Apocalyptic Forecast

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In the hospital, in the silent corridor, everyone was silent and did not speak.

When the news of Fujimoto's imminent death weighed heavily on everyone, the original grace and calmness disappeared without a trace.

Undoubtedly, the replacement of leaders is a top priority for the Fujimoto team, which is now precarious.

Can't stand any accidents anymore.

Originally, everyone was ready for the upper rank of the mountain, but no one thought that the successor was not the "Rakuto" Yamashita, nor Ueno, the house, or the head of the head Takimura.

It's just a day of holding paper to join the gang.

Naked with paper.

The change happened suddenly. Regardless of whether everyone agrees or not, Fujimoto has already made his mind. He has used the prestige he has cultivated over the years to force everyone to accept this reality.

Those who did not accept it had already been executed by Yamashita himself.

No time for anyone to react.

Gao Ze, who had lived and died together for so many years, died under his brother's gun. It is true that everyone knows that he was a little bit careful, but Shan Shita's decision made everyone shudder.

Now, Yamashita was standing in front of the window, smoking a cigarette with his back to everyone, saying nothing or seeing his expression clearly.

Ueno did not speak either, his eyes wandering between the foot of the mountain and the door of the ward, his expression gloomy.

After a long time, the house as the finance and cashier held up his glasses and spoke first.

"There is a question, I have to ask it first."

He said: "Shanshita, I am the oldest here, and even my grandson is about to be born-I am the last person in the Fujimoto group. If you think I'm getting in the way, you might as well kill me. Right."

"The house, what are you talking about!" Ueno's eyes widened.

"Didn't Gao Ze just die? Why can't I die? We are the best, Ueno."

The house calmly said, "The survival of the community depends on the leader and the rules-everything can be sacrificed, but these two cannot be shaken. If you violate it, even your own people will have to kill, and they will kill more than outsiders. It is cruel and more decisive. If Gao Ze wants to get in the way and be a black sheep, he must die.

But Yamashita-kun, Yamashita Kuro, I have something to ask you. Asked the house, "what do you think? What do you think about the position of the team leader? "

He paused and asked in a cold voice, "Can you really accept a newcomer who has joined the Fujimoto group for less than a day and ride on your head?"

Yamashita finally turned around and looked at him, with bloodshot eyes, staring at him firmly.

The house looked over calmly.

In silent staring, Yamashita finally spoke and replied: "I understand what I just said. The boss meant what I meant."

"This is when the boss is still alive, but what if the boss dies?" The house asked, "What if the new boss does nothing? What if... the new group leader can't tolerate you?"

"Then send me to jail. I personally killed people. I have all the evidence. There is nothing to deny."

Yamashita looked down at the pistol in the inner pocket of his suit, and his expression became calm: "This is the boss's arrangement, I have no objection."

That was Fujimoto's last order.

The coldness and determination while dying.

After so many years of ups and downs, everyone no longer needed more words and expressions. At the moment he sighed, this determination had been conveyed to Shanxia's hands.

When that shot pulled the trigger, it represented that the leader's road down the mountain was completely disillusioned.

Not only to show loyalty to the second generation, but also a deadly handle.

If in the future there is a big disaster in the mountain, or if Fujimoto wants to get rid of it and attack Huaizhi after his death, this evidence will become his express train to the prison.

In a way, this may be the last care for the righteous brother Yamashita.

Unless it caused an extremely bad social impact, Yingzhou's law would not impose the death penalty on the prisoner-but it would. The rules of the extreme are stricter than the laws.

"Kinfen" makes "Zifen" die, and Zifen must die. If you can't hold the mountain with paper, you can't live under the mountain.

In this regard, Yamashita is ready.

At this time, what was most disturbing was not Yamashita and the house, but Ueno, who had the hottest temper.

Yamashita is Fujimoto's confidant, the person he trusts most in the entire group, and has been loyal for so many years. Even if he let the mountain go down and jump off the building immediately, the mountain will not frown at all.

The house is clerical. He was imprisoned for Fujimoto's boss 20 years ago. After he came out, he was half-retired. He managed all the companies and assets on the bright side. He seemed to have a solid position, but leaving and leaving was just a second-generation goal.

After so many years, he has made enough money, and he will not do anything irrational. On the contrary, he is more concerned about whether the Fujimoto team can continue to exist steadily, rather than being completely unrecognizable during the internal chaos.

Ueno is the only one who has no brains and always has thick lines.

What they do is also the job of a thug who licks blood.

Now the boss of Fujimoto suddenly said that he passed the position to a newcomer who had just joined.

His mind didn't react at all, and he didn't know what to say.

Gao Ze couldn't see the situation clearly, or he was fascinated by the position of the team leader. Seeing that Yamashita could not take the position, he relied on himself to get involved with Yoshida Hui.

You deserve it if you die.

Moreover, before that, Fujimoto had announced at the high-level reception that Huaizhi had become a full member of Green Sun. With Green Day as a support, Fujimoto's team may not be able to carry forward.

It's just that no one knows what this new second generation thinks.

"Actually, everyone, there is no need for you to be so pessimistic." Ueno grinned reluctantly, trying to boost the atmosphere: "Although everyone is the most conscientious, but Brother Fujimoto has never harmed his own people... …He chooses the pregnant paper, it should be his reason, right?"

No one spoke and responded.

After a short silence, through the door, I heard the rapid heartbeat alarm inside, and in the end, there was no sound. Everyone's faces gradually paled.

Fujimoto is dead.

Whether you like it or not, the future of Fujimoto's team will change. But at the same time, what came out of my heart was sorrow and sadness from the heart.

In silence, everyone looked at each other, waiting for the order from the other side. Only Yamashita lowered his head, took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, walked to the door first, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

No one responded behind the door.

After a long time, a deep voice came.

"come in."

In the room behind the door, the man on the bed had passed away, and there was no more breathing.

The figure with his back to them was sitting on the chair in front of the hospital bed, smoking quietly, the cyan smoke slowly rising from his fingertips, curled up in the sunlight shining through the window.

In silence, he stared at the sunlight outside the window without speaking.

It is still the original sluggish and casual dress, but for some reason, it makes people feel different from the past. It was different from the dazed young man just now.

"Are everyone here?"

The paper-carrying amateur turned his head, and when the bangs were flicked, the curved horns were exposed in the sun, without concealing it. Calm eyes swept past the crowd, for a long time, nodding slightly:

"If you are all here, just talk to Mr. Fujimoto separately."

He said: "You should all be grateful to him, and remember his last kindness, you know?"

Just like reprimanding a child who is ignorant, the owner of the pupils told them so. After condescendingly delivered the conclusion, no rebuttal was allowed.

Yes, don't ask too much, and don't need to doubt.

You just have to do it.

Obviously he was a newcomer on the second day of joining Ji Dao, but with such an arrogant and fierce attitude, he looked like a superior person.

Seeing that pair of eyes, everyone was involuntarily excited, but whether it came from respect for the second generation's purpose or thanks to Fujimoto for taking care of him, there was no reason to violate it.

All bend down and say goodbye respectfully to the deceased on the hospital bed.

No one spoke again until the paper silently smoked the cigarette and pinched it out in the vase beside the bed.

He turned his head, looked down the silent mountain, and suddenly asked:

"Where is the pistol?"

With that, Huai Shi stretched out her hand, moved towards the bottom of the mountain, spread her five fingers, and waited.

In the silent air, something was tightened again.

Yamashita raised his head, his expression twitched, and slowly raised his hand, pulling out the pistol from the holster in the inner pocket of the suit, and his finger seemed to fall on the trigger for a moment.

But soon, it was released like an electric shock.

Holding the handle of the gun, as if holding a hot soldering iron, stiff, hand it over.

Huai Shi raised his hand, grabbed the gun body, took the pistol from his hand, and then looked at the pistol in his hand. There was no problem and no signs of rust damage.

Well maintained.

He took out the silk scarf and simply wiped the gun body and handle of the pistol. After carefully wiping off irrelevant fingerprints, he held the handle of the gun and lifted it up without waiting for everyone to breathe.

Pull the trigger.

The high-pitched voice played again, and Gao Ze's corpse on the ground twitched and stopped moving.

"The pistol is good, a rare American, give it to me later."

He raised his eyes and gave orders to the surprised mountain, and without waiting for his consent, he kicked the pistol into his pocket at will.

Finally, I turned around ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and told everyone: "Wakazawa Fujimoto, who wanted to rebel against my orders, intended to rebel, has been killed by my own hands, understand?"

In the silence, everyone was stared at by those eyes and felt a panic.

Involuntarily bending down, respectfully agrees.

"——おさしず, dearly!"

"Very good, this is a good start, no matter what, I hope everyone can get along with each other in the future."

Huai Shi paused, turned her head, looked at the hospital bed behind her, the man who had passed away, for a long time, withdrew her gaze.

"Everyone first prepare for funerals and funerals."

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "Always let Mr. Fujimoto go more peacefully."

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