The man in Conan is the mastermind behind the scenes

"He is Watanuki Tatsuzo."

Can't bear to disappear.

Xiaolan looked at Yingsheng who spoke, and Yingsheng handed her a blue folder. Xiaolan opened it and only flipped through two pages, and anger suddenly rose in her eyes.

This document is a record of the major events of this Mudonghui branch in the past three years. In the eyes of Yakuza, it may be regarded as outstanding achievements, but in the eyes of Xiaolan, no, in the eyes of anyone with a sense of justice.

That is so full of crimes that it is difficult to describe them!

If Xiaolan had been hesitant about the legitimacy of her action before, then after seeing this document, all hesitations disappeared.

"In order to fight for power, this guy even killed the cadres of his own organization and buried them in the deep mountains and woods. It even became a filming location for a TV station. It became very popular. It was really disgusting. I almost went there once It’s a date.”

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment and quickly flipped through the pages, "Do you even write this in the Chronicle of Events?"

Yingsheng raised the notebook in his hand and said, "He actually writes a diary and puts bookmarks on it. He is probably quite proud of it."

"..."

Xiaolan was speechless and turned her head to look at Watanuki Tatsuzo. This Yakuza figure who made her feel ferocious and violent an hour ago has now completely reduced to a buffoon.

Watanuki Chenzo trembled all over and raised his head, with a greasy and disgusting flattery on his old face.

"Sir, as long as..."

Bang!

Chapter 32 Professional Floor Washing in Winery

Boom!

Dong Dong...

Watanuki Chensan's head was kicked against the wall, and he slowly slid down and passed out.

Yingsheng was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he pulled back his feet and looked at Xiaolan: "There is a safe on the seventh floor. I can't open it. Watanuki Chenzo said that he didn't have the key either. Please, I'm here. Wait for you."

Xiaolan nodded and took the elevator upstairs.

Yingsheng rolled over Watanuki Chenzo's body with his toes, kicked his throat to pieces, stuffed a pistol into his hand, put his finger on the trigger, and turned him back.

The people in the finance office were huddled in a corner of the office, unable to see the side blocked by the wall.

Yingsheng walked to the door, glanced at them, drew his gun, and spoke calmly amidst their fear and trembling.

"Come over and bring up the recent business information. I want to keep it as evidence."

There was a commotion in the crowd, and a middle-aged woman wearing thick-soled glasses was pushed out and walked tremblingly to a computer to operate.

Yingsheng walked over to look at the latest business record.

Okay, it's ten o'clock this morning.

Yingsheng has tested the efficiency of this loan shark twice, but he is quite satisfied without any accidents.

In the final analysis, Japan’s progress in informatization office is too slow.

Moreover, this is still a grass-roots team reorganized by the Ji Dao, and the top manager is an outdated old man.

"Where is the archives?" Yingsheng asked.

The middle-aged woman's body trembled, but the matter had come to this, so of course she would not resist any longer. After the computer here displayed the reading of the data export, she quickly stood up and led the way.

There was an erratic siren outside the window, and Yingsheng looked at the pile of lambs with twinkling eyes in the corner.

"My personal suggestion is that you'd better stay and surrender, otherwise the police will arrest you one by one based on the list, and the sentences you'll receive will probably be harsher."

After saying this, he turned around and headed to the archives room.

Two minutes later, Yingsheng returned to the office alone. Only one person in the group walked to the door hesitantly, and immediately shrank back when he saw Yingsheng returning.

Yingsheng nodded with satisfaction: "You have made the right choice. If you confess, you will be given leniency. Accomplices generally will not be given harsh sentences."

When those people heard this, they felt relieved again.

The sirens were getting closer and closer, but they didn't even have the thought to act.

Since one would succumb to the Yakuza and engage in illegal business because of violence, it seems natural to succumb to the iron fist of justice now.

"Ah-bang!!!"

There was another loud shout from Xiaolan and a loud bang in the earphones, creak, creak, creak! There was already an overwhelming sound of metal twisting from the heavy safe.

"Alice, I suddenly thought, wouldn't it be a good idea for us to open the safe?"

"Ah?"

Xiaolan's next side kick was in the air, and she was about to shoot. You said forget it. What kind of trouble are you going to make?

Yingsheng smiled and said: "Just think that I just got into playing a decryption game, and subconsciously wanted to get to the bottom of it.

But think about it carefully, our purpose is just to uncover the evil here and let the police bring them to justice. The evidence is enough now, isn't it?

If the safe is opened, the police will probably suspect that we took something, which is inconsistent with our original intention. We are not here for the money. "

Xiaolan suddenly realized: "It makes sense, I'll come down right away."

"The police will be here soon. Take the stairs. When you are sure, jump off the building and retreat. It is best not to be seen by them to avoid misunderstanding."

"clear!"

The data on the computer had been exported. Yingsheng took off the USB flash drive, walked to the door, threw the pistol at the group of people in the corner, and closed the door.

"Goodbye, everyone."

Snapped--

Pat-ta-ta-ta-

The pistol fell on the floor and kept rolling. Some people in the group had eyes bright, but no one stepped forward to pick up the gun. Instead, they all avoided it for fear of being missed.

Just because the sirens have arrived below the office building.

Now go pick up the gun, what do you want to do?

I want to sit in jail for you!

However, a minute later, they suddenly realized that something seemed amiss.

Why was it a man in black who pushed the door open?

At the door, the sturdy man wore sunglasses even at night, and with the black hat and the sneer on his lips, he really didn't look like a plainclothes policeman.

More like another existence they were familiar with.

Jidao!

The man raised his pistol, pointed it at the person in front of the crowd, and grinned.

"Pick up the pistol on the ground."

"!!!"

It was confirmed, it was the Jidao!

The man who was targeted was terrified, and tremblingly picked up the gun, and heard:

"Shoot me."

His hands trembled, and the pistol almost fell to the ground, but under the indescribable great power, he finally raised his hands tremblingly.

Huh-huh-huh-

Calm down, calm down!

Think about what the movie said?

Three points in a straight line, keep your hands steady!

No matter what the guy on the other side wants to do, as long as he is shot, the situation will be reversed!

Very good, very good!

The other side has not moved and has clearly appeared in the bull's eye.

Now!

Bang! ! !

You deserve it! You asked for it!

The corners of the man's mouth almost stretched to his ears, revealing an almost crazy laugh, and the cold sweat on his forehead has turned into a waterfall, washing his face beyond recognition.

The wood shards splashed, bringing a slight numbness to the temple.

Vodka never cast a glance at the door frame that was accurately hit, but just slightly grinned.

"What a pity."

Bang!

He pulled the trigger.

Puff!

Blood and brain matter spurted out together, and the smile on the man's face suddenly froze, and he slowly fell to the ground.

The slightly incomprehensible reality brought a brain crash. Vodka waited for at least three seconds before the terrified woman screamed.

If it was a normal conflict between the Yakuza, what should we do now?

He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and turned back.

Click!

A rather perceptive peripheral member came over and lit it for him.

Vodka took a puff and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"The police usually don't intervene directly in conflicts between the Yakuza, they only clean up the mess afterwards, you have a lot of time. But this time the situation is special, half an hour, then a little fight with the police, two people will die, understand?"

"Understood! Sir!"

The peripheral member looked impatient, and his eyes kept sneaking into the office.

Vodka waved his hand in disdain.

"Get lost."

As soon as he let go of the way, several peripheral members with grim smiles on their faces rushed in.

After smoking a cigarette outside the door, Vodka threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it, ignoring all the noise in his ears, walked to the desks to check the computers, and finally stopped at the one that Yingsheng had used before, sat down, and copied the data.

After the copying, Vodka went to the office on the seventh floor. When he saw the shaky safe on the wall, a look of surprise finally flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, the safe is still there!"

"Hehe, open it and have a look."

Vodka hurried forward, but he tried his best to open the safe that seemed to be on its last legs. He could only report the truth to his brother, who called him a waste. Then he turned on the flashlight in frustration and looked through the gap between his two fingers.

"There are two big boxes, two large bundles of banknotes, a stack of documents, and nothing else."

The other side of the communication was silent for a few seconds, "Look carefully, are there any broken cable ties in the box and on the ground?"

Vodka searched for a moment: "There are two cable ties on the ground, the kind used to tie money, and... an unfired bullet, and a few pearls."

"How is the pearl?"

"Uh... quite small."

Chapter 33 Evil is always bright and beautiful

Bullets, pearls, and banknotes with cut cable ties are all small objects that are large enough to pass through the gap left by the deformation of the safe.

Gin immediately came to a conclusion.

Mizuki Hotaru probably didn't have any specific intentions. He just vented his violence and took some light spoils.

He had no interest in even looking at the wooden box and documents that might be more valuable.