I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

After leaving the villa in Jiangchen, the two just got on the police car and have not yet opened far. The old leader, Nakajima, whispered.

"Are you crazy? You suspect that the chairman of the Future People Group is the murderer of the disappearance of the villagers in Jinggu Village?"

"But it's suspicious, isn't it?" The shirt was arguing. "On the day of the incident, he came home very late. There was a maid in the villa. He just went back to his rental house last night."

"I think Mei Xing said it makes sense." The criminal police who drove back and said.

The old policeman snorted and dismissed his opinion: "Motivation? The chairman of a market value of 100 billion big group, will dirty his own hands to do this? Don't forget that we just came to understand the situation, since there is t The virus is handed over to the self-defense. The team investigators are going to do it. This big case is not managed by our small police station."

Resigned by the leadership, the criminal police driving the car sneered.

"Ito predecessors said it."

After a moment of pause, the police officer Ito, through the rearview mirror, stared at the eyes of the shirt, and said seriously.

"I warn you that this is not allowed to act without authorization. One is not good. This is a diplomatic dispute. It may even lead to more serious problems. Let's think about it!"

"Yes"

After a long delay, I sat down with a sentence, and the top of the shirt was looking at the side.

Although she agreed, her face was full of disapproval.

What is "the chairman of a market value of 100 billion large groups, will dirty his own hands to do this?", it is too strange to measure the quality of a person by assets! No matter from which point of view, his performance is very suspicious!

Taking a deep breath, the shirt on the top of the eye looked at the villa in the rearview mirror, and the eyes were stained with a bit of firmness.

Since you don't believe it, then I will prove it to you!

......

"Is it tight?"

"Oh... yes, it’s a bit big."

"Oh? Isn't it bigger?"

"No, it's hard to accept."

"So what?"

"Well, okay."

"Can you go in a little more?"

"No, I can't get in."

Thousands of summers tightened the toes into the boots, and the index finger raised the back of the boots. Jiang Chen smiled and looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

It feels good, just buy this pair!

"But... these shoes have 1 million yen, is this really good?" Looking at the label, Qian Xia’s eyes flashed with small stars, and unconsciously swallowed.

One million yen, which is equivalent to the deposit of most Japanese employees for one year.

"Nothing, I am in a good mood today." Jiang Chen smiled and took out the bank and paid the bill.

The waiter packed the shoes and handed them to the hands of Qian Xia.

Holding the bag on my chest, Qian Xia buried her head a little bit, not knowing what to think.

However, Jiang Chen did not notice this. In the area of ​​1 million yen, in terms of his assets, this money is nothing.

What's more, the yen is now cheaper like a piece of paper...

Under the leadership of the locals of Qian Xia, Jiang Chen still visited a lot of fun places all day. However, it is quite funny to say that many of the landmarks that the two have visited are already the industry under his name. For example, 109 Building, Shinjuku Commercial Street...

It is better to say that it is a patrol in the back garden than to travel.

Although the pedestrian traffic on the street has been sluggish after the virus crisis in the Sichuan River District, the shops here are still open for business.

During the whole day, Jiang Chen is basically walking around, and at night...

Hey.

Jiang Chen casually found an excuse to let the maidservant who led the way go home first.

The accompanying bodyguard has long helped him to smash the trailing reporter. After all, Jiang Chen attended the press conference two days ago, and now everyone knows that he is here. With his current worth and the media exposure that is not in line with his value, the reporter cannot be interested in him.

If you let those reporters follow, you can't play.

......

The sunny sky above Ise Bay is a good day for a holiday. If it is placed in peacetime, this golden yellow beach should be full of youthful and beautiful figures, but here at this time it is inaccessible. The whole sky of Japan is covered with dark clouds.

Can't see, the dark clouds that linger in people's hearts.

In the beach hotel next to Ise Bay, a white man sits at the table opposite an Asian man. There were two cold drinks on the table, falling on the water on the ice, reflecting two equally cold faces.

The white man looked at the table and took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Is there any news from Tanaka?"

Asian men shook their heads.

The white man was silent for two seconds and continued to ask.

"Can you contact my lord?"

The Asian man suddenly smiled and smiled very helplessly.

"You know, only Tanaka can."

Tanaka has been silent about the way he communicates with black ships. Even his confidant, he did not reveal more about the secret of the black ship. After all, for this semi-religious organization, maintaining the mystery of the "Pope" can keep members awe and maintain the cohesiveness of the organization.

However, the drawbacks of doing this are also obvious.

If he is a spiritual leader, once he dies, the whole organization will become a loose sand, and those secrets will be brought into the grave.

Tanaka obviously did not consider this.

He never thought that he would die one day...

"What about Charles? Why didn't our brothers in Europe come?" asked the Asian man.

"Charles is dead."

"Dead?" The Asian man’s face was a little surprised.

"Since the Rothschild family took power, our brothers in Europe have had a hard time. Willy will hunt us all over Europe. They think we have the golden apple in our hands... those idiots are just as annoying as flies. ""

There was a disgusting emotion between the eyebrows, and the white man paused. Then he said, "The situation in the Americas is getting worse. The action of Tanaka was too sloppy, and the missing pilot Gordon was found in Singapore. People have begun to investigate us...on the Japanese side?"

"T virus leaked, the Japanese authorities and Takeda Pharmaceutical turned to us." The shame of the Asian man's face was thicker, and the teeth biting the straw rubbed.

“What about the overall situation?” asked the white man.

“Very bad.” Asian men only answered three words.

"I think so too." The white man smiled bitterly.

The topic suddenly broke down, and the two sat silently, like a daze, as if thinking about the future.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Suddenly, the white man spoke again.

"You said... Since there is my Lord's blessing, why can't he be resurrected in Tanaka? He is the spokesperson chosen by my Lord, and shouldn't..."

"What do you mean by this?" Asian men faintly guessed what the white man wanted to say and could not help but frown.

"I mean, don't we... have we been abandoned?"

At the same time as this sentence was exported, both sides saw confusion from each other's pupils, and the fear of the bottomless.

What should I do next? (To be continued.)