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Chapter 915: The Mission Begins

Fuso Country, Tokyo City.Shanwu.com

As one of the largest international cities in Asia, Tokyo is densely populated with tall buildings. It looks like a bustling scene with bustling traffic and richness.

But just as there is light and darkness, there is sin hidden beneath the prosperous surface.

Tokyo is both a prosperous capital and a sin capital.

In this huge city with a population of tens of millions, there are at least a dozen murders every day, which are recorded by the police. More murders are unknown, drowning in the vast crowd, and not even splashing at all waves.

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Fusang is the only country that legalizes underworld organizations and is also a country that has a strict hierarchy and advocates force.

For the people in Fusang, it is natural for the weak to obey the strong, and the strong can do whatever they want to the weak.

Underworld gangs, major dojos, mercenary organizations, ninja organizations... many forces have taken over land and jointly controlled the underground world of Tokyo. Among them, the best can even take both black and white.

And the Human Resources Palace is an important member of these forces.

There are 23 districts in Tokyo, and the sphere of influence of the Hokkaido Palace covers Shibuya and Shinjuku.

However, even with the powerful force of the Renma Palace, these two districts cannot be completely controlled. After all, the Fusang government is not a vegetarian.

In the heart of Shibuya District, there is a building with a height of more than ten stories high, which is inconspicuous compared to the building with an average height of more than thirty stories around it. The headquarters of the Renma Palace is located in this building.

That’s right, the Renma Palace is so arrogant, and it openly built its headquarters in a downtown area.

In a room inside the building, there were crowds of people in the Mansion Palace, sitting upright, straightened his backs, and did not dare to take a breath.

Andrew sat on it, holding his chin with one hand and placing the other on the sand armrest, his eyes seemingly open and closed, like a napping tiger.

Although he had only been to Tokyo for a few days, he had completely controlled the Hokage Palace. Anyone who dared to resist him, without exception, was sent to hell to see Satan by himself.

As a transnational criminal organization, the Hokkaido Palace has extremely complex members, including Asians, Europeans and Africans. These evildoers from all over the world lower their eyebrows in front of Andrew, as quiet as chickens and as gentle as cats.

I don’t know how long it took, Andrew suddenly yawned, opened his eyes, and a ruthless light appeared in his scarlet pupils, which made people feel cold: “How is the matter I asked you to investigate?”

As soon as this said, it seemed as if a cold wind had blown by, and everyone was shocked.

A short and stubborn Asian man said with a tough bullet: "Sorry, your Excellency, the Yanhuang Republic has been under strict scrutiny recently, and we have not found a way to enter Donghai City."

"As expected.Shanwu.com"

Andrew changed his position, sat upright, and said lazily: "What about the other thing? How did Fein and Christen die? Have you always found out?"

Barron, a white man sitting under Andrew, said respectfully: "Yes, sir, have been found out."

"look."

"Read...Fein and the cadres died in a fierce battle with the police. Before they died, they also caused huge casualties to the Donghai City police. These news reports were reported."

Barron observed the expression on Andrew's face while telling.

"Baron, do you believe those words?"

Andrew raised his eyebrows and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Barron was shocked and lowered his head and said, "Your Excellency, although I don't want to believe it, based on the photos and videos circulating on the Internet, the truth seems to be like that..."

"When can't even ordinary people beat genetically modified people? Only idiots like you believe in the so-called news!"

Andrew's smile slowly disappeared, his eyes swept, and he said four words coldly: "A bunch of waste!"

"Sorry, Your Excellency!"

Everyone in the room stood up at the same time and bowed to Andrew to apologize, and each of them bent his waist to ninety degrees.

Andrew said coldly: "I don't care what method you use. Within five days, you must tell me the correct answer, otherwise you will go to Hokkaido to fish!"

Everyone bent their waists lower and dared not lift them for a long time.

"I am not a moody person. You are so incompetent. There are so many people who can't even find out about one piece of information. What's the point of keeping you?"

Andrew waved his hand in disgust: "Get out of here, Barron stay!"

Everyone looked at Barron with pity and bowed and exited the room.

Sweat came out of Barron's forehead. Even though he was a cruel and vicious person, he still felt extremely nervous and nervous when facing Andrew, who was emitting the aura of a ferocious beast on his body.

Andrew raised his legs and tapped his fingers gently on the sand armrest. He picked up the wine placed on the coffee table next to him and drank it all. He slowly said, "How is the recruitment of new members going?"

"Yes, there are a lot of people signing up, and we are investigating the background of the applicants to prevent spies and spies from getting into the organization."

Andrew said lightly: "There is no need to be so troublesome. Don't we have many competitors? Give them a list and ask them to submit votes. The more votes they submit, the higher their status in the organization in the future."

Barron's eyes lit up and he said admiringly: "This method is good. Why didn't I expect it to be yours, you can come up with such a powerful idea."

"This afternoon, you go to the airport to pick up a few people."

Andrew ignored Barron's compliment and narrowed his eyes: "The identities of those people must be kept secret and no mistakes should be allowed, do you know?"

Barron tightened his scalp and subconsciously raised his chest: "Yes!"

The same moment.

Lin Chong walked out of the terminal with his suitcase, like an ordinary person coming to travel, standing by the roadside with a pergola in his hand, looking around, looking at him at a loss.

Soon, a taxi drove from a distance and stopped in front of Lin Chong.

The taxi driver is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He has a thin figure and a sparse head. Perhaps because of too much pressure, he is in good spirits.

He spit out a series of Fusang words, took the initiative to open the car door, and asked Lin Chong to get on the car with great sincerity.

Lin Chong's eyes flashed. As Po Jun, who is responsible for lurking, assassinating, raiding, reconnaissance, and sabotaging missions in Beidou, he is proficient in many languages, so he knows what the driver is.

The driver's name is: "Are you here to travel to Fusang? Please let me serve you."

This sentence is ordinary and no one will doubt it.
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