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The internal information of Toshiba employees is high-end information, and the information of target family members is low-end information. This is obtained from two different channels.

Sean personally presided over the investigation work, and everyone's enthusiasm became very high. Even if there was nothing to do, they had to look busy.

After spending a lot of money, in just 5 days, Sean basically completed the target locking. Apart from Hiroaki Tanimura and Ryuji Hayashi, 12 people entered the target range.

At this time, the guided missile destroyer fleet had also set off from the Philippines and was still three days away from the Sea of ​​Japan.

Everything is ready!

"Bring these people here tonight." Sean ordered. He was not a government employee. He didn't need to care about means or whether it was illegal.

Why, do the Japanese still dare to capture him?

…

night.

Kensuke Horiwai came out of the building after working overtime and walked to the parking lot. He said goodbye to his colleagues as usual, opened the car door and got in.

When the vehicle started and he was about to reverse, he suddenly felt something cold and hard being pressed against the back of his head. He subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car and saw a white man looking at him expressionlessly.

For a moment, Horikai Kensuke felt that his mind went blank, his whole body felt weak, and his clothes were wet with cold sweat.

"Keep quiet, or you'll be shot!" The white man pushed the gun in his hand.

"Okay, okay." Horikai said, not daring to move his head.

"Very good, it seems you are smarter than I thought. Now, follow my instructions and drive the car out first." The white man whispered: "You'd better promise to be the same as usual and don't let anyone else

People are suspicious, otherwise, for safety reasons, I will have no choice but to kill you to silence you."

"clear!"

"I understand, I understand, I will definitely cooperate!" Kensuke Horai nodded frantically.

…

At the door of an izakaya, a drunk man walked out. After saying goodbye to the people next to him, he stood staggeringly on the side of the street. He waved to stop the car. A car drove up beside him, the door opened, and he was pulled directly into the car.

Near a house, a car was stopped. The car owner pressed down the window to see what was going on, but his head was held at gunpoint...

…

Quietly and without causing any disturbance, all 12 people in Tokyo were taken away.

That night, people were taken directly and openly to Sean's house in the suburbs.

The 12 people all saw each other, but their mouths were sealed with tape and they could not communicate, but their eyes could still be seen.

Sean didn't say anything, he just sat in the lobby with his legs crossed and watched. Akina Nakamori was making tea and serving the old man.

After watching for a while, Sean raised his finger and pointed at a few of them, "He, he, him, let them go and teach them how to behave."

Torre waved his hand, and Sean pointed out a few people who were pushed out. Someone would tell them to keep it secret, and they didn't have the guts to talk nonsense.

Of course, the key is that Sean is not afraid of leaks!

"Do you know why I let those people go and left them here?" Sean didn't look at the panicked people who stayed where they were. Instead, he smiled and asked Akina Nakamori next to him.

"I don't know." Zhongsen shook his head.

"Humans, when they are worried, they will always make some protective actions subconsciously." Sean looked at the people standing there with a half-smile, "The most convenient way is to talk, such as asking

Questions like 'Why are you arresting me', 'What's wrong with me' and 'I don't know you'."

"So, I ordered someone to stop their mouths in advance, so the only way they have to communicate is with their eyes."

These words made the faces of several people present turn pale instantly, and they subconsciously looked at others. They moved their necks and then forced them to lower their heads. The movements were awkward and funny.

"As for eye contact, it must be someone you are very familiar with, or someone you are closely related to because of some unspeakable things."

"Then, we can determine who we are looking for just by observing!"

"The next thing that needs to be done is simple. They just need to create a prisoner's dilemma. They can't be sure whether others have said something. Then, out of the instinct to protect their own lives and make themselves more valuable, they will tell everything."

After saying that, Sean showed a sarcastic smile and waved his hand, "Take them down and ask them individually. Those who are valuable will ensure the safety of his and his family's life and property. If they are worthless, let them fend for themselves."

!”

A few simple words directly caused the person who was captured to collapse.

This is called conspiracy, and the core principle of interrogation is to break the psychological defenses of the person being interrogated.

Now they only have one idea, I recruit, I recruit, give me a chance to speak!

At this point, Sean doesn't need to take care of the rest.

Half an hour later, a complete process report appeared on Sean's desk, including video recording of the entire process and signatures.

"Tsk, tsk, that's too rough." Sean pouted, "Okay, take all the people away, including their families, control them, and send them to the United States."

That's enough.

…

On the other side, President Sumiyoshi received the following report: Recently, foreign forces are inquiring about Toshiba employees.

The people below didn't know what this meant, but Toshiba's name was here, so he reported it as usual.

Although the president of Sumiyoshi Kai is a gangster, he is still politically sensitive. Recently, there has been a wave of anti-Japanese products in the United States and even around the world, and Toshiba is at the forefront.

Although he was not sure whether it was related to this matter, it did not deter him from selling his favor.

On the same day, he ordered to pay close attention to it.

The next morning, more detailed information was sent. Someone was indeed targeting Toshiba, the list was out, and there were changes in their family members.

Upon receiving the news, President Sumiyoshi felt something unusual and immediately called Toshiba President Fumio Sato.

After expressing his gratitude, Sato Fumio entrusted people from the Sumiyoshi Association to help investigate who was responsible for causing trouble before hanging up the phone. His face immediately darkened. It was stormy outside now. If there were problems internally, the matter would be serious.

He must pay attention.

I asked my secretary to check the list and see that most of them were from the Machine Tool Division.

Immediately ordered Hiroaki Tanimura to be called over.

Before Hiroaki Tanimura arrived, Fumio Sato closed his eyes and meditated on the problems of the machine tool division. He suddenly thought of an old incident, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

The Ministry of International Trade and Industry investigated the Machine Tool Division four years ago, but it was quickly proven to be a false accusation. Toshiba encounters this kind of thing several times every year. After all, Toshiba is too big and has seized the market of so many companies.

Therefore, Toshiba executives did not care.

But if things are true...

Just as he was thinking about it, Hiroaki Tanimura knocked on the door and walked in, "Mr. President!"

Fumio Sato said nothing with a cold face, and just threw the piece of paper in his hand to the ground.

Tanimura Hiroaki was startled. He bent over and picked up the paper. There were some names on it, all of which belonged to him. But, what's the problem with this?

Looking at the confused Tanimura Hiroaki, Sato Fumio snorted heavily, "There are foreigners investigating them. Tell me, have they come to work today?"

The words "foreigner" and "investigation" sounded like thunder in Hiroaki Tanimura's mind, instantly giving him some bad associations...

Lenovo is really bad!

His face turned pale, and beads of sweat broke out uncontrollably on his face, "No, I didn't go to work."

"Bagayalu, tell me, what are you hiding from the company!" Fumio Sato had blue veins on his head and looked at Hiroaki Tanimura fiercely. He understood that there is no fish in water until it is clear, and he also understood that the people below would take advantage of their positions.

You just want to make some money, but you have to pay attention to your sense of propriety!

Hiroaki Tanimura opened his mouth. He had done so many things by taking advantage of his position over the years. How could he know what these foreigners were investigating? Now that the senior officials are asking him, he doesn't know what to explain.

If you say too much, you are not being stupid.

Seeing Tanimura's appearance, Sato Fumio became even more angry, "You are hesitant, how many things are you hiding!"

"Tell me the most serious thing!"

Just as Hiroaki Tanimura was about to speak, the phone on the table rang again. Sato Fumio had to stop questioning and pick up the phone, "Hello, I'm Sato Fumio."

"Mr. Sato, it's me. The seriousness of the matter is beyond our imagination. You must be mentally prepared!"

Sato Fumio was surprised. The caller was the president of Sumiyoshi Club. "I'm causing trouble for you, please tell me."

"Just now our people discovered that the other party was helping those under investigation to evacuate their families. The other party was very professional, very vigilant, and very ruthless. As soon as they discovered that our people directly pulled out their guns, one of us was shot and three of us were arrested."

"Are you sure you want to continue the investigation?" President Sumiyoshi asked in a deep voice.

In the past, it was help and communication between him and Fumio Sato, but now the situation has escalated and the other party is a hard nut. So if Toshiba wants to continue the investigation, it will be a matter between Toshiba and Sumiyoshi Kai.

Not only do you need to give money, but you also need to get favors.

Sato Fumio was dumbfounded and started shooting directly?

In Tokyo?

These people are crazy!

Who is so bold? Not even the CIA would dare to do this openly.

The other party's reaction was obvious, and the seriousness of the problem was beyond imagination.

"Investigate, but you must be careful. I just need to know who the other party is, and there must be no more conflicts." Sato Fumio said repeatedly.

After hanging up the phone, Fumio Sato took a deep breath and looked at Hiroaki Tanimura. His tone lost the anger just now, "The people who were investigating your men were evacuating your family members, and they opened fire."

Hiroaki Tanimura:!!!

It’s over!

Hiroaki Tanimura stood there dumbly, sweat dripping from his forehead. This look frightened Fumio Sato.

It's not a big deal, so you won't be scared like this, which also means that Toshiba can't escape!

"Speak quickly!" Sato Fumio shouted loudly.

"Four years ago, I, I sold 4 sets of five-axis machine tools to Lao Maozi..." After saying that, Hiroaki Tanimura seemed to have been drained of strength and sat down on the ground.

Fumio Sato opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Hiroaki Tanimura, his mind going blank!

It’s over!

Got it!

Five-axis CNC machine tools are now the pinnacle products of Western precision machinery. They represent the basic level of a country's industry and the ultimate state it can achieve.

It has a wide range of application environments. On the surface, four sets of five-axis CNC machine tools may seem to have limited improvement in the overall industrial level of a country, but they can play a vital role in the military industry.

Today, the only people in the world who can challenge the US military industry are Lao Maozi, and Hiroaki Tanimura is the one who sold to them!

It is certain that those investigating are Americans. Combined with the current anti-Japanese sentiment in the United States...

Toshiba, pills!

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Sato Fumio became. When he looked at Tanimura Hiroaki, his eyes were full of murderous intent. He really wanted to kill this idiot with a thousand knives, but his reason told him that he could not do this.

He must now control Hiroaki Tanimura and at least save his life.

In the future, he will need to be handed over to top the tank, if necessary.

The atmosphere in the office was very depressing, no one spoke, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Until the phone on the table rang again, "Well, okay, please, Toshiba will not forget, okay, I understand."

Sato Fumio picked up the pen and wrote an address on the desktop, then picked up the phone again and dialed.

The Sumiyoshi Association only found out where those people lived, but they didn't dare to get close, let alone who lived there.

Although Sean often comes out for interviews, he rarely shows his face. The level of information is too high for Sumiyoshi to have access to.

But it's not difficult for Toshiba to find out.

I quickly obtained information from the government. The property apparently belonged to Akina Nakamori, but it was indeed purchased by Sean Rockefeller.

It's not the CIA. Not only did this not make Fumio Sato relax, it actually made him even more nervous.

If it were the U.S. government, it would be good to say that politicians can be bribed. After all, Reagan will step down in two years, and the price of bribery will not be too high.

But if it was Sean who took action, things would be in trouble.

Politicians are nothing after they step down, but the super rich will always be the super rich!

Power belongs to the individual!

Sean's appetite is not comparable to that of the U.S. government.

Throwing all the information in front of Tanimura Hiroaki, Sato Fumio said coldly: "Look at the good things you have done!"

A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor. He is the one who caused the problem. Let's see if he can do anything.

Kneeling on the ground, Hiroaki Tanimura quickly looked through the information. In the face of life and death crises, people's potential can always be maximized.

Not long after, Hiroaki Tanimura suddenly looked up at Fumio Sato, and said with murderous intent in his eyes: "Kill them, and everything will be smoothed out!"

Sato Fumio's eyelids twitched. He suppressed the emotions in his heart and asked calmly: "Who are you going to kill!?"

"Sean!" Tanimura Hiroaki roared with a ferocious face and red eyes: "The cause of everything is because of him. It was he who launched the Sony acquisition case, and it was his TV station that promoted it, which triggered a series of anti-Japanese agitation.

, and now he is investigating our Toshiba."

"It's all him. If he dies, no one will target us anymore!"

Sato Fumio looked at the crazy Tanimura Hiroaki and suddenly picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it.

With a 'pop' sound, the tea cup bloomed on Tanimura Hiroaki's head, and blood started to flow down.

Sato Fumio was still upset. He stood up from his seat, rushed to Tanimura Hiroaki and kicked him. While kicking, he yelled, "Bagaya, you idiot, go to hell!!"

After kicking her hard for more than a dozen times until she was exhausted, she panted and sat down on the sofa nearby!

Looking at the confused Tanimura Hiroaki, Sato Fumio cursed: "Tell me now, are you awake?"

"Sober, but why?" Hiroaki Tanimura lowered his head and asked.

"Idiot, let me ask you, how many people have been assassinated by the president of the United States."

"Four people were assassinated, Abraham Lincoln, James Garfield, William McKinley, John Leddy, and five others were assassinated, Andrew Jackson, Franklin Roosevelt, Harry

·Truman, Lald Ford, and current President Ronald Reagan." Hiroaki Tanimura knows them all.

"So far, a total of 40 presidents have been produced in the United States, with a one-tenth mortality rate, a one-fifth chance of being assassinated, and a narrow escape from death. Is there any more dangerous profession than this?" Fumio Sato tilted his head and looked at it.

Hiroaki Tanimura.

Hiroaki Tanimura shook his head.

"Then have you heard of any super-rich man being assassinated in modern times?" Sato Fumio continued to ask.

Hiroaki Tanimura was stunned.

The facts are before our eyes. The most powerful people in the world's largest country can be assassinated, and the death rate is very high.

However, no one dares to assassinate the real rich man!

The power of the president is given by the state, not by himself.

The rights of a rich man are given by his own money.

When money speaks, all truth is silent - Rothschild

Anyone who dares to assassinate a rich man will not only be retaliated by the rich man himself, but will also be targeted by other rich men.

This is provoking the entire wealthy class. No one can save him, including his family and the interest groups behind him. Everyone will die!

Sato Fumio raised his foot and kicked him over, "I asked you to find a way, not to send us all to hell!"

"If you dare to do this, the Mitsui Consortium will send everyone involved to die together without the Americans taking action!"

Sato Fumio shook his head, picked up the phone and called his secretary to come in and said: "Ask the company security to come over."

"Take him down, keep an eye on him, and don't let anything happen to him."

The office fell silent for a long time. Sato Fumio picked up the phone and dialed Sumiyoshi Kai, "Can you control the family members of those people on the list?"

"Who are those people?" the president of Sumiyoshi Club asked after thinking for a while.

"Probably the umbrella guy."

"You think highly of me, thank you, farewell!" President Sumiyoshi Club hung up the phone with a bang.

Why are you kidding me? I'm just a gangster, and you want me to go against the world's largest military contractor?

How fucking crazy do I have to be?

There is no need for a fleet or anything like that, just sending one hundred and eighty people can uproot the Sumiyoshi Society!

While he was cursing Fumio Sato in his mind that he was not a human being and wanted to push him into the fire pit, he heard rapid and rhythmic gunshots outside the door.

"Da da da" "ta da da" "ta da da"

What followed were exclamations and screams. The president of Sumiyoshi Club suddenly stood up with a solemn look on his face, "Come here, what's going on outside!"

"President, there is an attack. The person is fully armed and wearing a mask. I can't tell who he is, but he is dressed like an American!" A young man ran in and said with a panicked look on his face.

"What!" President Sumiyoshi Kai's head buzzed, and his body shook and he was about to fall to the ground.

No need to ask, I already guessed in my mind who it might be!

Just, why!!

Just because I looked at you one more time in the crowd!

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

Just go through any gate and use C4 to carry out directional blasting. The moment the wall was blown open, three members of the assault team entered and swept through with shotguns and assault rifles.

Seven or eight of the dozen or so Sumiyoshi-kai members in the courtyard fell instantly.

"Run!" the president of Sumiyoshi Club shouted. He didn't care about his image. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes and turned around before running towards the back.

Call the police?

nonexistent!

Not to mention whether they would turn into corpses when the police came, or what would happen if the police arrested them, most likely they would secretly release them afterwards.

The person who died was a gangster, not a big shot, or someone who was trying to protect the law.

Resistance, then there is no such thing. We are just gangsters. They bully the weak and fear the strong. They have conflicts with the military. Are they mentally ill?

As long as you run out, a cold light flashes in the eyes of the president of Sumiyoshi Club!

Come to the door immediately and kowtow to apologize!

Just as he was thinking about it, his subordinates had already opened the car door, and the Sumiyoshi Club president was about to get in the car.

At this moment, a bang was heard at the back door, and bricks and stones were flying towards the courtyard.

The president of Sumiyoshi Club kneeled on the ground with a conditioned reflex, raising his hands high and lowering his head. His movements were very standard.

This smooth movement stunned the two men guarding him!

In such a stunned moment, gunshots rang out, and the two men fell straight to the ground with blood pouring from their chests.

President Sumiyoshi Club twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed secretly in his heart. After all, you are still too young to understand what "the leftover is king" means. Everything has to wait until you survive!

In a short but standard CQB battle, which only took three minutes, the villa of the Sumiyoshi Club president was captured and the president was captured.

Obviously, the president is knowledgeable, and gangsters can never compete with professional soldiers.

After identifying himself, Mr. President was handcuffed and taken away until the people under the umbrella completed their retreat, which only took 5 minutes.

But there was no sign of the police at this moment.

It's not that the alarm was not received, nor that the police arrived. With such fierce gunshots and explosions, even three or two policemen did not dare to approach!

An hour and a half later, the disgraced president knelt in front of Sean.

A 'bang' sound!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sean, for causing you trouble!"

What does it mean to have a good attitude!

Sean didn't say anything for a while, and the president of Sumiyoshi Club was sweating on his head.

"Following and investigating, Sumiyoshi is preparing to go to war with the umbrella?"

"Sir, Sumiyoshi doesn't dare to do it. You misunderstood. I just learned about your information from President Toshiba." President Sumiyoshi didn't dare to raise his head. He kept nodding to the ground and said, "We are the ones who offended you.

Please punish me, sir!"

"Damn it!" Sean turned his head and looked at Torre next to him, "These Japanese people always have such good attitudes that you can't even get angry."

"Okay, raise your head." Sean's tone softened, "A lot of you have died, you won't resent me, right?"

"Sir, you are worrying too much. Everything is just a misunderstanding. Everyone has misfortunes and misfortunes, which are all arranged by fate. No one is responsible." The president of Sumiyoshi Club said again.

"How about I apologize?" Sean said without sincerity.

"Why? You didn't kill someone, so why should you apologize?" the president of Sumiyoshi Club asked with a strange look on his face.

Sean bared his teeth and smiled. He was really convinced. He had always felt that he was quite shameless and had no bottom line.

But now it seems that I am still far behind!

Although I kill people and set fires, I am still a good person!