Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 97 Tracking
Everything that happened before is all evidence of this situation.

Such unimaginable things can happen.

It doesn't seem so unacceptable that there is another Uchiha behind the scenes.

Itachi frowned.

There are thousands of thoughts in the mind.

no matter what.

All the answers will be revealed in the following speech by Ueno Kehiro in Ginza, Tokyo.

In order to win the reelection of the Prime Minister, the Progressive Party has made the senior politicians of the Democratic Party fall into a coma three times in a row. They cannot give up halfway the most critical part at the moment.

When.

Itachi can see what ghosts and monsters are hiding behind the Progressive Party.

It's the blood ghost technique of ghosts.

Or the even more outrageous Uchiha's Sharingan.

"Mr. Shadow!"

"The next speech in Ginza will be left to you."

"You must protect Mr. Ueno, he is our last spiritual pillar for the Democratic Party." Hiroya Saito bowed his head and begged.

After experiencing one after another of weird events.

In fact, there is already an uproar in the Weimin Party, and many politicians have already given birth to the heart of retreating, for fear that disaster will happen to them.

After all, people are fleshy, not steel and iron, not emotionless machines, they will be afraid, and they also have their own families. If something goes wrong, they will follow in the footsteps of Shigeru Saito and others, even if they become the ruling party. use it.

at the moment.

The stability of the Democratic Party is supported by Ueno Qiangxun.

Once something unexpected happened to Ueno Qiangxun.

The Democratic Party is really at the end of the road.

At that time, all the politicians will give up the fight with the Progressive Party in order to win forgiveness in the future.

People are like that.

The same reason why Saito Hiroya respects Itachi so much.

He didn't know the real situation of Mr. Shadow.

But he knew that this humble little guy would be the strongest weight to protect Mr. Ueno next.

Although difficult to understand.

But Hiroya Saito still pinned his hopes on him.

"This is my duty." Itachi just said softly.

Since he promised, he never broke his promise.

Saito Hiro said nothing.

Itachi looked at the blurred lights outside the shop.

Tokyo is full of fireworks.

The flow of people is like weaving.

There was a lot of noise.

It gives people a lively and warm feeling, but at the same time it reveals a vague feeling.

Can be seen but not touched.

perhaps.

It's because they don't belong to him.

He is just an outsider after all.

The world that belongs to him is the ninja world.

And his destination is Uchiha after all.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, Itachi must go back.

"Eel rice for two, please take it easy."

unconsciously.

The shopkeeper came with two bowls of steaming eel rice.

Itachi ate slowly.

The same goes for Saito Hiroshi.

About 10 minutes.

The two swept away the food in front of them.

The taste is acceptable.

It's just that the amount looks a bit shabby.

Itachi took out two tissues and wiped his mouth, then put his hand into his pocket.

"Mr. Ying, let me come." Saito Hiroya quickly stopped,
He glanced at the large menu hanging in the store, counted the amount, and took out a big bill, no more, no less, just right.

Meals in Tokyo are still much more expensive than other places.

After all, it is in this place where every inch of land is precious.

The shopkeeper did not reach out to take the banknotes, but looked at them coldly.

Saito Hiroshi was also a little puzzled, and muttered, "Shopkeeper, what's the matter?"

Itachi frowned.

The shopkeeper was still silent, for a long while, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he stood up with a slight smile, with a bit of coldness.

"Are you from out of town?"

Saito Hiroya was also taken aback.

As a politician, he naturally knew what the store in front of him wanted to do.

Usually, I have heard of many cases of shopkeepers in Tokyo slaughtering foreign visitors.

These guys claim to be the people of the capital.

He treats visitors from other places with a superior attitude.

There are even some extreme ones who despise the eyesores from other places.

Itachi was expressionless, just watching all this coldly.

"You don't want to kill customers, do you?" Saito Hiroya cut to the chase.

The shopkeeper smiled and said nothing.

Didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all.

Standing in front of him was a member of the current popular political party.

Although the party has not yet been in power, the rights it can have cannot be underestimated.

not to mention.

There is also a cold-faced killing god beside him.

Defrauding someone in front of him is simply asking for death!
"You guys from out of town will naturally pay more when you come to Tokyo." The store didn't hide it at all.

Saito Hiroshi was also furious.

Just as he was about to reveal his identity, he was held down by Itachi's shoulder beside him, who shook his head.

Then he took out a big bill from his pocket.

Floating in the air at will, drifting and falling to the ground.

"Let's go." Itachi said lightly.

He didn't want to waste time with such a dirty guy.

"Well. Hiro Saito didn't say much, nodded and wanted to leave.

The shopkeeper bent down behind him with a smirk on his face, picked up the big bill, and then checked the authenticity through the hanging light.

"Mr. Shadow."

Itachi merged into the crowd again.

Saito Hiroya followed closely behind him.

"Let you see a joke. Many businesses in Tokyo are like this. There is always a strange sense of superiority in the capital, and they think they are superior. But please rest assured that this store will never appear again tomorrow. Correspondingly, then Profiteers will also experience life behind bars."

He spoke softly.

Itachi didn't say much.

What to do with it is their business.

to be frank.

Itachi didn't even want to look at this kind of villain.

"Can you take me to see your father?"

"My father?" Saito Hiroya was startled.

"Yeah." Itachi nodded.

"Of course." Saito Hiroya readily agreed.

It's just that he was surprised.

Why did this young man who met by chance suddenly want to see his unconscious father?

Could it be that he has some unique means to bring his father back from the coma.

thought here.

Saito Hiroya's face gradually became more happy.

But soon, Itachi defeated his joy.

"I can't help your father."

Itachi naturally guessed Saito Hiroya's inner thoughts.

But unfortunately.

He is not some god who saves the suffering.

His medical level is only at the superficial level.

Sharingan can defeat soul consciousness, but it doesn't mean he can reshape soul consciousness.

The reason why I want to take a look at Saito Shigeru.

I just want to understand the other party's situation in more detail, so as to support my judgment.

Saito Hiroya lowered his head.

More or less lost.

The address of the hospital is a relatively remote place.

A place like this doesn't need an overly busy road section.

Patients still need a quieter place for recuperation.

go all the way.

The two rarely spoke.

Some words are just Saito Hiroya rambling.

10 minutes away.

Itachi's eyes gradually became sharper.

In the vast night, someone was actually following them.

I thought it was seamless.

But in front of Itachi, it is full of holes.

He stood still suddenly.

Saito Hiroya beside him was stunned, "Mr. Ying, what's the matter?"

Itachi didn't make a sound.

next second.

In Saito Hiroya's blank eyes, he galloped away like the wind.

In the time period when the hair rises and falls.

The ferret in front of him was gone.

Saito Hiroya looked around.

Finally, in the thick night, I saw the thin figure jumping like lightning in the air.

He stepped on a high wall.

Tucked into a courtyard.

With a scream, a black shadow jumped out of it.

Then it quickly appeared in front of him.

The whole process is no more than ten breaths.

Between lightning and flint.

As if nothing happened.

But many real things happened again.

Saito Hiroya stared in astonishment at Itachi in front of him, who didn't even take a breath.

He held a strange figure in his hand.

A solid man.

Being carried like a chicken cub.

His face was terrified.

Until now.

He still didn't recover, his pupils trembled slightly, and his mind filled with fear froze and analyzed why.

"Why are you following us?" Itachi threw the man to the ground heavily.

In the heavy voice.

The man bared his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood, with a pained and distorted expression.

Due to the existence of Saito Hiroya.

Itachi is not good at using Sharingan.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in the mood to interrogate this guy, just drag him into the illusion.

"This, this." Saito Hiroya was not relieved at the moment.

But he also had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

This strange man followed them, and after being spotted by Mr. Ying, he dragged him out. After performing a dazzled movement, this guy was thrown to the ground with a look of incomprehension.

The nerve-piercing pain instantly woke up the man a lot.

He sat up slowly.

He looked at the cold-faced Itachi in front of him in horror.

A fierce murderous intent overflowed from his body like the wind.

"I didn't follow."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Instead, there was a piercing howl.

Itachi used his toes to figure out what the guy was going to say next.

I didn't follow you, I was just walking around here, you misunderstood!

In short.

Excuse words like that.

But Itachi would never mistake an innocent person, the guy in front of him had been following them back and forth for at least half an hour.

It's just that Itachi didn't try to find him out.

On the one hand, he has no fear, and is not afraid of this guy lurking in the dark.

On the other hand, he also wanted to see what this guy was planning.

Right now.

The intent is simple and clear.

"Mr. Shadow!" Saito Hiroya couldn't help frowning when he saw the ferocious scene in front of him.

This seemingly ancient and modern youth actually broke the arm bone of this inexplicable man at that moment.

Sen Leng is fierce.

It's just an iron-faced killer.

Itachi looked at him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

He knew that what he was doing was not in compliance with the rules, but it would be a waste of time to reason with this guy.

Even if you are a saint who came into the world, you can't influence such a guy with your words.

Judging by Konoha's years of experience.

To deal with this kind of stubble is to control violence with violence.

Inflicting pain may not be the best way to solve things, but it's definitely not the fastest way.

"It's nothing. You can just ask, I don't see it." Saito Hiroya swallowed the words in his throat.

He wanted Itachi not to be so lawless, but this place is also the capital of the country, not to mention that he himself is a member of the political circle.

Being so unscrupulous, even the distinguished guest of Ueno Qiangxun is really a bit unjustifiable.

But looking at the other party's decisive appearance, a cold and sharp face seems to be piercing you in the next second.

Saito Hiroshi couldn't say these words anymore.

It was a feeling of fear born from the heart.

"Trouble." Itachi said softly.

The man with the broken arm bone under him looked terrified at the moment, curled up on the ground, trembling uncontrollably because of pain and fear.

"You know what to say." Itachi looked at him coldly.

At first, the man looked like a strong and unyielding man, but he was instantly defeated under Itachi's razor-like gaze.

He said tremblingly, "It's Yu Suzuki of the Progressive Party. He sent me to follow you. I didn't do anything else. I was just responsible for collecting your movements. And there is nothing I can do! Please don't kill me!" "

Itachi gave him too much oppression.

It was as if he was facing a mountain of knives in front of him.

The cold chill went straight to the chest, spreading along the blood vessels and dragging his whole body into the ice cellar.

"Suzuki Yuu?" Saito Hiroya frowned.

As the son of a high-level political figure of the Democratic Party, he also knows the information about Yu Suzuki very well.

Yu Suzuki is a well-known figure.

Once the leader of the Progressive Party, he became famous and hid behind the scenes but is still active on the political stage. Now he is the second in command of the Progressive Party and is second only to Ichiro Nakai. He is thoughtful and extremely cunning.

Such a person even sent someone to follow them.

Saito Hiroya naturally knew that the target was Mr. Kage in front of him, and his weight was not enough for Suzuki Yu to send someone to monitor and track him.

The occurrence of this kind of thing now means that the other party has already noticed Mr. Ying's arrival.

"Anyone else?"

Itachi asked.

He didn't know who the guy in front of Suzuki Yu was talking about, but looking at Saito Hiroya's expression, the latter should be very familiar with this guy.

"No more." The man didn't dare to lie.

The task entrusted to him at that time was to follow the ice-cold boy.

Without waiting for him to think about it.

A sharp pain hit from the neck.

Mixed with a strong sense of suffocation.

The world in front of my eyes was instantly plunged into darkness, and the voice lingering in my ears quickly faded away.

The body that had just sat up swayed and fell down again.

Saito Hiroya stared blankly at this scene.

The young-looking Mr. Ying in front of him was really sharp and decisive.

After confirming that all the information is correct, the funeral affairs are quickly processed.

There was no disturbance in the whole process.

It seems to be doing a rare and ordinary thing.

"Mr. Shadow" he was a little helpless.

"It won't cause you trouble, will it?" Itachi looked at him.

"No, no." Saito Hiroya spread his hands.

No matter how bad the Weimin Party is now, it is still the most popular political party in this country. Its status is second only to the ruling party, and he was born in a noble family and studied under Ueno Qiang. Everything will be solved easily.

"Then let's go." Itachi walked forward.

Saito Hiroya followed closely behind, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

(End of this chapter)