Chapter 717 Falling Apart

readx(); Leaving Jiang Chen's villa, the two of them just got into the police car, and before they drove far, the old leader Nakajima reprimanded him in a low voice.

"Are you crazy? You actually suspect that the chairman of the future people group is the murderer of the disappearance of villagers in Jinggu Village?"

"But it's suspicious, isn't it?" Shangshankui argued, "On the day of the incident, he came home very late. There was a maid in the villa, but he happened to go back to his rented house last night."

"I think what Miyuki said makes sense." The detective who was driving turned around and said.

The old policeman snorted and refuted his subordinates' opinions: "What's the motive? The chairman of a large group with a market value of 100 billion will dirty his hands to do this? Don't forget that we are only here to understand the situation. Since T Viruses, let the investigation department of the self-defense team handle it, this kind of big case is not in the hands of a small police station like ours."

Being reprimanded by the leader, the criminal police who drove the car sneered.

"Senior Ito said so."

Pausing for a moment, Officer Ito said seriously, staring into Kaesui Aoi's eyes through the rearview mirror.

"I warn you, you are not allowed to act without authorization. One bad thing is a diplomatic dispute, and it may even lead to more serious problems. Think about it!"

"yes--"

After a drawn-out answer, Kaesan Aoi looked aside with her mouth curled.

Although she agreed with her lips, the expression on her face was full of disapproval.

What do you mean by "the chairman of a large group with a market value of 100 billion will dirty his hands to do this?" It is so strange to measure a person's quality by assets! No matter from which angle you look at it, his performance is suspicious!

Taking a deep breath, Shangshankui glanced at the villa in the rearview mirror, and his eyes were a little firm.

Since you don't believe it, I'll prove it to you!

...

"Is it tight?"

"Well... yes, it's a bit big."

"Oh? Wouldn't it be nice to be bigger?"

"don't want,

It's hard. "

"What about this?"

"Well, it's okay."

"Could you go in a little further?"

"No, I can't get in."

Qian Xia tightened her toes into the boots, and lifted the back of the boots with her index finger. Jiang Chen watched with a smile on his face, and nodded in satisfaction.

I feel pretty good, just buy this pair!

"But... these shoes cost 1 million yen, is that really good?" Looking at the label, Qianxia's eyes twinkled with little stars, and she swallowed unconsciously.

1 million yen, which is equivalent to the savings of most Japanese employees for one year.

"It's okay, I'm in a good mood today." Jiang Chen smiled, took out the bank and paid the bill.

The waiter packed the shoes and handed them to Qian Xia with a smile.

Hugging the packing bag to her chest, Qianxia buried her head a little shyly, not knowing what she was thinking.

But Jiang Chen didn't notice this. It's only 1 million yen, which is nothing in terms of his assets.

What's more, the yen is as cheap as a piece of paper now...

Under the leadership of Qian Xia, a local, Jiang Chen went to many interesting places throughout the day. But it's also quite funny to say, many of the landmarks the two of them visited are already considered properties under his name. Such as 109 Building, Shinjuku Commercial Street...

It is not so much a tour as a tour of the back garden.

Although after the virus crisis in Shinagawa District, pedestrians and tourists on the street have become much less crowded, the shops here are still open for business.

Throughout the day, Jiang Chen basically just walked around, but at night...

hey-hey.

Jiang Chen casually found an excuse and asked the maid leading the way to go home first.

The accompanying bodyguards had already helped him get rid of the trailing reporters. After all, Jiang Chen only attended the press conference two days ago, and now everyone knows that he is here. With his current worth and the media exposure that does not match his worth, it is impossible for reporters not to be interested in him.

If you let those reporters follow, you won't be able to play.

...

The sky over Ise Bay is sunny, which is a good day for travel and vacation. In normal times, this golden beach should be full of youthful and beautiful figures, but at this time, there are few people in this place. Dark clouds hung over the entire country of Japan.

Unseen, dark clouds lingering in people's minds.

In a beach hotel next to Ise Bay, a white man sat at a table opposite an Asian man. There were two glasses of cold drinks on the table, and two equally cold faces were reflected on the water with ice cubes falling.

The white man looked at his watch and broke the silence first.

"Any news from Tanaka?"

The Asian man shook his head.

The white man was silent for two seconds before continuing to ask.

"Can you contact my master?"

The Asian man suddenly smiled, helplessly.

"You know, only Tanaka can."

Regarding the way of communicating with the black ship, Tanaka has been silent. Even his confidant, he did not reveal more secrets about the black ship. After all, for such a semi-religious organization, maintaining the mystery of the "Pope" can keep members in awe and maintain the cohesion of the organization.

However, the disadvantages of doing so are also obvious.

If he, the spiritual leader, dies, the entire organization will become a mess, and those secrets will be taken to the grave.

Tanaka obviously didn't take this into consideration.

He never considered that he would die one day if he cheated...

"Where's Charles? Why didn't our brothers in Europe come?" the Asian man asked.

"Charles is dead."

"Dead?" The Asian man showed a bit of surprise on his face.

"Since the Rothschilds came to power, our brothers in Europe have had a hard time. Willy will hunt us all over Europe, they think we have golden apples in our hands... Those fools are as annoying as flies .”

A look of disgust flashed between his brows, the white man paused, and then said, "The situation in America is getting worse. Last time, Tanaka's actions were too hasty. The missing pilot Gordon was found in Singapore. The FBI's People have already started investigating us...how about the Japanese side?"

"As soon as the T virus was leaked, the Japanese authorities and Takeda Pharmaceutical turned against us." The haze on the Asian man's face became thicker, and he rubbed his teeth fiercely while biting the straw.

"What about the general situation?" the white man asked.

"Very bad." The Asian man only answered three words.

"I think so too." The white man smiled wryly.

The topic was suddenly interrupted, and the two sat there silently, as if in a daze, as if they were thinking about the future.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Suddenly, the white man spoke again.

"You said...Since there is my lord's blessing, why can't Tanaka be resurrected again? He is the spokesperson chosen by my lord, it shouldn't be..."

"What do you mean by that?" The Asian man vaguely guessed what the white man wanted to say, and couldn't help frowning.

"I mean, are we... abandoned?"

At the same time as these words were spoken, both sides saw confusion and bottomless fear in each other's pupils.

What to do next? (To be continued.)