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After Shirakawa Natsumi entered the room, the mercenaries immediately dispersed. Some hid in the opposite room, while others hid behind cover in the corridor, only sticking out their gun barrels.
"?" Arishima Akasaka was knocked down onto the tatami mat. Her mouth was agape, and she was completely stunned.
Some videos of special forces that I had seen on TV came to mind.
Shirakawa Natsu didn't have time to pay attention to Shima Akasaka. He heard footsteps coming from the corridor, the footsteps were chaotic, and he seemed to vaguely hear shouts.
"What the hell is going on?"
He's pretty confused right now.
Creekwood pulled the safety off his rifle, ready to unleash a burst of fire as soon as he spotted an enemy.
In their sight, a middle-aged man clutched his chest, red blood trickling from his fingertips. He ran into the corridor and shouted in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Miss, the Jiyi Society has come to kill!"
He deliberately shouted loudly outside for a while, more like giving people time to get up than asking for help.
"?" A question mark appeared above Shirakawa Natsumi's head. What on earth was going on?
He turned to look at Arishima Akasaka.
Arishima Akasaka's brain short-circuited again, because the man outside was following the script. Next, he would pretend to have entered the wrong room and run to Shirakawa Natsu's room across the street.
Then he turned the tables and killed a Yoshihisa ninja who was chasing after him.
Finally, on his deathbed, he entrusted Shirakawa Natsu to help him.
Since the script is still progressing normally.
Arishima Akasaka looked at the rifle in Riverwood's hand again, and an ominous premonition came over him.
After shouting for a while, the middle-aged man ran to the room where Shirakawa Natsu originally lived across the street, banged on the door, and shouted, "Miss, open the door quickly!"
“…” Akasaka Arishima peeked through the crack in the door at his colleague who was putting on a great show across the way, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
She had clearly seen three armed men hide in that room.
The next second, she saw the door open.
Then a dark gun barrel emerged and was pointed at his forehead.
The middle-aged man's body seemed to have been frozen in place, as if a timer had been pressed.
Two hands reached out from the crack in the door and pulled him inside. The sliding door was closed again, like an abyss that swallowed everything, as if nothing had ever existed.
"?" Shirakawa Natsu was full of questions. She glanced at Arishima Akasaka and said after a moment of silence, "Go and take a look across the street."
He nodded at Miyuki.
Miyuki understood, walked over to Arishima Akasaka, and looked at her.
Shirakawa Natsu and Keiki pushed open the door together. All they had to do was ask the middle-aged man who had been arrested, and everything would come to light.
"Wait...wait a minute." Arishima Akasaka tried to stop them, because according to the script, the Yoshigi-kai ninjas were supposed to appear soon.
Shirakawa Natsu and Keiki had already walked onto the passageway.
At that very moment.
A dark shadow flashed past the passageway, and a masked man dressed in a ninja vest and sandals appeared at the entrance of the passageway.
He was still wearing a Naruto costume.
"Holy crap, what the hell is this?!" Shirakawa Natsu was completely dumbfounded.
He drew the manga "Naruto" two years ago in the hospital. Although it was abandoned, it did become a nationwide sensation.
He also holds the title of a renowned cartoonist.
However, since all of his works were abandoned, he dared not admit it.
The masked man was also taken aback when he saw the two people in the corridor, and immediately bent down and rushed over.
Shirakawa Natsu quickly noticed that he was running very slowly, reached out and pressed down on the hand holding the rifle in the kimono, and pulled out a pistol from his waist.
"Crack! Crack!"
Two shots were fired at the ninja's thigh.
His marksmanship was mediocre; he was only hit once.
"Ah?!" The ninja fell to the ground, clutching his thigh and letting out a bloodcurdling scream.
"?" Shirakawa Natsu held up his pistol, considering whether to fire a follow-up shot, worried that the guy would jump up and form hand seals.
It seems the screams carried too far.
On the other side of the corridor, the director appeared with his assistant. Upon seeing this scene, the camera crashed to the ground.
Chapter 676 Couldn't Hold It In
The hot spring pool was shrouded in mist.
Arishima Akasaka and his female assistant knelt on the cold ground, their clothes soaked by the splashing hot spring water, outlining their exquisite curves.
But with their faces pressed against the cold ground, they trembled all over and dared not move.
Screams echoed in my ears.
The director was suspended upside down by a rope, the other end of which was held by a stream tree.
His head was plunged into the hot spring pool, making a "glug" sound.
Shirakawa Natsumi waved to Keiki, who understood and pulled the rope, finally bringing the director's head out of the spring.
"Cough cough cough." He coughed desperately, spitting out water, tears and snot mixed together.
But he didn't even have time to cough. He desperately begged Shirakawa Natsu for forgiveness: "Waaah, big brother, I'm sorry, I really didn't know! Please, please forgive me!"
"Oh." Shirakawa Natsumi said calmly, "Are you going to say that you've already apologized, what more do you want, or that this was just a joke and you can't take a joke?"
"Waaah, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." the director pleaded desperately.
Shirakawa Natsumi waved to Keiki, who then let go and slammed his head into the spring water.
The bubbling of the spring water symbolizes the director's painful struggle.
Shirakawa Natsu turned her head and looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground. A ninja was lying on a stretcher next to her. His wounds had been treated and bandaged.
He was trembling all over, but dared not cry out in pain.
Next to him were three other staff members, who remained kneeling.
Arishima Akasaka and his female assistant trembled with fear.
No one dared to raise their head.
Shirakawa Natsu shook her head, then her gaze finally fell on Arishima Akasaka. She walked over and squatted down beside her: "Raise your head."
Arishima Akasaka trembled at the sound of footsteps, his body almost touching the ground.
He was trembling all over and didn't dare to look up.
"I won't say it a second time," Shirakawa Natsu's voice was icy.
Akasaka Arishima trembled even more violently. She looked up shakily, her beautiful face covered with tears.
With her big, pitiful eyes, she looked at Shirakawa Natsumi, too scared to even beg for mercy.
"Do you know how big of a mess you've made?" Shirakawa Natsu crossed her arms.
"Waaaa...waaaa." Arishima Akasaka cried, tears streaming down his face.
Shirakawa Natsumi took out her pistol and "clicked" on the safety.
Arishima Akasaka immediately stopped crying, his face stiffening and turning bright red.
"What are you planning to do about this?" Shirakawa Natsu was too lazy to go find the director; he was just a working-class guy.
In terms of status, only Akasaka Arishima can be considered a second-tier star here.
"Please...please, let me be your woman, don't leave me with them." Akasaka Arishima trembled uncontrollably.
She was truly terrified, and all sorts of bizarre TV drama scenarios flashed through her mind.
“No need.” Shirakawa Natsu said coldly, “Now I’ll give you a solution. We’re here to get things done. 20 billion yen, not a penny less.”
He leaned closer, almost touching her cheek, and said, "And let me tell you, if 20 billion yen can solve the problem now, you should thank God."
He wasn't lying at all.
Yuzuriha dispatched the Yamagishi family's most elite troops, clearly intending to establish her authority, but this resulted in such a blunder.
This will make their peers laugh for the rest of their lives.
“You need to know,” Shirakawa Natsu said, resting her chin on his hand, “that the underworld values face more than life itself.”
Here's the trouble.
Arishima Akasaka is no ordinary person; she is a celebrity, and the most famous celebrity in the world of anime and manga.
This means that a high percentage of her fans are keyboard warriors.
The Yamagishi family is a puppet of the government, but if public opinion becomes too strong, they can also get into trouble.
Shirakawa Natsumi's assertiveness was partly to appease her.
Looking at it now, it's clear that the results are quite good.
Arishima Akasaka was completely panicked.
The director plunged headfirst into the spring water and stopped struggling.
"I'm...I'm sorry, but I really don't have 10 billion yen, please, I'll give you it all." Arishima Akasaka cried and begged for mercy.
Compared to life, money and such are no longer important.
Shirakawa Natsu looked up at Ximu: "What should we do with these people?"
Ximu pulled the director out of the spring. His eyes were white, and he saw that there was more water coming out than coming in.
"Tear down the ugly ones and sell them for money." Xi Mu's gaze swept over several staff members: "Take the good-looking ones to entertain customers. There are plenty of rich men and women."
The staff on the ground were trembling violently.
The two good-looking people secretly breathed a sigh of relief; even if they had to eat cream puffs every day, at least they could survive.
"After it's been played with to pieces, take it apart again." Xi Mu's voice was like a devil's whisper.
The glimmer of hope that had just been ignited in the eyes of the two staff members instantly turned into fear.
"I...I'll write an IOU, please, I promise I'll pay you back," Arishima Akasaka cried out to Shirakawa Natsu.
She dared not even imagine what fate awaited her.
Being turned into a ball of fluff is considered lucky.
"You want to pay in installments? Do you think we're a bank?" Shirakawa Natsumi threatened him enough: "Actually, I'm not some kind of demon. There's another way that will allow you to not have to pay back the money."
"Huh?" Arishima Akasaka looked up at Shirakawa Natsu's handsome face.
Some strange and bizarre scenarios started popping into my head.
For example, making his plush balls.
If it's just for personal use and doesn't involve any strange modifications, she feels it's acceptable.
Shirakawa Natsu glanced at her eyes and sensed that she was thinking about something impolite. He didn't bother to beat around the bush with her: "Our Yamagishi family has always put reputation first. Since we agreed to help you eliminate the Yoshikikai, then we must eliminate the Yoshikikai. After it's done, you only need to pay us 10 billion yen."
"Huh?" Arishima Akasaka's big eyes were full of confusion. Yoshikikai was an organization that the director made up on the spot.
There's no such thing as the Jiyi Society in reality.
Shirakawa Natsuchō's stream beckons.
She walked over and said, "In the next town, there is a Quanqing Society, which is an organization under the Tokyo Yamada Group. They help the Yamada Group transport medicine powder."
"Waaah..." Arishima Akasaka felt like she had heard something incredible; even she, as an entertainer, had heard of the Yamada Group.
A long-established and notorious violent organization in Tokyo.
“Chairman Izumi Kiyoshi is fifty-two years old this year, and his name is Izumi Kiyogoro.” Shirakawa Natsu stared at Arishima Akasaka: “If you like the script, then continue acting.”
He narrowed his eyes: "From now on, you are Izumi Seigoro's illegitimate daughter. For your mother's sake, you have invited us to avenge you."
"?" Arishima Akasaka's mouth gaped open, his body shuddered, and he suddenly felt a swelling below, trying hard to hold it in.