Chapter 503 New Century

Continuous raindrops slowly fell from the sky. Just when they were about to wet the newspaper in the middle-aged man's hand, a black umbrella suddenly opened, covering the man and the newspaper. In an instant, raindrops fell from the sky. , the gray-white sky suddenly turned pitch black, and the pouring rain stirred up mist in the corner of the sky, as if someone had opened a faucet, annihilating everything that could be seen in front of him.

"Police officer Miyamoto, if you read the newspaper on a rainy day and don't pay attention, not only will you easily become a drowned rat, but you may also have some unexpected accidents." The tall young man holding an umbrella for the middle-aged man raised his lips slightly. Qiao, holding a black umbrella in one hand and a cigarette in the other, blowing out a round smoke ring from his mouth.

Newspaper headlines——

On November 2, 1991, His Excellency Ryutaro Hashimoto, Minister of Finance and Director of the Financial Services Agency, personally established a financial inspection team to prepare for a thorough investigation of recent illegal underground transactions in rubles. The team members include three prosecutors from the Tokyo District Prosecutors' Office, The information of three prosecutors from the Financial Services Agency, three officials from the Ministry of Finance, and nine specially dispatched inspectors were directly disclosed. The following is the list of members.

Kitahara Sosuke saw Fujiwara Norika's name. Is this girl already doing so well in the Financial Services Agency without knowing it?

"Is it your fault again?" Miyamoto Twelve sneered while holding a cigarette in his mouth, "It's November and the end of the year is approaching. Can't we, the poor police officers, be allowed to relax for a while?"

An inspection team was dispatched. The scope of this operation covered six major cities including Tokyo. There were only nine inspectors in total. The manpower was severely insufficient, so the full cooperation of local police officers was naturally required.

Miyamoto Twelve, who returned from a successful internship at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, was transferred to the Osaka Police Headquarters Criminal Division Chief. Following him back was Irie Masaru, who saw people begging for protection money and fighting with people on the streets of Osaka in the past. The gangster became his colleague, Miyamoto Twelve felt completely uncomfortable.

Japan is a country with serious class divisions, and the social order is clearly defined. Cats are cats and mice are mice. Although characters such as prosecutors are not as powerful as those in the country next door, they are not characters that can be provoked by extreme gangsters.

In the past, a hundred people entering the river would kneel down in front of him, but now

Miyamoto Twelve had a headache when he thought about the manpower of Kitahara who did not distinguish between black and white.

From the first time he met Kitahara Sosuke, he knew that there was no black and white in this young man's eyes. He only saw interests, interests, interests.

After Tamayama Hide's death, the last light left in Miyamoto Twelve's heart also dimmed. He didn't want to admit Kitahara Sosuke's bullshit theory of "victory is justice", and he was not willing to be a guy at the mercy of others at the bottom. , and finally died in an unknown manner like Yu Shanxiu.

So he resolutely joined the Beiyuan Group.

But deep down in my heart, I always reject this group.

Therefore, every time the two of them meet, it's not like meeting old friends at all. There are no greetings, and there are quite a few sarcastic remarks about each other.

"Is Police Inspector Miyamoto asking about Inspector Fujiwara's affairs, or about the illegal underground ruble trade?" Kitahara Sosuke whistled, deliberately teasing him. This guy was so serious that he wanted to expose him every time. The mask on the face.

"Inspector Fujiwara, I really didn't expect that the little girl who followed you a year or two ago has now become a famous prosecutor." Looking at the familiar face in the newspaper, Miyamoto Twelve sighed, " You know, I mean the ruble thing."

"Yes, the little police officer who originally wanted to catch me and put me in jail has become a big police officer now." Kitahara Sosuke did not forget to continue to ridicule him before answering the question, "What happened to the rubles? Those Underground organizations illegally trade rubles. As a good citizen, I report it. Is there any problem with this? In a short time, the ruble will be no better than toilet paper. Now that underground trading is allowed, who will fill the vacancy after that? Fill in?”

"Are you going to use the national treasury that has no money at all, the Bank of Japan that can't protect itself, or the private pockets of the six major financial groups? Or are you planning to let me, Kitahara Sosuke, suffer the loss?" Kitahara Sosuke's face gradually changed as he spoke. cold.

"You are really planning to kill the enemy." Miyamoto Twelve smacked his tongue. When he heard Kitahara Sosuke's words, "The ruble has fallen no better than toilet paper," his heart trembled, and he felt an inexplicable familiarity. flooded my mind.

"But you also understand that the real mastermind behind those underground trading organizations is the Sumitomo Consortium. How can you stop it? If you kill one, ten more will come out immediately. Their hands and eyes are very good. Not to mention the Metropolitan Police Department, even if you have penetrated the deepest The Osaka Police Headquarters is also full of Sumitomo’s eyes.”

Miyamoto Twelve originally didn’t want to talk to him more about this, but after all

"Aosuke. You can't stop this hole. They are going to spread the ruble to the entire financial world. How can you stop it? Do you rely on my few police officers or your Kitahara manpower and a group of yakuza? Stop it, otherwise, you will commit a crime. People who are angry will not end well."

"Why should I block this hole? With that kind of digestion ability, is it possible that the hundreds of billions of rubles that Sumitomo Bank has eaten will be emptied? I feel that it is enough to remove 10% of the inventory."

Kitahara Sosuke shrugged.

"And the more widespread the better, I don't care."

"Then what are you doing?" Miyamoto Twelve was a little confused. He didn't understand finance, but it was obviously Kitahara Sosuke who pushed Hashimoto Ryutaro to do this. He knew that nothing would happen to the Sumitomo Foundation because of this. The bigger the matter becomes, the more difficult it will be to reconcile the conflicts between the two parties.

High-end war, just like social interaction in the upper class, pays attention to one word, there is back and forth.

Balance is the real art.

And Kitahara Sosuke's behavior was like a reckless man who accidentally entered an art exhibition. He smashed and looted everything he saw, without giving those artists any room.

He is a wolf, a bastard, a devil, and the most hated enemy of those people.

But a lone wolf has no partners.

"You will understand later. In short, it is a good thing to let you participate. I won't trick you." Kitahara Sosuke called him to go to the luxury car in the back, "Follow me to a place first."

"Where? If you don't tell me, I will"

Miyamoto Twelve's protest was ignored by Kitahara Sosuke.

The two of them pulled together and got into the car. Kazuyo Kitahara, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had rosy cheeks. Since being moisturized, her body and mind had become different. Nino Kitahara, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was observing her sister's expression. , thoughtfully.

The two got into the car, and Miyamoto Twelve found Irie Masa and Yamada Kazuma still sitting in the back seat.

An old acquaintance.

Now that the three of them were wrapping themselves up, Miyamoto Twelve sighed helplessly and had no choice but to follow them to an unknown destination.

The black Mercedes-Benz moved forward and arrived at a remote cemetery in Tokyo.