Not everyone in the nocturnal group has the opportunity to see the second generation kill with their own eyes, and they can experience the visual impact, the shock, the excitement, and the blood. But everyone who has seen it, including the thirty-six kills, has to be careful in front of Kitano Heiichi. I don't dare to show my merits, but I have done it, and I wipe my neck. Once someone betrays the gang, collaborates with the enemy, quits the group, and doesn't want to do it, it's not just about wiping their necks, but the whole family has to wipe their necks. Although this kind of life on thin ice is sad, it is better to have good benefits and high pay within the organization. Come out to mix, the picture is enjoyment, nothing more than money, women. As long as you have these, no matter how difficult the days are, they are worth it.

Ito now has money, although it's not too much, but it's enough for him to squander for a few years, and there are several bewitching women outside who can suck the essence of men in bed. In life, spiritually, and physically, he has been greatly enjoyed, and it is also a beautiful scenery in front of people. But every time he talks to the boss, he is very depressed and careful. Ito took a deep breath, silently observed Kitano Heiichi's face, his expression changed, and he said cautiously: "Second generation, this time we brought out all the thirty-six kills." The lineup is enough to be worth thousands of troops, and besides, in addition to Tokyo, the prestige of the Night Walking Group is no worse than that of the Yamaguchi Group in the five prefectures of Nagano, Tochigi, Saitama, Fukushima, and Niigata...... There's no need to ......" Ito's voice became quieter and quieter, and he was a little afraid to continue.

"There's no need for anything? Go on, don't ramble. ”

"Hey!" Ito said loudly, boldly, "There's no need to make the brothers so nervous, turn on the insurance, pull the trigger, and only do the first level of alert when facing the enemy." I'm in Tokyo in forty or fifty minutes now. I, Ito Hakuhara, don't believe anyone would be so bold as to do something to the Night Walker here. ”

"Stupid!"

"Hey!" Kitano Ping roared loudly, so frightened that Ito Bohara fell to his knees, and even the other two leaders were silent, hurriedly fell out of their seats, both knelt down, and accompanied Ito Bohara to the ground to plead guilty.

Kitano sat in his place with a tense face and a condescending face looking down at the three most powerful, capable of killing and fighting.

"Look up and look at me. ”

"Hey!"

Look at the three hideous, fierce, terrifying faces. Six cold, ruthless, brutal and timid and dodgy gazes, Kitano Heiichi suddenly rushed to a burst of tiredness and sadness.

The situation has reached this point. But the three subordinates in front of them are still confused, self-righteous, and they can't even see the crisis in front of them. If the nocturnal group just relies on them, this group of brainless goods. If you want to catch up with the Yamaguchi-gumi, what year and month do you have to wait?

Kitano Heiichi knows that in this era, in order for the organization to develop, it not only needs subordinates who dare to fight, but also subordinates who can use their brains. This is what the nocturnal group is currently lacking, the background!

The congenital deficiency of the foundation can be made up for the day after tomorrow. Not only one Yamaguchi-gumi, but all the super gangsters in the world have developed little by little in this way.

He desperately needs time, and he needs the support of those in power with great energy.

This time, there must be no bad cuò.

Otherwise, the nocturnal group will not have any possibility of coming out of the top.

With a cold snort, he waved his hand to let the three subordinates return to their seats and sit down. The sharp gaze swept over their faces in turn, and said fiercely: "Maybe it's because I'm too careful, but the current situation is very chaotic." In the past few days, many organizations that have partnered with the adult have been purged by mysterious people. We will be on a heavy trip tonight, and we must not miss the slightest. Otherwise, not only me, but everyone in the night group would have to apologize...... Wait......" Kitano's face changed suddenly, his breathing became short, his expression tense, and his eyes flashed with cruelty and worry alternately.

Some people are naturally sensitive and can sense the signs of a crisis or a fatal disaster that is about to occur. Raise vigilance in time and take precautions. With this feeling, you can avoid a dangerous omen or a deadly crisis. Heichi Kitano is one of those people who have extremely keen senses. Something was wrong with him, and he felt his heart throbbing.

Lost his voice and roared: "Inform the cars, there may be an ambush ......"

Before the words fell, the huge explosion was deafening. Several cars driving in the front and hanging in the back of the car turned into huge flames at the same time, smashed the safety barrier set on the edge of the road and fell down the valley along the roadbed. Several more explosions in a row. The pungent smell of fuel filled the field.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack ......"

There was a mess inside the walkie-talkie. The screeching sound of brakes, the sound of the front of the car hitting the rock wall, resounded.

Ito Bohara's face was hideous, and his tyrannical and ruthless murderous aura came out of his body. grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared: "Calm down, don't mess up, I'm Ito Bohara, thirty-six kills, kill ......"

A series of killing-word walkie-talkies linked all the remaining thirty-six killing members together, converging into a scattered and gathering murderous aura. This is the night walk thirty-six kills, perennial killing, experience, reaction, are not comparable to ordinary gang members, when facing the enemy, the hidden desire to kill will quickly connect them into a whole. Scattered but not chaotic.

Da Da Da ...... The sound of gunfire filled the night sky like popping beans. It was especially harsh in the silence of the night.

At the same time, the two leaders who were sitting in the same car as Kitano Heiichi kicked the car door, lowered their heads and hugged their knees in the car that still did not slow down, and rolled out.

Ito Hakuhara pulled out his gun and pulled the door open, braving the strong wind that poured into the car. hurriedly said a few words: "Second generation, we will cover you to move on." Share, please. ”

After speaking, he roared and walked out of the car.

Thirty-six kills in the night, it is an elite soldier brought out by Kitano Heiichi himself. At the beginning of the attack, the vehicles that had exploded and rolled off the cliff had lost some of their personnel. But the remaining thirty-six killing members, Kitano Heiichi believes that it is enough. Even if it is tonight, thirty-six kills will be wiped out. But as long as the share doesn't happen and arrives in Tokyo safely, it can be reorganized in the future Thirty-six kills. As long as he is Kitano Heiichi and there is a nocturnal group, it is not a problem.

His gaze swept over the four suitcases beside him. Kitano commanded sharply: "Speed up." Rush out with all your might......"

At this time, the bodyguard who had been sitting firmly in the passenger seat suddenly yelled miserably: "Get out of the car ......"

Before the words fell, his fists wrapped in strong vitality and slammed into the front windshield. With a bang, the windshield was shattered, and with the fist wind, it continued to sweep a strange black shadow on the front chassis cover. With the black shadow standing up, he hit the car door with his elbow back, and his body rolled out first.

Kitano's reaction was no slower than his, and at the same time as the bodyguard threw a punch, he flew up and kicked open the closed door on the left. The body was like a bow, and it shot out of the car. At this moment, the dazzling sword light flashed, clicked, and sparks burst out. The steel roof of the carriage was split in half along with the driver's head, which was a little slower to react by half a beat. The Honda, which had lost control, rushed off the road and fell into the valley. Boom, exploding into a red fire. Flames flew and smoke billowed out.

Kitano Heiyi, who had just gotten up from the side of the road, dragged his knee and rubbed off a piece of skin the size of a palm, and his left leg, which kept oozing blood beads outward, staggered to the side of the road, looking at the burning wreckage of the car at the bottom of the ravine more than ten meters deep. His hideous, twisted face was like a devil, and his bloodshot eyes were crawling with cobweb-like red silk.

It's over, it's all over.

Raising the ground, he looked up to the sky and let out a terrible howl like a beast. Stimulated by despair, Kitano Heiichi's body was reversed, and he went backwards through the meridians. The capillaries under the skin burst and the skin is purplish-red. Poof, he spurted out a big mouthful of blood. Bright red blood gushed out from the ears, eyes, and nostrils.

"Who is it? who is ......," the desperate and murderous roar of sorrow.

What answered him was a sword light that slashed at his head. The speed is extremely fast, and the scratch marks are difficult to catch with the naked eye. And the appearance of the knife light is very weird. The figure of the knife bearer could not be seen, as if the sword light appeared out of thin air.

Before the knife was near, Sen Leng and murderous aura had already invaded the skin along the pores.

Kitano Hei's footsteps moved sideways, his body turned with each step, and he narrowly avoided the knife that was cut down while paying a muscle in his left shoulder, and he gritted his teeth at the same time, endured the sharp pain in his heart, and cut in from the upper right corner, his five fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed in the direction of the hilt. His kung fu is all in his hands. Under one grasp, there is a strength of three or four hundred catties. The power can break the stone and crack the monument. Nothing that he had caught in his hands had remained intact.

Kitano Heiichi is full of death in his heart, and he and his nocturnal group are gone. Losing a share is a capital offense. After-the-fact payouts are not possible. Money is more important than people, people can die, they can die, but money can't be lost. He knew better than anyone that all the big guy behind him cared about was money, a lot of money, a lot of money, and there were many gangs in Japan that were willing to cooperate with that big guy. His nocturnal group is really nothing, there are not many of them. Less of them, no less.

People don't care, but Kitano Heiichi, the Kitano family has already spelled a qiē. In Chinese terms, it is called a shipwreck.

In the future, the Kitano family will be able to reach the top and become the real political family in Japan. In case of an omission or failure, the night group will be finished. In order to save the family, he, as the second generation of the nocturnal group, must make amends with his life.

Abandon a qiē, run away, he dies, and all members of the family will die. If he doesn't run, he and the nocturnal group die. Families can be saved. Kitano Heiichi is not the kind of person who can abandon his life for the sake of others, even if it is a relative. However, he has no way out and no hope of life. When the four boxes of money were reduced to ashes with the explosion and burning car, the death sentence of Heiichi Kitano had already been announced.

All he can do now is kill, and before he dies, kill these mongrels who have ruined his dreams.

Kill, kill, kill, kill...... His mind was now full of the desire to kill. The strongest desire to kill in his life, the blood-colored evil qi that originally surrounded his body began to penetrate and erode his mind, and his eyes no longer had pupils and whites of the eyes, all of which turned blood-red. It shines with a ferocious and tyrannical animalistic light. There was a low roar in his throat. The original irritable vitality, the chaotic internal breath from destroying the body's functions, turned into squeezing vitality. Actions speed up and attack power skyrockets. Two finger-length, finger-thick white gases gushed out of the nasal cavity mixed with blood.

The speed of the grip on the handle of the knife is tripled.

Heiichi Kitano, who had not completely lost his sanity, keenly felt the changes in his body.

Whoop, whoop, heha...... The murderous aura skyrocketed.

There was a cry of surprise in the night sky.

The wrist, which was originally impossible to be caught, was caught in the hands of Heiichi Kitano.

The figure also appeared at the same time. It's not stealth, it's not from the Void, it's that it's moving too fast. Hallucinations to the human eye. It was as if there were only knives, and no one with them.

The fog is ever-changing, and it is in the rapid movement of changing the body, footsteps, and direction. When attacking, it will make the enemy unable to hide and defenseless. But there is also a flaw, that is, you can't get close, once you are in close contact with the enemy, you catch any part of your body, and you break the rhythm of movement, and you will be able to break the transformation method.

Kitano Heiyi, who still had a trace of intelligence, looked at the black figure he had caught. The strange laughter of the unruly and obedient, the laughter is hateful and resentful.

"The fog is ever-changing. Sure enough, it's you, Fog Hidden Beichen!"