Kurohoshi Agency
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Sendoh keyed in the data with blurry eyes. It was 2.35am. A light beep from the mobile phone indicated that he had just received an SMS message from Mitsui:
10D 20C 40S HQ
He knew very well that those are codes to avoid message interception and arousing the suspicions of the gang.
10 Bodyguards
20 Guns
40 Lackeys
Headquarters
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Meanwhile, Rukawa got a message on his PDA from Sawakita. Both undercover agents have different correspondents in case the gang suspects.
10G U-D. DT confirmed. Lobster after Apollo.
10, 000(10 Grands) US dollar daily income. Drug transactions going on. Iwago visits only after Sunset.
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Mitsui picked up a card and smiled confidently at the rest of the gangsters around the table. He placed the card, face-up, down. "Royal Flush," He leaned back.
"Gah, Damn it, Mitsui, you are good," Tsukasi flung his stack down, admitting defeat for the fifth time that day.
"Do you have secret tactics that you didn't disclose? Tell us," Miyagi nudged him.
"Just lucky," He laughed, taking another puff from the cigarette. The rest of the gang laughed loudly before paying up, "It's your treat then," Another man added.
The gang was seated in the Royal booth of the lounge bar, enjoying themselves. For the past two days, Mitsui found nothing out of the usual in the gang, and that they did nothing but waste their days away in the lounge bar, getting female company, drinking and smoking.
"Do you people do anything exciting around here? I'm bored stiff,"
"Not this while, boss's got to settle that Ripper case with the police," Tsukasi shook his head, "Usually we'd be collecting debts or thrashing other gangs up,"
"Oh? He's involved?" Mitsui pretended to be surprised, "Whoever did that ripping is a genius, saw on the news that nobody heard or saw anything."
"Aah, yes, but Boss insisted that he did not do anything, and we think he's not lying," Miyagi frowned, "Boss could lie to the police for all we care, but I don't think he'd bother to do cheap stuff like murder the two women, they're just out for money, and they are afraid of boss."
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Sawakita looked at the new customer with concealed suspicion. He looked just like any other customers, but would ordinary customers look as though they are going to murder someone?
"Beer," The man rasped, "And make it snappy."
Sawakita nodded and noticed that the man had turned his attention onto the pulsating bodies in the hall. There was a faint look of disgust and repulsion on his roughly stubbled face, "Bitches, those women," He muttered, accepting the beer from Sawakita and passing him his credit card.
Sawakita read the card quickly. The name on it said, "Hizakawa Atami".
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