Keio Car Change District is on the west side of Sugina District, Tokyo, close to Musashino City. In later generations, Sugina District was well-developed and is a very good upper-class elite settlement area. There are a large number of scholars and successful people live in this place. At the same time, it is also a famous anime industry cluster in Japan.
But at this time, the transformation of Sugibe District has not yet begun. Keio is a complete urban-rural fringe. At the same time, it is also a place where sins are breeding. Even Japanese violent groups are unwilling to stay here because the public security here is too poor.
In the past few years, some Chinese gangs have gathered in the area of Keio. In the past two years, another group of Russians have been involved. The original local gang forces have been squeezed out. This place has become a place where everything looks normal during the day, but all kinds of sinful abscesses will be brewed at night.
Not many people will like this place that breeds sin and darkness, but there are many exceptions. At least for those who do not have legal identities, the police will not come here to harass them from time to time. They can at least find one or several jobs that are not well-paid, but are enough to make a living.
The convoy slowly drove into the entrance on the south side of the station under the cover of night. This entrance is next to the park and is a place that had been sealed. There is also an abandoned train track on the ground at the entrance. If you count it, this old track has been around for decades. It used to be a special train track dedicated to transporting reserve grain to the Keiko Grain Reserve.
During the bumpy ride, the convoy drove into the station, and at the intersection, a man in black was standing there. When he saw the convoy coming in, he made a gesture to the right, and then followed him trotted all the way.
Outside a deserted warehouse door, the convoy stopped and through the car window, Miyajiki Kita saw Shinmasaki Hanoi limping out of the warehouse door. With the lights projected by the headlights, he could see the blood on his body splattered with stars, as if he had just experienced a fight.
The car stopped, and Miyashita Kita pushed the door and got out of the car, just in time to meet Shin Hanoi who was walking closer. He looked at the other party and asked: Where is the person?
Inside, Hanoi Shin bowed and said, "There are two in total, both Russians."
Miyashita Kita patted his shoulder, then wiped his body and walked straight towards the half-open warehouse door
This is obviously an abandoned warehouse, very spacious, with a size of two or three hundred square meters. There are a lot of cracks on the concrete floor. There are various graffiti on the surrounding walls, many of which are marked in Russian.
Half of the ceiling of the warehouse has collapsed, with wooden beams exposed on the roof. An external cable pulled in from the ventilated blinds, hanging a high-power light bulb in the middle of the warehouse, which can illuminate every corner of the warehouse.
The abandoned warehouse should be lived in. In the corner on the right, there are three dirty Simmons mattresses, and a foldable small table with a large number of food packaging bags, fast food boxes and other garbage, as well as some dirty bones and disposable syringes of unknown purpose, tin foil
Just next to the pile of garbage, there was a large pool of blood, and on the wall slightly farther away, there were splattered blood, which stained a large wall. A man with his upper body curled up beside the wall in an almost weird position.
His body was lying on the ground, his chest facing the wall, but his face twisted behind him, as if his neck had been twisted off. However, if you look closely, you can see that not his neck was twisted off, but that most of his neck disappeared, and at the same time, there was a large skull on his right side on his head.
There is no doubt that this was shot and was shot at close range. First, half of the skull was shot and the whole person fell to the wall. Then, during the fall, he was shot in the second shot at the neck, and half of the neck was blown away. The person hit the wall and then slipped to the ground.
The blood splattered on the wall should have been sputtered when he was shot, and the large pool of blood on the ground flowed out from the wound on his neck and gathered there along the sunken terrain.
The man's body was covered with tattoos, but his tattoo was different from the Ukiyo-e tattoo commonly found in Japanese gangsters. It was a kind of gun and religious hodgepodge. Looking at the guy's hair color, skin color and body shape, you will know that he is not an Asian, but a white man, and is likely to be a Russian gangster.
Five or six meters away from the body, there was a man standing against the wall. No, to be precise, she was not standing there, but hanging there, two threaded steel bars passed through her left and right collarbone positions, hanging her entirely on the wall.
Although she is a woman, she also has a lot of tattoos on her body, which is similar to that man's tattoo. Judging from her long golden hair, she is obviously not an Asian person.
The woman was covered in wounds, and she could hardly find a complete piece of flesh on her naked body. The inner side of her thighs was even cut by six or seven parallel wounds. The flesh and blood were turned out of the way, and it could make her scalp numb at a glance, but it was not very bleeding. Obviously, the person who took the action avoided the blood vessels and arteries, and the method of cutting the knife was very particular.
The entire warehouse is filled with the smell of moldy food, and the strong bloody smell is mixed in, making it very uncomfortable to smell it.
Where is the person? Miyashita Kita's eyes were wandering around the warehouse, and he didn't stop at the dead man and the person who was about to die. He asked directly
Shin Hanoi raised his arm and gestured to a young man opposite him.
The young man nodded, turned around and walked quickly towards the Simmons mattresses. He moved one of the mattresses against the wall, then squatted down, picked up a blood-stained burlap bag from the ground, and dragged it back.
There was obviously a living person in this burlap bag because he was still struggling in the bag, accompanied by struggle, and the sound of whimpering came from it.
Miyashita Kita saw that there were a lot of ice chips on the burlap bag, and he couldn't help but look at Shin Hanoi curiously.
These Russians are all geniuses. As long as they can make money, they can do anything. Hanoi said expressionlessly, they can be the best chemists, preparations, and they can also play good surgeons. They specially prepare freezers for surgery, and it is easier to avoid police investigations.
Miyashita Kita understood immediately, and this group of people not only sold drugs, but also sold human organs.
Yes, now the Russian gangs are in line with the world. They have learned cost control. Compared with organ trafficking, organizing transnational prostitution and human trafficking is obviously not scientific enough, because they have to always worry about the people under control running away, and also care about their food and accommodation. In terms of supply and demand, both industries belong to the buyer's market and the cost recovery period is relatively long.
Now, it is obvious that it is much more scientific in selling human organs. Organs placed in petri dishes will not run away by themselves, and it also saves the expense of food and accommodation. For those who need to change their organs, this type of product is hard currency, which is really...
Science is at its peak
So, hooligans are not scary, they are afraid that hooligans are educated. This sentence makes a lot of sense. When a violent gangster learns cost control, it is really a disaster that comes.
Put him out, staring at the squirming bag for a while, Miyashigaki raised his chin and said
The young man who dragged the bag over squatted down, untied the strap on the bag, and then slashed the hole of the bag down, revealing a dirty head.
This is a standard beard, with black hair and black beard. His slightly fat face actually has a star-shaped tattoo. His swollen eyes were opened hard, revealing a pair of light blue eyes in his thick eyelids.
This guy obviously suffered a lot. The obesity on his face may be swollen, and his beard was covered with blood, and he still couldn't tell what it was.
I have already said that what you asked has nothing to do with me. Just as my head was exposed from the bag, this guy couldn't wait to say tremblingly in fluent Japanese, those two guys are indeed mine, but I didn't know what they did. They took other people's money and were doing things for others.
Miyashita looked at him expressionlessly, without saying a word
The light came from the top of his head, his gloomy face was hidden in the shadows, looking up from the Russian perspective would give people a very terrifying feeling, let alone his life and death are in the hands of the other person.
Yes, yes, it must be Ovickin, Vladislav Ovickin, he must have done it. The Russians were frightened. His thick and blue lips were trembling. Under his cold red nose, two clear snot flowed down, which had flowed through his upper lips and was about to flow into his mouth. But he kept saying that he suffered a considerable loss some time ago, and thought that the Japanese betrayed him...
Miyashita Kita smiled coldly, he turned his head and looked around. Seeing a threaded steel bar more than one meter long being discarded in the corner, he ignored the Russian and turned around and walked towards the steel bar.
This Russian is not honest. If he only gave a name, it might be somewhat credible. But he mentioned that Ovichkin suffered losses. Why do you think that the Japanese betrayed him? This is a pity. Kita Kita of Miyashita is sure that he must be aware of the shooting.
Walking over and picking up the steel bar in your hand, weighing it with the flow, Miyashita Kita turned around and walked back
Ah, what are you going to do... The Russian face turned pale in an instant, he said stutteringly
But at this time, the transformation of Sugibe District has not yet begun. Keio is a complete urban-rural fringe. At the same time, it is also a place where sins are breeding. Even Japanese violent groups are unwilling to stay here because the public security here is too poor.
In the past few years, some Chinese gangs have gathered in the area of Keio. In the past two years, another group of Russians have been involved. The original local gang forces have been squeezed out. This place has become a place where everything looks normal during the day, but all kinds of sinful abscesses will be brewed at night.
Not many people will like this place that breeds sin and darkness, but there are many exceptions. At least for those who do not have legal identities, the police will not come here to harass them from time to time. They can at least find one or several jobs that are not well-paid, but are enough to make a living.
The convoy slowly drove into the entrance on the south side of the station under the cover of night. This entrance is next to the park and is a place that had been sealed. There is also an abandoned train track on the ground at the entrance. If you count it, this old track has been around for decades. It used to be a special train track dedicated to transporting reserve grain to the Keiko Grain Reserve.
During the bumpy ride, the convoy drove into the station, and at the intersection, a man in black was standing there. When he saw the convoy coming in, he made a gesture to the right, and then followed him trotted all the way.
Outside a deserted warehouse door, the convoy stopped and through the car window, Miyajiki Kita saw Shinmasaki Hanoi limping out of the warehouse door. With the lights projected by the headlights, he could see the blood on his body splattered with stars, as if he had just experienced a fight.
The car stopped, and Miyashita Kita pushed the door and got out of the car, just in time to meet Shin Hanoi who was walking closer. He looked at the other party and asked: Where is the person?
Inside, Hanoi Shin bowed and said, "There are two in total, both Russians."
Miyashita Kita patted his shoulder, then wiped his body and walked straight towards the half-open warehouse door
This is obviously an abandoned warehouse, very spacious, with a size of two or three hundred square meters. There are a lot of cracks on the concrete floor. There are various graffiti on the surrounding walls, many of which are marked in Russian.
Half of the ceiling of the warehouse has collapsed, with wooden beams exposed on the roof. An external cable pulled in from the ventilated blinds, hanging a high-power light bulb in the middle of the warehouse, which can illuminate every corner of the warehouse.
The abandoned warehouse should be lived in. In the corner on the right, there are three dirty Simmons mattresses, and a foldable small table with a large number of food packaging bags, fast food boxes and other garbage, as well as some dirty bones and disposable syringes of unknown purpose, tin foil
Just next to the pile of garbage, there was a large pool of blood, and on the wall slightly farther away, there were splattered blood, which stained a large wall. A man with his upper body curled up beside the wall in an almost weird position.
His body was lying on the ground, his chest facing the wall, but his face twisted behind him, as if his neck had been twisted off. However, if you look closely, you can see that not his neck was twisted off, but that most of his neck disappeared, and at the same time, there was a large skull on his right side on his head.
There is no doubt that this was shot and was shot at close range. First, half of the skull was shot and the whole person fell to the wall. Then, during the fall, he was shot in the second shot at the neck, and half of the neck was blown away. The person hit the wall and then slipped to the ground.
The blood splattered on the wall should have been sputtered when he was shot, and the large pool of blood on the ground flowed out from the wound on his neck and gathered there along the sunken terrain.
The man's body was covered with tattoos, but his tattoo was different from the Ukiyo-e tattoo commonly found in Japanese gangsters. It was a kind of gun and religious hodgepodge. Looking at the guy's hair color, skin color and body shape, you will know that he is not an Asian, but a white man, and is likely to be a Russian gangster.
Five or six meters away from the body, there was a man standing against the wall. No, to be precise, she was not standing there, but hanging there, two threaded steel bars passed through her left and right collarbone positions, hanging her entirely on the wall.
Although she is a woman, she also has a lot of tattoos on her body, which is similar to that man's tattoo. Judging from her long golden hair, she is obviously not an Asian person.
The woman was covered in wounds, and she could hardly find a complete piece of flesh on her naked body. The inner side of her thighs was even cut by six or seven parallel wounds. The flesh and blood were turned out of the way, and it could make her scalp numb at a glance, but it was not very bleeding. Obviously, the person who took the action avoided the blood vessels and arteries, and the method of cutting the knife was very particular.
The entire warehouse is filled with the smell of moldy food, and the strong bloody smell is mixed in, making it very uncomfortable to smell it.
Where is the person? Miyashita Kita's eyes were wandering around the warehouse, and he didn't stop at the dead man and the person who was about to die. He asked directly
Shin Hanoi raised his arm and gestured to a young man opposite him.
The young man nodded, turned around and walked quickly towards the Simmons mattresses. He moved one of the mattresses against the wall, then squatted down, picked up a blood-stained burlap bag from the ground, and dragged it back.
There was obviously a living person in this burlap bag because he was still struggling in the bag, accompanied by struggle, and the sound of whimpering came from it.
Miyashita Kita saw that there were a lot of ice chips on the burlap bag, and he couldn't help but look at Shin Hanoi curiously.
These Russians are all geniuses. As long as they can make money, they can do anything. Hanoi said expressionlessly, they can be the best chemists, preparations, and they can also play good surgeons. They specially prepare freezers for surgery, and it is easier to avoid police investigations.
Miyashita Kita understood immediately, and this group of people not only sold drugs, but also sold human organs.
Yes, now the Russian gangs are in line with the world. They have learned cost control. Compared with organ trafficking, organizing transnational prostitution and human trafficking is obviously not scientific enough, because they have to always worry about the people under control running away, and also care about their food and accommodation. In terms of supply and demand, both industries belong to the buyer's market and the cost recovery period is relatively long.
Now, it is obvious that it is much more scientific in selling human organs. Organs placed in petri dishes will not run away by themselves, and it also saves the expense of food and accommodation. For those who need to change their organs, this type of product is hard currency, which is really...
Science is at its peak
So, hooligans are not scary, they are afraid that hooligans are educated. This sentence makes a lot of sense. When a violent gangster learns cost control, it is really a disaster that comes.
Put him out, staring at the squirming bag for a while, Miyashigaki raised his chin and said
The young man who dragged the bag over squatted down, untied the strap on the bag, and then slashed the hole of the bag down, revealing a dirty head.
This is a standard beard, with black hair and black beard. His slightly fat face actually has a star-shaped tattoo. His swollen eyes were opened hard, revealing a pair of light blue eyes in his thick eyelids.
This guy obviously suffered a lot. The obesity on his face may be swollen, and his beard was covered with blood, and he still couldn't tell what it was.
I have already said that what you asked has nothing to do with me. Just as my head was exposed from the bag, this guy couldn't wait to say tremblingly in fluent Japanese, those two guys are indeed mine, but I didn't know what they did. They took other people's money and were doing things for others.
Miyashita looked at him expressionlessly, without saying a word
The light came from the top of his head, his gloomy face was hidden in the shadows, looking up from the Russian perspective would give people a very terrifying feeling, let alone his life and death are in the hands of the other person.
Yes, yes, it must be Ovickin, Vladislav Ovickin, he must have done it. The Russians were frightened. His thick and blue lips were trembling. Under his cold red nose, two clear snot flowed down, which had flowed through his upper lips and was about to flow into his mouth. But he kept saying that he suffered a considerable loss some time ago, and thought that the Japanese betrayed him...
Miyashita Kita smiled coldly, he turned his head and looked around. Seeing a threaded steel bar more than one meter long being discarded in the corner, he ignored the Russian and turned around and walked towards the steel bar.
This Russian is not honest. If he only gave a name, it might be somewhat credible. But he mentioned that Ovichkin suffered losses. Why do you think that the Japanese betrayed him? This is a pity. Kita Kita of Miyashita is sure that he must be aware of the shooting.
Walking over and picking up the steel bar in your hand, weighing it with the flow, Miyashita Kita turned around and walked back
Ah, what are you going to do... The Russian face turned pale in an instant, he said stutteringly
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