As early as when he decided to do it, the cross-meat man thought that he might be retaliated against by Penglie in the future, and he also thought about being obstructed by the forces in the shadows, but he never expected that before his side could succeed, a certain prince of Penglie had already fallen from the sky.

The cross-meat man hurriedly looked left and right, although he didn't see any other figures, he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

At this moment, their group was in a dilemma. The flesh on the face of the horizontal meat man trembled, and finally gritted his teeth fiercely and decided to offend people to the end.

There is no turning back arrow from the bow, even if he shows weakness to Penglie at the moment, it has no effect, it is better to fight, as long as he gets the mystery of the ten years of bazooka, even if he offends Penglie, so what? The first Mafia family is not a living being who can cover the sky with one hand. What's more, according to the brothers who have been there for ten years, the future black/hand/party/dragon head is not the Penglie family, and Penglie, who has been in the past ten years, will only be second-rate after ten years.

Thinking of this, the cross-meat man relaxed the muscles of his face, and even faintly expressed excitement.

"The Mill family can kill Pengley's third candidate, Enrico Pengle, and of course our Phil family can also kill the Penglie bloodline left in Japan."

The killing intent that was difficult to conceal overflowed from the eyes of the arrogant meat man.

The Mill family and the Phil family are one, the full name is Millfell, and it is the second largest family in the world after Penglie, and it originated in North America. Although the strength of the division is not as good as before, the Mill family and the Phil family are obviously different from other small families, and they do not have much fear of Penglie.

A group of people who look like ordinary outlaws, but in fact they are not afraid of death, and can even be called a bold assassination/killing/department/team.

Therefore, without thinking about it, the horizontal meat man touched the ring on the thumb of his right hand.

It was a miniature cannon disguised as a ring that could kill people by surprise.

Feeling the malice that was close at hand, Sawada Tsunayoshi did not frown, but the flames in his eyes burned even more.

The fist gloves wrapped in the fire of death swept off the hidden weapons from all corners, and Sawada Tsunayoshi carried Yamamoto to retreat sharply, and jumped onto the roof with the propulsion of the Great Sky Flame.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the instinct from his veins prompted him to glance at the other corner of the passage, and the quiet orange light in his eyes suddenly cracked.

“…… Rambo?! ”

In the extremely calm super death vaporization mode, his expression was already very out of shape.

But he didn't have time to restrain his feelings, nor did he have time to think more; He couldn't find a place to place the unconscious Takeshi Yamamoto, so he could only continue to stand up, propping up half of the opponent's body with his left shoulder, and jumping off the roof again to rescue "Blue Wave" who was besieged by a group of people.

He forcibly suppressed his anger and knocked out the syringe that he didn't know what it contained, and threw off all the people in that circle with one mention, and when he caught the small body of "Blue Wave", Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart finally sank again.

No crying, not even breakdowns and fears.

There was no expression on the child's face, but his pupils were dilated, and he seemed to be losing focus little by little.

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but tighten his arms, and the extreme anger made his voice almost frozen, but because of the special state of death gas, it added a bit of calmness with a sense of oppression.

"What did you inject him?"

"Something that will calm him down," the cross-meat man stretched out his hand to signal his subordinates to calm down, and strolled towards them, "Don't worry, no one can die." We just wanted to invite Rambo Povino to the Mill family. ”

Even if he didn't have much fear of Penglie, the cross-meat man still kept an eye on it, and did not report his family, but pushed out the Mill family, which was close to his own family and had a very similar style of behavior.

Then, I don't know if he saw anything, or if it was for an ulterior motive motive, trying to delay time, the cross-meat man began to tell about the grievances and festivals between the Povino family and the Mill family, and repeatedly emphasized that his side would not hurt Lan Bo, but the leader had to capture Lan Bo and go back to kill the prestige of the Povino family out of face......

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who has a super intuition, naturally won't believe this lie full of nonsense and hiding his true intentions.

He seemed calm, even though he had two unconscious people with him, but he was also calm, and he didn't pay any attention to the group of people around him.

But only he knew that his body and spirit had been exhausted an hour ago, and now he was just barely maintaining the form of dead gasification, and there was a possibility of quitting death gas at any time.

Once he loses the fire of death, he is a useless waste wood, let alone saving people, and even he can't get out of it himself.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's face was cold, and his heart was worried, but at this moment, as if hallucinating, he heard a clear and lazy voice.

「…… It's noisy."

The sound seemed to ring in his ears, but Sawada Tsunayoshi quietly swept to both sides, not seeing anyone at the corresponding distance.

The horizontal meat man was still chattering over there, but the voice that coiled around his ears and was like a dream had disappeared, as if the inaudible complaint just now was just his unconsciously generated voice because the horizontal meat man was too noisy.

Whether it was a hallucination or a heartbeat, Sawada Tsunayoshi suddenly burst out in the next second.

The cross-meat man wanted to drag it, but he didn't want to drag it out at all.

Taking advantage of a flaw exposed in the back of this group of people in a very short period of time, he used the maximum flame he could mobilize at this moment to break free from the encirclement with Yamamoto and Blue Wave.

Because of the two of them and on the verge of losing his strength, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't use the fire of death to float himself for a long time, so he could only climb over the dangerous wall again, using the roof of the Japanese-style house as a foothold, trying to use the uneven roof and the blind spot of the roof ridge to throw off the people below.

But he seems to be overestimating the limits of his body.

Because of a day's demon/ghost training, his strength and spirit have already been consumed in the "bursting shirt" over and over again. If it weren't for the Prison Temple carrying him down the mountain from exhaustion and sleep, I'm afraid he would still be on the mountain path of the Mountain of Death at this moment, kneading his sore hands and feet, holding on to the trunk of the tree, limping and turning down the mountain.

His body was already on the verge of limit, but he still swallowed the Death Qi Pill and forcibly stimulated the last trace of potential remaining in his body, and the side effects were already apparent before the expiration of the Death Qi Bullet was one-third.

When Sawada Tsunayoshi fell from the roof, his eyes were already black for a while, but he relied on the last trace of clarity in his mind to hold on to a wisp of dead fire on his forehead. The remnants of the flame of death were smaller than the flames of a match, swaying in the wind, but never extinguished, stubbornly dancing the last of the dark light.

But that's about it.

Not to mention driving the fire of death to stabilize his body in the air, he even bent his fingers with great difficulty.

The dark shadows overlapped in front of him, and even his brain began to blur.

Seeing that the road was getting closer and closer to him, Sawada Tsunayoshi bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and with the last trace of clarity, pushed his two friends in the direction of the bushes.

The expected pain did not come.

At the moment before Sawada Tsunayoshi and the others were about to fall to the ground, an invisible force stood between them and the road, like a large transparent net, holding them unharmed.

Sawada Tsunayoshi struggled to open his eyes, and in his sometimes blurred and sometimes clear vision, a "blue wave" dressed as a cow slowly fell, like a candlestick submerged in the water, and landed steadily under the unknown buoyancy.

When people are extremely weak, they may really have delusions.

Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes tiredly and thought unconsciously.

In his sight, which was already covered with a layer of white shadows, there was suddenly a white phantom on the overlap with the body of "Blue Wave", as if "Blue Wave" had hidden a slide projector above his head, projecting a vague figure into the void.

The figure that seemed to be standing against the "blue wave" was blurry and ethereal, and a silver hair could be vaguely seen, softly on the shoulders, and even more against the cold and piercing dark ochre eyes that suddenly opened.

"This familiar stench...... Sure enough, it's Pitz toxin."

The unfamiliar voice actually made the groggy Sawada Tsunayoshi feel a little familiar.

At this time, he was hanging in the air two meters above the ground, as if lying on an invisible and somewhat sticky glutinous rice bed.

There can be no mistake...... This is...... The voice that had sounded in his ears like a hallucination before.

The silver-haired figure didn't look at him, as if the sight of someone hanging in the air here was not unusual, and as if there was no one here.

Gradually, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt the air around him thicken and thicken, as if all the wind had been compressed into a small ball, centered on them, tightly coiled together.

This space seemed to have been dug out by a divine weapon alone, isolated from the outside world, and even the air stopped flowing.

In the indescribable feeling of suffocation, the silver-haired figure slowly condensed the real image, raised his hand, and caught Sawada Tsunayoshi and Takeshi Yamamoto at the moment when the invisible net disappeared.

But the silver-haired young man who suddenly appeared still didn't even look at them, and only stared straight ahead with a chill, as if the corners of his lips were naturally raised to hook the arc of the devouring person.

"Is that the one who used this poison on a five-year-old child?"

The figure that landed on a low roof in front of him was none other than "Brother Fuku", who had been chasing after Sawada Tsunayoshi.

The meaty-faced "Brother Fu" couldn't help but take a step back, with a look of horror on his face.

He was not taken for the eyes and aura of the silver-haired young man, but because of the translucent figure of the other party, and the half of the "cross" that looked like a monster in the void.

Separated by most of the county, a deserted place.

A middle-aged man was sitting on a rock, rubbing his stubble that had not been repaired for a long time, and staring intently at a blue brocade box in his hand.

He didn't open the lid of the box, just stared at the box, as if he could see through the hard body of the box without hindrance.

Suddenly, as if he felt something, he looked up in one direction.

Without warning, a mass of high pressure condensed to the southeast, and above that place, something strange appeared out of thin air.

Although the form did not look complete, the man seemed to be able to guess the name of the object.

Hang high in the sky like that...... Even reflects the dark light that shines like jewels in the sunlight......

Isn't this thing......

"Sword of Damocles?"