Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 108 For Strength
The rain fell and the stream flowed wildly.

In the overwhelming darkness.

A stern thunder flashed out.

In a suddenly bright world.

Saito Hiroya walks in the noisy world with a huge umbrella.

The ground under his feet gradually changed from solid rock to mud covered with continuous rain.

Step down.

The leather shoes are covered with mud, and even the trousers are filthy.

Saito Hiroya didn't care about this.

He walked on.

The outline of the city faded away behind him.

What floated in front of my eyes was the high mountain shrouded in darkness, and the big trees in the forest with fallen leaves floating in the road, standing here like strict guards.

In the rumbling thunder.

Saito Hiro also stopped in front of a huge iron gate.

And after it.

It is a majestic building rising from the ground against the mountains.

Faint lights emanated from it.

In this deep mountain and old forest, it looks particularly abrupt and at the same time gives people a chilling feeling.

The rain rolled down along the iron door painted with jet black paint. Amidst the thunder, a figure walked quickly. If you look carefully, you can clearly see his unconventional clothes.

A white suspenders with a black bodysuit imitating a beast mask, and a sharp long knife on his back.

He is tall and straight.

Walking in the drifting rain.

No umbrella.

After seeing the figure of the visitor, that is, Saito Hiroya's appearance, he immediately became respectful.

"Captain," he said
Then, with the sound of rushing rain, the iron gate was opened in a hurry.

"Is Mr. Kimura here?" Saito Hiroya seemed to be a different person at this moment.

The gentleness, gentleness and politeness of the time when I was with Itachi in Tokyo disappeared, replaced by an iceberg-like coldness and a cold majesty. blade.

"Yes, Mr. Kimura is inside."

"Take me to see him."

"Please come with me."

Braving the wind and rain, the two quickly walked to the front of the mansion.

Put away the umbrella.

Saito Hiroya threw it aside casually, and then stepped into the lobby.

Such a majestic building is not as magnificent as imagined, on the contrary, its decoration style is extremely simple and empty, except for the necessary things, other things can be reduced as much as possible.

In the lobby stood four guards patrolling back and forth.

Dress uniformly.

It was exactly the same as the person who led Saito Hiroya in.

All the guards were respectful when they saw Saito Hiroya.

This can be seen.

Hiroshi Saito also has a deep position among them.

Go through the lobby.

Stepped on a few rounds of stairs.

at last.

In the deepest room.

They stopped.

"It's already here, Captain. Mr. Kimura is here, but at this point, Mr. Kimura may already be resting. Are you sure you want to see him?" the guard asked cautiously.

"You don't need to take care of things that are not yours. After joining the root, don't you even have this awareness? You just need to do the things under your name. I have my own sense of proportion." Saito Hiroya's voice was sharp , he raised his eyebrows, with the blade hidden in his eyes.

The guard was a little timid, he lowered his head, and when faced with Saito Hiroya's scolding, he didn't dare to make any other sound.

Wait until the sound dies down.

It was he who nodded in trepidation.

"I'm really sorry, then I'll leave first." The guard said, but he didn't leave. Without Saito Hiroya's instruction, he didn't dare to rashly start any new activities.

within the root tissue.

Strict discipline is the most important outline. Everything must be instructed, and each should perform its own duties. In particular, it is impossible to overstep.

"Go." Saito Hiroya said coldly.

The guard immediately retreated in a hurry.

Before Saito Hiroya started knocking on the door.

A hoarse voice came from inside the door.

"come in."

Saito Hiroya was also taken aback.

Then push open the door.

The door is not locked.

There is no need for locks either.

No one dared to offend Mr. Kimura's authority in this place. Entering this place without permission would be a dead end. Anyone who joined the root organization knew the thunderous methods of Mr. Kimura.

The screen that greets the eyes is still an extremely simple layout.

Next to the oak cabinet full of books is a huge desk. Behind the desk, a figure in a large robe that looks a bit crooked is standing with his hands behind his back. He is facing the floor-to-ceiling window glass. In the dark world, there are lightning and thunder. The blazing light illuminates the pouring rain.

"Mr. Kimura." Saito Hiroya said respectfully.

His voice is humble.

His face was no longer so cold and harsh.

Instead, there was a look of neither happiness nor sadness.

"Hiroya, just tell me if you have anything to do. I also happen to have some things that I need to tell you to do." Kimura turned around.

The exposed appearance is extremely familiar.

A little old and wrinkled face.

The left hand was wrapped in a white bandage and the part extending to the eyes was densely wrapped.

His expression is gloomy, and his back is facing the world of Yuluo, giving off a sinister and cunning feeling.

It is the existence that is feared by the current Prime Minister Ichiro Nakai, the leader of the Progressive Party.

It is also the behind-the-scenes manipulator who really controls the government behind the scenes.

The so-called Nakai Ichiro is just his puppet.

Although he has never made any substantial contribution to the affairs of Nakaju Ichiro, but through the threat of his life, he still easily managed Nakaju Ichiro.

Let the latter never have half a complaint against him. After all, Kimura is life and death, and his life is held in the hands of the other party. Nakai Ichiro can only obediently let him kill him.

"I found two ghosts in Asakusa." Saito Hiroya said.

The ghosts in his mouth are naturally Zhu Shi and Yushiro.

"Is it just this?" Kimura frowned.

He naturally knows ghosts very well, and he is not curious about such things.

"These two ghosts are very special. They don't have such a primitive bloodthirsty desire for human beings. I have been with them for more than an hour, and the other party has not given me the slightest thought. It shows that they are special. My idea is whether to bring them back, such a special existence may be of unexpected help to Mr. Kimura's experiment." Saito Hiroya said.

"Really? That's really special. The cruelty of creatures like ghosts is engraved in their genes. There are ghosts who can break free from the shackles of that primitive desire. There are some unexpected gains." Kimura nodded.

"In that case, take those two ghosts and send them to the Garden of Eden as soon as possible."

"Of order." Saito Hiroya replied.

Eden is the code name for the experimental site.

The implication naturally represents the new century.

Once the experiment is successful, it will open up a new era.

During these times, tens of thousands of pregnant women and children missing across the country were all sent to this great cause.

They will serve as test subjects to lay the foundation stone for a new era in the future.

"The leader of the Democratic Party, Qiangxun Ueno, should be dead, right?" Kimura asked.

He was the one who met Die Nin in the alleyway before, and he was the one who brewed all these accidents.

In short.

He is the black hand standing behind the Progressive Party and controlling the entire country.

The so-called prime minister Nakai Ichiro is nothing more than a puppet pushed to power.

He is the one who really controls the entire country.

"Sorry, Mr. Kimura, it is impossible to judge whether Ueno Qianghiro is dead or not. Just before I came, he has received relatively systematic treatment. Although his current life condition is very unstable, it cannot be directly determined. His death, and since all the people present at that time were unknown, I dare not act rashly." Saito Hiroya truthfully recruited everything he had seen and heard.

Kimura didn't show too much surprise when he heard the news, he just frowned and nodded immediately.

"I see, you don't need to worry about Ueno Qiangxun's affairs. Even if you let him live well, it will not pose a threat to us. I have a lot of methods to deal with ordinary people like this. If you come today, I just have one thing to ask." Leave it to you to do it."

"Mr. Kimura, please tell me." Saito Hiroya said.

"Go to Nakai Ichiro and Suzuki Yu as soon as possible, I don't want them to see the sun tomorrow morning." Kimura said softly.

Saito Hiroya nodded.

He didn't ask.

Although there are many doubts in my heart.

Why should Nakai Ichiro be killed? As a puppet, this guy is relatively obedient, and it may be a bit troublesome to support a puppet now.

But he didn't dare to ask these questions.

He just needs to do some things, and he doesn't need to know too many reasons. He just needs to do the things within his obligations.

"It's okay, you can go." Kimura waved his hand.

Saito Hiroshi did not make any stays either.

Resigned respectfully.

Then slowly close the door.

When he walked out of the mansion standing in the deep mountains and old forests, he held a huge black umbrella and looked up at the roaring thunder in the sky.

Lightning flashed in the pupils.

In the rumbling thunder.

Saito Hiroya's thoughts were extremely deep.

He is a spy.

But not a Progressive Party spy.

He was never just a member of the root organization.

To serve Mr. Kimura who controls extraordinary strength.

As for the Democratic Party.

It's just a ladder for him to go up.

Whether it is the teacher Ueno Qianghiro or the father Saito Shigeru, they are just a simple tool.

Born into a political family, he was indoctrinated with an idea since he was a child, that the strong prey on the weak, and if you don't swallow the value of others, you will be swallowed by others.

and so.

Hiroshi Saito also had to climb upwards.

In the past, he followed the Democratic Party.

Under the tutelage of Ueno Qiangxun.

It's nothing more than thinking that one day I can become the prime minister and stand at the top of this country.

Until I came into contact with Kimura.

He just knew.

There are more attractive things in this world besides rights.

That is power.

It is not the so-called one against a hundred, but one against a country.

Relying on one's own strength to compete against the entire country will sound like a fantasy to everyone. The real world is not a fairy tale. It is impossible to fight against a hundred with one enemy, let alone a country with one enemy. Ten are considered rare in the world. With the rapid development of the modern era and the rise of firearms, who cares how powerful your fists are, two shots with bang bang will inevitably make you hate the Northwest.

But Kimura is different.

He is really like a god walking out of a myth, possessing power beyond imagination, shaking the sky with every gesture, grasping the supreme power of life and death in the world.

After meeting him.

Everything that had been pursued in the past fell apart.

The so-called rights are nothing but dust in the face of absolute power.

Only by controlling a sufficiently powerful force without relying on anyone can it be called impenetrable.

Saito Hiroya chose to stand by Kimura's side without hesitation.

In pursuit of strength.

He is willing to give up everything now.

father teacher.

He doesn't care at all.

All he wanted was for himself to be strong alone, with the strength enough to turn everything around.

Boom! !

Lightning split the night sky in two.

In the dull and loud thunder.

Saito Hiroya walked away.

Stepping on the muddy ground.

In the field of vision is the winding mountain range under the drifting heavy rain.

A city made of steel stands tall in the rain.

The wind howled tirelessly, carrying a splash of rain on the window panes.

In the sound of dong dong dong.

The doors and windows vibrated constantly in the strong wind.

Today's Prime Minister Nakai Ichiro is tossing and turning on the bed. Apart from the violent storm, many recent events are also a major reason for his inability to sleep.

The undercurrent between the Progressive Party and the Democratic Party kept flashing in his mind.

The days when he was the prime minister but was extremely aggrieved and useless flashed.

Thinking of Kimura's face.

He couldn't help feeling terrified.

Recalling the first meeting, he still vividly remembers it, and no matter how long it has passed, the hideous and terrifying picture is deeply engraved in his mind.

About half a year ago.

It was still snowing in Tokyo.

From the gray sky, fine snow fell on the icy city.

Nakai Ichiro, as always, took a special car to the prime minister's residence to manage the country's government affairs.

The scenery along the way passed by.

All the people are displaced for their livelihood.

He looked at the people who were braving the wind and snow in the cold wind.

Sitting in a heated compartment by myself.

Watching all this indifferently.

As the prime minister, he has the obligation to be sympathetic to the people, but there is no need to share the sufferings of the world with everyone.

In order to climb to this position.

The hardships he has experienced have piled up like a mountain, which can be described as ten thousand times more difficult than these ordinary people.

That is to say, being able to stand in this position depends entirely on one's own efforts and has absolutely nothing to do with these suffering people.

Enter the prime minister's residence as usual.

Go to the office under the eyes of the stars.

The Prime Minister along the way made him feel boring.

This feeling of superiority has made him tired.

of course.

Being bored does not mean that you can give up. Nakai Ichiro is tired and used to this kind of life.

Open the door to the office.

He began to care about the government affairs of this country again.

A scene that can be seen.

It really made his pupils shrink and he was furious.

Under the emblem of the Progressive Party and the flag that symbolizes this country, a strange guy who has never met is sitting upright.

Sitting where he should have been.

And also maintained a calm and unhurried look.

It was as if he was the real leader in that position.

Nakai Ichiro has been in politics for many years.

When looking at the scene in front of you.

They couldn't hold back the restless anger in their hearts.

His blue veins throbbed like a restless snake.

(End of this chapter)