Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

The next morning.

After waking up, the two rushed to the port mafia headquarters after washing and changing clothes as usual to participate in the newcomer training.After all, the training lasted for a month, and involved most of the general knowledge of the mafia and the learning of various practical skills.

However, when he was about to reach the downstairs of the headquarters building, Takeuchi Chiharu remembered that he had forgotten his mobile phone.

Taketori Che: "Then go and get it!"

As we all know, mobile phones are the life of modern young people. Without mobile phones, half of life will be lost.

"Okay! Huili-chan, please help me get these things!" Takeuchi quickly turned around and ran away, throwing the bag in his hand to her temporarily before leaving, "If you are in a hurry to eat, go to the cafeteria first!"

Seeing the figure running away from the other party, Taketori Che sighed, how could she have the money to go to the cafeteria to eat... Didn't she deliberately gain friendship with the person just to get the young lady's meal?

That being the case, just wait.

However, after a short wait, a shiny black Lincoln stopped in front of her with a bang.The license plate number is still very auspicious, and it will be expensive at first glance.

Taketori Che blinked, feeling that this matter had nothing to do with him, so he simply obediently waited for Miss Fan Piao to come back.

However, a burly black suit with a beard got out of the car, and while throwing the car keys over, he yelled at her: "Here, the car you want to use! Go deliver things now!"

Taketori Che was stunned at the time: "What? What's the gift? I don't need a car."

The other party: "Didn't you want to use the car? You called me to urge me! Hurry up, the adult is waiting to use it urgently... Otherwise, don't blame me for turning my face!"

Saying this, the person in front of him even lifted the hem of his suit jacket, revealing the gun holster on the belt underneath.

The mercenary girl is really innocent, this time it's not that she is looking for trouble, it's something that came to her.

In order to prevent being inexplicably shot by the senior mafia, she had no choice but to deal with this troublesome matter: "Okay."

I think back in Los Santos, the city of sin (Note 1), without a driver’s license, she was carried into the driving seat by the master. The eight-year-old girl touched the steering wheel for the first time in her life, and her Los Santos life started from then on. The road of no return for the god of cars!

...Yes, you read that right, this guy has been driving without a license since he was eight years old.

After taking the key, she jumped into the car without saying a word, and ran to pick up the man at the address given by the bearded man.At the same time, the girl took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Chiharu Takeuchi to ask her to go to class first and ask for leave for herself. She said that she was arrested by other mafia members and might not be able to go to today's shooting class...

Takeuchi didn't reply to the message immediately, so he probably hasn't returned to the eighth floor to find the phone.Taketori Che didn't care about her, anyway, he kicked the accelerator and let the black Lincoln sprint forward, almost scratching the roadside sign.

The bearded man standing on the side of the road frowned at the excessively aggressive driving, and suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

At this moment, he heard hurried footsteps and panting voices behind him, and when he turned around, he saw a computer engineer in casual clothes running out with a briefcase in his hands, speaking in a girlish voice, "Phew, I'm here, I'm here Alright, the urgent documents that Chuya’s cadres want... eh? Where’s the car?”

The bearded man looked at him in confusion: "What car?"

"Didn't you say that you need to send documents by car urgently?" The engineer was also confused, "I applied in advance."

"Wait, you want to use the car? Then what happened to that girl just now!"

Taketori Che, who was sitting in the car, heard the announcement in the car suddenly interrupted by a voice: "[Port] called [Lincoln No. 3], [Port] called [Lincoln No. 3], it was detected that an unknown person was Driving the vehicle, please indicate your identity and purpose, turn around and return immediately..."

"Clap."

Taketori Che turned off the inexplicable radio casually.

Oh, what port, what Lincoln 3, I don't understand!

While staring at the road, she used her fingers to select a station on the car radio-soon, a song "Ihatemyselfforlovingyou" won her favor in 88.

No way, the lively rhythm and American rock atmosphere give Taketori Che always a happy illusion of returning to the streets of Los Santos in the United States.

"Midnight gettin' up tight where are you?"

It's midnight, the vibe is right and where are you?

The sun was shining brightly on the road, and the long-lost joy of drag racing whizzed away in the fast speed of the black Lincoln.

The person Taketori Che wanted to pick up was Chuya Nakahara, and the place was at the entrance of his villa.

This person is one of the five cadres of the port mafia and the most trusted confidant of the new leader.He himself is fair and beautiful, likes to wear an old top hat, and has no shortcomings (in terms of appearance) except that he is a bit anxious about his height.

So when the red-haired cadre opened the car door in front of him while looking down at his mobile phone, a blast of rolling music came to his face.

This surprised Zhongyuan Zhong, after all, his subordinates in the past did not dare to play songs in the car so arrogantly in front of him... But since the song is still a classic, he can tolerate the driver's little things Just a hobby.

After all, he himself is not a vicious devil, at most he just steps on the assassin's head and runs through more than a dozen floors.

"John Jett?" After getting in the car, he lowered his head and continued to look at his phone, asking casually.

"That's right, the Central Plains cadres really have a level of appreciation!" Taketori Che turned around and gave him a compliment, "Where do you want to go?"

"Shanyueting Cuisine Club, hurry up. If you don't know, you can use the navigation to search."

"Understood, please fasten your seat belt."

Wear a seat belt?

People who knew him and his gravity ability would not say this sentence.

Therefore, Nakahara seemed to have heard a puzzling question, and immediately raised his head to look at Taketori Che's dark and fat passerby's face after the disguise, only to find that it was a new face.

"Why haven't I seen you before? Where's Asakura who was in charge of driving for me?"

Taketori Che didn't know anything about Asakura, so he had to lie casually: "Dead. I'm new here."

"Huh?!" Zhong also widened his beautiful cobalt blue eyes, unbelievable, "So suddenly? I was talking to him last night."

"The world is unpredictable, Central Plains cadre." Taketori Che hurriedly pretended to be a vicissitudes of life, and changed the subject, "Okay, please sit still!"

Boom boom boom!

The engine of the Lincoln car exploded with an astonishing roar, turning into black lightning and passing through the villa area all the way.

Curves, traffic lights, pedestrians, road facilities, blocking vehicles ahead... none of these are problems for Taketori Che!

In the noisy rock music, she was able to calm down, take a deep breath of air, and drive the vehicle to flick and drift in a dangerous and dangerous arc, or to slip through the gap between the two cars...

If we temporarily turn our attention to the navigation satellites hanging in the sky, we can find that this car is driving all the way in the streets and alleys, completely ignoring the red lights and various traffic rules, without slowing down at all!

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was sitting in the back row of the car, also had the blessing of supernatural powers. This small speed was not enough to make him dizzy and vomit. back view.

Well, yes, it's the speed he likes.

Without the blessing of gravity, the speed of the car can reach more than 200 kilometers per hour on the road without hurting pedestrians and road facilities, which is enough to show that it is a master.

What?Running a red light?In Yokohama, who dares to investigate the traffic violations of the port mafia?

It seems that the headquarters still chose a good newcomer for him this time.

I just want to ask back how Asakura died... Zhong also took out his mobile phone a little sadly and sent a message to the person who wrote "Asakura" in his address book, but he didn't expect the other party to reply, who knows that in 1 minute Later Asakura texted him back.

[Asakura: Chuya-sama, run away! ! ! 】

Central Plains Chuya:?

The dead man replied!Shock!

He felt that something was wrong, and was about to call to ask what was going on, but the phone received a message from another person.

Now he was completely distracted.

【Qingmao: Slug, remember to bring me a souvenir when you come back~】

The moment he saw this message, Chuya Nakahara's forehead popped up with blue veins.

A souvenir with your head!

He is going to negotiate business!Right in downtown Yokohama!Do you hot chicken leader think he went abroad for a while? !

Zhong Yuan Zhong also felt aggrieved, and asked casually, "That... what's your name?"

"Are you asking me?" Taketori Che replied while turning the steering wheel and making a sharp left turn, "My name is Harada Eri."

"Well, Harada, I have an important task for you now. After I will be sent to the mountain pavilion, you can go nearby and buy me some snacks."

Taketori Che:? ? ?

As one of the port mafia cadres, life is so down-to-earth?Also instructed his subordinates to help buy snacks? ?

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yuanzhong also looks like a human being. At first glance, he looks like a handsome man who does not eat fireworks, but he is so simple behind his back.

"No problem, do you have any designated snacks?"

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't pay much attention to this issue at all, anyway, it's not too much to feed that piece of garbage green mackerel with dog shit: "No, you can buy whatever you want, and you will be reimbursed by the financial department later."

Taketori Che's eyes were red when he heard this sentence, and he almost broke the steering wheel with his fingers.

— Eating and drinking at public expense!So jealous!This is...is this the unique privilege of Hong Kong black cadres!She got it!

Therefore, when sending her to the entrance of the high-end private dining hall in Shanyue Pavilion, Nakahara Nakaya asked her before getting out of the car: "Where's the stuff?"

Taketori Che bit the bullet and asked back: "Something... this?"

What she was carrying was the small bag on the passenger seat.

"Ah, is it so small?" Nakaya pressed the hat on his head irrelevantly, but hurried to a business meeting with someone, so he took the things and got out of the car and left.

Taketori Che looked at his back as he entered the door in a hurry, because she just remembered that wasn't Takeuchi's bag...

Forget it, slip away.

Speaking of which, what kind of snacks does a handsome man as cool as a Zhongyuan cadre like?

Taketori Che thought about this problem, and turned the car to the nearby import supermarket.

At the same time, in the independent box of the cooking booth, two rows of black suits sat on both sides, and the atmosphere was chilling and depressing.

The business object of this negotiation is from the United Kingdom, and it is a negotiation on some high-tech aspects.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took out...a well-packed liquid sanitary napkin from the bag with a serious face.

Everyone present: ?

Chuya, who was so embarrassed that he almost exploded on the spot:? ? ?

Wait, isn't this - a classified document!

Even the foreigner sitting across the negotiating table was surprised and asked his subordinates in English: "What's the situation?"

The subordinate part-time translator quickly explained with a smile: "Japanese humor, Japanese humor. Haha!"

The foreigner believed it, and was not angry: "Hahaha, I really listened to it because of Chusi."

Fortunately, at this time, the computer engineer of the port mafia finally arrived in another car with confidential documents on him, which prevented the situation from getting out of control again.

However, when Zhong Ye saw the driver escorting the engineer, he was taken aback again: "Asakura, aren't you dead!"

Asakura was stunned for a moment, and a middle-aged man suddenly became very wronged: "Even if you are the leader of Zhongye, you can't insult me ​​at will..."

"Damn!" Nakahara was so angry that his hat flipped off, but it wasn't to Asakura, but to the strange driver who was racing before, "The newcomer said you were dead?"

"Where does she know me, so I sent you a message to tell you to run away." Asakura replied pitifully, "Later we found out, that guy was a newcomer in the training period who didn't know the situation, and was killed by Maei when the vehicle was handed over. You misunderstood the target, and you actually went to work along the way."

Zhong didn't bother to complain about it, "I'll settle the score with you later."

He picked up the real confidential documents, turned around and went back to the box to discuss business.

In the end, after talking about business, he called Taketori Che to drive over in his car (one), and the mercenary girl quickly went online.

The red-haired young man angrily opened the car door, ready to beat someone up.

"Okay, you bastard...what's the smell, so smelly! And why are there mud spots on my car!"

"Oh, Central Plains cadre, I just went to the countryside to kill a Wagyu." Taketori Che said sincerely, "I think this Snowflake Wagyu with A4 meat quality is very suitable for you as a snack."

Chuya: ...

This kid must be mentally ill.

Of course, Taketori would never say that she actually embezzled ten catties of high-quality Wagyu.