Chapter 1310: The Gun Upstairs

Wang Qiao held a glass of sake, and his face was sad because this paragraph was only scraped. The son is very sad.

There is no doubt about this, since the middle of the Frankfurt Motor Show, to be exact, since Joe began to avenge his son, Joe felt that his life began to become more and more difficult. Although the cause of his son's death has not yet been clarified.

But the most important reason is not actually this, the reason that makes Joe Nishiwan's life difficult is the incessant attacks on the Yamaguchi group in various parts of Europe and the United States in the recent period. It's all about using the power of the Yamaguchi-gumi of Europe to do things for yourself.

West Net Joe is not stupid. Of course, he knew that this incident was definitely not a simple coincidence, and it was definitely indistinguishable from himself, and according to a series of clues he currently had, if his guess was not wrong, the cause of this incident came from his son.

Of course, as with the vast majority of Japanese on such issues, as long as the matter involves the Chinese. Nishioka Joe would never think that the mistake in this matter was caused by his own son. You can only blame the teenager who caused so much trouble for himself, caused the death of his son, and caused such a heavy injury to the Yamaguchi-gumi, probably the Chinese, and the culprit of all this is the damn Chinese teenager, if he lets himself catch this bastard. I must torture him with the most cruel torture.

Yi said that they had a Manchu ten tortures in China? Maybe it's a good thing to use on this too.

He didn't even think about it carefully, the reason why he continued to be unlucky was because his unlucky son provoked people who should not be provoked by the Japanese, and the deformed arrogance of the Japanese in the face of the Chinese made Xiwang Qiao instinctively blame Zhang Lan for all the reasons for this incident, although he didn't know who Zhang Lan was, and he didn't reflect on what he did not do well enough.

Two days ago, Nishiwang Qiao had returned to Japan, and reported to his master about his work during this time, Nishioka Qiao could see that his master was still very satisfied with his work during this time, but he asked about his own meaning in the recent incident of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Europe and the various branches in the Americas, but at this point, his master didn't seem to pay too much attention to it.

Unlike the European-style villas that many Japanese people yearn for, Nishiwang Qiao's residence is a traditional Japanese wooden house, and the layout of the house is a classic Japanese old-style house layout, and the room is furnished with typical Japanese furniture, if it is not for the fact that there are a few wall lamps that represent modern light in the room. It makes you wonder if the place you are in now is an ancient Japanese residence.

But it seems that at this moment, Nishiwang Joe is a little out of place with his surroundings, although this guy is wearing a traditional Japanese men's kimono and kneeling on the ground, but the tangled expression on this guy's face makes people wonder what this guy is thinking about now. The woman kneeling behind her in a traditional Japanese kimono was bowing her head softly and obediently, and she didn't dare to look at Nishiwang Qiao, and the squeaky Japanese art music sounded in the room. It makes people feel that the atmosphere in the room seems to be more eerie.

"Zygote, what do you think I should do?" Xiwang Qiao poured a glass of sake violently, and asked the woman behind him without looking back.

"It's up to the adults to decide." The woman behind her replied softly.

She knew very well that this master of her asked herself this, not really asking for her own opinion, but just saying something like this, if she really put forward any opinions, it would make her master unhappy.

"Hmm" Nishioka Qiao nodded, staring at the sake glass in his hand with a somewhat confused look on the sake glass he had just drunk, and he didn't know if he heard the words of the zygote, or rather, this guy didn't care about this problem at all.

Nishiwang Qiao is really depressed in his heart now, and now there is a faint saying in the Yamaguchi group that the reason why the Yamaguchi group met such a strong opponent this time. I didn't even have the strength to fight back, and if I pursued it, it was because Xiwang Qiao used the power of the organization to avenge his son that he provoked enemies that he couldn't provoke for the organization.

Although this voice is not very loud in the Yamaguchi-gumi, it can only be said to be weak, and the high-level officials in the organization have never expressed any opinion on this matter, but the appearance of this voice is not a good sign for Nishiwan Joe.

His son's revenge must be avenged! But now he is facing doubts about himself within the organization. Nishioka Qiao thinks, is there a better choice?

The phone rang suddenly at this time, and the phone that rang at this moment was like Sadako's life-chasing call in "Midnight Bell", which startled both people in the room.

The woman hurriedly picked up the number displayed on the telephone. Worry about everything. Bei then immediately took small steps to Xiwang Qiao's side, bowed down and said respectfully, "My lord, it's the phone number in the office of the head of the group." ”

Although the zygote was talking about the phone number of the office of the head of Yoshinome Watanabe; It wasn't said that it was Watanabe Yoshinori's call, but Nishioka Joe certainly understood. If it weren't for Yoshinori Watanabe's intentions, this call would never have come to him.

The phone number of Team Leader Yoshinome Watanabe? Xiwang Qiao's hand shook, and the sake that had just been poured in the cup in his hand suddenly spilled out, and all the loss was sprinkled on his black men's kimono with white vertical stripes, and he was a little surprised in his heart, with a hint of panic: What is the team leader calling me for at this time?

But at this time, Watanabe Fang called herself, and Nishiwang Qiao didn't think it was a good thing.

"Hello, I'm Xiwang Qiao." Although he wondered what was going on, Nishioka Joe didn't hesitate in the slightest, and instead quickly came to the phone with much faster movements than usual. Picked up the phone and said respectfully to the person on the phone, "What instructions do you have?" ”

"Hey! Hi! I don't know what the person on the phone said, Xiwang Qiao had an arrogant posture on weekdays, kept bowing to the phone, and looked respectful and humble, just like an ancient courtier who saw his emperor. ,

"Get me the car ready, I'm going to go out." After hanging up the phone, Xiwang Qiao turned his head and said to the zygote. There was excitement in his eyebrows that could not be concealed.

"Hey." The woman known as Zygoko nodded respectfully in response, bowing her head and withdrew.

Things can finally come to a happy end, Xiwang Qiao lit a cigarette and slowly spit out an eye circle. There is a sense of revenge in his heart, although he has not taken revenge yet, but after receiving this call, Xiwang Qiao knows that he is not far from the time of revenge, which is what Team leader Yoshinome Watanabe personally promised to himself.

This time, Xiwang Qiao did not let the driver drive, but drove it himself. The car he drove was not a car made by Mitsubishi Motor Co., Ltd., but a Mercedes-Benz.

Although the Japanese have been trying to catch up with the advanced level of the world's automobile manufacturing over the years, in their bones, their yearning and fanaticism for Mercedes-Benz cars, which represent the world's luxury car level, are indeed unimaginable to ordinary people. In Japan, if you drive a Mercedes Benz. All that was greeted was the respectful gaze of others.

The car sounded Nishioka Qiao's favorite light music, and the luxurious car audio system in Mercedes-Benz made the sound in the song almost restore the gentle fluttering in the car, Nishioka Qiao's hands were gently patting on the steering wheel, while comfortably sealing his eyes and humming in his mouth.

Although Joe Nishiwang prefers to listen to the famous Japanese song "Kimi-noyo" when he is at home, when he is driving in the car, Joe Nishiwang still likes soft music that can make him more relaxed.

It's already night. There are more points, but after entering the city, the number of pedestrians on the road has not decreased at all, and the traffic on the road comes and goes, making it feel more like it is now at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

Even though Joe was driving fast, the guy wasn't in the least worried about his fast drive. Joe once consulted a professional racing driver on his driving skills. As the president of Mitsubishi Motor Co., Ltd., in this regard, Nishiwang Qiao has an innate advantage, as long as Nishioka Joe wants to learn, no one dares not to teach seriously without twelve points of thought, and Nishiwang Joe is a person who can get twelve points of earnestness to learn.

Although there is a gap between the level of racing and the professional racers of the Japanese planing event, it is still possible to cope with such ordinary roads. The level of West Net Joe is still enough.

On the roof of a fifty-five-story building far away from Xiwang Qiao, a Kou-3 sniper rifle painted in dark blue and newly equipped even by the U.S. military is quietly erected there, and now, this high-precision concave 3 sniper rifle is being held in the hand of a guy wearing a black mask and wearing a black special combat uniform who is half-crouching on the edge of the building, like a sculpture on the top of the building, with the muzzle facing steadily. With the trajectory of Xiwang Joe's car on the road slowly moving, this guy's psychological quality is good enough, and he is not worried that he will be killed after falling.

For example, this kind of sniper rifle with a scope and a picotini rail and bullets that weighs more than kilograms, in the hands of any sniper, you must use the built-in two-legged bracket as a support, otherwise you want to ensure the accuracy of shooting, because this gun is too heavy, but now this sniper rifle with a weight of more than kilograms. It was so easily held by the man in black, but it seemed to be as light as nothing.