Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 110 Chapter One Zero Nine: Suffering Death

For those people like Kimura, the law of the jungle is what he believes in and implements.

Once he loses his use value as a tool, then what awaits him is bound to be a dead end.

Nakai Ichiro didn't want to continue to bear the pressure from the Prime Minister, but he chose to escape and the only thing that greeted him was death.

therefore.

Nakai Ichiro can only continue to move forward and become a valuable person in order not to be abandoned.

Nakai Ichiro pressed the teacup on the table.

The wrinkled palms trembled slightly.

The wind and thunder roared and roared.

He stroked his forehead.

Turn around and return to the room.

No matter how much he thought about it, it was useless, since he was tied to a warship with Kimura, he was destined to live in fear and haze.

In the creaking sound.

Ichiro Nakai opened the door.

The picture that catches the eye.

It made him terrified.

Endless fear rolled out from the bottom of his heart, filled every blood vessel in Ichiro Nakai's body, and occupied his brain through the rolling blood.

He couldn't stop shaking.

The shrunken pupils reflected a familiar figure of Sen Leng.

Beast mask.

White overalls.

Black tights.

Carrying a long knife.

Impressively, he is a member of the root organization.

As for who.

Nakai Ichiro didn't know.

But he knew that such a guy visiting late at night must have bad intentions.

There can never be half a good thing.

"What do you want to do?" Nakai Ichiro said tremblingly, suppressing the fear in his heart.

The person in the field of vision didn't speak or move anything, he just stared at Ichiro Nakai, his gaze under the mask was full of teasing and coldness.

There was lightning and thunder outside the window.

The drifting rain swayed wantonly in this chaotic world.

The noise filled my ears.

Riding on the stern thunder.

Members of the root organization will slowly pull out the long knife behind their backs.

The crisp sound of drawing the knife and the bright light of the knife fell on Nakai Ichiro's eyes as if the god of death had come.

He subconsciously stepped back.

Instinct drove him to flee.

But he was so frightened and suppressed that he couldn't move an inch.

not to mention.

Nakai Ichiro knew very well that in this narrow space, no matter how he tried to escape, it would be a dead end.

My physical fitness is not bad, but it is only at the level of an ordinary person.

The fact that the other party can appear in his bedroom without anyone noticing is enough to prove that he possesses impressive strength, and running away in front of the other party is just a game of cat and mouse.

"Is there anything we can talk about. What is it?"

"Mr. Kimura. Did Mr. Kimura send you here?"

"I want to talk to Mr. Kimura! I want to talk to Mr. Kimura!"

Nakai Ichiro said in a panic.

The members of the root organization still ignored him.

He already held a long knife out of its sheath in his hand.

He walked step by step, like a god of death counting down the clock.

Follow his steps.

Nakai Ichiro's heart was also beating wildly uncontrollably, the pounding heartbeat made him feel palpitations, and the high-speed flow of blood rushed into his mind for a while.

He felt like he was having trouble breathing but was actually breathing like asthma.

Nakai Ichiro was still clamoring to have a conversation with Kimura.

he knows.

Kimura is the only one who can drive members of the root organization.

Since the other party came here late at night, he must have come here with a purpose.

Take a look now.

The purpose is very clear.

That is killing him.

Nakai Ichiro didn't know what he did wrong. He always obeyed Kimura's words, and he never showed the slightest disobedience. In order to win the next election and become a valuable tool, he also tried his best. Trying my best, why would such a heartfelt heart be exchanged for such a situation.

Nakai Ichiro knew that sooner or later he would be in this situation.

But he never thought that this day would come so soon.

He still has value.

He still has a lot of use value!
Not the time!
Now is not the time!
Nakai Ichiro has some demons.

Everything that happens today is unexpected.

Panic and fear completely obliterated him like the bottomless night.

The trembling and retreating figure was finally crushed by the fear of the rising tide.

He staggered and fell.

Looking up at the members of the root organization who are pressing harder and harder.

"How pitiful."

The root organization member spoke for the first time.

The voice was full of banter.

"why!"

"why!"

"I still have value! I will definitely win this election! I want to talk to Mr. Kimura! Now is not the time! Now is not the time!"

Nakai Ichiro looked terrified and his voice was out of order.

The fear of death has overwhelmed his last wisp of reason.

He begged desperately.

But the person in front of him didn't move at all.

Members of the root organization raised their long knives and looked down at Ichiro Nakai, the highest authority in the country.

once Upon a time.

He also hopes very much to be able to stand above ten thousand people, overlook the entire country, and control everything.

But right now.

The person he wanted so much to be was kneeling under him like an ant, begging for the right to live.

"No matter how supreme power lacks power, it is nothing but empty air. I used to hope to become the prime minister, stand on the highest place in this country, and live in this prime minister's official residence admired by thousands of people. But now, I finally understand. The most important thing is the absolute power of not relying on anyone or any organization. One day, I will use my wrist and strength to make everyone submit to me. In order to do this, I am willing to pay any price."

He muttered to himself.

Nakai Ichiro didn't listen to his words at all.

Fear builds up in my mind.

His basic consciousness has been deprived of everything.

Now he is full of desire for life and fear of death.

He is still prime minister.

He still has utility value.

Once he is dead.

The Progressive Party will surely fail as well.

In that case, it was just a thankless task for Kimura.

wrong!

The prime minister just needs to find another one.

Without him.

Kimura can also support people for the Democratic Party.

but.

why? !

Nakai Ichiro's thoughts were extremely disordered.

In the end, it even turned from fear to anger.

That is impotent rage.

Nakai Ichiro couldn't do anything.

Throw away the identity of the prime minister.

He's just an ordinary guy.

It is not worth mentioning in front of absolute power.

"Didn't you always want to see my face, Mr. Ichiro Nakai?"

"You are the guy who talked to me instead of Mr. Kimura?" Ichiro Nakai thought of the guy who talked to him in the prime minister's residence not long ago.

This is true in terms of height and sensuality alone.

This is the same root organization member that he was talking to earlier.

"Now as you wish."

An indifferent voice.

In the roaring thunder.

Members of the root organization pulled up the mask on the face, and the exposed face was also a familiar face.

It made him terrified.

To his great consternation.

The face behind the imitation animal mask is not as strange and sharp as imagined.

It was a face that looked polite, clean and gentle.

In fact, if you look carefully, there is a cold and sharp expression from the seemingly kind face.

Especially those pair of dark and deep eyes revealed an unfathomable haze.

And after the haze, it is like thunder in the dark sky of the world outside the window.

Under the laziness and calmness lies Jingzhe.

Very familiar.

Impressively, it was Hiroya Saito, the only son of Shigeru Saito, a high-ranking member of the Democratic Party, and a disciple of Qiangxun Ueno.

He has seen Saito Hiroya in public meetings of the Democratic Party countless times.

The other party is the son of the high-level.

He is also a disciple of Ueno Qiangxun.

Nine out of ten were raised as heirs.

He didn't have a deep impression of this young man, but he still remembered it clearly.

The current prime minister is changing.

A fledgling little guy is not enough to attract his attention.

It's also not worthwhile for him to focus on him.

But that's the guy.

It turned out to be a subordinate who worked for Na Kimura, a member of the root organization.

Obviously has a bright future.

But he had to do such a low-key thing.

Ichiro Nakai was puzzled.

What made him even more puzzled was that.

As the only son of Saito Shigeru, he is also the eagle dog under Mr. Kimura and a member of the root organization.

He must be very clear that his own father fell into a coma because of Kimura's arrangement, and turned into the current appearance of neither human nor ghost.

Logically speaking, this kind of hatred should be irreconcilable.

But Hiroya Saito was able to let Kimura drive him with such peace of mind.

"You are the disciple of Saito Hiroya Saito Shigeru's only son, Ueno Kehiro!"

"It seems that you still have a deep impression on me."

"As the successor of the Democratic Party in the future, you are willing to be Kimura's eagle dog. Don't you know that your father Shigeru Saito became like that because of Kimura? With such a deep hatred, you are willing to be driven by him?" Nakai Ichiro tried to break the heart of Saito Hiroya in front of him with words.

Saito Hiroya is young.

It is impossible to just sit idly by with such deep hatred.

"so what?"

"Whatever you gain, you will lose. It has been the same principle since ancient times. What you want to gain must be lost. In order to gain the supreme power, I am willing to give up everything I have now, whether it is a bright political career or a family. Love, I am willing to give up for power."

"Isn't this also the idea that your politicians have always implemented. In order to achieve your goals, you can use any means. I was born in a political family since I was a child, and the thoughts I have been indoctrinated have always been like this. This world is extremely cruel. Even with the restrictions of civilization, it is just throwing away Except for the law of the jungle of primitive and barbaric civilization, this world has always only cared about the result. No one cares how much effort you put in for her. If you fail, you fail. There are so many reasons. I have no scruples whether it is primitive or civilized to achieve my ends by means or means."

"Mr. Kimura's strength, I think you, Ichiro Nakai, know that if you can truly hold the authority of power like him, then you will truly stand at the top of the pyramid!" Ichiro Nakai said casually.

He knew from beginning to end why his father fell into a coma and fell into such a half-dead situation.

even.

All of this has his involvement.

But so what?

The so-called feelings are nothing but a weak means of emphasizing by the weak.

In this world of the jungle.

Only power is the eternal creed.

If you don't want to be devoured by others, you have to be one step ahead of others and devour them completely.

"You're such a lunatic!" Nakai Ichiro's voice trembled.

before this.

In his impression.

Saito Hiroya has always been a calm and low-key young man.

And the more such people are, the more likely they are to thrive in the political world.

If you are too sharp, you will always only hurt yourself in the end.

Only by learning to hide clumsiness can we go all the way to the end.

The same is true of Ichiro Nakai.

He was a nobody.

After entering the political world, he is still restrained and only strikes with thunderous means at the most critical time.

If you don't sing, you are done.

Blockbuster.

After successfully becoming the prime minister.

Nakai Ichiro had to admit that he was lost in this sea of ​​rights.

Stand in this position.

Looking down from a high place.

Over time.

You will forget your past.

Immersed in desire for power.

lost.

perhaps.

Kimura is his retribution.

Nakai Ichiro stared at Saito Hiroya who looked indifferent in front of him.

This guy is really a madman.

In order to pursue power, I have completely eliminated my own self, and everything is only for the purpose of gaining power.

for him.

Apart from strength, maybe there is nothing worthy of his nostalgia.

"As you are, what can you do if you hold the power of the entire country in your hands? Don't you have to bow down to Mr. Kimura and be willing to be a puppet for him to drive."

"Has your life ever really belonged to you? It's just a speck of dust that can be wiped away in the hands of others."

"Just like me now."

"It's easy to kill you."

"And I will not be wanted or threatened by anyone."

"Even if you are the Prime Minister who is now aloof."

Saito Hiroya said.

Strength is especially important.

The strong are respected.

What virtue and ability does an ordinary person have to hold on to this supreme position.

"Kill me." Nakai Ichiro didn't pray anymore.

face death.

He was unprecedentedly calm.

Once upon a time.

Nakai Ichiro has humbled his figure to the dust in order to survive.

To live.

He had left behind all dignity as a human being.

Now he still has to be humiliated by such a junior.

All these years he has been preparing how to escape the country.

He knows that beyond the borders is the borders.

From the moment he was bound to Kimura, Nakai Ichiro knew that he would die one day.

It is impossible for him to sit in the position of prime minister all the time.

And once it loses its use value.

All that awaits him is death.

therefore.

He has spent thousands of days and nights planning how to escape the country for years.

Escape from Kimura's control.

Now the disaster is coming ahead of schedule.

Nakai Ichiro has no choice but to retreat.

The only thing to do is to die with the last dignity.

He is tired of this life.

"Kill me."

Nakai Ichiro said again.

The fear is still there.

But it is completely different from the mountain roar and tsunami before.

(End of this chapter)