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Chapter 289 Chaos in the dark night
Shibuya, Ebisu.

Saijo luxury apartment.

The landlord Masao Toshijo was busy bringing warmth to the residents of 301, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be piled up by the smile, "Mrs. Akino, I know you have not been going well at work recently.

This is my little intention, I hope you can accept it. "

While talking, he handed over a new LV bag.

Qiuno waved her hands and said, "I'm sorry, this bag is too valuable. Please take it back."

"It doesn't matter. As the saying goes, famous brand bags will not cry unless they are in the hands of a beautiful woman."

With a smile on his face, Masao Saijo did not take back the gift he gave. Instead, he took Akino's white right hand, forced the LV bag into that hand, and closed it.

Before Akino could refuse again, he waved his hand and said, "Nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Uh."

Akino showed a trace of confusion on his face.

How could she not know that this old guy had bad intentions despite being highly educated, but the bag in his hand made her unable to refuse.

If you want to maintain a glamorous life, you must have famous brand embellishments.

But those famous brands cost a lot of money. In the current bad environment, people like her who consider themselves middle class have very high daily living expenses.

She sighed and put the bag away. At worst, she would return the bag later.

Masao Saijo walked away with a proud expression on his face when he heard the door closing.

If he is 56 years old, what he enjoys is probably having some interactions with the young ladies of his tenants.

Fulfill some responsibilities for those husbands who are busy with work or have no time to accompany them.

Whoever is the landlord must ensure the tenants' stay experience.

Not only here, the young ladies in the thirteen high-end apartments must be taken good care of.

He hummed, returned to his room, went straight to the study, and sat on a chair.

Masao Saijo turned on the computer skillfully.

Today's technology is so convenient. In the past, if he wanted to peek at something, he would have to go outside the room in person.

Now, as long as a hidden camera is installed in a rented room, you can peek into their lives.

Masao Saijo used these methods to understand the situation of those people, and then used money to attack them, or he used threats to identify someone's weak character.

"Let me take a look at Xiao Ai-chan today~"

Masao Saijo had a lewd expression on his face.

He had been eyeing the girl in 403 for a while. When he clicked the mouse, a girl lying on the bed appeared on the screen. She seemed to be worried about something.

"Hehe, in a little while, you will be mine."

A girl like this is the easiest to deal with. You only need to find some gangsters from the extreme to help intimidate the most popular person in the class, and let that person take the lead in bullying this person, and then you can slowly destroy her mind.

When the time comes, he will be able to succeed.

Masao Saijo thought about the excitement and picked up his mobile phone to call the girl who lived in 604.

"Nanase, come to my room right away and I will help you with your tutoring."

"Mr. Saijo, I'm not free."

"Nanase, you don't want your parents to worry about your affairs, right? Don't forget, who paid for the compensation when your boyfriend injured someone?"

Masao Saijo issued a threat.

After a brief silence, a response came from the other side, "Okay."

"Good boy," Saijo Masao hung up the phone, turned the surveillance to 604, watched the girl say a few words to her parents, and then walked out the door.

There was a smile on his face.

"Is this your interest?"

The sudden sound in his ears made Saijo Masao's heart almost jump out of his chest, and he was so frightened that he lost all interest.

He was old, but he didn't want others to discover his dirty interests and ruin his good reputation.

"who are you?"

Masao Saijo turned around, stared at the blond man in front of him, and threatened: "My son is a member of the House of Representatives, and it is illegal for you to break into a house illegally!
I can put you in jail for the rest of your life! "

"The so-called rules are for those who cannot survive without following the law."

Qingze raised his hand and used another ability of Miaoshou's rejuvenation to give the disease to Masao Saijo, "Since you like to move so much, let me never move again.

Full body paralysis. "

A trace of black mist emerged from his fingertips. Masao Saijo was so shocked when he saw this scene that he couldn't even react. He just stared at the mist blankly, doubting that this was not reality.

The fog suddenly penetrated into his mind.

"what!"

Only then did Masao Saijo let out a cry of terror, raising his head to avoid it, but the fog penetrated his mind.

Qingze used his telekinesis to support Masao Saijo's body and moved him back to the chair, "Enjoy your prison life."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a wisp of breeze and left the house.

……

After a while, the door was opened.

"I am coming."

Nanase's soft voice sounded. She bent down to take off her shoes and put on her home slippers. She walked into the living room and opened the study door when she found no one there.

To her surprise, the disgusting guy was sitting on the chair.

"Uh uh."

There were sounds coming from the mouth and drooling from the corners of the mouth.

Although it was disgusting enough normally, the look now made Nanase want to vomit.

"I'm already here, what do you want to do?" "Uh-huh."

Masao Saijo made meaningless screams, his eyes filled with fear.

It's like the soul is bound in the body, and the consciousness is obviously very clear, as usual.

But his hands and feet didn't obey him at all, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence. He could only make uh-uh sounds, which made him extremely frightened.

"what happened to you?"

Nanase noticed something strange about him and asked, getting more uh-huh responses.

Such a scene made Nanase frown slightly. Her first reaction was that the old man was ill. She quickly stepped forward and searched for her own video from the old man's mobile phone.

Found a [-]G video.

The longest video note is from July 36th, [-] years ago.

She quickly deleted her video, and from the massive photos, she found many familiar figures, all of whom were wives and girls living in this apartment.

There are no food taboos from ten to 40 years old.

Those unsightly photos greatly shocked Nanase's heart.

Until I saw the photo of my mother next to my own photo, her appearance was completely different from her usual dignified appearance.

She was completely stunned, and then remembered that there seemed to be a mother next to her video just now.

"Uh uh."

There was a sound like there was phlegm that could not be coughed up.

Nanase came back to her senses, quickly deleted the photos and videos of herself and her mother, and then looked at the landlord in front of her who was drooling. She said with a tone full of resentment: "It's true that evil is rewarded, so you can keep living like this!"

She turned away.

……

Ikebukuro, Silver Moon Club.

The bright light falls into the goblet, making the bright red wine shine like ruby.

As the owner of the wine glass shakes.

The wine looks exceptionally delicious.

Paris did not rush to taste the wine in the glass, but directly looked at the guests in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

Although in the world's perception, Mossad and the CIA are often as close as father and son.

But on the issue of who is the father and who is the son, Mossad and the CIA have different understandings.

As a member of the CIA, Paris naturally considered his side to be a father.

So he was dissatisfied with the man in front of him speaking.

"Mr. Goodrich, what do you mean by what you just said?"

He spoke slowly and put the goblet on the table. There was no anger on his face, but his tone was obviously a bit reproachful.

Goodrich sat across from him. He was tall and looked like a rough and heroic man, but he had a different aura than his appearance.

He did not answer Paris' question and said to himself: "We are allies, and Mossad and the CIA have already agreed to share intelligence with each other.

Any information Mossad has will be provided to the CIA as soon as possible.

The CIA has information, why doesn't it provide it to us? "

Paris' face darkened. If it weren't for the support of the CIA, the current level of Mossad Nara's hips would have lost even its original reckless style, and the house would be completely destroyed.

But he was not angry and said: "We have provided you with the situation about the Yemeni lion Muharrad.

He is somewhere in Tokyo and we are looking for him. "

Goodrich shook his head and said: "No, what I want to ask is, why did Muharrad come to Tokyo?

Don’t you, the CIA, know that?

His goal is the same as yours, to find Dio.

Ironically, as an enemy, Muharrad knew about Dio's existence earlier than we did. "

"We at the CIA are also investigating the matter of Dior, and we will naturally inform you of the detailed process."

Paris replied without changing his expression, and he was not lying.

Things related to Dior are top secrets within the CIA.

The only thing he knew was that the Special Intelligence Investigation Department was responsible for investigating the matter.

Even the name Dio, he only learned from John yesterday, just to deal with the doubts of some allies.

Anyway, no matter how they questioned it, the CIA's standard answer was that they had just discovered Dio's existence.

More information about Dior is under investigation.

Of course, Paris knew that the intelligence above him was much more than that, but he had no interest in slapping the director in the face.

Goodrich said with a solemn expression: "Mr. Paris, your answer will undoubtedly hurt our feelings."

"I am the one who should be sad. Since you don't believe the information we provided, there is no need for us to continue talking here."

Paris' face turned cold, and he stood up and said, "If you want to be held accountable for this matter, I'll excuse you."

Upon seeing this, Goodrich quickly changed his face and said with a smile: "Haha, Mr. Paris, please don't be angry.

I naturally believe in the friendship between the CIA and Mossad, but the people above are difficult to deal with, so I always have to find some excuse. "

"Just report it truthfully."

Paris did not fall into his language trap and agreed to make excuses here, which is to admit that the CIA made excuses to deal with Mossad.

There are some things that everyone knows very well, but they can't reveal them, leaving no clues.

"What I'm saying is the truth."

(End of this chapter)