Athletic Slime, an illegal drug organization based in Euthanasia City, has a majority of its constituents who are immigrants. Except for immigrants, he is a former Chinese mafia and there is not a single Japanese.
Originally formed exclusively by the Chinese Mafia, it was a pattern in which Chinese-based organizations entered Japan as well, but due to the devastation of their own organizations, there was no place to return, and it was up to them to decide to root on the back streets of Japan.
Immigrant organizations and Chaney's Mafia are less welcome in the back streets. Especially in Pharmaceutical Buddha City, he is clearly made an eye-catcher from the back street. Although Euthanasia City has few immigrant and Chinese mafia-oriented organizations, those organizations still tend to collide easily with organizations in the back streets of Japanese subjects.
In the first place, the existence of a backward-looking presence in Japan began with the war against the Chinese mafia, which came into Japan during the mass migration of immigrants. There's no way we can get along. For this reason, athletic slime was also like a day of shredding on a needle. The majority of illegal drug organizations in Euthanasia are enemies. None of the organizations in the same series have friendships.
It is an athletic slime going down the path of Tsubaki, but it will never be devastated, and it survived many pinches, increasing the size of the organization.
And Athletic Slime took a big turn a few days ago.
For about three months now, Athletic Slime faced a different crisis. Instead of being an external enemy, it developed into an internal protest, divided into two factions: a Chinese system with many executives and an immigrant system with few executives but an overwhelming majority.
Seeing its internal rivalry as an opportunity, an organization hostile to athletic slime entered the immigrant faction with a weakening nuance of athletic slime.
"Mr. Lei, I can't trust you right now. At the same Chinese point as them."
A hotel room. A beauty with a very forbidden style on lustrous brown skin, dressed in a red dress, sitting unconstitutionally at the table in front of her eyes, as if to incite a guest sitting in a chair, says grumpy as she sprinkles tobacco.
"Until now, we've been used as good as any by the high-strung Chinese mafia scumbags. They looked down on us like slaves or something."
Many times I reassemble my legs, the woman says. With tense, healthy long legs exposed from a thin fabric skirt with cuts down to the base of his leg, Li Lei tries not to look down as much as possible and strives to see the woman's face. By the way, the chest of the dress also has a cut in it and you can clearly see the puffiness of the chest. Shoulders are rounded out, sides are easily visible, and overall sexual appeal is high.
"I hope you don't think they're all the same because they happen to be shit. Just because aliens happen to meet shitty guys and feel bad about it, how do you feel when you say all earthlings are shit and you treat them like shit? From what I can tell, that's how you feel."
Li Lei's returned words were a substitute for the woman as if she had never expected it, and the woman was blinking her eyes.
"You're a strange analogue. I know what you're trying to say, and you have a different vibe than them."
"We only have one thing in common: the same Chinese. I'm on the chase side, the catch side, the kill side. Those guys are the side to be chased, the side to be caught, the side to be killed. I move beneath the law, and they are condemned by the law."
Incidentally, "by law" is not a typo in this case. Because it's not judged by judicial decisions, it's handled literally.
The Chinese secret agents lurking in Japan, including Li Lei, have one of the important tasks of disposing of the Chinese mafia operating in Japan. Neighbouring countries surrounded by a sea of interrupted national traffic is a good environment for the Mafias.
Athletic Slime is already out of China itself, so it may not be called the Chinese Mafia, but from the Chinese government's point of view it is still a marked subject to be pursued. It can't be easy to miss it just because it's out of country.
"Marcella, I don't care if you get the rights to 'The Ringing of the Sea' or if you reign as the boss. But, it's my claim that Zhou Junjie can't do" Zhou Chinche ". If you crush only Zhou Junjie and his Chinese criminals, that's how I achieve my role. It's my job to find out what happens to criminals out of my country."
Li Lei claims, the woman called Marcella puts on an extra face.
Regardless, this is not the first time Marcella has heard this claim by Lei Li. It would just be a reminder. But that's not the word Marcella wanted.
"My men suspect you, too. You can trust me, though. I want proof, not words. Otherwise, it's hard to fight together."
Marcella, in fact, fights Li Leida's secret agent, Brick, and thinks it's very reliable to be able to fight the Chinese faction of Athletic Slime. But my men have a strong backlash, and I can't contain it.
"It's the boss's job to keep it down."
Marcela struck her tongue at Lei's words.
"I'm a tentative leader. A lot of guys don't trust me. Anyway, I was also the mistress of Zhou Junjie's" Ziochinche ". I was a young woman, an immigrant, but I was an executive because of my mistress, and a lot of people wanted to have pussy. Actually, you're right."
Marcella speaking with a slight laugh.
"Then you should decide there's no fighting."
A troublesome Li Lei shrugs her shoulder small in a throwing mood
"Then I'm clearly saying yes. I know that fighting together is a good choice for each other. I want to do it smoothly. That's why Lee Lee, you prove it to us. That you're a trusted partner."
"Do you throw it all round here -. You, grab an older man. That sounds great. Or do I, look younger? I'd love to, though. Or is it that you're actually grandma, desperately young, older than me?
Come on, it's getting rough, and Li Lei stood up with a sarcastic joke. I'm starting to think that we could decide that we didn't have this story anymore.
"I'm not willing to throw you round enough to tell you to think about what to prove. Conditional, I want you to fight."
"I don't care. It's a condition, isn't it?
"I want Junko Yukioka to remodel it."
Li Lei was stunned when he was offered conditions that were no more difficult than he could have imagined.
"Why not..."
"Now some immigrant members are going to be remodeled, too. Since Chinese members are also going to modify it, I think they may have bowled it in the Yukooka Laboratory. As for Junko Suzuoka, the partnership of" Sea Ringing "doesn't seem to matter to us. We're talking about partnering with the winner, and we're working with both.
"Oh well. But I'm sorry. We refuse."
Li Lei has heard of it several times. Talk about Junko Suzuoka remodeling and fighting against each other. While deciding that this is probably the case as well, I later decide to make a genuine phone call to hear more about it.
"Too bad. But at least stay out of our way."
Marcella stabs the nail with a calm voice at Lei Lei, who walks away.
"I don't think so, and that's our dialogue."
Lei stopped for a moment, threw up in an annoying tone and left the room.
Bridge Law I believes that more than 90% of the residents on the back street are those who did not fit into the frame.
The world is surrounded by frames. boundaries of concepts such as ordinary, general, standard and common sense. Many believe it is normal to fit within that frame, and they measure themselves and others by reference to the thoughts in the frame.
For example, a few dozen minutes ago, the uncle of Law I met by accident at the Japanese coffee shop (I regretted that I should not have had a conversation with him) interacted with Law I like this.
"You still don't get married that year?
"Because I have no edge. I mean, it's only twenty-seven, and it's not uncommon for a guy my age to be single."
"Sounds like a good feather swing, but what are you doing? Don't do anything weird that you can't talk about in public, even if it's good."
"... Yes"
"They won't even contact the house. I'm worried about your parents. Maybe there's a situation, but call him once in a while."
There's nothing wrong with that.
"Then I'll have to contact you extra. You're the only one who's completely renouncing relatives. Then you can count on it when something happens."
"I'm not counting on you."
Against my uncle, who kept waving his things from the top with his gaze, the law was becoming more frustrating at the end of the conversation, and his tone seemed to be blatantly dally. I was also out of my sight from my uncle.
Seeing that attitude of Law One, his uncle sighed, as he had given up.
(Even we backstreet - no, even outsiders outside the boundaries have an impact on society. But from what you can see, you discriminate against all of us who are out of bounds. I am the normal, I am the average person, and you are the only discriminators who believe that in boundaries is the only one who should spit, unconscious)
Take out the gun and say, "I'll fly!" Driven by the urge to shoot him to his uncle's feet, "Lawichi took a seat to end this painful time.
(Is it a warm place in the frame? Is it a world where kindness is guaranteed?)
I think Law One is important on that point. Otherwise, I don't think it's worth welcoming into the frame until you kill yourself.
(It's funny how I want something like that when I don't open my heart to anyone else in the first place and nobody can believe me anymore)
With self-derision and self-pity at the same time, Law One looked back inside the coffee shop and saw his uncle making a phone call with a grumpy face. I'm sure he's saying something bad about himself, and Law One, for some reason, was laughing and spilling a smile.
"Hey, it's a coincidence"
A familiar voice sounded, and when Law One looked back, a young man with light black skin stood.
"Muang Chai? At times like this, it's an odd encounter - you should say. Rare coincidences, coincidences - overlapping coincidences, coincidences, well, that's better said."
"Right. Remember."
When Law One teaches, a man who had a dong patsy the other day laughs.
"We're enemies for once, and we're not talking."
Act I to spill a smile and pay attention.
"Which enemy? Right now, my organization has all sorts of enemies. Mr. Ohashi, are you hired by Zhou?
"That's something you shouldn't hear either."
"But we can't lose. Me, I lost to Mr. Ohashi before this, but maybe I can win the next fight. But I don't want to fight Mr. Ohashi."
Listening to Muanchai's dialogue, Law One frowned.
"You were remodeled at the Snow Oka Institute, too?
"Ah... hit"
To the point of Law One, Muanchai holds his mouth down with his hand that it's gone.
"In that case, you should say the middle or the right answer. I like the right answer. You're right as a backstreet resident not to react honestly and say it. Too much talk."
"Ugh... right"
Continuing to be cautious of Law One, Muanchai puts his head on a decidedly bad note.
"Why don't you have a cup of tea? I want to have a lot of chats with Mr. Ohashi."
"I was just drinking. And I just told you not to talk too much."
To Muang Chai's invitation, Laichi spilled a slight smile again, entering the coffee shop where he had been. My uncle was gone at some point.