Tokyo, Japan.

On the top floor of a newly built five-star hotel near Tokyo Bay, Chekov was wearing briefs and leisurely laying on the balcony to watch the scenery, muttering: "Damn, the girls here are so satisfying."

Three white bodies lay across the carpet in the room. Chekov looked back and hummed proudly: "Damn, my ability is pretty good. Although I got two pills, I am still in good health. Why do the boss always say that I am in poor health?"

The door of the outer room was gently pushed open, and Chekov quickly walked out, took out a wrinkled stack of banknotes from his trousers, and smashed them to the waiter who came in secretly and said, "I'm looking for a good girl. I'll change it tonight... Hehe, you can do it."

The handsome waiter quickly stuffed the banknotes into his pocket. After a few words, he quickly closed the door, took out a bundle of short strips from his pocket and stuffed them to Chekov.

Chekov quickly took it and said to the waiter with a bit of gritting teeth: "Remember it to me. The marijuana you gave me yesterday is of impure texture. If the goods are still like this this time, I won't give you a tip, do you understand?"

The waiter quickly said, "Sir, I'm sorry, but the big guys here only sell this kind of goods, and we can't get it well. We don't know much about this. How is this marijuana considered good?" He asked Chekov hesitantly.

Chekov waved his hand quickly and said, "Forget it, forget it, get these three girls away... It's better than not, even if it's inferior goods... In Europe, I just find a hawker better than yesterday's goods... Is there anything good in Japan except for girls?"

The waiter nodded and said, "Yes, yes, sir, I'll take them away right away... Actually, we have a lot of good things here."

Chekov said disdainfully: "No matter how many good things you have, I am not interested in them. I only like wine, marijuana, women and banknotes... I am not interested in anything else, so you don't have to introduce your pride to me... Tell you, give me the best wine, the best marijuana, the best woman, and I can give you my banknotes, understand?"

Chekov was so arrogant outside that he was a little arrogant and smiled a little proudly.

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Early in the morning, Yi Chen ran out of the practice room. His recent progress was good. Yi Chen felt that his power had made great progress. Although he was still a little tender in the eyes of those monks who had practiced for hundreds of years, Yi Chen was confident that in this world, few people were their opponents. Of course, the targets did not include those from the Dark Controversy Group and those from the Holy See.

Sitting upright at the dining table, Yi Chen ordered: "Gor, provide me with information about all arms transactions that have been in and out of London by underground channels recently, and tell the managers that they have not fulfilled their obligations for a long time. Give them three days. I need detailed information, otherwise I will cut off contact with them, and they will get enough benefits..."

Gore nodded silently, first put a fried egg on the plate in front of Yi Chen, then sat down and tied a napkin.

Yi Chen cut a small piece of fried egg with a dining knife and put it into his mouth elegantly. He suddenly asked, "Kane, how are you in contact? Fabio is still waiting for Rome, but he can't wait for us to give him a definite good news."

Kane swallowed a piece of steak and nodded, "No problem, boss, Viron has promised to give us priority to license. I gave him one million dollars. This damn old vampire... However, our manpower is not enough to form a large security company... There are also problems with the funds. Fabio's money is just enough to buy land and build the first phase of the project."

Yi Chen said indifferently: "Funds? Look at the Times. His headline is: 'Crying England.' The proud British Empire lost more than 100 billion US dollars this time, and at least half of it entered the hands of Fatadio and the others. Our funds are extremely rich. Are there people, Mr. Kane." Yi Chen raised his voice.

Kane nodded and said, "I'm listening, boss."

Yi Chen smiled strangely: "Since you were once the leader of the 'Dark Devil' unit, you should be very familiar with other special forces, right? Well? The retired veterans must be unwilling to be lonely... German soldiers are reliable and loyal, and I admire them very much."

Kane said calmly: "The cost is very high."

Yi Chen put up a small piece of sausage and said, "Only high investment can you get high returns. Mr. Kane, people who make small fuss will never think of achieving great things."

Kane nodded: "I can try it, I can get about two hundred people...two hundred people, boss."

Yi Chen whispered: "Enough, two hundred special forces, plus your 'black demon', we can annex the gangster forces in the entire city of London."

Jester quickly raised his head: "Boss, you mean..."

Yi Chen glanced at him: "I didn't say anything, Jester, I didn't say anything... Yamaguchi's team wanted to open a branch in London City, so let them open it. They need a lot of arms, we can provide them with them, and give them a 20% discount. Our old friends will be happy to start this big business, anyway, the guns in their hands are almost rusted."

Feli frowned: "Boss, what do you want to do?"

Yi Chen smiled: "Baby, the game is just a game... Oh my God, this is a win-win situation."

Fei Li carefully calculated and painted with a diner, Bibi said: "I think, first, let the Yamaguchi Group and the gangsters in London be together; second, let us seize more territory; third..."

Kane said coldly: "Third, it's a bartender David."

Yi Chen smiled: "Yes, bastards are useful sometimes. At least, we don't have to deal with those we want to deal with."

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On a rainy night, the wind whistled past, and the stone road was smooth.

Four men in black windbreakers were walking quickly on the dim streets, paying attention to the surrounding scenery. Even the sound of flowing water in the river on the road made them stop cautiously and look around carefully.

Venice, the world-famous water city, exudes his unique charm at night, but these four men obviously did not come for sightseeing. They almost sneaked through the square in front of the city hall, walked to an alley, looked around carefully again, flashed in quickly, and hid in the shadows on the side of the road.

Time passed by minute by minute, and several drunken men walked out of a bar more than ten meters away, singing in a low voice. The four men waited for another four or five minutes, and then walked over with great strides after seeing that there were no guests in the bar.

The owner of the bar, a middle-aged man with a big beard and tall figure, but one eye blind, wiped a wine glass hard and said lightly: "We are closing the door, today is bad weather."

A man who was in the first place shook his windbreaker and let the attached water droplets splash on the ground. He stared at the boss and said in a weird tone: "One cup, one cup is enough... we only need one cup."

The boss stopped by wiping the wine glass, looked at the four men, and hummed and said, "Close the door, pull down the rolling gate, take off your windbreaker, Japanese?"

The four men did as he told him. The man who had just spoken took off his windbreaker and revealed a typical Asian face. On his thin face, two thin lips spit out a few words: "How do you know?"

The boss said bluntly: "Only Japanese people speak English so strangely... What kind of wine should I drink? First-class or second-class."

The man walked to the bar and whispered, "Extraordinary."

The boss looked at him, shook his head and said, "Just kidding."

The man licked his lips: "It's very suitable, and he wants them to take action. It's not a joke. Our boss has offered $100 million."

The boss stopped his hand, picked up a bottle of brandy, poured him a cup, looked at him carefully and said, "Are you telling the truth? Do you want them to take action?"

The man nodded: "Yes, they... heard that they have never missed it? No matter how difficult the task was, they had successfully completed it?"

The boss tsk a few times: "What is the mission? Who are you?"

The man laughed: "We tell you the task, but there is no need to ask about our identity, right?"

The boss shook his head and said, "At least, I have to tell me why you guarantee that you can pay 100 million US dollars. If the matter is completed and you don't pay the bill, I will be in trouble."

The man pondered for a moment, raised his eyes and said, "Our boss said we can make $100 million in advance to their account. If they fail, we believe in their credibility and return the money to us."

The boss smiled: "You boss is really willing to pay for it, but I like such generous bosses... they have never missed... what kind of task?"

The man leaned closer to the boss's ear and said in a voice that was almost sang in the insect: "Kill the leader of the Japanese Yamaguchi Group, Yamaguchi Ki."

The boss frowned tightly and glanced at the man tightly.

The man hurriedly said, "Do you think it's too difficult?"

The boss shook his head and said seriously: "I don't trust you."

The man was anxious: "Why?"

The boss snorted, continued to wipe the already clean wine glass, and whispered: "The leader of the Yamaguchi group is not worth the price. You are lying, my first-class wine here is already the best in the world. Kill someone, hum... Why do they need to take action? They are the most powerful killer combination in the underground world..."

The man explained: "We offer such a big price, so there are naturally our reasons... Believe us, things are not easy. If we hadn't heard that they had accomplished several incredible things, we wouldn't have come to you."

The boss nodded and said, "Okay, okay, if things succeed, I will have benefits... I have not had a task report that they are interested in for almost half a year. If you delay, I will be in trouble... You transfer the money into my designated bank account, and then I will submit the task... If they do not agree, I will return 95% of your money."

The man widened his eyes: "If you do nothing, what if you swallowed us 5 million in vain?"

The boss said indifferently: "This is the rule, and I, one-eyed Longweis, have my credibility. Humph, let it go if I refuse."

The man gritted his teeth and nodded and said, "Account... within three days, the money will be transferred."

The boss smiled: "Very good...be careful, don't try to find out who they are and where they are...I have served them for four years and have not yet understood their background, so I live a good life...you don't want to become dead, do you?"

The man shook his head, and did not touch the glass of wine, and quickly took the three of them out.

The boss held his elbows on the bar and nodded and whispered: "Japan? The leader of Yamaguchi Group? This should be an interesting task, right? However, they said that the murder task was not accepted, but it was finally a relatively difficult thing... it was an interesting thing. He did not explain the deadline, so it was an indefinite task..."

He shook his body and walked to the door, pulled down the rolling gate with one hand, muttering: "What a bad weather."

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Three days later, after breakfast, Phil drove to the near Tower of London. A man in a trench coat and a top hat quickly got into the car and whispered to Phil: "Oh my God, do you have to ask us to have an interview? The risk is too great."

Phil said calmly: "Risk? The boss never does anything that is risky. He asked you to go. There must be a reason. Mr. David, congratulations."

David opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Congratulations to me? Oh my God, I am worried every day now. Do you know? Your boss, he, he... Oh God, why did I offend him?"

Phil showed a 'simple' smile: "Mr. David, this is fate, you and our boss are destined to be."

One sentence made David's complaints blocked his throat, and he kept gasping for a while.

Phil said lightly: "What do you think is safe now? Telephone? Email? Didn't you cooperate with Americans and establish a monitoring center that can monitor 90% of the world's telephone communications? The boss will not feel at ease."

David shook his head and sighed.

Yi Chen sat at the dining table, quietly tasting the beer that had just come out of the boiler and was a little warm, and said with a tsk sound: "Mr. David, you can try this, it tastes very good."

David looked at Yi Chen bitterly and shook his head and said, "Mr. Yi, what are your instructions? Please hurry up, we have an important meeting in the morning. The new boss is about to take office, and we must all be present."

Yi Chen simply said: "You can call now and say you are sick."

David opened his mouth wide: "God, I was still in the office yesterday."

Yi Chen said indifferently: "So, find a reason, I need to discuss some issues with you."

David slowly took out his cell phone and called: "Hey, Beeft, oh, God, I accidentally got wet when I came home yesterday. Please ask me for a sick leave... Well, I will explain to the new boss at that time... I think he will understand."

Yi Chen slipped a few sheets of printed paper from the dining table and said with a smile: "Mr. David, this is a detailed list of all arms transactions in the city of London in the next month. You see, if you have time, place, transaction parties, amount, specific arms list, isn't it wonderful information? My subordinates paid the price of seventeen ribs to get these little babies."

David was stunned for a moment: "Seventeen ribs?"

Yi Chen took a sip of beer, nodded and said, "Yes, they broke the poor worm's seventeen ribs before he explained these things."

David raised his brows suddenly and muttered in a low voice: "God, it's another violent confession."

Yi Chen smiled: "It is undeniable that violence often brings good results... Well, I plan to choose some easy-to-kill people from it, and you will take people to arrest them. I have specially made a file box for those top-secret information, and they are all lying safely inside. You can take them together at that time. Of course, if the documents are not complete, it is just some of them that are relatively insignificant, but it is enough for your new boss to pay attention to your discovery."

David looked at the dense handwriting on the list and exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh my God, are there so many arms deals?"

Yi Chen laughed at some departments in the UK without hesitation: "Obviously, some of your colleagues are sorry for the salary they received. My subordinates are far beyond the official staff in terms of their ability to obtain certain intelligence... I am considering that if I want to change my career in the future, I can apply to join the British Military Intelligence Agency."

David ignored Yi Chen's ridicule, and gestured line by line, gradually revealing unconcealed excitement in his tone: "Ha, yes, your idea is simply so wonderful, what about the specific action plan?"

Yi Chen walked to him and pointed to the row of words on the top of the printing paper and said: "The Japanese Yamaguchi Group, they are preparing to open their branches in London and buy a large number of arms... Well, look, enough to arm the two companies. If the Japanese get these arms... David, think about it, when the British bosses compete for territory, because they are British people, they will not mess around, but what about the Japanese? This is not their land, and the British people are not their compatriots... You think about it yourself."

Jester added fire to the side, saying, "It seems that the Japanese are not very powerful in London, so it should be easy to deal with. They have up to 100 people. David, look at other information, the Italian mafia, the Russian family, and the guerrillas in the Middle East, which are not easy to mess with. Why take too much risk for a little credit?"

David nodded and agreed with Yi Chen and Jester's statement.

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After seeing David off, Yi Chen smiled and said, "I hope he can catch up with the new boss who is sick... Well, Kane, have you sent the letter to those bosses?"

Kane nodded: "We have let the bosses know through those little hooligans that the Japanese are preparing to establish their own organization in London, and also told them the delivery time and location of the Yamaguchi group. I don't think they will miss this opportunity."

Yi Chen said dissatisfiedly: "They are so loyal. They don't even notify me of the news. It seems that they want to swallow that batch of arms, right? Just let them go, and we sit next to watch the fun, which is much easier than participating in the performances ourselves."
Chapter completed!