The night is already deep.

Kitahara just sat quietly on the chair in the guest room, looking at the materials Mikiko gave, holding the foreign wine glass in his hand, and took another sip. The ice cubes in the foreign wine glass collided together, making a crisp sound.

The foreign wine followed the tilt of the cup and flowed into the lawyer's throat. The unique ice cream sensation produced by the foreign wine under the influence of ice cubes stimulated the lawyer's physiological nerves and made him continue to think about the problem.

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After discovering that what he was facing was a huge money laundering network carefully woven by smuggling gangs, Beihara knew very well that the situation in front of him was extremely dangerous. Just one wrong step could lead to unpredictable catastrophic consequences. Just think a little bit.

, you can know that there are too many cakes from all parties involved.

Smuggling gangs, Nakamoto Shipbuilding, Kyoto University, industrial and research enterprises, the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, the Society for the Promotion of Academic Promotion... the roles and complex factional relationships here are impossible for an outsider to clarify in a short time. What should be done next?

, is the most reasonable. This is a question that requires careful consideration.

Kitahara looked at the materials on the table again and tapped his fingers on the administrative desk in the guest room. In addition to what to do, Kitahara was also thinking about another problem. That is - if people like Takeuchi and Okawara use industrial and research enterprises to launder money.

If you dare to do this kind of thing, then is there anything more outrageous, lawless and shocking?

If so, what else could it be?

The curtains in the guest room were not closed, and outside the window was the night view of the ancient city of Kyoto. The city of Kyoto did not have a bustling nightlife. At this moment, there were only a few sparse store lights visible outside, and some street lights.

The classical buildings that looked noble during the day, at night, looked like eerie monster stone statues, slowly opening their fangs.

The night in Kyoto is very dark.

It seemed like it was swallowing everything up.

Beiyuan continued to think. After an unknown amount of time, he picked up the wine glass in front of him, raised his head again, and drank the last foreign wine. Sitting in the room and thinking more was in vain. What exactly was waiting for him ahead?

, you still have to see it with your own eyes to know. Kitahara silently read the name of the company "Cangqiao Electronic Instrument Co., Ltd."

Since, this club has appeared in front of me twice.

It seems that I have to go and check it out in person.

Kitahara turned his chair, pressed the mouse on the laptop next to him, and quickly tapped the keyboard. Immediately, the web search results for Kurahashi Electronic Instrument Co., Ltd. immediately appeared on the web page.

In the dim guest room, the screen of the laptop flickered with a dazzling light.

On the screen is the website of Cangqiao Electronic Instrument Co., Ltd.

The page shows the address of this club——

No. 311, Fuqing City 641 Street, Nishikyo Ward, Kyoto.

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At the same moment when Kitahara decided to go on a field trip the next day——

Cangqiao Electronic Instrument Co., Ltd.——

No. 641 Street-311, Fusei City at night is actually located under a viaduct at a highway intersection. Although it is midnight, the trucks that suddenly pass by on the highway from time to time will make a huge roar of tires and the ground, which often breaks the scene.

The tranquility. The surrounding industrial buildings are already showing signs of dilapidation.

And the office building of this so-called Industrial Research Institute is no exception. The glass of the building has long been broken, and the door of the building below is also in disrepair. A large glass door tilted down at 45 degrees and was pressed under the beam.

There is a danger of collapse all around at any time. The thick dust on the ground and the rusty security post have shown that no one has been here for a long time.

However, in the abandoned underground garage next to it, there was a trace of light eerily coming out of a hidden ventilation fan. Where no one should be, there seemed to be a figure inside. In a corner deep in the abandoned underground garage

There, a middle-aged Western man wearing a black trench coat was standing there. He was wearing a black hood, and his blond hair was faintly flowing out. The mobile phone in his hand was shining brightly, and someone was making a call to him.

The expression of this Western man looks extremely cold, and the light blue irises of his eyes reveal an extremely cruel and sick look. This Western man is Eun-seok, a professional killer. On the campus of Kyoto University, women

When reporter Niwa sneaked into Okawara's Toyota car to search for information, Eun-seok was hiding in the corner, monitoring the female reporter's every move.

Enxi picked up the phone, glanced at the name of the caller, and frowned.

The person who called seemed to be someone he had to answer.

Then he pressed the call button and held it to his ear.

An Asian male voice came over: "I have arrived in Kyoto."

The person speaking on the other end of the phone is——

Parliamentary Secretary Kurosawa. The figure who loomed in the Kawamoto Expressway case and the Shogun Hotel case. A think-tank type figure who secretly operated for a certain congressman and controlled everything. At this moment, his voice actually appeared on the call of a killer.

of mobile phones.

And he, the parliamentary secretary, actually left Tokyo and came to Kyoto. For a parliamentary official, leaving Tokyo is an extremely rare thing.

"That gentleman attaches great importance to Eto's matter." Kurosawa's voice sounded, "So, I came to Kyoto in person this time. The latest intelligence shows that Eto is indeed in Kyoto. We must find him and put him to death.

He brought it to that gentleman. There was no room for failure in this plan."

"Okay." Enxi moved his mouth and replied in a slightly unfamiliar Japanese language.

"What are you doing."

"Get ready to catch a bug."

"insect?"

"Yes. It's a female reporter named Niwa. This reporter has been tracing the affairs of industrial and research enterprises. According to the information I have now, the clues she currently has may also include the possibility of being related to 'that gentleman'.

Generate relevant information. Therefore, as required, I will also eradicate her."

The professional killer also did not call the congressman by his first name, but instead referred to him as "that gentleman".

"Currently Eto is the most important task." Kurosawa's voice continued, "I have a way to solve it at the industrial and research enterprise, so you don't need to be distracted."

"Don't worry." The corner of Enxi's mouth turned up slightly, "I'm just a person who is used to making sure nothing goes wrong. I will do your things well, and I will do them well here as well. Please don't forget, it's the one who

Sir, you hired me, not you. Therefore, I will only act in a way that is most beneficial to the client."

As he spoke, Eun Xi showed an almost sickly smile.

After talking for a few more words, the foreign man immediately hung up the phone.

As if he was afraid that the feast would be disturbed, Enxi slowly put on a pair of leather gloves, took out a black duffel bag from the side, and opened the zipper with a "sizzle".

But the bag contained a wrench, an electric drill, several black plastic bags, tape, a dagger, screwdrivers... These tools seemed to be rusty. There was almost no light in the abandoned parking lot, except for a few nearly broken lights.

The light flashed from time to time. When the light hit the tools in the bag, the so-called rust spots showed traces like human blood when exposed to the light.

Eun-seok hummed an unknown song and arranged the tools in his duffel bag.

At this moment, his mobile phone was placed in the trunk of a nearby car that was already covered with dust.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated. The "click" sound was particularly harsh in this abandoned underground parking lot. However, a text message popped up on the phone. In the near darkness, the first thing displayed on the phone was the message sent.

The name of the believer - Niwa Marina -

The female reporter's name.

Then the content of the text message emerged——

"Hello. I am reporter Niwa. For confidentiality reasons, I changed this mobile phone number to talk to you. Last time you told me via email that you wanted to hand over the account book information of Ohawahara Industrial Research Enterprise to me. The delivery address is

It's at the underground parking lot at No. 641 Street-311, Fusei City. I think I remembered this address correctly. I'm on my way here now. There are not many taxis in the middle of the night. I'm very sorry. We should be there in 5 minutes."

Under the night, the female reporter who was eager to track down clues about the industrial research enterprise was rushing to Kurahashi Electronic Instrument Co., Ltd. However, Niwa, who had always been quite vigilant, relaxed his vigilance this time. The female reporter did not know yet that there was something going on there.
Chapter completed!