Shibuya, Ebisu.

Saijo Superior Apartment.

Fang Dongjo Masao was busy bringing warmth to the residents of 301, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be piled up by a smile, "Mrs. Akino, I know you've been having a bad job lately.

This is my care, and I hope you can accept it. ”

As he spoke, he handed over the new LV bag.

Qiu Nai waved his hands and said, "I'm sorry, this bag is too valuable, please take it back." ”

"It doesn't matter, as the saying goes, brand-name bags don't cry only in the hands of beauties."

Saijo Masao smiled all over his face, and instead of taking back the gift he had given, he held Akino's white and tender right hand, and then forcibly stuffed the LV bag into that hand and closed it.

Without waiting for Qiu Nai to refuse again, he took the initiative to wave his hand and said, "Nothing else, I'll go first." ”

"Ugh."

Akino had a hint of confusion on his face.

How could she not know that this old thing had bad intentions, but the bag in her hand made her unable to refuse.

If you want to maintain a glamorous life, you must have a famous brand embellishment.

But those famous brands are very expensive, and in the current bad environment, people like her, who claim to be middle-class, have very large daily living expenses.

She sighed and put the bag away, big deal, and returned it later.

Masao Saijo, who walked away, heard the sound of the door closing, and a smug expression appeared on his face.

At the age of 56, if there's any fun he has to say, it's to have some conversations with the young wives of his tenants.

Fulfill some responsibilities for husbands who are busy with work or do not have time to spend with them.

Whoever makes him the landlord must ensure the tenant's occupancy experience.

Not only here, but the young wives of the thirteen high-end apartments have to be taken care of.

Humming a song, he returned to his room, went straight to his study, and sat down in his chair.

Masao Saijo skillfully turned on the computer.

Now that technology is so convenient, he used to need to go outside the room himself if he wanted to peek at something.

Now, as long as the camera is installed in the rented room, you can peek into their lives.

It is through these methods that Masao Saijo understands the situation of those people, and then uses money to attack, or to see someone's weakness and threaten them.

"Let me take a look at Xiao Ai-chan today~"

Saijo Masao had a lewd expression on his face.

He stared at the girl of 403 for a while, and with a click of the mouse, the girl lying on the bed appeared on the screen, as if she was worried about something.

"Hehe, it won't be long before you're my man."

A little girl like this is the easiest to deal with, she only needs to find some gangsters in the extreme to help intimidate the popular king in the class, so that the one who takes the lead in bullying this person can slowly destroy her mind.

When the time comes, he will be able to succeed.

Thinking of the excitement, Masao Saijo picked up his mobile phone and called the girl from the 604 household.

"Nanase, come to my room right away, and I'll help you with your tuition."

"Mr. Saijo, I'm not available."

"Nanase, you don't want your parents to worry about your affairs, don't forget, who paid for the compensation when your boyfriend injured someone?"

Masao Saijo threatened.

After a brief silence, there was a response from there, "Okay. ”

"Good boy," Saijo Masao hung up the phone, turned the monitor to 604 again, watched the girl say a few words to her parents, and then walked out the door.

He had a smile on his face.

"Is this your interest?"

Suddenly, the sound ringing in his ears made Saijo Masao's heart almost jump out of his chest, and he was completely disinterested in fright.

He is old, but he doesn't want others to discover his dirty interests and ruin his good reputation.

"Who are you?"

Saijo Masao turned his head, stared at the blonde man in front of him, and threatened: "My son is a member of the House of Representatives of the Diet, and it is a crime for you to illegally break into a private house like this!"

I can put you in jail for the rest of your life! ”

"The so-called rules are for those who cannot survive without following the law."

Aosawa raised his hand, using another ability of Miaoshou Rejuvenation, to give the disease to Masao Saijo, "Since you like to move so much, let you never be able to move again."

Paralyzed all over the body. ”

A trace of black mist drilled out of his fingertips, and when Saijo Masao saw this scene, he was so stunned that he couldn't even react, just stared at the fog blankly, suspecting that this was not reality.

The mist slammed into his head.

"Ahh

Only then did Masao Saijo let out a frightened cry and looked up to avoid it, but the fog got into his head.

Aosawa used his telekinesis to support Saijo Masao's body and move the person back into the chair, "Enjoy your prison life like this." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a breeze and left the house.

……

A little, the door was unscrewed.

"I'm coming."

Nanase's soft voice sounded, bent down to take off her shoes, put on the slippers at home, she stepped into the living room, and without finding anyone there, she unscrewed the door of the study.

To her surprise, the disgusting guy was sitting in a chair.

"Uh-uh."

There is a sound in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth are drooling.

Although it was already disgusting enough in the past, the appearance now made Nanase want to vomit.

"I'm here, what do you want to do?"

"Uh-uh."

Masao Saijo let out a meaningless cry in his mouth, his eyes full of fear.

It's like the soul is bound to the body, and it's clear that it's very conscious, as usual.

But his hands and feet did not listen to him at all, and he could not even utter a complete sentence, and could only make a uh-uh cry, which terrified him greatly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Nanase noticed his strangeness and asked, getting more uh-uh responses.

Such a scene made Nanase frown slightly, and her first reaction was that the old man was sick, so she quickly stepped forward and looked for her own video from the old man's mobile phone.

Found a video with a hundred gigabytes.

The longest video note was on July 6, 36 years ago.

She quickly deleted her video, and found many familiar figures from the massive photos, all of whom were wives and girls living in this apartment.

From the age of ten to forty, it is not taboo.

Those unsightly photos made Nanase feel a great impact on his heart.

Until I saw the photo of my mother next to my photo, the look was completely different from the dignified appearance before.

She was completely stunned, and remembered that there seemed to be a mother next to her video just now.

"Uh-uh."

It was like a sound that couldn't cough up phlegm.

Nanase came back to her senses, quickly deleted the photos and videos of herself and her mother, and then looked at the landlord in front of her who was drooling, her tone was full of resentment: "It's really evil and evil retribution, you will always live like this!" ”

She turned away.

……

Ikebukuro, Silver Moon Clubhouse.

Bright light falls into the goblet, giving the bright red wine a ruby sheen.

With the owner of the wine glass shaking.

The appearance of the wine is extraordinarily tasty.

Instead of rushing to taste the wine in his glass, Paris looked directly at the guest in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Although the Mossad and the CIA are often as close as father and son in the world's perception.

But on the question of who is the Father and who is the Son, both the Mossad and the CIA have different understandings.

As a CIA, Paris naturally thinks that his side is the position of a father.

So he was very dissatisfied with the man in front of him for speaking.

"Mr. Goodrich, what do you mean by that?"

He said slowly, placing the goblet on the table, his face showing no anger, but his tone was obviously a little reproachful.

Goodrich sat across from him, a tall man with a rough and unkempt appearance, but with a different appearance than he did in appearance.

He didn't answer Parlis's question, and said to himself: "We are allies, and the Mossad and the CIA have long agreed to share intelligence with each other."

Whatever information the Mossad has, it will be provided to the CIA as soon as possible.

The CIA has intelligence, why not provide it to us? ”

Parris's face sank, if it weren't for the support of the CIA behind him, with the current Mossad Nala crotch level, even the original brute style has been lost, and it is a proper Heisei abandoned house.

But he was not angry and said: "We have already provided you with information about Muhamrad, the lion of Yemen.

He's right around the corner of Tokyo and we're looking for him. ”

Goodrich shook his head and said, "No, what I want to ask is, why did Muhamrad come to Tokyo?"

Aren't you guys in the CIA clear?

He has the same goal as you, to find Dior.

Ironically, Muhammad, as an enemy, became aware of Dior's existence before we do. ”

"Regarding the matter of Dior, our CIA is also investigating, and we will naturally inform you of the detailed process."

Paris replied without changing his face, and it was not a lie.

Matters related to Dio are among the top top secrets within the CIA.

The only thing he knew was that it was the Special Intelligence Investigations Unit that was in charge of investigating the matter.

Even the name Dior, he only learned from John yesterday, was to deal with the doubts of some allies.

Anyway, no matter how much they questioned it, the CIA's standard answer was that they had just discovered Dior's existence.

More information about Christian Dior is under investigation.

Of course, Paris knew that the information above was much more than that, but he was not interested in slapping the chief in the face.

Goodrich said with a solemn face: "Mr. Parlis, your answer like this is undoubtedly hurting the feelings between us. ”

"I'm the one who should be sad, and since you don't believe the information we provide, then we don't need to continue talking here."

Pallis's face turned cold, and he stood up and said, "If you want to be held accountable for this matter, forgive me for taking my leave. ”

Seeing this, Goodrich hurriedly changed his face again and said with a smile: "Haha, Mr. Parris, please don't be angry.

I naturally believe in the friendship between the CIA and the Mossad, it's just that the people above are difficult to deal with, and I have to find some excuses. ”

"Just report it truthfully."

Palis did not fall into his linguistic trap and here promised to make an excuse, which was to admit that the CIA was making excuses to deal with the Mossad.

There are some things that everyone knows can do, but they can't say anything about it, leaving any handle.

"I'm telling the truth."

(End of chapter)