cladgroupofYakuzastrodetowardstheprivateelevators.Asecurityguardboweddeeplyandiedhiskeycard.Theelevatordoorsopenedandthemenwalkedinside,surroundingtheirbosslikevulturesaroundadeadcorpse.Hirayamafeltslightlyunfortablewithallthatflesharoundhim.

    “Takahashi-san,thatwassattheairport.Thegirlisintown.ForwhatIdonotknowbutsheisbookedintotheKeioPlazaHhthereinShinjuku.”

    “Hmm,”Takahashigruheelevatorspedtowardsthepenthouseoffithetopfloorofthebuilding.TheministerhadalreadyoverheardtheversationandwasshowinghisimpatiehavingtheinformatioedeventhoughitwasHirayama’sdutytoreportit.

    “Shouldwepickherup?”

    “No.Putadetailonher.Nothingspicuous.Reportwhatshe’supto.She’sinJapanforapurpose.Let’sseewhatshegetsupto.Evenmoreimportasseewhoelseisoail.”AllthissaidwhileTakahashiwaslookingupattheceilingoftheelevator,admiriailofthedécor.

    “Ofcourse,oyabun.”

    “Ifnothinghappensiy-fourhours,killherarievethesole.”

    “Ofcourse.”

    “Aherohehacker?”

    “Ihavesomemenonit.TheyarefollowingourquarrytoHongKong.Heseemstohavemadesomeiingfriends.”

    “Agency?”

    “Yesoyabun.”

    “Hmm.”

    “Oyabun?”

    “HongKongisaingchoi’tit?”

    “Itisindeed.”

    “ThereisonlyohathastheresourthegroundtomountthatkindofoperationfromHongKongandthatresortstothelowleveltacticsoffreelancehackers.”

    “Yes.HYDRA.BruceFouler.”

    “Thisisallgettingveryiing,”Takahashisaidsimplyastheyemergedintoanexquisiteroomfilledwiththekyodai,thetopdogsoftheYamaguchi-gumi.松语文学Www.1