There was a faint noise coming from behind the three of them, which made it hard to hear clearly. Even if you don't look back at the scene, it's embarrassing enough just to imagine, but the sneer on the corner of Ah Liang's mouth became more and more obvious.
The entry hall of this port is not very big, and the people entering the port are sparse, but the formation of people waiting on the other side of the entry hall is a bit scary.
A full twenty people in formal attire stood quietly on both sides of the door. In Japan, this kind of dress is generally similar to that in China. They are either ZF officials or gangsters. In fact, these two identities are also very easy to distinguish. Generally, those with tattoos exposed outside should undoubtedly belong to the underworld.
"It's going well (day)"
The leader saw the three people appearing in the hall, and quickly passed through the special passage. After carefully looking at Zhang Zichen and A Liang who were walking in front, he directly asked Nozawa Kenta behind.
"Yes, Kishimoto-san (day)"
Nozawa looked away from the name tag on his chest, then quickly walked up to Kishimoto, and replied respectfully.
"It's not a waste of time, but hurry up (day)"
Seemingly not worried that Zhang Zichen and Ah Liang could understand the conversation between him and Nozawa, Kishimoto immediately turned his head and raised his chin to the people waiting outside to signal.
"Yes (day)"
It wasn't until then that Nozawa straightened his bent waist, and then followed Kishimoto's side closely to signal the two people behind to follow quickly.
"I heard that the underworld in Japan is quite formal"
"Well, let us go, that actually means CG"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
There was a deathly silence on the cluttered desk, apparently this kind of sudden news made it hard to digest for a while.
"This... what does this mean (day)"
"No...not quite...not sure about Matsushita-san (day)"
If the political situation existing in the entire country is still a game of shogi, under the leadership of Nishinomiya, he could fight tit-for-tat with the opponent on the chessboard. So right now, our own side, and even the entire political party, are undoubtedly at a disadvantage, and it is no exaggeration to say that on the chessboard, we are extremely disadvantaged.
But the charm of shogi lies in this. All the obvious advantages and disadvantages during the game can be counted as strategic strategies again and again. The process is not so important.
Matsushita Heiji frowned tightly, obviously the opponent's move
Chess, even if it makes him think about it, he still can't figure it out.
Dull and frowning stood in the middle of the messy office for more than five minutes, finally Matsushita supported his head, raised his eyebrows and gave instructions to the person in front of him.
"Pick up the teacher's call for me, and then make an appointment to meet (day)"
"Yes (day)"
Perhaps the person standing in front of Panasonic also thinks that this may be the best choice at the moment. After all, the teacher of Panasonic is still a supporter of his side in a strict sense. No problems will arise.
"Let me see what you're thinking, Kidera Toto! (Japanese)"
The convoy with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder was driving forward according to a strict track, and the road surface was so clean that it even felt a little slippery, and it also had a fishy smell of seafood.
Everything happened as a matter of course, and it seems that the word "unexpected change" seems to be a vocabulary that people forget at the moment.
However, in this straight black convoy, the penultimate black Mitsubishi deviated from the direction while everyone was in a trance.
Chi chi chi. . .
Huge friction buzzed, and before everyone in the car could react, the irresistible centrifugal force made people's internal organs rise up.
"Kishi... Mr. Kishimoto??? (Japanese)"
In the car ahead of the out-of-control vehicle, Kishimoto, who was wrapped in a suit and leather shoes, just wanted to close his heavy eyelids, but was startled by the sudden noise.
"Wh... what's going on?! (day)"
"Mr. Nozawa's car... (day)"
It's slow, but it's really fast, almost before people can react at all, the car behind Kishimoto has already rushed more than ten meters to the left of the convoy's track.
"Bastard! Chase!!! What are you looking at (day)"
Kishimoto grabbed the front seat of the car furiously, wishing he could fly out of the car, because not only Nozawa was sitting in that car, but also Zhang Zichen who had just been picked up. . . And this is the task and order issued by the top. . . If there are any accidents and mistakes, let's not say what will happen to the political party. . . My own little fate counts. . .
"Hurry up! Don't you fucking have long legs! Can't step on the gas pedal?! Hurry up! (Japanese)"
Turning his head just now, looking at Zhang Zichen who ran another 30 to 40 meters in an instant, Kishimoto was frightened out of his wits, but at this moment he had no choice but to yell.
"Everyone! Everyone chases after me! If you let the car go away! Who the hell can't think about it (day)"
Just when Kishimoto picked up the walkie-talkie in front of the car and was spitting and roaring, four or five cars suddenly crossed from the opposite road on both sides of the road, and they collided in front of Kishimoto in an instant. . .
boom. . . bang bang bang! ! !
A picture of extreme incomplete and violent aesthetics came into being, and it suddenly lay in front of Kishimoto.
"What the fu..."
There was no chance for Kishimoto to get out of the car in a panic, and four Europeans and Americans got down from the pile of scrap metal in front of them, and raised their hands angrily and innocently at the car in front of them without any injuries.
"Why the sudden change of direction?! (English)"