Three corpses lay on the ground with their eyes wide open. Blood flowed from their foreheads and quickly soaked the floor.
The strong smell of blood filled the room. Toru remained calm, but Togawa Kiyotsugu was terrified out of his mind. He clutched his stomach and retched.
Although he was a gambling addict who would even sell his daughter for money to gamble, Togawa Kiyotsugu had never seen such a tragic scene in his life.
Killing without hesitation, without even saying an extra word.
Looking at the calm-faced Toru in front of him, it was like seeing the Grim Reaper walking among the living. His legs trembled as he knelt on the ground, not even daring to look at him.
Toru took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.
"Boss, what are your orders?"
"Kir, find some cleaners to deal with these three bodies."
As he spoke, Toru read out an address.
"Yes, Boss."
Rena gave no unnecessary words.
For the Black Organization, who often killed people, besides large-scale bombings or using schemes to kill people so that the police could not find evidence, they also handled situations like crimes of passion.
The Black Organization had its own specialized cleanup team, far more professional than the drug dealers in South America.
The Central Intelligence Agency also had specialized departments.
However, Toru would avoid using the CIA's resources if possible, so that Spencer would have nothing to complain about.
As for the Black Organization, this kind of free labor would be foolish not to use.
After giving instructions to Rena, Toru put away his phone.
He let one hand hang by his side while holding the pistol and turned to look at Togawa Kiyotsugu.
Kiyotsugu's body trembled. He knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed while crying loudly.
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me. For Sakiko's sake, please spare me."
He slammed his forehead against the ground again and again, making dull thudding sounds. Even when his forehead became bruised and started bleeding, he did not dare stop.
"You still remember Sakiko?"
Toru sneered. Such a father was truly disgusting.
Sure enough, the saying was true, gamblers never meet a good end.
Kiyotsugu forced an obsequious smile.
"I... I'm just a nobody. Killing me is like killing a dog to someone like you. There's really no need to dirty your hands."
"I didn't see anything just now. I really didn't see anything."
Toru said calmly,
"It doesn't matter. Even if you did see it, it wouldn't matter. The police wouldn't believe you."
"So even if I kill you here, no one would know."
A foul smell spread from beneath Kiyotsugu. He was so frightened that he urinated.
Toru took two steps back in disgust.
"Forget it. For Sakiko's sake, I'll spare your life."
"Get lost. Go as far away as possible. Don't let me see you again in this lifetime, otherwise your fate will be the same as theirs."
"By the way, you'd better not think about hiding in Tokyo. These three are from the Matsuba Society, a well-known yakuza organization in Tokyo."
"They died here, and you still owe them a large sum of money. If you stay in Tokyo, you'll probably end up having your organs sold."
Kiyotsugu was overjoyed.
"I will definitely go far away and never appear in front of you again. I definitely won't stay in Tokyo."
"No, I will leave Japan and run to the other side of the Earth. I absolutely won't dirty your eyes."
When Kiyotsugu borrowed fifty million yen, he had already prepared an escape plan.
Although he was addicted to gambling, he had once been a core figure in the Togawa Group, so his mind was not completely useless.
He had already arranged a route to escape. First go to a country in South America, then head to Mexico, and finally enter the United States through the Mexican border.
If he won the money, he would continue gambling. If he lost, he would run immediately.
As for whether the yakuza would target his daughter afterward, he would not care.
However, what Kiyotsugu did not expect was that the lenders had been interested in Sakiko from the beginning. This was a trap from the start, so he was caught before he could even escape.
Toru took a check from his pocket and threw it toward Kiyotsugu.
Kiyotsugu thought to himself that this man was quite generous, even giving him money.
If he had known earlier, he might as well have sold Sakiko to him. Why bother going to the Matsuba Society?
Just as Kiyotsugu was feeling annoyed, Toru said.
"When the cleaners arrive later, remember to give them the money."
"If you don't give it, or if the amount isn't enough, they'll clean you up as well."
After saying this, Toru had no desire to stay in this house filled with the smell of alcohol, blood, and urine. He turned and walked toward the door.
Before leaving, he glanced at a closet.
It was a small space of about one square meter, barely enough for someone around 1.6 meters tall to stretch their legs.
This dark corner had been the room of the former young lady of the Togawa Group, Sakiko.
Sakiko really was unfortunate to have such a father.
It wasn't Sakiko's fault. Her willingness to take care of her father showed her sense of filial duty.
The problem was that the young Sakiko did not understand the mindset of a gambling addict. She did not know that when someone becomes addicted to gambling, it marks the beginning of their family's destruction. No matter how wealthy the family is, there will eventually come a day when everything collapses.
Stepping outside and breathing the fresh air, Toru adjusted his collar and walked toward his house.
Not long after, a van stopped in front of the Togawa house.
Three men wearing cleaning uniforms and masks stepped out.
They walked directly into the dilapidated house, glanced at the three corpses on the floor and at Kiyotsugu, who was slumped on the ground too afraid to make a sound, and began cleaning the scene without saying a word, like living corpses.
This was their professional rule. Do not ask questions, do not make noise, do not show emotion. Just do the job.
The three were extremely professional.
They placed the bodies into body bags, used instruments to scan the areas that might have been splattered with blood, and then used special chemical reagents to clean everything.
After finishing, two of them carried the bodies to the van. The last person walked up to Kiyotsugu.
Kiyotsugu was startled and hurriedly handed over the check he was holding.
The man checked the authenticity and amount of the check, silently put it away, and left.
Only after the van drove away did Kiyotsugu finally dare to breathe deeply.
Only then did he realize that the world was far more terrifying and mysterious than he had imagined.
He once thought he understood how society operated.
But today, he had only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of true darkness.
Killing people casually, cleaning up quickly and cleanly. Even the yakuza in Japan seemed somewhat amateurish compared to these professionals.
Kiyotsugu did not dare stay at home any longer. He quickly pulled out a sum of yen hidden under a blanket.
This was the money he had saved for his escape. It was probably the last bit of rationality left in this gambling addict.
He took out his phone and contacted a smuggler.
"I agree to your price. I only have one request. Take me away as quickly as possible."
"There's a boat tomorrow night? Good, good. I'll head there right away."
Kiyotsugu did not dare bring anything else and hurried out of the house with the money in his pocket.
...
On the way back to the mansion, Toru passed by a park.
"Matsuba Society..."
Walking along the park path, Toru frowned and murmured.
He knew this yakuza group and had even dealt with them before.
The Filipino Monkeys he had killed in the library previously had been hired by the Matsuba Society to seize territory.
After killing those people, Toru had someone investigate.
The librarian involved in drug trafficking was not part of the Matsuba Society. He had only paid them to hire those Filipinos.
So Toru did not take action against the Matsuba Society at that time because they were not targeting him directly. They were simply hired.
But he did not expect to get involved with the Matsuba Society again today.
"I always feel like there's something strange about this yakuza organization."
Since it felt strange, the best choice was to investigate it thoroughly.
As soon as this thought appeared, Toru became troubled.
Who should he send to investigate?
Curacao already had too many tasks. He could not assign her anything else for now.
Rena had to complete both her own assignments and the missions given by the Black Organization.
Especially now that Gin was temporarily injured and unable to act, many tasks had fallen onto Rena.
If he gave her more work, she might actually collapse from exhaustion.
Ayanokoji was very capable, especially in analysis and logistics.
However, he still had limited exposure. Investigating yakuza organizations was something he would struggle to approach. This was completely different from investigating large corporate groups.
Should he ask Rei?
Given Rei's patriotic feelings, he would certainly be willing to investigate yakuza organizations in Tokyo.
But that was also the problem.
If evidence of the organization's crimes were discovered, Toru's idea would be how to use it to gain benefits for himself.
But Rei would definitely want to eliminate the entire organization, which did not align with Toru's intentions.
"When you actually need people, you realize how few you have. Especially elites."
Toru felt a bit troubled.
At that moment, his eyes lit up as he suddenly thought of someone.
"Akai Shuichi..."
Shuichi was very capable, and more importantly, he did not have the same emotional attachment to Japan as Rei.
Given Shuichi's personality, even if he discovered something during the investigation, he would not act impulsively. Instead, he would think from a broader perspective.
As for how to make Shuichi cooperate.
The only person Toru could think of was...
He took out his phone again.
"It's rare for you to call me first."
"Tell me, what do you need my help with?"
Akai Mary's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Have your son do something for me."
"It probably won't be too difficult."
"No, this matter is very simple for him as an FBI agent. By the way, we should meet sometime."
Toru thought about Spencer's mission.
He might actually need Mary's help.
(To be continued.)
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