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Ono Jiro was left speechless by the ignorant and fearless appearance of Hua Hu.
He explained in a low voice: "Inakawa will be a gangster, a big gangster."
"Gangster? Damn it! He who is a gangster is like 13 rakes!" Huahu suddenly realized and cursed directly.
"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down!" Even though the door of Quiet Room No. 1 was closed, Hua Hu's scolding still frightened Ono Erlang.
"You're so screwed up!" Huahu glared, pointed at Quiet Room No. 1 and said, "A streetwalker, a stinky beggar, why are you afraid of him!"
"No, no!" Onojiro was dumbfounded and quickly pressed down Huahu's arm
When Ono Erlang suppressed his voice and explained to Huahu the power of the Inagawa Society, Mr. Long pulled up a chair in the quiet room No. 1 and asked the civet cat to sit down.
When he turned around and sat down on the chair opposite, he pretended to be casual and asked: "You said you were a guest of the Daochuan Club. Can you tell me who invited you here?"
"Consultant Tsunoda, do you have any questions?" Tanuki's tone was still stiff.
Mr. Long nodded, and the doubt in his heart disappeared again.
The "Advisor Tsunoda" the tanuki mentioned is named Yoshio Tsunoda, and he is a special advisor to the Inagawa Society.
It is said that he is very trusted by the third generation Inagawa Yuhi. As an advisor, he has great power.
These things were heard by Mr. Long when he was drinking with his friends from the local gang.
If you are an outsider, you may be able to name the president of the Inagawa Society casually, and even the names of some key members of the organization, but it is difficult to know the consultant Yoshio Tsunoda.
After all, Mr. Long is not a gang member, and his understanding of the Daochuan Society is limited.
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Sitting opposite the civet cat, he said in a sincere tone: "You can tell me what you are looking for. Don't worry, I will find it myself and make appropriate arrangements."
The civet cat seemed a little worried, but after thinking for a while, he finally said: "Safe No. e128, two CDs.
There may be something else, but it¡¯s not important. "
These words made Mr. Long scratch his head very much. As a safe and stable storage medium, optical discs are being widely used nowadays.
Among the things piled outside, you can find forty or fifty at random. Who knows which two were taken out of the safe No. e128.
After smacking his lips, Mr. Long said awkwardly: "Can you tell me what kind of container those things were placed in? Is it a suitcase, a paper bag, or something else?"
"I don't know." The civet cat shook his head and explained, "I came to pick up things as promised today."
Mr. Long¡¯s original idea was to find the things belonging to the Daochuan Society, rummage through them and put them back in safe No. 128.
Find some other worthless things and stuff them into a few safes in Area E.
¡°In this way, when the police enter the scene afterwards, they will think that there is nothing valuable in the box, so the robber just flipped through it and threw it inside.
And what the civet cat said made him completely confused what to do.
He didn¡¯t even know what the CD was packed with, and he couldn¡¯t even recall it based on the clues.
You can¡¯t just collect all the CDs and stuff them into safe No. 128 or take them away.
The civet cat understood Mr. Long¡¯s expression, frowned and thought for a moment, then said, ¡°Give me a mobile phone, and I¡¯ll call the person in charge and ask.¡±
"This the communication here has been decided." Mr. Long said with a wry smile.
"What should we do?" The civet cat was anxious, struggled to stand up, and threatened sternly: "I can tell you responsibly, no matter whether the disc is lost, the contents inside will still be exposed.
"Me, you, and everyone else outside, plus yours"
¡°Don¡¯t be impatient, please calm down, please calm down!¡± Mr. Long raised his hand to interrupt the anxious civet cat.
He asked tentatively: ¡°Do you know what¡¯s on the CD?¡±
"" The raccoon cat's expression was wary for a moment, but then he guessed what Mr. Long was thinking.
After sitting down again, he said honestly and politely: "Find all the CDs and give me a computer."
"No problem!" Mr. Long quickly assured.
Just as he stood up and was about to walk out, he heard the civet cat say extremely unhappy: "My hand is going to die!"
"Oh~Sorry~Sorry!" Mr. Long said with a smile on his facep; "Ah~"
Onojiro let out a heartbreaking scream, and his eyes instantly turned blood red.
He threw himself on Mr. Long and shook him hard twice. The figure of the civet cat walking out of the vault flashed in his mind.
The sadness in his chest was instantly replaced by overwhelming anger. He turned around and shouted at Huahu, who was completely stupid: "Go! Catch that person!"
"Huh? Huh? Who are you arresting?" Huahu recovered from his dementia, was confused for a moment, and then reacted suddenly.
He pulled out the pistol from Onojiro's waist, turned around and ran out in large strides.
After rushing out of the vault, he ran towards the hall and shouted: "In the hall, stop that grandson!"
Huahu¡¯s roar was loud, but the problem was that the two boys in the hall couldn¡¯t understand Chinese.
The two boys at the service desk first vaguely heard Onojiro¡¯s roar, and within a few seconds they heard Huahu¡¯s loud roar again.
Although they couldn¡¯t understand what Huahu was yelling, they both realized that something was definitely wrong.
After looking at each other uneasily, one of the boys left the service desk and ran quickly towards the vault.
As soon as he rushed into the corridor leading to the vault, the civet cat huddled behind the green plants raised his revolver with both hands flat, and fired two "bang" and "bang" shots at the figure less than two meters away.
The first shot hit the opposite gun, and the second shot directly exploded the target's chest.
Another boy at the service desk heard the gunshot and rushed towards the corridor with a submachine gun.
At this moment, Huahu has chased out. The civet cat huddled in the corner and saw Huahu showing his head. He held the revolver with trembling hands and fired continuously with "bang", "bang" and "bang".
Huahu hurriedly retreated, leaned out of the corner with his gunner, and fired back continuously.
There were two people, one holding a gun and fighting randomly, the other without showing his head, it was a complete "blind shooting".
As bullets flew in the corridor, the civet cat carefully distinguished the footsteps beside him.
The moment the boy at the service desk rushed into the corridor, he seemed frightened and sat down on the ground.
The muzzle of the gun subconsciously aimed at the opponent, and with a "bang" sound, the last bullet was drawn out (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com