.

"Aligatore." Luoyang said thank you to the driver.

The driver bowed 45 degrees: "Douyi, he is used to taking it."

Luoyang reached out and patted the driver on the shoulder, jumped out of the car and walked towards the fishing village.

The driver did not leave, but waited in the car. When Luoyang returned from his errands, he also had to send the "repaired" distribution box to the headquarters of the Bank of Kuori.

The small fishing village by the sea is in a state of semi-desolation, one of the village's oil roads is empty, and the houses on both sides of the road are closed. Occasionally, I saw one or two people, also old men with gray hair on their backs.

The door of a dilapidated courtyard was opened, and an old man walked out.

The old man was thin and thin, but he seemed very energetic.

Lao Wang, the last time he took Luoyang out of Fusang, he also called an hour ago, asking Luoyang to come here to meet.

Lao Wang didn't greet Luoyang, showed his face, turned around and entered the house.

Luoyang entered the small courtyard, came to the door, took off his shoes and entered the house.

Lao Wang had already made tea, he made a cup for Luoyang, and then beckoned, "Sit."

Luoyang walked over, sat opposite Lao Wang, and said straight to the point: "Who gave the order this time?"

"Don't ask about this, don't say I don't know, even if I do, I can't tell you, you know a lot of rules in this industry. Try this tea, it was grown by a monk here, and he gave me a little bit." Lao Wang changed the subject.

Luoyang took a sip of the teacup, there was nothing special, it was just ordinary green tea, and the quality could not be improved because he was a monk.

"And what were the instructions you received?" Luoyang didn't want to go around in circles.

Lao Wang said, "Let me persuade you to go back."

Luoyang was a little speechless, could he be persuaded by an old man to go back?

The person giving such instructions lacks the most basic common sense.

Lao Wang looked at Luoyang with longing eyes: "Mr. Luo, go back, I have arranged a boat for you here, and I will go back without knowing it."

Luo Yang frowned slightly: "You called me and asked me to come here to meet, just to follow me?" I don't care who gives you instructions, you tell him that I will go back myself when I am done."

"Not thinking about it at all?" Lao Wang still wants to work hard.

"Not considered." Luoyang was resolute

, Sun Shangxiang is still waiting for him to go back, her heart is tormented every minute, how could he leave her and secretly return to Huaguo?

Lao Wang sighed: "I knew you wouldn't go back, so I specially prepared Plan B for you."

Luoyang: "......"

Lao Wang took out a document bag from under the tea table and put it on the table in front of Luoyang.

"What's that?" Luoyang asked.

The king said, "Look at it."

Luoyang opened the file bag, which contained a stack of photos.

Luoyang was taken aback by the first photo, in which Matsudaira was basking in the sun in a garden, with tea and a book on a small table. But that's not the point, the point is the background of this photo, which is the office of the Seventh Fleet, and the buildings in the photo match the star flag on the flagpole.

Luoyang then looked down. Tsukio Matsudaira had dinner with a beautiful navy officer, and next to him there were a few Fuso geisha performing their talents, shamisen, fans, and so on.

"How were these pictures taken?" Luo Yang was surprised in his heart and asked curiously.

Lao Wang raised his glass and took a sip of tea, and the old god was there: "As long as the money is in place, you can get the photos of Bai Zhenhua's son-in-law prescribing medicine, what are these photos."

Luoyang looked down again.

He also saw a photo of Sun Men Soseki being interrogated at the headquarters of the Special Investigation Department.

Finally, he saw a photo of Tachibana Abe walking in the garden with a man.

That man was Saburo Abe, who was often seen in the news media, and Luoyang recognized it at a glance.

There was also a document in the document bag, Luoyang looked through it, but it was in Fusang language, and he couldn't read it.

"What's written on this paper?" Luoyang asked.

Lao Wang said: "This is an internal document of the intelligence department of the Fuso Defense Agency, because of the rush of time, I don't have the time to translate it into Chinese for you, but there is no need for that, I can explain it clearly in a few words."

Luoyang glanced up at Lao Wang, the last time he withdrew from Fusang, he didn't have much intersection with this old man, this time this old man subverted his original impression of a low-level intelligence officer.

"You're involved in this, it's complicated. The beautiful country doesn't want Fuso to get out of his control, so it is impossible to let the emerging political figure become the prime minister, but Abe Saburo is also dangerous to the beautiful country, because this person is an extreme rightist in his bones, the militaristic ideology is very heavy, and his ancestors are also Class A war criminals, as long as he becomes the prime minister of Fuso, he will definitely try his best to promote the expansion of the Self-Defense Forces and gradually get rid of the control of the beautiful country, so he is not the candidate that the beautiful country wants."

Luoyang's heart was a little puzzled: "You confuse me by saying this, what I understand is that the beautiful country has intervened in this matter, and wants to get rid of the new faction of the gold lord Sunmen Soseki, Abe Saburo is the executor, and he is also the person who is expected to become the next prime minister, so he spares no effort to kill Sunmen Soseki and Matsudaira Waio in this matter."

Lao Wang smiled indifferently: "Then what is the photo you saw, Matsudaira Kuo is drinking tea and basking in the sun in the office of the Seventh Fleet, protected by the navy of the beautiful country

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Luo Yang shrugged his shoulders slightly: "Okay, you come."

Lao Wang continued: "Sun Men Shushi has too much money, and people are drifting, and he feels that making money is no longer exciting, so he starts to engage in politics. According to the information I have, that Matsudaira Hideo was originally a person cultivated by the beautiful country, and he was almost killed by Abe Saburo last time, but you saved him. This time, Saburo Abe took action against Soseki Sunmon, and Hideo Matsudaira was protected. Sun Gate Soseki is the owner of the new faction, and the new school listens to him, and Matsudaira Hideo made a deal with Abe Saburo and sold Sun Gate Soseki. In fact, this was also instructed by the real master behind Matsudaira Waio."

Luoyang seems to understand a little.

"As soon as Sunmon Soseki fell, Tsukio Matsudaira became a boss of the new faction, even if he couldn't become the prime minister of Fuso, he was also a hunting dog for the beautiful country to control Fuso's political arena, and whoever was disobedient would bite him. This incident is equivalent to Sun Men Shushi spending money to raise a dog, but he was bitten by a dog, and he was a victim of the acquiescence of several forces." Lao Wang sighed a little and raised his glass to drink tea.

Luoyang felt that this matter was even more tricky than he imagined, and when he called Prince Abshali, he was still very confident in his plan to cure the sick and save people, but when he heard Lao Wang say this, he was not sure in his heart.

Lao Wang looked at Luoyang: "I'm afraid that you won't be able to see the form clearly, so I have prepared this information for you. This is the case, and I still have to ask you again, are you sure you want to wade into this troubled water?"

"Men have to be responsible." Luoyang was not affected by the complexity and difficulty of the incident.

Lao Wang glanced at Luoyang and said with a smile: "It's the first time I've seen someone talk about such a thing as a pickling girl so fresh and refined, it's really terrifying."

Luoyang: "......"

"It seems that the only way to do this is Plan B." Lao Wang sighed.

"What exactly are you talking about Plan B?" Luoyang asked.

Lao Wang said, "I can't say it, but I can give you a hint."

Luoyang was puzzled in his heart, and was about to ask, but saw Lao Wang grab the tea knife on the tea table, wave his hand, and stab it fiercely on the head of Abe Saburo in a photo placed on the tea table.

Luoyang was stunned.

This implication can be understood at a glance, and there is no need for words to describe it, but he never imagined that it would be such a plan B.

Luoyang raised his eyes to look at Lao Wang, and was silent for a moment before saying, "Who are you?"

Lao Wang let go, the tea knife was still pierced on Abe Saburo's "head", standing upright, he smiled indifferently: "They all call me Lao Wang."

"I know your name is Lao Wang, I'm asking you what your identity is?"

"I can't tell you, but after this time, I'll have to go back, and if nothing else, we might have a chance to meet again in the future." Lao Wang said.

"You're from the Xuanwu Bureau?"

Lao Wang kept his mouth shut.

Luo Yang asked again, "Martial team or Xuan team?"

Lao Wang smiled silently.

"Do you know Gentamei?" Luoyang continued to probe.

Lao Wang's eyes flickered for a moment, but he regained his composure in an instant.

This reaction, it seems, is awareness, and it is estimated that it is more likely to be the Xuan team.

"It seems that you and Xuan Taimei are colleagues, and you are members of the Xuan team." Luoyang continued to observe Lao Wang's reaction.

Lao Wang smiled: "Don't ask, if you want to save Sun Men Shushi, only this Plan B can succeed."

Luoyang looked directly into Lao Wang's eyes: "Such a plan B...... Does anyone over there want Abe Saburo's life?"

"Abe Saburo's ancestor is a Class A war criminal, and he has militaristic blood in his bones, he is very good at disguise, but his nature cannot be changed, if such a person becomes the prime minister of Fuso, it is not a good thing."

"So, I'm the knife?"

"What a knife doesn't say, it's not good. My understanding is that you are fighting for love, and by the way, you cut out a scourge, isn't that a good thing come in pairs?" Lao Wang looked very serious.

"I don't mind making this knife, it's just that Abe Saburo has a special identity, and the Abe family is also the head of the five major political families in Fuso, and the other four families are the head of the Abe family, if I kill him, the trouble will definitely not be small, what guarantee can you give me?" Luoyang always had concerns in his heart.

"No guarantees, I didn't even tell you about it."

Luoyang: "......"

"Actually, don't think about things too complicated, since many people want him to die, and he dies, isn't that just a happy thing? It's no different from getting rid of Abe Saburo and getting rid of Liu Bing, your ability has arrived, but your mind can't keep up, and it's actually not bad to try to let yourself go." Lao Wang raised his teacup and drank tea, looking at Luoyang out of the corner of his eye.

There's no point in talking any further.

"So be it, see you later." Luoyang got up and left.

Lao Wang didn't get up, but just said, "I have prepared a gift for you, just put it on the cabinet by the door, take it with you when you go."

Luoyang didn't ask him what it was, and when he went out, he found a box on the cabinet, he opened it and looked at it, and was slightly stunned.

It was a very delicate mask, made of biomimetic material.

Even this is ready, which is calculated that he has no choice and wants to go through Plan B.

What is the identity of this old king?