Chapter 450 The Price of Blood

August 2, 1991.

The grand anti-gang and anti-evil operations launched in Tokyo have gradually come to an end. The police officers who were always visible in major game arcades and entertainment clubs have also disappeared. Excellent police officers recruited from all over the country have returned to their respective police stations. Can they The police officers involved in this operation have received more or less meritorious service.

After being promoted to the Police Department at the Metropolitan Police Department, Irie Masa's future is limitless. When he heard that his girlfriend resigned from Kitahara Investment, he thought it was Mr. Kitahara who had doubts about him. Until he learned that Korei Komura was entrusted to start Kitahara Novel Painting, he Only then did I feel at ease.

Since following Kitahara Sosuke, the three brothers have risen through the ranks. Yamada Kazuma controls Kitahara's manpower and is one of Kitahara Sosuke's most trusted cronies. He is already a police officer in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. When he was still a gangster, he had no ability at all. It is unimaginable that there will be such a day. Kikujiro, the youngest among the three but the most energetic, serves as the executive director of Kitahara Investment and manages some gray industries for Kitahara Sosuke.

Irie feels that the deeds of the three of them can also be made into a movie and broadcast. When the time comes, he will go to President Ishida Tadashi of Kitahara TV to see if this can be filmed.

I heard that Kitahara TV is currently busy filming a criminal detective drama called "Furuhata Jinsaburo". For this reason, they have visited the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department many times for filming. The protagonist's character is partly based on Kitahara Sosuke's good friend Miyamoto Twelve .

However, the police officer with a paralyzed face was very dissatisfied. He kept complaining that the protagonist in the play was a slovenly policeman who was afraid of a gun, saying how could he be the prototype?

Unfortunately, no matter how much you argue, it is useless. The scripts for the first few episodes of this drama were written by Sosuke Kitahara himself. He personally said that the protagonist's image was partly derived from his friend Miyamoto Twelve.

The latter is now vehemently denying even the fact that "I am a good friend of Kitahara Sosuke".

He said so, but when Tokyo was in turmoil and there was a problem with the Budokan concert, Irie saw Miyamoto Twelve who drove from a border county overnight to see Kitahara Sosuke's safety. After learning that Kitahara Sosuke was safe and sound, , he drove back quietly, and no one knew about it except Irie Masa, who accidentally bumped into him.

Miyamoto Twelve later called him and repeatedly asked him not to mention the matter to Kitahara Sosuke, so he remained silent.

What is not a close friend is clearly true love.

He complained in his heart.

Looking at the blue sky and the birds gliding by, Irie felt a little regretful.

I couldn't catch all the Ji Dao people in one fell swoop.

From the beginning, he knew that this was an attack arranged by Kitahara Sosuke to target the Kanto community, and the target was never Japan's Yakuza ecology.

But after a severe beating, when he saw with his own eyes how harmonious Tokyo was without the proliferation of Yakuza, Irie could not help but be filled with emotion.

Ten years ago, when he was a gangster, he only remembered the painful memories of his childhood. If he didn't hit others, he would be beaten. It was better to do evil than to be beaten.

Therefore, he resolutely joined the Yamaguchi-gumi and worked hard from scratch, grabbing land, selling goods, killing people, and living happily with the little girls. Even if he said that he had never done anything harmful to nature, he would not believe it.

Young and energetic, in the end he turned to Yamada Kazuma, a reliable big brother, and changed his thinking. Irie Masa knew that a gangster who was hacked to death and thrown into a smelly ditch on the roadside would be his final fate.

After getting used to this, when he started a new period of life and gradually got to know different social aspects, he gradually began to hate the past and the Yakuza.

The goal of a severe attack has long been ignored by him in the process.

Irie Masa has put in a lot of effort and done a lot of work, so he deserves a lot of credit this time. Needless to say, thanks to Kitahara Sosuke's favor, his own abilities have also been recognized by many superiors.

It would be great if we could really eliminate the Yakuza.

Unfortunately, chaos is what Mr. Kitahara is after.

After smoking his last cigarette, Irie stood up and returned to the Metropolitan Police headquarters.

I happened to bump into Shigeo Nishiguchi who had completed the final procedures.

After being repaired repeatedly in prison, Nishiguchi Shigeo looked depressed. His father, the unsmiling former chief Nishiguchi Sawai who kept running around for his son these days, stood aside. When he saw Irie Masa, he bowed ninety degrees.

Naturally, he didn't know Irie Masaru, but his obvious identity as a police officer and his young age were enough for him to understand that the police officer in front of him had an extraordinary background and was not someone he could afford to offend.

Shigeo Nishiguchi knows him!

That day when he broke into the dressing room, it was this young police officer who led the team and escorted him away.

"Ha, I didn't expect that I could come out." He looked at Irie Masa with a sneer, without bowing like his father.

"Shigeo, stop talking! If you don't want to go back right away." Nishikochi Sawai patted his son on the back.

Nishiguchi Shigeo clicked his tongue, reluctantly shut up, and bowed perfunctorily.

Let me spare your life for now.

They both had the same look in their eyes and the same words in their hearts.

Back in the car, Nishiguchi Shigeo impatiently asked for a cigarette: "Old man, how much did you spend this time?"

"Everything you earn."

"Hiss—you're crazy! What else did you promise him?"

"From now on, I will withdraw from Tokyo forever."

"???Old man! Are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease? If we withdraw from Tokyo, where should we go back? Back to that kind of thing."

"Snapped!"

"Shut up!"

Nishikochi Sawai slapped his son.

He has never beaten his son since the separation.

But this time, the rage was overwhelming.

Nishiguchi Shigeo was also stunned for a moment, then his face turned livid, and he reached out to grab the sword beside him, but in the end he held back and remained silent.

"If you don't want the Sumiyoshi family to be completely destroyed, don't mess with Kitahara Sosuke anymore!"

That night.

A black Mercedes-Benz drove into the Takeshita family's villa area.

Nishiguchi Shigeo and Hamanaka Taio sat together, each with their own agenda. The last transaction was originally very successful. Hamanaka Taio got in touch with the daughter of the Alpha Group and used Sumitomo Corporation's copper futures to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha. Nishiguchi Shigeo got a lot of money. A huge sum of money was spent to implement the assassination plan.

The only failure was that they all misjudged Kitahara Sosuke's strength and determination.

The latter rebounded strongly and shattered the entire Japanese Yakuza.

Now, the only hope of defeating Kitahara Sosuke is the current Takeshita family.

The Takeshita family, which just spent 28 trillion, has established a hard relationship with Mao Xiong. They will get generous rewards at the end of the year, and by then, the Kitahara clan will be in ruins.

They can all reap the benefits.

The Mercedes-Benz stopped.

Nishiguchi Shigeo was also a little nervous. He came here without telling his father this time. He wanted to purchase a batch of weapons from the Alpha Group through the connections of the Takeshita family.

It is difficult to obtain large quantities of weapons domestically, but the same cannot be said for foreign channels.

This time, Kitahara Sosuke will definitely pay the price with blood!