The high-frequency electronic watch hand on the tattoo gun vibrated rapidly, making a buzzing sound, and streams of pale cyan tattoo ink squirted out from the thin eyes of the needle, flowing into the skin along the finger of the gun. The pen leaves a beautiful arc on www.biquge.info body.

The tattoo artist's forehead was already soaked with fine sweat, and he was short of breath but did not dare to gasp for breath, for fear of provoking the guests in front of him.

It's a bit polite to say that it's a guest, but it's more appropriate to say that it's an employer... No, strictly speaking, the employer is not counted, after all, the other party has not given him a penny, and it seems that he has no intention of giving money in the future. It should be regarded as a "overlord meal"... No, strictly speaking, no matter how rogue overlord diners are, they won't restrict the freedom of others......

Kidnapper!

The word was born suddenly from the tattoo artist's mind, and he instantly accepted the setting. This is too apt to say that the other party's behavior is unreasonable.

Thinking about these things in his head, the tattoo artist's brain began to be a little confused, and an extremely tangled emotion rose in his heart. The sweat on his forehead became more and more serious, and the tattoo artist did not dare to drip his sweat on the "guest", so he hurriedly wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve.

The muscular, dark black skin exuded a wild glow, and the freshly drawn tattoo on the body became more vivid against the surrounding lights. Several pots of red fireworks burned brightly in the tin bucket, temporarily covering the redness and swelling of the skin just after the tattoo, and it looked a little more natural.

Kurosawa was like a graceful leopard lying on a soft bed, an invisible terrifying majesty emanating from him.

As the neighborhood boss of the 13th arrondissement, Kurosawa must be the youngest of all the big brothers in the past, and this is what he is proud of. At a time when young people of the same age are still struggling to plan for their jobs after graduation, he already has a proud wealth that many people have struggled to achieve in their lifetimes, and the source of these wealth comes from a red pill - "cherry".

Since the discovery of anesthetics, the use of these drugs has never been limited to the medical field. All kinds of hallucinogenic and narcotic illegal drugs appear in the bright and dark markets, affecting and endangering the health of generations of people.

In recent years, a new type of drug called "cherry" has become popular in the dark areas of Tsukishima, which, as the name suggests, has the appearance and shape of a fruit cherry, which looks as crystal clear as red jade, and is endearing. However, the good-looking appearance cannot hide its ugly nature, "cherry" is an extremely addictive man-made hallucinogenic drug, which causes physiological arousal in a short period of time, accompanied by hallucinations in the brain to trigger great pleasure. Of course, this pleasure comes at the expense of a huge amount of one's own health.

And the developer of this "cherry" is none other than Kurosawa!

I don't know how he obtained the basic production method, and after a long period of research and improvement, he finally made this type of drug. In the short period of time when "cherry" entered the market, Kurosawa made a lot of money from it, but there were countless innocent souls behind it.

Kurosawa, who had made his fortune from this, was not satisfied with the status quo, and he actively invested money and began to rapidly develop his power, while also expanding his business into other illegal fields. Over the course of a few years, Kurosawa has become one of the region's leading underworld figures.

At this moment, the legendary young man of the underworld is lazily lying on the soft bed, enjoying his own wonderful time.

Suddenly, a sound of eager footsteps sounded from outside the door, and a cadre seemed to be a middle-aged man rushing in. The quiet time that Kurosawa was enjoying was suddenly interrupted, looking very unhappy, with an extremely impatient expression on his face, he opened his slightly closed eyes and looked at the cadre and said coldly: "What are you panicking about!"

The cadre walked up to Kurosawa and stopped, trying to lean over and say something in Kurosawa's ear, but was interrupted by Black waving his hand in disgust.

"If you have something to say, you can say it, and if you have a fart, let it go. Don't be mysterious, I'm not a government official. ”

Hearing Kurosawa's reprimand, the cadre showed an embarrassed expression on his face, glanced at the tattoo artist who was working seriously with his head down, and finally had to control his voice as much as possible and whispered: "Big brother, our goods have been robbed......

"What?!"

Kurosawa was not as calm as the confidence he had just shown, and when he heard the words, a fierce spirit roared and rolled over, and the tattoo artist was caught off guard by Kurosawa's attack, and the tattoo gun made a striking "scratch" diagonally on the black body, and some places had begun to ooze red blood. The tattoo master couldn't help but scream, and suddenly said in his heart: It's over!

However, Kurosawa had no energy to hold the tattoo artist accountable now, and all his attention was focused on the cadre, his eyes biting and spewing out of rage.

"Say it again!" Kurosawa said urgently.

The cadres were sure that Kurosawa had heard what he was saying just now, otherwise he would not have reacted so much. However, he could only succumb in front of him, and repeated in a low voice: "Just now the brother outside came with news that the goods shipped out of the warehouse earlier were robbed......

"Garbage! a bunch of garbage!" Kurosawa hissed. The cadre didn't dare to say anything more, and hurriedly hung his head and waited for Kurosawa's scolding.

Ahh

Kurosawa howled in rage, grabbing everything he could reach and throwing it to the ground to dispel the anger in his heart. After a long time, everything around him had been thrown to the ground, and only the cadres and the tattoo artist were left standing beside him and trembling, Kurosawa suppressed his anger at this moment and said: "What is going on? Why have our goods been robbed repeatedly in the past few days?"

The cadre shook his head in embarrassment and said in a trembling voice: "This... This one... Neither am I... It's clear..."

"What do you know?" Kurosawa couldn't help but curse again, causing the cadre to shrink his neck in fright.

Kurosawa scolded twice, then straightened up and asked, "Could it be that the white-haired kid did it again?"

In the past few days, more than a dozen of Kurosawa's sales outlets in the 13th district have been inexplicably attacked, many goods have been robbed, and many Ma Zai's younger brothers who followed Kurosawa have been inexplicably arrested and sent to the Public Security Metropolitan Police Department. However, all this happened without leaving any trace, as if everything had reached the designated location under the force of a wormhole, and the only clue was the confession of several witnesses at the time: he was captured by a young man with white hair.

Due to the particularity of the incident, the Metropolitan Police Department has also carried out a certain degree of secrecy measures, so that the current Kurosawa does not know the details of the truth, and thinks more that there are competitors in the secret to stumble on himself.

The cadre nodded and said slowly: "It seems that I... I listened to the Metropolitan Police Department's... Acquaintance.. revealed that the person has been filed by the Metropolitan Police Department, and they don't know the specific details, but now he has a code name, called... It's called Pulsatilla..."