[K] Daily

?At eight o'clock in the morning, the not-so-scorching sun shines through the green branches and leaves onto the ground.

On the playground in the Scepter4 village, the team members wearing blue uniforms lined up in an orderly manner. Under the order of the headed woman wearing the same color uniform, they made uniform movements with their knives. The blade reflected the harsh light in the sun. Make a diagonal movement as if to tear the air.

Awashima's majestic voice echoed on the playground, and his sharp eyes lingered over every team member.

"That's great..." Daomingji said to himself in an envious tone while waving the knife, "The chief and Fushimi..."

Rigao took the opportunity of turning sideways to approach Daoming Temple, and said in a low voice, "Well, those two used to handle official business."

"But that's Okinawa." Daoming Si glanced at Rigao and said, "Don't you want to go?"

Awashima almost noticed Hidaka's sword-waving hand, so he calmed down and kept up with everyone's rhythm.

Daoming Si turned his face away and snickered.

Hidaka said dissatisfiedly, "Daoming Temple-san..."

Daoming Si looked at him with a pair of beady eyes: "Look, you want to go too."

"Well, of course," Hidaka said frankly, "If that matter is more difficult, maybe the head of the department will notify us to help."

Daoming Temple suddenly realized: "That's right."

"Concentrate!" Seeing the two problem children's discussion as if no one else was watching, Qiu Shan on the right hand side of Daoming Temple couldn't help but reminded.

Awashima's sight seemed to be swept by the cold wind of Siberia, and the two of them were so cold that they separated quickly.

Seeing the deputy director look away, Qiushan glanced at the sullen Daoming Si, and asked suspiciously, "Do you want to go to God so much?"

Daoming Si flattened his mouth and said nothing.

Akiyama felt helpless, silently counting how long the vacation would be, and after a while he said: "Let's go to Okinawa together when we are on vacation."

An abrupt voice suddenly sounded in the neat queue: "Really!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over, Hidaka was startled, and Akiyama nodded with a headache on his forehead.

Daoming Si cheered excitedly and threw himself on the opponent.

"You two!" A voice that was so cold that it was about to drop ice pierced through the ears of the crowd and exploded in the ears. Both of them froze. Awashima gave a condescending glance, "Run around the team building thirty times."

Daoming Si looked at Qiu Shan carefully who was dragged into the water by him with a bitter face, Qiu Shan dropped his shoulders helplessly, and dragged the problem child to run around.

It was close to noon when we took off from Haneda Airport and arrived in Okinawa. The military helicopter was parked on the dedicated airfield. A handsome and elegant young man wearing thin metal-framed glasses and another delicate and gentle boy wearing black-framed glasses passed from the VIPs one after the other. After leaving the passage, a high-end car was waiting at the door as soon as we left the airport.

"Is this considered a public tour?" After getting on the bus, Fushimi couldn't help complaining.

"No," Munakata looked away from the document in his hand, pushed down his glasses and said in a serious tone, "it's just work."

"To see the sea?"

Zong Xiang raised the document in his hand and said with a smile, "This is also part of the job."

"..." Fushimi turned his face away silently, and cast his eyes on the speeding scenery outside the car window. He had to admit that a thick skin is also one of the prerequisites for becoming a king.

Munakata put away the joke and said seriously: "Is there any new progress on this matter?"

Fushimi turned on the computer, tapped his fingers on the keyboard quickly to call up the data, then turned the screen to Munakata, and calmly analyzed: "Muto Takeru, male, 30 years old, from Osaka, his parents died when he was five years old, and he was brought up by relatives. After graduating from high school, I worked in an electrical appliance store for a period of time. I was fired for stealing, and then joined a local gang. Now I am a cadre in the organization. According to reliable sources, this batch of goods came from this organization. And the Okinawa stronghold is now in charge of this person.”

A flash of appreciation flashed in Zongxiang's eyes: "As expected of Fushimi-kun."

Fushimi continued unmoved: "Just now there was news from the inside that they will conduct a large-scale transaction at the abandoned warehouse in Long Island tomorrow night. And..." Fushimi paused, his expression became subtle, Munakata couldn't help but He glanced at him suspiciously.

"This Takeru Muto may have some connection with the Akagumi."

A disgusting face subconsciously appeared in his mind, Munakata's eyes flashed, and the lens reflected a cold light: "Ah, ah, what a worry-free guy." Even so, the corners of his mouth Can't stop rising.

Fushimi glanced at his boss indistinctly, and turned his head away, feeling as if he had been shown his face for no reason.

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, Fushimi said flatly: "There are many tourists in Okinawa this season, and they choose to conduct transactions on a remote and remote island. Possibly an outsider."

"Outsiders...?"

The smile on Munakata's face deepened, but there was a cold color in his eyes.

At the same time, a brutal violent game was going on in an underground bar in Naha.

There were more than a dozen burly bodyguards lying on the ground. The bar owner was lying on the cold ground with a bruised nose, like a dying dog. Apart from smashing a few tables, there was basically no loss in the shop. Under the dim light, he sat on the leather sofa in front of him. A young man, with one hand resting his head on the armrest, the other hand idly resting on the other side, with two slender legs wrapped in dark blue jeans spread out, silent from beginning to end However, his compelling aura made it impossible for anyone to ignore his powerful presence. He exuded a chilling aura and became the most distinctive presence in this dimly lit bar.There is no doubt that if this man has even the slightest thought of killing himself, he will not live a second longer.

"As long as you tell where that person named Takeru Muto is, we can let you go," the blond man with a Kansai accent said in a persuasive tone, "Why bother to ask for trouble, and our king can Not that patient."

The owner of the bar was trembling all over, but raised his head cautiously and bumped into a pair of dark golden eyes, which revealed a disturbing calmness, as if a silent active volcano could erupt terrifying magma to burn everything at any time, the iconic red head Silently declared a certain ominous color.

His back was drenched in cold sweat, his hands and feet were cold, the bar owner swallowed his saliva with difficulty, pinched his thigh, and said in a trembling voice: "I can tell you, but you must ensure my personal safety. "

"of course."

"and……"

The other party's hesitation obviously made Kusanagi impatient, and his tone was much colder: "What else?"

"...Money, I need a sum of money that is enough for me to live abroad," panic appeared in the eyes of this timid man, "If they find out that I leaked the news, the organization will definitely not let me go."

The whole bar fell into a dead silence until a deep laugh broke. The bar owner raised his face and stared at the laughing red-haired man in horror, as if infected by him, all the subordinates gathered around him also laughed, as if he Just told a funny joke.

The unscrupulousness of these people made him both angry and embarrassed, but in the end, fear prevailed, and he buried his head in embarrassment.

The man with a Kansai accent laughed for a while before he stopped. He lit a cigarette, took a puff and slowly exhaled the smoke ring, his squinting eyes were icy cold, and his mellow voice came out from his two thin lips: "What do you think now? Are you really qualified to negotiate terms?" When he said this, the laughter on both sides was obviously much smaller, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

The bar owner couldn't help shivering, and quickly reported an address: "Long Island, Warehouse No. 15."

A girl with white hair and red eyes took out a blood-red glass ball, held it up to observe the person in front of her through the glass ball, put her hand down after a while, and said in a unique voice: "He didn't lie."

"Well, it's impossible to lie under such circumstances," Kusanagi turned to Zhou Fang and asked, "What should we do now?"

"Burned."

The two words were so short that they were almost rude, but they sent out a strong signal, making the bar where the atmosphere had settled boil instantly, and the young people behind him shouted wantonly.

"NOBLOOD! NOBONE! NOASH!"

The one who shouted the loudest was a boy with orange hair, his face was bright.

"What a group of hot-blooded guys." Kusanagi said helplessly.

Anna stared at everything calmly.

"I can give you a sum of money, and you don't need to go abroad." Facing the suspicious eyes of the bar owner, Kusanagi smiled meaningfully, "Whether it's Takeru Muto or that organization will officially disappear from Japan's territory starting today .”

This is neither a declaration nor a threat, just a statement of an established fact.

Everything that happened on this day will become a terrible nightmare, reminding the cowardly man who once betrayed his companions all the time in his later life that there is a force more terrifying than the rule of law in this country and this world.

"Respect," after coming out of the underground bar, Kusanagi opened the terminal and received a text message from a beautiful female civil servant. She clicked on it and saw a suspicious arc on the corner of her lips, and turned to Wang Dao, who was beside her with a tired face, "Just now Li-chan sent me a message..." There was a pause in the middle of the speech.

Zhou Fang glanced uninterestedly at Kusanagi who was playing tricks.

Kusanagi raised a subtle smile and continued: "Qing Wang is currently in Okinawa due to official business."

Sure enough, the eyes of Wang, who was bored just now, suddenly changed, and a deep smile squeezed out of his throat.

"Ah."

Munakata and Fushimi stayed in a local star-rated hotel. Due to its high price, there were relatively few guests compared to other hotels, except for a few government officials who were mainly rich.

Fushimi looked around in the luxurious and luxurious high-end suite, and asked Munakata expressionlessly: "The expenses for this official trip should not be within the scope of Scepter4."

Munakata smiled and nodded, with a natural expression: "All the expenses will be borne by the Institution of Time."

Rao Fushimi couldn't help but mourn for the adult in the imperial pillar tower. The black-bellied boss really spared no effort to trick the old man.

After Fushimi complained silently to his boss, he returned to his room to wait for the next instructions and packed his luggage, although there were only a few changes of clothes and a computer.

I thought it was a night of peace and tranquility, but what happened afterwards caught everyone by surprise.

That night, a large-scale explosion occurred in the XX Hotel.

Note: Feishiyuan is the title of the Golden Clan.