Chapter 220 Enmity, Shen Hai, Love (This Volume Officially Enters the Final Stage, Counterattack!)

September 16, 1990.

Kitahara Aoi, who was about to leave Seattle, was unexpectedly summoned to New York by Foreign Minister Shintaro Abe. Early in the morning, he took a special plane and arrived at a five-star hotel in New York.

The only people accompanying him were Shiying and Kazuma Yamada, who were responsible for personal protection. They were also stopped outside by the hotel security.

Siying frowned and almost pulled out her sword to kill someone, but in the end, she was forcibly held back by Yamada Kazuma.

Kitahara Sosuke waved his hand and walked to the hotel alone. Officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs led him to see Shintaro Abe who was sitting quietly in the room.

He finally met all the three Japanese political bigwigs from the Sho and Heisei era in Anzhu Palace.

Takeshita Den is powerful, courageous, and the most greedy;

Miyazawa Kiichi is the gentlest, but under his humble temperament is a fierce fighting spirit;

Shintaro Abe looks sickly and easy to talk to, but he gives off a very sinister and cunning feeling.

Anyone who can be a foreign minister has good communication skills.

Kitahara Sosuke was just curious as to why he was being targeted by the dignified Foreign Minister.

Hope it's not the worst reason.

"Sit down, Aosuke. Do you know how to play Go?" Shintaro Abe coughed slightly and pointed to the tatami in front of him and the Othello game.

Kitahara Sosuke glanced at him. There are rumors that the Abe family has a hereditary disease. Is it true?

Anyway, he remembered the original history. The foreign minister who might have competed to be the next prime minister died of illness in 1991, which made Miyazawa Kiichi miss the mark.

It was also because of this that Kitahara Sosuke dared to bet on Miyazawa Kiichi.

Although the power of the prime minister's cabinet is not overwhelming, it is at least on the same level as the consortium. If you choose the wrong person, a bloody butcher knife will be waiting for you.

"know a little."

Kitahara Sosuke saw that he was putting on airs, so he sat down casually and played chess with him to brag.

Shintaro Abe's chess skills are average, and he is more arty than pursuing chess skills. These big guys are like this. They insist on setting up a chess game, holding a tea ceremony, and having a few geishas dance and sing, making it look very stylish.

In fact, people like them who are so busy don't have time to study these things.

Compared to this kind of facade work, Kitahara Sosuke prefers to be more straightforward, such as chatting while eating hot pot, or going to places like Sakura Shrine.

After playing a game of chess, Shintaro Abe focused on bragging, talking about his past with Grandpa Kitahara Sosuke, and he always liked to mention things about his father.

Kitahara Sosuke also casually agreed.

snap——

Shintaro Abe dropped the white piece in his hand, coughed a few times, looked up at him with a smile: "Aosuke, it's not good for you to be like this."

"?"

Let’s just say what’s not good.

You have to play riddles.

Kithara Sosuke had the urge to hit him.

"Young people should not be too sharp in doing things. Just like this game of chess between you and me, is it really important who wins and who loses? You have to see things beyond the chess game and understand how to be a human being." Abe It was rare for Shintaro to say a long string of words without coughing.

Kitahara Sosuke was silent.

"I heard that you made 2 trillion yuan by shorting oil in the United States?"

coming.

What is supposed to come will still come.

Kitahara Sosuke knew that no matter how much he tried to hide it or pretend to be stupid, only a few people could hide it.

He had already prepared that someone would be jealous enough to take action. For this reason, he had also prepared multiple plans to deal with enemies from different classes.

It's impossible to get even a penny away from him!

But Kitahara Sosuke didn't expect that the first person to jump out would be Shintaro Abe!

This is the situation he least wants to see.

Suddenly offended two of the three people in Anzhu Palace.

"With help from friends." Kitahara Sosuke said calmly, "Does the Foreign Minister also play in oil futures?"

"Ahem, Sosuke, you can't eat this much money." Shintaro Abe grabbed a handful of white coins and put them on the table, "Take it out, after excluding the cost, you can keep 100 billion."

2 trillion to keep 100 billion for yourself?

He didn't expect Shintaro Abe's greed and black heart!

"Your Excellency, Foreign Minister."

"Okay, don't say any more. This matter is settled." Shintaro Abe waved his hand impatiently, called for the Vice Minister of Affairs, and left the room, not wanting to waste more time with Kitahara Sosuke.

Japan's communications are still paralyzed. As a member of Toshiki Kaifu's cabinet, Shintaro Abe is still begging the U.S. government to let them go. He has to rush to talk to the Secretary of State at this moment, and he doesn't want to spend too much time with a little guy like Kitahara Sosuke. chat.

In his opinion, playing a game of chess with Kitahara Sosuke has already given him enough face.

The deputy secretary of affairs came over with a pile of documents, threw them to Kitahara Sosuke arrogantly, and said coldly: "Your money must be transferred to these accounts in different ways within a week. Do you know the person in this photo?" .”

He threw over a photo.

Teenagers and girls in a high-end ward were smiling and eating. It was Sakurai Ningko and Sakurai Hiroshi!

"Your Excellency, the Foreign Minister, has already picked them up. When you transfer the money, you will naturally send them back. Kitahara Sosuke, I advise you to be wise. If we can find them, we can find a way to find them and you. Others involved, don't seek death!" The Undersecretary of Affairs sneered a few times. In his opinion, if it weren't for the 2 trillion, the Foreign Minister was in urgent need, and at his level, it would be impossible to stand and talk with such young people.

He's just a lucky boy.

Kithara Sosuke silently picked up the photo, looked at it, put it away, and turned to leave.

The Undersecretary of Affairs was extremely unhappy with his reaction and secretly decided that even if he transferred money, he would still make him look good when he returned home!

After leaving the hotel, Kitahara Sosuke's face became more and more gloomy. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Dr. Edward's number. The latter was surprised when he received the call. He thought it was Kitahara Sosuke's person who picked up the two of them, so he didn't care. .

After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Sosuke threw the phone directly into the trash can.

He walked quickly to the car parked aside. Seeing that his face was not very good, Yamada Kazuma immediately asked: "Mr. Kitahara, where are you going now?"

Today, we were supposed to send Aman and his daughter out of the United States at noon, and then they would take a flight back to Japan, but now it seems that they can't leave.

Back at the secret residence provided by Aman, Kitahara Sosuke called them over and said the matter with a gloomy face.

"That Dr. Edward must know about it, otherwise I would have to call you in advance." Victoria put on a green military uniform, her body curves were uneven, her two long legs swayed in front of the table, and she kept thinking Curse that Shintaro Abe.

"Do you need any help from us? Mr. Kitahara." Aman was also anxious, but he knew it was useless to be anxious. The other party wanted to take Kitahara Sosuke's money and arrested his people. They couldn't leave unless this problem was solved. .

Kithara Sosuke took a deep breath and suddenly smiled: "Before night, I want to know where they are. In the United States, can you do this?"

"Okay! Intelligence and arms are our specialties." Victoria smiled. Without them, Kitahara Sosuke might have really fallen into trouble this time.

She is now ready to start praying for that Shintaro Abe.

I don’t know who it is, why bother with him.

Probably because they never thought about Kitahara Sosuke's connections in the United States, after Shintaro Abe's people took Hiro and Ningzi away, they just found a hotel to settle them in, and they didn't send many people to guard them.

In New York, USA, is there still someone who can attack with a gun?

At noon, Shintaro Abe, who was still having secret peace talks with senior officials from the U.S. government in a five-star hotel, just took out a Federal Bank debit card that he had secretly prepared. Before he could hand it over, the Undersecretary of Affairs hurried over and leaned into his ear. Speaks a lot of Japanese.

His face gradually turned livid, and finally he could only nod to express that he understood, and then continued to lick his smiling face to please the white American official.

Kitahara Sosuke's people actually rescued the siblings?

This is a blatant challenge to his majesty as foreign minister!

Never forgive!

"Foreign Minister Shin Abe, you seem a little dissatisfied with me? If you are not willing to do this transaction, then you can take back this card, and I will not continue to help you close your position and reduce losses. You know, this matter is for me. It doesn't make much sense." The white official looked at him and said coldly.

Shintaro Abe was angry at Kitahara Sosuke's ignorance. When he saw that he had unintentionally angered the other party, he quickly continued to apologize.

He suppresses her internally and crazily licks her externally. This is his way of being a foreign minister!

Port of Seattle.

A cargo ship slowly sailed away from the shore, the sailors shouted loudly, and the captain sat in the command room and looked curiously at the young Japanese man pushing two wheelchairs outside, accompanied by a beautiful girl.

The freighter sailed from Seattle to Honolulu. This was the first time he heard that Japanese businessmen purchased goods from the United States and then sent them to Honolulu to sell.

Is this trade route reversed?

But no matter what, just give him enough money!

Even if he was going to sell goods in the Middle East, they would dare to drive there!

On the deck, the sailors hesitantly lifted up the large cargo boxes one after another. They didn't know what cargo was contained in them, but they were so heavy.

In a certain cargo box.

Yamada Masamune woke up suddenly when he felt something was wrong. Just like when he was suddenly taken away and sent to the warehouse after arriving in the United States, he was in darkness and couldn't tell the difference between day and night.

I thought I was going to perform some narrow escape mission here.

But after arriving, I ate, drank, and slept, but nothing happened.

Then Irie Masaru and Kikujiro suddenly said that they had a mission early this morning, and packed them up one by one with weapons, saying that they were going to assassinate someone.

Killing people in the United States means there is almost no return.

But for the glory and continuation of the Yamada-gumi, he could only take a gamble.

And even now, I haven't gone out.

He hammered the outer wall of the box hard, but there was no response. His red and swollen hands were burning with pain.

Yamada Masamune suddenly thought of a lot of things. In the past, he was still responsible for killing people, forcibly buying real estate for the Ito Man family, and bullying and humiliating ordinary villagers again and again. He did all the bad things but was not punished at all.

Until he met Kitahara Sosuke, his nemesis.

Since then, it seems like one bad thing has happened one after another without stopping.

boom!

"Is there anyone? Is anyone there?" Masamune Yamada's hoarse voice roared, but there was still no response.

It was pitch black.

Then an indescribable feeling of fear came over me.

Something is wrong.

The knife was slashing hard, but it couldn't be used in the small space.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

There seemed to be some voices outside.

The exhausted Yamada Masamune stood up, leaned against the wall of the box and shouted.

"There seems to be some noise? Is it a person?" The voice of the speaker was rough and he spoke English.

"Here comes the captain. Keep your voice down," said another.

The captain and Kazuma Yamada walked side by side.

"Captain, there seems to be some noise in the box." The sailor, who had done some gray work, realized what the goods in the box might be and reminded him in a low voice, but was suddenly pulled by his companion and covered his mouth.

"Haha, Captain, Mr. Yamada, he is drunk, and he likes to talk nonsense when he is drunk."

The two ran away like rabbits.

The captain glanced at Kazuma Yamada, pretended not to hear anything, yawned, and walked toward the cabin inside.

It's human trafficking. Anyway, just give me enough money.

He thought so.

Yamada Kazuma slowly walked to the box, patted it gently with his hand, and then whispered: "Dad, long time no see. I don't know if you can hear my voice. I just came to Osaka at that time, and you took me in." I am very grateful. Even if Yamada Yang looks down on me and hates me, I am still willing to do my best for the Yamada team, and I even have no problem with him being the team leader."

"However, I stepped back step by step, and he still refused to let me go. He wanted me dead, wanted my woman, and wanted everything from me!"

"If it weren't for Mr. Kitahara, maybe the person in the box today would be me. In fact, I always hated the first half of my life. I was so self-righteous that in the end I was nothing and accomplished nothing. But now, I don't think so anymore."

"I think the first half of my life is to train me to be a better person, so that I can better serve Mr. Kitahara in the second half of my life."

"He said he asked me to wait, so I waited, and asked me to die, so I died. I thought he wouldn't remember it, but he always kept it in his heart. He is different from you, dad."

"Go on your way with peace of mind."

Kitahara Sosuke looked at Yamada Kazuma who was talking to himself in the distance and looked a little crazy. He said that he didn't care, but which man really doesn't care about the green hat on his head?

Being NTRed in front of someone, if this anger is not vented, it will be difficult to live with it for the rest of your life.

Yamada Kazuma in the distance raised his muscles in his hands, then suddenly lifted the box and threw it into the sea!

The captain who was standing not far away and watching was suddenly startled!

What the hell is this human trafficking?

This is obviously murder and silence!

"I didn't see it, I didn't see anything." He closed his eyes and was about to return to the cabin when someone suddenly put his arm around his shoulder.

"Is Mr. Captain reciting some spell?" Kikujiro's fat body was stuck in the doorway, looking at him with a smile.

"me"

After a while, Kitahara Sosuke saw the crying captain and several sailors helping them throw boxes.

One after another, they sank to the bottom of the sea and disappeared.

"What are they doing? Brother Cangjie." Ningzi asked softly, shrinking from his words.

Kithara Sosuke smiled and said: "The food you eat has gone bad, throw it away and feed it to the sharks."

"The shark is so pitiful." Ning Zi flattened her mouth.

With a whoop, a Boeing 747 passenger plane flew past in the sunset-filled sky.

"Look, sister, Brother Aosuke, it's a plane. It's so close and so beautiful!"

Hong shouted excitedly while holding his wheelchair.

"When can we take a flight home? Brother Aosuke."

"Next time, definitely next time!" Kitahara Sosuke wanted to take out a cigarette, held Ningzi's hand for a moment, and finally gave up.

He looked up to the sky.

At the same time, a beautiful and lovely Russian girl was also lying at the window looking at the gradually smaller freighter below. Behind her were boxes full of brand new rubles.

There is no hair on her body, and there are crooked Japanese characters carved on her snow-white butt.

It wasn't until the shadow of the freighter disappeared that she slowly stood up.

Can we see him again?

Looking at the mark on her butt in the mirror, she suddenly felt a little dazed.

Such ugly handwriting. Next time, why don’t you teach him how to write in Russian?

After hugging her legs for a while, Victoria stood up suddenly and suddenly shouted outside: "Cynthia, Cynthia, come on, come on!"

"What's the matter, miss?" The beautiful maid came from outside.

Victoria sat cross-legged on the bed and said seriously: "I want to learn Japanese! Kitahara Sosuke, teach me to write his name first, I want to learn it!"