Chapter 504: I’ve Written the Script and I’ll Let You Know

In Tokyo, where land is at a premium, cemeteries are extremely rare. Those who can be buried here after death are either rich or noble. Even on a day when it rains heavily, there are still many luxury cars lined up outside the cemetery, and people are entering in an orderly manner. Cemetery sweeps.

"Thank you for taking care of me during these days at the Metropolitan Police Department." Kitahara Sosuke glanced at Miyamoto Twelve with a smile, "Speaking of which, were you present at his wedding to Rei-chan?"

"I got a red envelope." Miyamoto Twelve replied stiffly.

"Miyamoto-san has always taken good care of me, thank you very much!" Irie expressed his gratitude sincerely. As a former Yakuza, he had always looked down on these superior police officers. In the 1990s, Japanese police officers were also very corrupt and incompetent. They would repeatedly bully the extremes like them. The two groups couldn't stand each other, and they had a cat-and-mouse relationship.

After joining this group, Irie was even more contemptuous of these bastards who had nothing to do with their bodies. If it weren't for Kitahara Sosuke, he might have resigned long ago and chosen to go into business with Yamada Kazuma.

Miyamoto Twelve is one of the few police officers he truly admires.

"It's just a normal work exchange." Miyamoto Twelve waved his hand and watched the wipers clean up the rainwater. The car slowly drove into the cemetery, and he became even more confused. "What on earth are we going to do?"

"You'll know when you get here." Kitahara Sosuke smiled mysteriously.

The luxury car slowly parked in the exclusive parking space. Kitahara Kazuha and Nino stayed in the car. As women, it was not convenient for them to participate in some occasions.

Irie Masa and Yamada Kazuma immediately got out of the car, each held an umbrella for Miyamoto Twelve and Kitahara Sosuke, and the four of them walked towards the depths of the cemetery one after the other.

When passing by familiar tombstones, Miyamoto Twelve couldn't help but straighten his back. There were many historical celebrities here, whom he admired very much.

The four of them soon arrived at the cemetery in the corner. Irie was slowly placing the tributes in his hands in front of the tombstone and paying homage respectfully. Kitahara Sosuke and Yamada Kazuma also bowed. After the worship, Kitahara Sosuke took out cigarette.

"I spent 30 million yen to help him buy this corner. If Yushan-san is still alive, he should be very grateful to me. After all, as a prosecutor, it is difficult for him to lie down after his death even if he is not the prosecutor general. Here." Kitahara Sosuke laughed, lit a cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring, "This is a cemetery for celebrities and a cemetery for rich people. In the final analysis, this world is still a world for the rich."

"The economic foundation determines the upper level foundation, I understand what you mean." Miyamoto Twelve looked at the large characters "Tomb of Prosecutor Tamayama Hide" on the tombstone, his face was calm, but the hand holding the cigarette was trembling slightly, "No I thought you would be lying here and never came to see you, Yushan Sang, long time no see."

This was the only colleague who really touched Miyamoto Twelve. That night, when he witnessed him being hit by a racecourse, Miyamoto Twelve's mind went blank.

He has been working in the industry for almost 20 years and has seen the sacrifices of many colleagues. But that time left him with a tight chest that he could never calm down.

He, Tamayama Hide, including Norika Fujiwara, who is now famous, and countless people are longing for justice and a glimmer of light in the darkness, but that time, Miyamoto Twelve truly realized it.

Little people cannot change big events.

No matter how hard they work, no matter how much they struggle, they are just a speck of dust under the rolling wheel of history.

Unprecedented frustration filled my heart.

Even so, Yushan Xiu went up and used his own life to ignite a seemingly insignificant light.

"My heart is full of guilt, so let's have a drink with him." Kitahara Sosuke stretched out his hand, and Irie handed over two jade cups filled with sake. He put one of them into Miyamoto Twelve's hands, and he Drink it all in one gulp.

Miyamoto Twelve felt uncomfortable. He raised his head and drank it all in one breath, remaining speechless.

"Do you know what Tamayama-san wanted to say before he died?" Kitahara Sosuke slowly placed the jade cup in his hand in front of the tombstone, squatted down, and wiped off the raindrops on the tombstone with his hands. "He wanted to say, Mr. Kitahara, There is true justice in this world, and I will prove it to you.”

Does it really exist?

Miyamoto Twelve’s face was full of bitterness.

"Miyamoto-san, do you still remember our first meeting?" Kitahara Sosuke flicked off the ash from his cigarette and turned to look at him.

"Of course I remember. That was when I received the news that Inoue Logistics President Inoue Hiko 'suicided'. I did not admit that it was a suicide." Miyamoto Twelve nodded.

Kitahara Sosuke laughed: "Yes, that was also the first case that led to your rapid rise to prominence. Although you always claim to have nothing to do with me, I have to say that Miyamoto-san's rapid rise is inseparable from me. A little unscrupulous businessman."

Miyamoto Twelve said nothing.

"Okay, let's talk about what you want me to do this time." Miyamoto Twelve felt that he was almost immune to Kitahara Sosuke's taunting routine. He knew that he was soft-hearted and not hard-line. Every time he came to ask for help, it was not a fight. The justice card is the emotion card. In short, even the former Prime Minister was fooled last time, and there is nothing he dare not do.

"Mr. Nishikochi Sawai, come out." Kitahara Sosuke clapped his hands, "Look, I will say that Miyamoto Police Officer is a trustworthy partner."

"Please forgive me for being cautious, Mr. Kitahara. You also know that in our line of work, the most fearful thing is cats like them." Nishikochi Sawai, wearing a black suit, walked out of the rain curtain behind him, and his younger brother beside him Holding the umbrella respectfully, you can see that he looks like a big shot in the Yakuza.

"Come on, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Nishiguchi Sawai, the current president of the Kanto United Association. This is the head of the Criminal Division of the Osaka Police Headquarters, Miyamoto Twelve Police Officer." Kitahara Sosuke smiled.

If he hadn't been the matchmaker between these two characters, their only chance to meet would probably be in prison or the police station.

"Kitahara Sosuke, what are you doing?" Miyamoto Twelve had bad thoughts in his heart.

"Miyamoto, I have always regarded you as one of my own." Kitahara Sosuke stopped smiling and said seriously, "This time, I don't want the Takeshita family and the Sumitomo Foundation to escape unscathed."

Miyamoto Twelve's heart skipped a beat, feeling like he was on a pirate ship.

It's still the kind that can't go down.

"The Takeshita family used the national granary to cash out their business and lost a lot of money. They converted all the money into rubles and then returned it to Japanese yen through Sumitomo Bank. At the same time, the Sumitomo Foundation used the pressure on underground clubs and financial institutions to open underground trading illegal organizations, hoping to make rubles Scattered in the financial world, do you know what the consequences are?"

"By the end of the year, Japan's economy will enter a complete cold winter! People are in dire straits and have nothing to live for. Prices are soaring, employment is difficult, the unemployment rate is skyrocketing, families are broken up, the suicide rate is rising, and people are not living like human beings!"

Kitahara Sosuke said word for word,

"As a related stakeholder, the Kanto United Society suffered extremely serious losses. Before disbanding the society, it wildly retaliated against the Sumitomo Foundation and the Takeshita family, causing a large number of casualties and bloodshed. The head of the Criminal Division of the Osaka Police Headquarters successfully destroyed a large number of underground illegal trading organizations, and at the same time personally The great chaos was quelled by arresting Nishikochi Sawai, the president of the Kanto United Society."

Kitahara Sosuke took out another cigarette, and Nishiguchi Sawai quickly ran over to light it for him.

"After this incident, Tokyo Mutual Bank cannot bear the responsibility for the financial crisis, freedom disintegrates, the Takeshita family and the Sumitomo Foundation suffer heavy losses, and the national granary is empty. How about something else? It's not important. You can upgrade to another level. It's gratifying. Congratulations."

"What about this script? As long as Police Miyamoto looks straight and turns a blind eye to the next actions of the Kanto Alliance, it will be fine."