I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 717: Broken apart

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After leaving Jiang Chen ’s villa, the two had just got on the police car and had not drove far. The old leader, Nakajima, whispered.

"Are you crazy? Do you actually suspect that the chairman of the Future People Group is the murderer of the villagers of Jinggu Village?"

"But is it suspicious, isn't it?" Shang Shankui argued, "On the day of the incident, he came home very late. It was clear that there was a maid in the villa, but last night he happened to return to his rental house."

"I think Miyuki makes sense." The policeman who drove back looked back.

The old policeman grunted and refuted the opinions of his subordinates: "What is the motivation? The chairman of a group with a market value of RMB100 billion will dirty his hands to do this? If there is a T virus, let the self-defense team investigative department to do it. This big case is not managed by our small police station. "

I was reprimanded by the leader, and the criminal police who drive smirked.

"Senior Ito said yes."

After a pause, Officer Ito peered through the rear-view mirror and stared at the eyes of the shirt, and said seriously.

"I warn you, this matter is not allowed to act without authorization. One bad thing is diplomatic disputes, and may even cause more serious problems. Think about it!"

"Yes-"

Due to a prolonged sentence, Shangkui Kuai looked sideways with his mouth.

Although she agreed, her expression on her face was filled with disapproval.

What is "the chairman of a group with a market value of over RMB100 billion that will dirty his hands to do this?" It is too strange to measure a person's quality by assets! No matter from which point of view, his performance is very suspicious!

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

Since you do n’t believe me, then I will prove it to you!

......

"Are you tight?"

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

"Oh? Isn't it bigger?"

"No, it's uncomfortable."

"What about this?"

"Well, it's okay."

"Can I go in a little more?"

"No, I can't get in anymore."

Chi Xia tightened her toes tightly into her boots, and her index finger lifted the back of her boots. Jiang Chen smiled and watched, nodding with satisfaction.

I feel pretty good, just buy this pair!

"But ... this pair of shoes costs 1 million yen, is this really okay?" Looking at the label, Qian Xia's eyes gleamed with small stars and she swallowed unconsciously.

1 million yen, which is equivalent to a year ’s deposit for most Japanese employees.

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

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

Holding the bag in front of her chest, Qianxia buried her head in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Jiang Chen did not notice this. It's only 1 million yen, and in terms of his assets, this money is nothing.

Not to mention, now the yen is cheap like a piece of paper ...

Under the leadership of Qianxia, ​​a local, Jiang Chen visited a lot of interesting places all day long. But it's funny to say that many of the landmarks they visited are already regarded as his property. For example, 109 Building, Shinjuku Commercial Street ...

It is better to visit the back garden than to travel.

Although pedestrians and passengers on the street have become weaker after the virus crisis in the disease area, the shops here are still open.

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

Hey.

Jiang Chen casually made an excuse to let the lady maid who led the way go home first.

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

If you let those reporters follow, you wo n’t be able to play.

......

The sunny sky over Ise Bay is a good day for a tourist holiday. If it is placed in peacetime, this golden yellow sand beach is supposed to be full of youthful and beautiful figures, but at this time, it is rare. The sky over the whole of Japan was covered with dark clouds.

Unseen, the dark clouds haunting people's hearts.

In a beach hotel near Ise Bay, a white man sits at a table opposite an Asian man. Two glasses of cold drinks were placed on the table, and two ice-cold faces were reflected on the water surface with ice cubes.

The white man looked at the table and broke the silence first.

"Have you heard from Tanaka?"

The Asian man shook his head.

The white man remained silent for two seconds and continued to ask.

"Can I contact my lord?"

The Asian man laughed suddenly, but he was helpless.

"You know, only Tanaka can."

Tanaka has been silent on how to communicate with the black ship. Even his confidant, he did not reveal more secrets about the black ship. After all, for such a semi-religious organization, keeping the mystery of the "pope" can keep members in awe and maintain the cohesiveness of the organization.

However, the disadvantages of doing so are also obvious.

If he, as a spiritual leader, dies, the entire organization will become a mess, and those secrets will also be brought into the grave.

Tanaka apparently did not take this into consideration.

He never considered that he who hangs up will one day die ...

"What about Charles? Why didn't our brother in Europe come?" the Asian man asked.

"Charles is dead."

"Dead?" The Asian man's face was a little surprised.

"Since the Rothschilds came to power, our brothers in Europe have had a hard time. Willy will hunt us down all over Europe, and they think we have the golden apple in hand ... The idiots are like Flies are just as annoying. "

A bit of disgust flashed across the eyebrows, and the white man paused, then said, "The situation in the Americas is getting worse. The last operation of Tanaka was too hasty, the missing pilot Gordon was found in Singapore , FBI people have already started investigating us ... What about Japan? "

"As soon as the T virus leaked, the Japanese authorities and Takeda Pharmaceutical turned their faces on us." The haze on the face of the Asian man was thicker, and the teeth biting the straw were rubbing hard.

"How about the overall situation?" the white man asked.

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

"I think so." The white man smiled bitterly.

The topic was suddenly interrupted, and the two sat there silently, as if in a daze, as if 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? He is the spokesperson chosen by my Lord, shouldn't he ..."

"What do you mean?" The Asian man frowned as he guessed what the white man wanted to say.

"I mean, don't ... are we abandoned?"

At the same time as this sentence exited, both sides saw the confusion and the bottomless fear in each other's pupils.

What should I do next? (To be continued.)