Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1181 Do you want to create an incident in Hong Kong?

Yang Jingyi turned to look at James Eisen. The only condition she was willing to hand over the gold treasure was that the person who murdered her husband be killed.

"James, I think as a true old beauty, you'll keep your promise, right?"

James Eisen shrugged and spread his hands.

"Of course, the Secretary of State has already spoken with Fujiwara Heiyasu by phone, and Fujiwara Heiyasu has agreed that if Fujiwara Shizuka cannot obtain his forgiveness, then she is at your disposal..."

He was worried that his California accent was too strong, so he spoke in a London accent.

"Madam, what I mean is you can shoot now. Don't worry, there won't be any problems..."

He muttered something to himself again.

"I am the most committed to keeping my promises."

Yang Jingyi nodded in satisfaction. It seemed her $50,000 hadn't been wasted; James Eisen was now completely on her side. Actually, she didn't have any deep feelings for Mao Jing; their marriage was merely an arranged one between families. But that damned Mao Jing had made a will before his death, stipulating that if he were to die a violent death, all his inheritance, including his father's, would be held by a foundation.

Unless Yang Jingyi avenges him, he will not be able to unfreeze the inheritance from the foundation and hand it over to Yang Jingyi for her to handle; otherwise, he will not receive a single penny.

After Mao Jing was killed by Fujiwara Shizuka, his lawyer immediately activated the foundation. As a result, Yang Jingyi had no other source of income except for a small amount of living expenses she received from the foundation each month.

Having no other choice, Yang Jingyi asked her father to forge a will from Mao Rengui. Since the gold (she didn't know that Mao Rengui had left Mao Jing a separate deposit of five million US dollars) was going to end up in her hands anyway, she figured she might as well offer it as a donation to the Americans and get their full support for her revenge.

Fujiwara Shizuka turned to James Eisen and said.

“Mr. Eisen, since you won’t give me time to talk to you, then I’ll say it here in front of everyone.”

James Eisen was taken aback. As a politician, he was very sensitive to danger. When he saw Shizuka Fujiwara's calm face, his heart couldn't help but race, as if something big was about to happen.

"what do you want to say?"

Fujiwara Shizuka smiled slightly, completely ignoring the pistol pressed against her forehead. Although her mouth was at a 37-degree angle, the words she spoke were so cold that they sent chills down everyone's spines.

"Mr. Robert, Chief Secretary for Administration, and Mr. Strauss, Secretary for Security, please listen carefully to what I am about to say, Mr. Eisen, as I will only say it once."

Yang Jingyi was furious. She had never been ignored like this before. She cocked the gun with a clatter and roared.

"You damn bitch, go to hell!"

Fujiwara Shizuka parted her lips slightly and uttered a few words.

"Baka yarou, some are dead, some are dead."

Before she could finish speaking, a bright, cold light flashed, and Yang Jingyi screamed in agony. Her hand, which was holding the gun, was severed by a black-clad ninja. The ninja presented the long sword to Fujiwara Shizuka with both hands, then gave the crowd a sinister look before disappearing in mid-air with a somersault.

Fujiwara Shizuka held a long sword in one hand, the tip of which was pointed diagonally at Yang Jingyi, who was rolling on the ground. At this moment, not only James Eisen's face was ashen, but even Robert and Strauss looked very ugly.

Leaving aside James Eisen, Robert and Strauss, as top-level officials in Hong Kong, were actually subjected to violence right in front of them, which shows that they were not taken seriously at all.

Fujiwara Shizuka, with her left hand on her chest and a slight bow, exuded aristocratic elegance in every movement.

"Mr. Robert, Mr. Strauss, please forgive me, but I wanted to speak with you two in peace and quiet."

Fujiwara Shizuka turned and nodded to Long Sihai. Long Sihai waved his hand, and a ninja appeared in mid-air, carrying a small box. He floated down from the air, handed the box to Long Sihai, and then disappeared in a flash.

The dignitaries were terrified, their faces turning pale. This was too incredible; a person had vanished right under their noses. Some sharp-eyed observers noticed that this ninja wasn't the same one from before, meaning there were countless other ninjas hiding in the Peninsula Hotel.

Long Sihai, carrying the small box in one hand, approached Robert and Strauss. He removed his top hat, placed it on his chest, and bowed.

"My lords, this is a great gift from my master to Hong Kong,"

As he spoke, Long Sihai put on his top hat and carefully opened the box. Inside the box lay a blue glass bottle, two-thirds full of liquid.

Robert frowned and asked.

"what is this?"

Long Sihai smiled slightly.

"Commander Robert, you should be careful. This thing is called Yersinia pestis."

Robert and Strauss, including James Eisen, immediately changed their expressions. Even the four FBI agents behind James Eisen immediately drew their pistols and pointed them at Long Sihai.

Robert's face was ashen, and his voice trembled slightly as he pointed at the blue glass bottle and cried out.

"This is actually a plague virus."

Long Sihai laughed heartily.

"As expected of the commander, you are very knowledgeable. By the way, you can immediately summon the people from the Department of Health to test this one."

Robert, of course, wanted to test them. He didn't understand what Fujiwara Shizuka and the others were trying to do. He waved his hand, and Chen Zhichao led the detectives over.

"Sir?"

"Get this box to the Department of Health intact. I need to know what's inside as soon as possible. Also, get this woman to the hospital and try not to let her die."

"Yes, sir!"

Chen Zhichao quickly led his men to comply. Robert looked at Fujiwara Shizuka, knowing that Long Sihai was just a servant, and that talking to a servant was beneath his dignity.

"Ms. Fujiwara Shizuka, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to create a dangerous incident in Hong Kong?"

Fujiwara Shizuka placed her hands on her knees, still looking like a little bird nestled against someone, but her eyes would occasionally dart towards Da Bao's face.

Fujiwara Shizuka bowed and spoke calmly.

“Mr. Robert, Mr. Strauss, there is a Chinese saying that honest people do not do things in secret. These virus reagents are just for my own survival. There are eighteen similar things. My men are guarding eighteen water sources in Hong Kong.”

I assure you, if I give the order, the people of Hong Kong will have no water to drink. You know, water is the source of life. We can eat less, but we can't go without water. Don't you agree?

Robert's facial muscles twitched, and it took him a while to calm down.