Chapter 205: Chapter 205: The Matter Concluded (8000)
Chapter 205: The Matter Concluded (8000)
The next day at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, dozens of senior police bureaucrats from the General Affairs Department, Police Affairs Department, Criminal Affairs Bureau, Security Bureau, Tokyo Bay Police Station, and other departments gathered together.
The atmosphere in the room was so heavy it felt like water could be wrung from the air. The young police officer who delivered documents nearly collapsed after leaving the conference room.
All the bigwigs were gathered, each with a grim face. Anyone with a weak heart would be scared to death just walking in.
For the next few days, I must be an Invisible Person in the department, a mute, constipated, Wheelchair-bound person. I'll hold it in until I get home to poop!
The photos projected onto the wall made people's scalps crawl. Some kept wiping the sweat from their foreheads as they looked.
Dismembered limbs, rivers of blood, dozens, even hundreds of Corpses piled together, and a Manor half-burned down.
These were photos sent from the Tokyo Bay area. Although the scene had been completely sealed off, Reporters with long-range lenses and short-range cameras were gathered outside, having heard the news.
The Director of the National Police Agency pinched his aching Brow with his thumb. After a long while, he looked at a capable subordinate, the Director of the Tokyo Bay Police Station.
From midnight until now, he hadn't even blinked.
"Hai." The Director of the Tokyo Bay Police Station bowed respectfully to the Director and the Officers. His naturally kind face couldn't muster even a hint of a Smile now.
Such a thing happening in the Territory of the Tokyo Bay Police Station? Who could handle it?
Our annual Mission at the Tokyo Bay Police Station is just to arrest petty thieves, we can't handle this! "At 0:45 AM yesterday, the Mori Police Box of the Tokyo Police Station received a large number of emergency calls. A violent conflict occurred at the Yashida Family Manor..."
The Director of the Tokyo Bay Police Station swallowed hard: "And a serious Gunfight took place. Currently, 165 bodies have been recovered. The Family Head of the Yashida Family, Ichiro Yashida, is missing. Additionally, it has been confirmed that the Eldest Son of the Yashida Family, Shingen Yashida, has perished!"
The more the Director of the National Police Agency and the bureaucrats from other departments listened to the report, the colder their hearts became.
The Yashida Family, that was one of Japan's foremost Zaibatsu.
A Family that could be said to control part of Japan's lifeline had been wiped out!!!
A major incident with hundreds of casualties had occurred in their jurisdiction. This wasn't just going to be on domestic news; it was likely already booked as a world news headline! The Director of the Tokyo Bay Police Station continued his report: "The Yashida Family's surveillance system was destroyed in the fire. The remaining Storage Hard Drives that were salvaged are undergoing technical recovery. However, from the scene, we infer that this was a premeditated Gekokujō tragedy involving hundreds of people!"
"According to informed sources, last night, Shingen Yashida gathered a large number of loyal followers, carrying Firearms, and entered the Old Yashida Estate! Subsequently, a Gunfight broke out within the Manor..."
Gekokujō, this was an old tradition in Japan. Many people present vaguely guessed the reason for this tragic incident in their hearts.
A long time ago, Ichiro Yashida had let it be known that he intended to pass the Yashida Family leadership to his granddaughter. Shingen Yashida, the Eldest Son, must have finally lost patience and attempted to seize power by force.
Unfortunately, it seemed Ichiro Yashida was prepared, which ultimately led to Shingen's failure and death.
The Director of the National Police Agency tapped the Office desk twice with his index finger: "What about Ichiro Yashida? Have you found his Corpse? Who else from the Yashida Family survived?"
"The Yashida Family Head is missing. Currently, besides Jirō Yashida in Brazil, the only direct blood relative still alive is Ichiro Yashida's granddaughter, Mariko Yashida! She was at the Hilton Hotel when the incident occurred!"
"Dispatch Police Officers to protect Miss Yashida! No one is allowed to approach her without orders from our Metropolitan Police Department!"
Upon hearing that only a few members of the Yashida Family remained, the Director of the National Police Agency slammed the table.
"This matter has alarmed the Prime Minister, and even the Emperor has personally inquired. We must act quickly..."
While the Director of the National Police Agency was holding the meeting, his Phone in front of him suddenly rang. Seeing the Phone Number, he quickly stood up to answer the call.
"Yes, yes, yes, we will handle the relevant matters properly. Coordinate with the Federal Garrison? Yes, yes."
To the astonished gazes of the other bureaucrats, the highest head of the police department stood up, bowing and making promises over the phone. Even a Councillor's call wouldn't warrant such respect.
"The Prime Minister just called!" The Director of the National Police Agency put down the phone, his Expression serious: "The attack on Yashida Manor has been classified as a Terrorist attack! It is suspected to be the work of the same Thugs responsible for the Terrorist attack in New York! The Federal President personally called the Prime Minister. The follow-up to this matter will now be handled by the Federal Garrison in coordination with the Federal CIA. Our Metropolitan Police Department will only be responsible for assisting in the investigation!"
The Director of the National Police Agency's Voice carried an unspeakable sense of loss. A Terrorist attack and violent conflict occurred in his own Country, yet as the highest-ranking Officer in Japan's police department, he had no Command Authority. It was somewhat laughable.
There was nothing to be done; this was the sorrow of a Semi-colonial Country.
"Alright, the meeting will end here. Dismissed—"
The Director of the National Police Agency felt somewhat disheartened—
The bureaucrats attending the meeting also had unpleasant expressions. National pride was one thing.
For politicians, it was more about interests.
Those who could sit in this room were all connected to various Zaibatsu and powerful forces behind them.
With what happened to Yashida Corporation, for them and the people behind them, it was like Vultures on the African Savanna smelling the scent of carrion, just about to feast on the fallen Yashida Corporation's Corpse, only to suddenly discover a group of Hunters with Hunting Rifles carrying the Prey away!
"Miyazaki-kun, you're the most informed. What exactly is going on? How did the Federal Garrison get involved?"
A group of bureaucrats walked out of the conference room one after another, and a few acquaintances gathered to discuss the matter.
The Metropolitan Police Department's analysis was very clear; this was obviously an internal conflict within the Yashida Family. How could it be linked to the Terrorist attack in New York?
Moreover, even if the Federation interfered in Japan's internal affairs, it wouldn't require the Federal Army stationed in Japan to step in. The whole thing seemed strange no matter how they looked at it.
The man called Miyazaki-kun looked at his colleagues, glanced left and right, and lowered his Voice: "Did you hear about the car accident involving the only son of the Minister of Internal Affairs?"
Several Middle-aged Men looked at each other, not understanding why he brought up this topic.
"Hideki Takahashi, among the younger generation, he was quite outstanding. It's unexpected that he met with an accident, what a pity!" said a tall man with somewhat graying hair.
"Accident?!" Miyazaki-kun said sarcastically: "That might not necessarily be an accident!"
"What do you mean? Is there something hidden about Hideki Takahashi's car accident?"
"If Hideki Takahashi hadn't died in a car accident, with the Takahashi Family's influence, how could they have let it go?"
"I heard from someone in the Mitsui Family that Mariko Yashida of the Yashida Family has a lover in Japan. This time, Shingen Yashida was eager to arrange an engagement with the Takahashi Family. Her man came to Tokyo, and that same night, Hideki Takahashi was involved in a car accident!"
"Hiss! The Takahashi Family can tolerate this?" A Middle-aged Police Officer listening in gasped.
"What else can they do? We in the Criminal Affairs Bureau investigated that man's Identity. He's not only a Tycoon from the Federation but also a Councillor in the Federal Senate. It's said that his intervention led to the Federal Garrison getting involved in the Yashida Family's affairs, and even the Federal President's call to the Prime Minister was his doing!"
"Do you think the Takahashi Family has the guts to offend the Federal Government? How long ago was the Plaza Accord?"
Hearing Miyazaki's words, the group of high-ranking officials from the Metropolitan Police Department all fell silent.
Compared to ordinary Japanese people, these government officials were more aware of their Identity. Especially after the Plaza Accord, the Japanese people whose spines had been broken understood even better that dogs were not qualified to bargain with their masters!
Tokyo Bay, two kilometers away from the Old Yashida Estate, stood another luxury Manor. This Manor was a Birthday Gift from Ichiro Yashida to Mariko Yashida when she turned eighteen.
The Old Yashida Estate turned into Ash in a large fire, and this place became Mariko Yashida's temporary lodging.
In the main Living Room of the Manor, Tang Song sat in the host's seat, facing a White Man in a Suit, over fifty years old.
The true owner of the Manor, Mariko Yashida, dressed in a black Kimono, stood beside him, serving Tea, looking more like a Maid.
"Major General Krav, thank you for your help this time!"
Tang Song held his Tea and expressed his gratitude to the White Man before him.
"Councillor Tang is too kind. I am merely executing orders from the White House. This matter, after all, involves a Terrorist attack, and our Garrison has an obligation to Interfere!"
Major General Krav politely picked up his Tea and said.
For Krav to hold the Position of Federal Navy Commander stationed in Japan, he naturally had his roots within the Federal Department of Defense.
After receiving orders from the White House, he privately inquired about Tang Song with his colleagues in the Department of Defense.
The largest Arms Supplier to the Department of Defense, with a strong background in both political and business circles, and also a very generous person.
When he heard his colleague mention that last sentence, Krav understood.
As the Federal Navy Commander stationed in Japan, he directly deployed two companies of Marine Corps Soldiers, under the guise of investigating Terrorists, forcibly removed the Police Officers from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and took over the Old Yashida Estate.
And under the pretext of protecting a Witness, he arranged for two squads of Soldiers to provide protection outside the Manor.
He did all this, of course, not just because of the call from the White House.
"Right, there's one more thing I need your help with.
I heard from a Friend that your wife is in the clothing Business in New York.
Recently, my Company has hired many new employees, and the employee uniforms haven't been settled yet. I'd like to trouble you with this!"
"No problem. Councillor Tang, how many uniforms do you need to order? I'll talk to Theresa about it later!" Krav said casually.
"Not many, just some mid-to-high-end uniforms. Let's set the budget at ten million US Dollars!"
"Cough cough!"
Krav was drinking Tea when he heard Tang Song's words and was directly choked by the Tea.
"Are you alright?" Tang Song put down his Teacup, a look of concern on his face.
"No, no, I'm fine!" Krav waved his hand repeatedly, "A budget of ten million US Dollars? No wonder Councillor Tang's Business is so big!"
"Business is booming, mainly because I have many Friends! I like making Friends! I'm always very generous to my Friends; sincerity for sincerity!" Tang Song took the Teapot from Mariko Yashida and personally poured Tea for Krav.
"It seems being Mr. Tang's Friend is truly a pleasant thing!" Krav looked at Tang Song.
Tang Song brought the Teacup to Krav and smiled: "Aren't we Friends now, Major General?"
"It is my honor! Mr. Tang!" Krav understood and took the Teacup.
"I will definitely attend the memorial service for Old Mr. Yashida and Mr. Shingen two days from now!"
Mariko Yashida held Tang Song's arm, and the two saw Krav off at the Manor Entrance, watching him get into a black Cadillac.
"Later, issue some more bearer Stocks and Bonds of Yashida Corporation and have someone deliver them to Krav. He'll be in his Position as Navy Commander stationed in Japan for a few more years. With him there, Yashida Corporation will have a lot less Trouble!"
Mariko Yashida clung to Tang Song's arm like a Little Bird, and the two walked through the Manor, taking a stroll.
While looking at the flowers and plants in the Manor, Mariko listened to Tang Song's arrangements for Yashida Corporation: "Storm Shadow and his Arashikage Ninjas are yours. With them, your safety is not a problem!"
"Additionally, for Yashida Corporation, I will have Lane allocate a portion of the Federal Department of Defense's Arms Orders!"
"With these, you should be able to easily control Yashida Corporation!"
Mariko Yashida hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping.
"Lord, I still have an uncle in Brazil, expanding the business!"
"I've already sent people to handle it!"
Passing by some greenery in the Manor, Tang Song casually plucked a leaf and crushed it into mud.
In Brazil, Jirō Yashida was fleeing in a panic under the protection of a group of Bodyguards.
"Faster, faster!"
Two Land Rovers sped through the streets of Brazil, crashing recklessly, occasionally overturning a Stall set up on the street.
This drew waves of curses.
This was a Slum in Brazil. Jirō Yashida would never have come here on a normal day, not even glanced at such a place.
But now, under the cover of a group of Bodyguards, he could only desperately try to survive on the small paths of the Slum.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Behind the Land Rovers, five or six Motorcycles followed frantically. The Motorcycle riders held Submachine guns and Handguns, opened fire at the Land Rovers.
Jirō Yashida crouched low, listening to the Bulletproof Glass behind him pinging, feeling immensely grateful to his old-fashioned Bodyguard Captain.
If it weren't for his insistence, with Jirō Yashida's Personality, he would never have installed Bulletproof Glass on the Land Rover.
Unexpectedly, it saved his Life now.
"Drive faster!"
Jirō Yashida yelled at the Driver, glaring fiercely behind him, gritting his teeth and vowing:
"Damn it, no matter who it is, I will find you and kill you, I swear on the Yashida Family crest!"
"Crack!"
The Land Rover swerved to the left, and Jirō Yashida's Head slammed against the Car Door with a bang. "Boss! A Tire has been blown out!"
Jirō Yashida clutched his bleeding Forehead and saw the speeding Motorcycles through the Glass. Without time to scold, he pointed to a closed beverage processing plant ahead and shouted: "Crash in!"
The two Land Rovers crashed through the metal gate of the beverage plant and directly rushed into the Factory Area, scaring a group of workers who were processing juice beverages on the assembly line.
Brazil's climate is suitable, and labor is cheap. There are many OEM factories for European and American countries here, and this juice processing plant was clearly one of them.
When the Land Rovers crashed in, the Brazilian workers on the assembly line were at a loss. A few strong workers even wanted to step forward to see what was happening.
The Land Rover door was pulled open, and Jirō Yashida raised the Gun in his hand, pointed it at the Sky, and fired two shots.
"Everyone squat down, squat down with your hands over your heads!"
It wasn't Jirō Yashida who shouted, but a curly-haired White Man in the beverage plant, wearing a floral shirt and looking unkempt.
He was clearly experienced with such Gunshot incidents, and immediately squatted down with his hands over his Head.
With him as an example, the workers in the Territory quickly squatted down.
"Federation Person!?"
Jirō Yashida took another look at the Middle-aged White Man but didn't pay much attention. This was good; it saved him from wasting a few Bullets.
"You! Turn the vehicle sideways and block the door! Just hold out until the Brazilian Police arrive, and I'll reward each of you five million when we return to Japan!"
The first sentence was for the Driver, the rest for his Bodyguards. Jirō Yashida took the White Gauze handed to him by a Bodyguard and covered the Wound on his Forehead.
He quickly retreated behind an iron pillar, pulling a Brazilian worker in front of him as a shield.
"Vroom! Vroom! Vroom vroom..."
The sound of accelerating Motorcycles echoed outside the Factory Building.
Jirō Yashida held the Brazilian worker by the Neck with one hand while peering out, aiming his Gun at the Gate.
His five Bodyguards did the same, hiding in various concealed Corners, gripping their Handguns!
"Clang!"
Unexpectedly, the first things to rush in were not Motorcycles, but two Smoke Grenades.
Hiss, hiss, the Smoke Grenades were thrown into the Factory Building, instantly creating a vast expanse of white. "Bang bang!"
Jirō Yashida raised his hand and fired two shots into the White Mist. Two Motorcycles leaped over the roof of the Land Rover, and the Uzi Submachine Guns in their hands immediately unleashed a fan-shaped barrage of bullets.
Bruce Banner crouched on the ground with his Head in his hands, the bright red Blood stinging his vision.
The Blood flowed like a small stream to his Feet. The person shot was a worker on the assembly line, a Brazilian Middle-aged Man he saw every morning and who always greeted him.
Bruce Banner gasped for air, a greenness spreading up his Neck along his blood vessels.
The Motorcycle gunmen broke through the Land Rover's defense and stormed into the beverage factory.
Jirō Yashida and his Bodyguards fired back. The White Mist from the Smoke Grenades filled the air. Many workers who were squatting with their heads covered were hit by Stray Bullets, letting out cries of pain. What awaited them was crossfire from both sides.
"Roar!"
Amidst a tremendous Roar, a huge green figure roared out from the white smoke.
A huge green palm grabbed a Land Rover and began smashing it around.
"Hulk!"
The huge green mass stood naked, holding a Land Rover in his hand like a child holding a toy block.
He smashed the Car down, crushing two Motorcycle gunmen directly into meat patties.
"Dadadadadada!"
A Motorcycle gunman looked at the tragic state of his companion, raised the Uzi Submachine Gun in his hand, and unleashed a barrage of bullets at the huge green mass.
"Hulk!"
The huge green mass didn't dodge or evade. The Uzi Bullets hitting him didn't even break his skin.
He casually threw the blood-soaked Land Rover aside, grabbed the calf of the Motorcycle gunman with his huge green hand, and slammed him onto the ground.
"Crack!"
Blood splattered everywhere. The Motorcycle gunman's Helmet shattered directly, and he twitched once before becoming still.
"Ah! Devil!"
The remaining Motorcycle gunmen were terrified and stumbled backward.
The huge green mass kicked out, sending the wrecked Land Rover flying through the air. Bang, it slammed two Motorcycle riders against the wall.
Blood spurted from their mouths, and they twitched, clearly not going to make it! "Amaterasu protect us!"
Jirō Yashida looked at the huge green mass's back, his face filled with joy. Although he didn't know where this huge green mass came from, it seemed it wasn't hostile towards them! "Saved!"
Jirō Yashida smiled happily, then suddenly felt a panting sound above his Head. He stiffly raised his Head.
A huge green face appeared before him.
"Hulk! Bad man!"
The Roar was deafening, and a huge green hand gripped his Neck!
Crack!
At a certain Gang hideout in Brazil, several Gang Leaders were gathered for a secret meeting.
"There was a hitch in the matter; our men failed!"
The Gang Leader: "Send more men. Two million US Dollars for one Life, this Business is very profitable!"
"The Target is dead!" The Gang Leader speaking had a strange expression, "Our men outside saw that Japanese person's Corpse being carried out!"
The Gang Leader stopped what he was doing, his Gaze cold: "Someone is stealing our Business?"
The hit list posted on the Underground Black Market listed Jirō Yashida as worth two million US Dollars. They had accepted the Mission, but the person died at someone else's hands.
His first reaction was that someone was competing with them.
"It doesn't seem like it. I checked, and no one has claimed the Bounty on the Black Market yet!"
"No one claimed it!" A sinister smile appeared on the Gang Leader's face, "Since no one claimed it, this Business is naturally ours!"
"Clang!"
Just as he was speaking, several Tear Gas Grenades were thrown in.
"Charge, charge, charge—"
A group of Brazilian Armed Police wearing Bulletproof Vests and Gas Masks broke down the door and stormed in!
"The Japanese Consulate has sent a diplomatic note. The deceased is the second son of the Japanese Zaibatsu Yashida Family. This matter is related to the Terrorist attack that occurred in the Federation. I don't care how you do it, find me a scapegoat, otherwise, you can go sweep the streets!"
In the temporary command vehicle, the Director of the Brazilian Police Headquarters hung up the phone with a gloomy face!
Forest Ninja Clan Base in Japan.
Storm Shadow led a group of Red-Clothed Ninjas into this Dense Forest.
"Who are you? Yukio, your Yashida Corporation has violated the Agreement! How can you bring outsiders in here casually!"
Speaking was an Elder wearing a Japanese Kimono and Geta. He angrily scolded Yukio, who was leading Storm Shadow and the others.
Behind him stood a group of Black-clothed Ninjas watching Storm Shadow and the others warily.
"Elder Uekawa, Yashida Corporation has a new Family Head. By order of Lady Mariko, I have come to renegotiate the retainer alliance with you!"
The Kimono-clad Elder sneered:
"Mariko? I didn't expect Yashida Corporation to end up in the hands of a woman. We can sign an alliance, but the treatment Yashida Corporation provides to our Forest Ninja Clan must be doubled!"
"Just like the Ninjas of the Wind and Fire Clans, they are all useless people with only superficial strength. What's the point of keeping them? Better to kill them all!"
Storm Shadow held his Katana, his eyes sweeping over the Kimono-clad Elder and the Black-clothed Ninjas behind him with disdain.
"Baka!"
The Elder looked at Storm Shadow's demeanor and cursed angrily, "Who are you? How dare you cause trouble in our Forest Ninja Clan?"
Storm Shadow raised his Head, his hand on the hilt of his Katana, revealing a cold Gaze beneath his white hood.
"Surrender, or die!"
The Leader of the Forest Ninja Clan, Elder Uekawa, was about to wave his hand to order the Ninjas behind him forward.
A trace of reluctance appeared in Yukio's eyes, and she stepped forward.
"Elder Uekawa, the Wind Ninja Clan and Fire Ninja Clan have become History. You don't want the Forest Ninja Clan to perish like this, do you?"
"The Wind Ninja Clan and Fire Ninja Clan have become History? Yukio, what do you mean?"
Elder Uekawa was startled by Yukio's words.
The Fūrinkazan Four Clans of Ninjas had been secretly fighting for so many years, and their strengths were all similar. If it was truly as Yukio said, that the Wind and Fire Clans had become History.
Then the Forest Ninja Clan? Uekawa subconsciously glanced at Storm Shadow and the Red-Clothed Ninjas behind him.
"Surrender, or die?"
Storm Shadow asked again! When he still didn't receive a clear answer, a cold light flashed in Storm Shadow's hand! In the guest room of Yashida Manor.
Madame Hydra, bound tightly like a Zongzi, was thrown naked onto the bed.
Beside her bed stood a long-haired woman wearing a black leather jacket.
The woman wore black-rimmed Glasses and stared at her like a piece of cargo.
Just then, the guest room door opened.
The black-haired woman's cold face instantly broke into a Smile.
"Boss!"
Ana rushed into Tang Song's embrace...
Tang Song put his arm around Ana and came before Madame Hydra.
Tang Song made a grasping motion towards Madame Hydra, then pointed a finger at Ana's Brow.
To Madame Hydra's horrified Gaze, Ana's figure and appearance became exactly the same as hers.
"You want her to infiltrate Hydra," Madame Hydra seemed to understand Tang Song's plan: "There are many Mutants who can shapeshift, but we Hydra have our own code words and are familiar with each other. You won't succeed..."
"Code words?! Simple, I'll extract your Soul and let her digest your Memory, won't that do it!"
Tang Song said words that sent a chill down Madame Hydra's spine, smiling.
Black Light appeared behind Tang Song. Madame Hydra could see with her naked eye, a Ghost figure holding a Chain walking towards her from the Black Light.
"I am willing to serve you! I can help you take down the entire Hydra..."
Seeing the Ghost God Phantom wearing a Black Robe approaching step by step...
Madame Hydra completely broke down. Playing with Souls was a specialty of Hell Devils.
Thinking of the fate of Souls falling into the hands of Devils in Myths and Legends, Madame Hydra desperately begged Tang Song for mercy.
"Willing to serve me?!"
Tang Song looked at the naked Madame Hydra on the bed, holding the identical Ana, a hint of mockery flashing across his lips: "Unfortunately, I don't see your Value!"
"I am useful, I have a unique immunity to poisons. I know the toxicity of most toxins and poisons in the world like the back of my hand. I can help you concoct any poison. Additionally, I am proficient in Firearms, combat, and sabotage techniques, and I am an Expert in strategy and Intelligence..."
Madame Hydra frantically listed her strengths. Just as Black Impermanence's raised Chain was about to touch the tip of her nose.
Tang Song raised his hand and threw a scroll in front of her.
"Use your own Blood, and sign your name!"
The Rope that had bound her tightly suddenly disappeared. Madame Hydra ignored her nakedness, twisting her body like a snake to climb to the head of the bed and pick up the Heart Demon Great Spell Scroll.
She looked up at Tang Song with a pitiful look. Upon meeting Tang Song's cold Gaze, She panicked, bit her Finger directly, and wrote her name on the unfurled Scroll.
Watching the blood-colored writing being strangely absorbed by the Scroll, Madame Hydra's face turned pale.
She didn't know if this counted as selling her Soul to the Devil.
In the blank space on the Scroll where she signed her name, a golden Sarira Projection appeared, radiating light.
Then, this Sarira Projection transformed into a golden Lotus flower and floated into Madame Hydra's Brow.
With the Heart Demon Great Curse entering her body, Madame Hydra's Gaze towards Tang Song was filled with admiration.
"Boss!"
Tang Song gently patted Ana's back and extracted that wisp of Qi Mechanism from Madame Hydra. She returned to her original appearance.
Ana said coquettishly to Tang Song.
"Boss, it's a pity, I really wanted to taste what a Soul tastes like just now!"
Tang Song pinched her cheek: "Alright, the Cobra alias can't be used anymore! Ana, from now on, the people from Cobra will be merged into the Serpent Society.
Now you are one of Hydra's branches. You will lead Madame Hydra, and in the future, I hope you can become Madame Hydra!"
"Yes! Boss!" Hearing Tang Song's expectation, Ana regained her cold and alluring demeanor.
......
The funerals for Ichiro Yashida and Shingen Yashida were grand.
The Family Heads of several Japanese Zaibatsu, the Japanese Prime Minister, and various Cabinet Ministers all attended the scene to mourn.
The arrival of the Federal White House Secretary-General and the Federal Navy Commander stationed in Japan.
Even more so, it stunned the group of people who were waiting to see the Yashida Family's downfall, leaving them dumbfounded.
It seemed that Yashida Corporation had not declined because of Ichiro Yashida's death; on the contrary, it seemed to be reborn from the ashes...
The Guests attending the mourning looked at Mariko Yashida, dressed in black mourning clothes and kneeling in the mourning hall, and their eyes couldn't help but hold a bit more importance.
The funeral ended!
Tokyo International Airport. "Miss! We should go back!"
Mariko Yashida, dressed in black mourning clothes, quietly watched a Private Jet fly into the clouds. A White Chrysanthemum adorned her black attire, making Mariko Yashida appear elegant and simple!
"Call me Family Head!"
Mariko Yashida turned around, a hint of wildness on her lips.
"Family Head!"
Yukio looked at the Young Miss, who was both familiar and strange, and obediently lowered her Head.
Mariko Yashida turned back. Eight Bodyguards in Black Suits bowed ninety degrees in unison, opening the Car Door for her.
The Yashida Family, such a colossal entity, was coveted by countless people. The transition of Power was bloody.
Mariko Yashida was ready! On the recently purchased Private Jet.
Tang Song held a glass of Red Wine, examining Wolverine Logan, who was unconscious and sitting across from him.
Wolverine, whose Soul had been captured by the Ghoul White Bone Banner, was now in a Vegetative State.
Tang Song was thinking about how to handle him, turn him into a Zombie, Brand him with the Heart Demon Great Curse, or send him to the Hive Base.
If he turned him into a Zombie, he already had thirty-six Silver Armored Corpses. Adding one more, he didn't like the number thirty-seven.
(As for the Corpse of the Celestial buried in Raccoon City, Tang Song had other uses for it.)
At the Hive Base, there was already an Experiment Subject similar to him.
(end of chapter)