Two men in black robe walked and stopped on the ring, seemingly casual, but in fact, they had certain rules in the number of steps, distance, direction, and angle of walking. Every time they stopped, one or two would be thrown out, and at most dozens of small bugs would be thrown out at once. The invisible face under the head hood was extremely focused and meticulous.

Watanabe Seiichi and Momura Chiyo were waiting in the audience. To be precise, it was Momura Chiyo who was talking, Watanabe Seiichi was listening, or maybe he was being preached by Momura Chiyo.

"… When the jihad was launched around the world, the empire's territory was small, and all the men of appropriate age were recruited into the army. Almost all the soldiers from the whole country were recruited. On the battlefield in East Asia, especially in China, the number of troops was invested by more than 2 million, but the combat troops reached 3.8 million, nearly four million. It almost doubled. So I ask you, who are the extra people? Where did they come from?"

"I know. They are the Imperial Army and the puppet army who are ready to fall into the empire. They are the Chinese."

"That's right. It is precisely because of these Chinese people that the sacred wars of the empire were able to fight on this vast land for eight years. Although they did not fight against the empire at the time, they were eventually defeated. But if there were no Chinese who fought in concert, the imperial army would not last for eight years."

"I know this too. But Mr. Mocun, although you and I are familiar with this history, what I don't understand is, what exactly do you want to say to me?"

"Mr. Watanabe, you are as smart as you. Don't you know what my words are meant by sister?" Chiyo Momura covered his red lips with his back of his hand, bent his eyebrows and jumped twice, and his eyes blinked. His shape was extremely enchanting and charming.

Watanabe Shiraki took a small step back in consciousness, and his eyes drifted away. The charming look of this person made his scalp numb. After pondering for a while, he said, "What do you mean?"

Chiyo Momura was so charmingly draped behind his head, and his long hair drooped to his waist around his neck, and stroked it all to his left chest. He stroked his hands up and down, and his fingers rolled a strand of hair, slashing around his nose. He smelled his hair fragrance and nodded like a woman. "Yeah, yeah, that's exactly what Mr. Watanabe understands. Chinese people have a strong sense of nationality and xenophobia. When subject to external pressure, this famous Eastern lion will rise up and gather the power that makes the world terrifying. But there are too many Chinese people. There are so many good and bad. Many people have become pests. And what we need are these dirty, lowly, greedy, pests. Give them some sweetness,

They even betrayed their ancestors. They used to be, now, and in the future. As long as they can provide them with money, women, living a life of drunkenness, and living a luxurious life enjoyment, there is nothing that cannot be done in this country. The unique noun, code name and the meaning represented by traitors do not exist only in the war years. As long as this country still exists, traitors will always have it. This is one of the many natures that I call this country, and it is also a vicious cycle unique to China, an ancient country. It can build the most solid defense embankment in the world. But it cannot be controlled and cannot cure the borers that grow inside the body."

Even though he was dissatisfied with something, Watanabe Yuichi had to admit that Chiyo Momura really saw more thoroughly about China, and his analysis of human nature was much deeper than him. Huh! He exhaled a long sigh as if he was venting, "So you sent someone to buy the security guards here early. But aren't you afraid that someone would be brought up old accounts in the future? I believe Mr. Momura also understands the importance of this mission. Afterwards, we must not find out that our people are interfering."

Chiyo Momura suddenly froze and then laughed. "Gee, little brother, your worries are unnecessary, very unnecessary, do you know? Because no one will know what we have been here."

"But that Chinese, by the way, and his other companion. They?" After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll do the finale."

Unexpectedly, Chiyo Mo Village shook his head. "No need. Because three days later, there will be two more bodies in a private house in Zhengzhou urban area."

"Can't you find out the cause of death?" When Watanabe Yuki thought of a possibility, he couldn't help but gasp, "Did you... have you done it? When... Oh, sorry, maybe I shouldn't ask."

Chiyo Momura stared at Watanabe Seiichi with a mysterious look, and said with a deep meaning: "Mr. Watanabe, you are very smart! Don't ask many things you shouldn't ask, otherwise it will be very dangerous."

His seemingly reminding words made Watanabe Shiraki feel chilled in his bones. At that moment, he suddenly ignored it. The alien in front of him came from the Mocun family and held mysterious means that many people did not know. They called it "art". What it was, he didn't know, but he knew that it was a mysterious and powerful force that was difficult to explain with current science. Everything is relative, and it is difficult to explain clearly, or it does not mean that they do not exist. Under normal thinking, there will be blind spots, and these blind spots usually have some mysterious things.

At this time, two men in black robe jumped off the ring and bowed and nodded at Chiyo Momura. Then, as he came, standing behind him, one left and one right.

Chiyo Momura stretched his waist and let out a comfortable moan in his throat. Then he raised his hand to greet Shigeru Watanabe, "The matter is done. We can leave now."

"Oh, um." Watanabe Seiichi, who was walking beside Chiyo Momura, didn't know what the two men in black robes had done on the ring just now. In his opinion, they just walked around the ring for a few rounds and then jumped down. Seeing this, they wouldn't think so ignorantly. He knew that the facts would definitely not be so simple. He temporarily suppressed the questions in his heart, because now is not the time to ask. Let's talk about everything after leaving here.

The platform has been built, and it is time to enjoy the drama and receive the results. As the first executor of this task, he needs to know the detailed inside story. Moreover, he firmly believes that without touching the bottom line, he believes that Chiyo Momura will not hide anything from him in this matter.

At the entrance of the venue, the security guard watched several people get in the car and leave, and then he felt completely relieved. He pulled his fingers and calculated. The more he calculated, the more he felt, the more he felt, and he smiled. At most ten minutes, he would earn 50,000 yuan. Ha! This transaction was so wonderful! His waist was bulging, and he felt that his waist was much harder than usual. With confidence, the world in his eyes became wider and bigger, and he looked beautiful everywhere. In the past, he just thought that Zhengzhou was big, but it was ugly and disgusting. There was no place for him to stay in a country man. However, tonight, he realized that the night in Zhengzhou was so beautiful, and it was even more beautiful than the big breasts that were white and tender as if they were steamed buns in the village.

Damn, I used to be able to see, not touch, and I was also spit several times. Damn! I am rich now, who dares to say that I am not promising in the future. I looked carefully and looked at the outside world and then twisted the knob, lowered my head and whispered to the intercom that was blocked on my left chest: "Old Qi, those people have left. Hurry up and share the money by my buddy."

Shasha, someone asked urgently in the noise inside the walkie-talkie: "Wait a minute, I'm not convenient to speak now, let's talk... Shashasha.... Hello? Hey? Lao Yang? Are you still there? How much did you give? Is there two thousand yuan?"

The security guard, known as Lao Yang, approached the walkie-talkie microphone, covered it with his hands, and carefully lowered his voice: "It's rare, it's a total of 5,000 yuan. Hurry up, as we agreed at the beginning, we are half of each of us."

"Okay, Lao Yang, wait for me, let's go."

"Okay, hurry up, I'll wait for you at the entrance on the east side." Turn off the intercom and spit hard at the side. But he said in his heart: "Damn, if I hadn't been busy alone, I would need your boy to help you and find an excuse to send away the other two guys on duty. I don't want to give you a penny. Fuck, 2,500 yuan! Damn, it's more than a month's salary. It's cheaper."

After cursing in his heart, the security guard surnamed Yang, with a buzz cut, square face, and a short and dumb suddenly felt like he was thinking about it. Apart from 2,500, there were still 47,000 left! I still earned a lot! He carried his hands behind his back, shook his hand three times, humming the "Chaoyanggou" selection among the famous Henan opera sections, and walked around and entered the venue.

...

After leaving the East Lake Stadium, Shiroichi Watanabe went back to the temporary residence. Although Shiroichi Watanabe has an official identity, traveling by embassy officials is a big deal and will attract the strict attention of the local national security department. Therefore, he traveled secretly as a private person. It is not advisable to show up too much, and even the temporary residence is not chosen in the downtown area. Instead, a villa bought by a Japanese businessman in the suburbs.

The mist was filled with water, and Watanabe Seiichi was soaked in the bathtub, closing his eyes and resting his head on the edge of the tank. The more he thought about it, the more curious he became. At the same time, he was increasingly anxious to know what the two men in black robe had done on the ring. Suddenly he opened his eyes, and he burst out of the bathtub with a naked body. He had to go to Chiyo Momura to ask clearly. He couldn't wait any longer.

A few minutes later, Watanabe Seiji, who was dressed neatly, knocked on Chiyo's door of Momura.

"Mr. Momura? Do you have time? I'm Watanabe, I want to talk to you."

The door opened, Chiyo Momura had a high hair, a slender and soft neck, a round collarbone exposed inside the collar, and a fair and pink skin that looked like a woman's skin was flushed. The fragrant wind was blowing. She was wearing a pink nightgown. Obviously, she had just finished taking a shower. She had a lady's cigarette between her fingers. She leaned against the threshold, and her eyes were rippling like water lines. "It's so late, Mr. Watanabe came to me to talk about? Heart-to-heart? Love? Or do you want to leave out unnecessary previews with my sister and have a physical exchange directly, and have a deepest and deepest communication between you and me? Don't worry, I have many ways to make you want to die!"
Chapter completed!