"What do you think, sir? How was my proposal?" the man asked in a firm voice from the person sitting before him.
"It is well-planned, seems like you were digging deep into the syndicate, Mr. Kuzinoha. I guess... this might be much more helpful to us than I expected it to be." The person said in affirmation as he sipped wine.
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Takeda. I suppose this is it... thank you for having me today. If I am able to find some new information, I will come to you directly." Kuzinoha said with a firm smile and stood up.
"Feel free to ring me any time. So, let's part here and as we had discussed keep an eye on the syndicate as well their ins and outs." Takeda told Kuzinoha in a serious tone and left the place with his three guards.
"Sure..." as he said, Takeda had already left. He was all alone in that room.
With a smirk, he stood up and cocked his pistol.
Takeda had come to that place, with his five men. Three went in with him and two were inside the car. The place looked like an old bar. There were more bars like this in that area. The weather was already cloudy and thus, rain drops had started to fall.
As, Takeda moved out under the sky, the guard tagged with no.08 opened an umbrella to shield him from rain. Then, no. 08 opened the gate of the car. The moment, he stepped a foot into the car, he was struck in head by a bullet. It went through his scull, shattering his cranium. He died in an instant and his blood spread all over.
The guards panicked as they failed to protect Mr.Takeda. One of them called 119, others were trying to find the direction of the bullet and stop his bleeding. One with no.011, went inside the bar, to call out Kuzinoha, so he could help them out.
But, Kuzinoha was not there. The individual standing before him was a different person, whom he knew vividly.
Nearly, seventeen years ago, an assasin was very famous among the Yakuzas and some small cartels. He was an asset of Tokyo centered 'FujimoriSyndicate'. He was strong as well as brutal, so much that he was entitled as 'TheButcher'. But, he also met his fate. He was killed by someone of his caliber, a mysterious man who went by the alias 'John'.
That John, now stood before no. 011. Before he could speak any word or to be precise he couldn't speak due to fear of the man standing in front of him. He didn't even move an inch, so, he was shot in head and died.
John marched towards the gate in order to kill the remaining guards.