Hong Kong black flower

This small hotel building is not very tall, it only has five floors.But Joe Hagizawa noticed that they didn't mean to take him to the top floor, but pressed the elevator button to the third floor.

The third floor is an intermediate floor. No matter whether the enemy is attacking from the top of the building or from the bottom of the building, there is a short but sufficient reaction time for the third floor.

The third floor is coming soon.

When the elevator door opened, Hagizawa Joe was only a little slower in lifting his foot, but was pushed impatiently by the person behind him, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground, but fortunately he stood still in time.

How rude.

He silently gave a bad review in his heart.

Outside the elevator were two carpeted corridors, one on the left and one on the right, and the staff led him to the left one.

During this period, the three people around him didn't let him look left and right at all. As long as his head was slightly tilted to the side, the person behind him would push his back with the muzzle of a gun, which was full of threats.

Even so, from the beginning to the end, Hagizawa made no trace of fear on his face. It didn't look like he was being held hostage, but he was walking in his own garden, relaxed and at ease.

They came to a room in the middle of the corridor and knocked on the door.

From the outside, this room looks just like the other rooms around it, and it is extremely inconspicuous.If their boss is in this room, he is really a thoughtful guy.From choosing a floor to choosing a room, it's all about catching people's minds.

No one answered the knock on the door, only two beeps were heard, and the electronic lock was unlocked.

The leader stepped forward and pushed the door open.

This is a room without a window. The original arrangement of an ordinary couple's room was removed and changed into a small office.

There is a person sitting behind the solid wood desk, his face is completely blocked by the large computer screen, only a fluffy white hat can be seen on his head.

There is a chair in front of the desk, and it is self-evident who it is for.

Hearing the sound of entering the door, the man moved the boss chair and leaned out from behind the computer screen. When he saw Joe Hagizawa, the smile on his mouth deepened, and he greeted him: "Fyodor Dostoevsky , first time meeting, please take care of me—"

It was a man between a teenager and a young man, with black hair and purple eyes.

Even though it was summer outside, he was still wearing a hat that looked very warm on his head, wrapped tightly around his body, and had a long cloak on his body, as if he was a little chilly.His skin was a little unhealthy pale, and he looked not in good health.

He waved his hand and signaled to escort Hagizawa to let the three who came out.

The three bowed respectfully, closed the door and left.

"It's our first time meeting." Joe Hagizawa walked to the chair opposite him and sat down, "Joe Hagizawa, please take care of me."

Dostoevsky froze for a moment when he heard his self-introduction, and then said to himself as if suddenly enlightened: "Hagizawa...so that's the case... no wonder I haven't heard of your existence before..."

Hagizawa let out an "ah", opened his eyes slightly, and looked surprised: "The government also has people from you?"

"It's just some small means, nothing to worry about." Dostoevsky looked at him with a smile.

Hagizawa Joe read something from his words, and gave a short laugh, "Well, then I think highly of you?"

Dostoevsky just laughed and didn't respond.

Hagizawa asked again: "Did you have fun in Yokohama?"

"Well, happy." Dostoyevsky crossed his fingers and leaned on the table, "Surprises come one after another, I can't stand it, it's so pleasant~"

"Really?" Hagizawa said in a soft voice, as soft as a cloud in the sky, "I am not ashamed to call myself the host. As the host, I should be happy if the guests are having fun. But also as the host, the guests are not very conservative. According to the rules, I'm not happy either."

Dostoevsky laughed twice, "What a surprise, that man's son would say such a thing."

Seeing that the person on the other side did not speak, Dostoevsky continued unhurriedly: "Is it because the dragon found the treasure, so it encloses the place where the treasure is located as its own territory?"

Hagizawa couldn't help laughing, "No, it's not a dragon, it's just a ferocious wild dog that can jump up and bite people at any time, and the kind that won't let go until it bites its throat."

"This is really... this is really..." Dostoevsky opened his eyes in a daze.

"This is really great, isn't it!" He raised his voice suddenly, and the corners of his mouth could not be restrained, and he was so excited that he could even see his pupils quivering slightly, as if he was really happy about it.

But in the next second, the smile on his face disappeared, and the excited look disappeared instantly like a phantom in the mist.

"Unfortunately……"

His eyelids drooped slightly, and he suppressed the light and shadow in his pupils. He said in a low voice, with a sullen expression, "It's a pity...you've already been put on a dog leash."

"What are you talking about~" Hagizawa didn't feel offended at all, and even showed him a sweet smile that is usually necessary to be a good boy, "Don't confuse me with you guys, I'm a good boy."

"Also..." Hagizawa put away his smile and tilted his head to look at him, his eyes were dull, like a black mist that couldn't be melted, or a thick black mud that was about to burst out of his eyes.

"Mouses that can't see the light should hide in the dark sewer well, and don't jump around under the eyes of the hungry wild dogs."

"Ha ha……"

Dostoevsky smiled softly, and the light came obliquely from behind him. His face, and those purple-red eyes, were just separated by the dividing line intertwined with light and shadow, half of which was bright light, Half is the darkness of chaos.

But in fact, he himself is inseparable. He walks in the narrow and disorderly gray area between light and darkness. The people dragged into the muddy swamp, and the people in the dark were cut open and spread out under the sun.

[Look, what a kind person I am, bringing endless darkness to those who are curious about the underground world, and ushering in fiery light to those who yearn for the sun...]

Even if he has caused irreparable consequences for the parties involved, he will not feel that he is a sinner. On the contrary, he will even firmly believe that what he brings to them is salvation, a salvation from endless suffering.

A guy who was born to be evil through and through.

Why is he interested in Guochang Lu Jingyan?What is his intention in coming to Yokohama?

Joe Hagizawa concealed his doubts, shook his legs like an ordinary child, and mentioned in a casual chat: "The wild dogs are unruly, and those who can't control the dog chain will be bitten to death by him."

"For example, did you meet that woman at the airport three months ago?" Dostoevsky rested his face in one hand, recalling, "She was your father's deputy for a while, and she When he disappeared for seven years, he reappeared in front of everyone. Before that, his deputy seemed to be called...um...what is it?"

Hagizawa reminded him gently: "Hagizawa."

"Ah, yes!" Dostoevsky clenched his fist with one hand and tapped on his palm, "Oh, actually, I should have discovered this a long time ago... This way I won't miss you for so long."

Hagizawa looked at him strangely: "You know what? Your tone is a bit like a mistress who took away her child after being scumbag by my father."

Dostoevsky hissed, "Even though I know I'm joking, such a metaphor still makes my hair stand on end."

Hagizawa Joe also looked regretful: "I think so too."

Then he said with emotion: "You intelligence dealer knows quite a lot."

Dostoevsky still said modestly: "It's a small trick, it's nothing to worry about."

Hagizawa Joe: "It has been several months since the dragon head protest ended. Is it because of him that you haven't taken your attention away from Yokohama? But unfortunately, he is dead."

Dostoevsky said sincerely and piously: "No, we should be happy for him, because he is finally freed from this sinful world."

Hagizawa Joe: "Yes, I am really happy for him, but the reason is a little different from yours."

Believers, a sinful world, deliverance...

That's it!

Hagizawa suddenly realized.

I can't tell that this guy still wants to be an executioner who picks up a knife to "help the world"...

Dostoevsky: "What are you thinking?"

Hagizawa Joe: "What are you thinking?"

Dostoevsky: "Are you thinking what I am thinking?"

Hagizawa Joe: "Are you thinking about what I'm thinking too?"

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other and smiled, that's all.

the other side.

The young boss didn't care about the sudden appearance of the stalker, but Masahiro Miura couldn't help but care.

He was very careful when he left Hagizawajo's house, he walked around the neighborhood a few times, and stopped at a certain place from time to time, which took a lot of time.

However, during this period, he did not find that the car was being followed.

So he drove back to the Hong Kong and Black Office building - although Hagizawa said that he had already left work, he thought he could not leave work at this time.

He reported this matter to Mori Ogai, but the strange thing is that even Mori Ogai didn't take it seriously like Hagizawa Joe after listening to his report.

"Let Jun tell you that you are off work?"

Masahiro Miura was about to express his determination to his boss that "how can his subordinates get off work if the boss doesn't leave work", but he saw Mori Ogai waving his hand like a fly, "Then hurry up and get off work, it's a rare vacation."

Masahiro Miura: ...? ? ?Are you still that unscrupulous boss who wants to squeeze even child labor? ? ?

Obviously, without Masahiro Miura's knowledge, he had been misled by his boss.How dare he speak ill of their big boss before?It's impossible even if you just mutter in your heart!

Mori Ogai glanced up at him, "Is there anything else? Or...you can't wait to take on more work?"

Miura Masahiro came back to his senses, and immediately shook his head wildly like a rattle drum, "I'm sorry to bother you, this subordinate will leave!"

Seeing Miura Masahiro fleeing the chief's office in three steps and two steps, Mori Ogai shook his head, "Sure enough, it's the same as what Hirotsu said, his personality is a little bit out of character...but it's better to be lively, so that you can stand up to let Jun Toss."

Miura Masahiro drove away from the Hong Kong and Black Office building, and passed an inconspicuous taxi on Factory Avenue.

The two vehicles were driving in the opposite direction for a distance of less than ten meters. A large truck full of goods suddenly lost control, the tires slipped, and the vehicle body flew obliquely from the driveway, smashing two adjacent bridges on the sidewalk. telephone pole!

The taxi, which had no time to brake, crashed into the truck compartment, and the front of the car was dented in an instant!Coincidentally, one of the utility poles that fell hit the rear windshield of the taxi.

The ear-piercing sound of tires rubbing violently against the ground was intertwined with the screams of pedestrians. Masahiro Miura's eyelids twitched suddenly when he saw this scene from the outside rearview mirror, and an ominous premonition suddenly surfaced.

Factory Boulevard is so close to the Hong Kong Gangster Office Building, and it is also tacitly understood by the underground world that it belongs to the sphere of influence of the Port Mafia. This car accident that happened right under his nose, whether it was an accident or a man-made event, has to be figured out. Just be clear.

Thinking of this, Masahiro Miura quickly parked the car on the side of the road and ran towards the center of the accident.

However, when he approached the taxi that had been knocked out of its original shape, and saw the familiar back of the head through the broken windshield of the car, his heart suddenly jumped, and then he fell heavily.

The seriousness on his face was immediately replaced by panic, he threw himself at the back door of the taxi, smashed the glass window that was cracked like a spider web, and reached in with his backhand to open the locked door——

The boy who had talked to him not long ago had his eyes closed, and he lay motionless on the back seat with his crooked body. Large and small pieces of broken glass were scattered around his body. Blood was gurgling from his head and neck. Dyed red.

"Mr. Hagizawa!!!"

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