【A】

Swift positioning, sharp knife with a baseball bat.

Looking from the side, Yamamoto looked a little cold at the moment, and his eyes were full of seriousness that he rarely saw on weekdays.

When the two adults are put down by Yamamoto, the group of people who come to find fault finally realize the trickiness of the matter.

Who is this boy with a bat? All of them are thinking about it.

No one can guess Yamamoto's identity out of thin air, they can be sure of only one thing.

It seems impossible to take Rambo Povino simply and brutally with his fists.

But the purpose of their visit this time was to take Rampo Povino and use him as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the Povino family; Finally, this little ghost is not with the bloodline of Pengle, who is in the way, how can they not seize this opportunity?

The two men standing at the back of the line glanced at each other and made a veiled gesture.

Yamamoto, who is fighting fiercely, keenly uses his bat to shoot down hidden weapons that come from nowhere.

But when the bat touched the "hidden weapon", Yamamoto felt that it was not a sharp stone or something like a sharp stone, but like a soft sandbag.

The strange feeling prompted Yamamoto to glance quickly in that direction, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a cloth bag. The sack had an open opening, and was bound by a thin rope, which at the moment seemed to have broken by the fierce force of the bat, and some white powder poured out of it.

Yamamoto didn't know what the powder was, and his first reaction was the white sand in the park.

But in the next moment, his consciousness suddenly blurred, the ghost in front of him became entangled, and the hand holding the bat was weakly released.

Before his dull brain could sense the danger, the right side of his face was pressed against the dry and hard pavement.

Unbeknownst to him, he fell to the ground, unable to move.

Whether playing baseball or practicing kendo, Yamamoto has always been exposed to fair play and facing his opponents, and when has he ever encountered such insidious and obscure tricks.

He was shot almost unsuspectingly, and it was not until he was paralyzed that he vaguely realized that he had been plotted.

Before Yamamoto fell to the ground, he snatched the child from his arms, and the meaty-faced man covered his mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief, and quickly took a handful of sand to cover the cloth bag and white powder scattered on the ground. He stepped on Yamamoto's back with one foot and kicked it angrily: "Get in the way." ”

A yellow-haired young man with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks put on a mask and came over: "Brother Fu, this little ghost doesn't cry or make trouble...... Isn't it a mistake? ”

The rumored Blue Wave of the Povino family is stinky and crying...... No matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be the expressionless look in front of you.

"Even if Lao Tzu closes his eyes, he won't mistake this little ghost." The cross-meat man grabbed the back collar of the cow's suit and picked up the small ball, "What's the matter, little ghost, are you scared?" Don't be so scared that you pee your pants, as long as your boss loves you enough and exchanges the construction diagram of the ten-year bazooka, I will let you leave safely. ”

Yuto uncomfortably pulled down the collar that was clenching his neck, and his eyes did not take off Yamamoto, who had fallen to the ground.

White powder with a small amount of smoke. Within 10 seconds, the affected person has dilated pupils, flushed skin, shortness of breath, and dyskinesia. It was preliminarily determined to be BZ (Biz) toxin released by the thermal dispersion method. The drug is inhaled and poisoned by respiratory tract, and the central symptoms are complicated with peripheral symptoms, and the disabling dose (ICt100) is 230 mg·min/m3......

A pharmacological text popped up inexplicably in Youdou's brain, which is obviously very strange when half of the system's functions are paralyzed.

But he didn't bother to think about the cause of this strange phenomenon, so he could only let the formula in his mind surge, and finally came up with an equation.

- Takeshi Yamamoto's life is not in danger for the time being.

Yuto's gaze moved from Yamamoto's face and to his back.

"Lift your feet."

The right leg of the cross-meat man is still stepping on Yamamoto's back.

Hearing the immature voice that didn't cry or make trouble, and didn't even have any fluctuations, the horizontal meat man was stunned, and then he could distinguish the content of the words, as if he had heard some big joke, and the flesh on his face trembled twice.

"This is really incredible, can Penglie's little ghost really make a crying bag a man?" The cross-meat man was full of mockery, as if he was looking at a strange cargo, and carried the small lump in his hand to his eyes, "But it's not a good thing to be too ignorant of the sky and the earth." The broad palm of the hand was like a giant pincer, gripping the child's tender cheek, "Who do you think you are ordering, boy?" Arrogantness also requires capital. ”

With that, he lifted his right foot slightly, and after raising half a head high, he stepped down again.

Takeshi Yamamoto snorted, and his fingers on the sand tightened suddenly, leaving five finger marks of different shades.

Yuto finally frowned, took out the mobile phone given by Dino from his pocket, and pressed a string of numbers.

This gesture of "no one in sight" unsurprisingly angered the group of murderers, and the yellow-haired young man quickly knocked down his mobile phone, and several people pushed him fiercely, pressing his thin body against the fence on the side of the road.

"This kid is not honest! Kimura, get the syringe! ”

A freckled teenager answered, quickly took out a medical bag from his satchel, and hurriedly handed it over.

The "goods" in his hand were held by the cross-meat man who took over his elbows, and watched the actions of these people coldly: "Be quiet for me, don't forget that there are people from Penglie here." ”

Pengley's bloodline settled in Japan, and not many people in the world know about it, but it's not that no one knows.

For so many years, no one who knew this secret and had suspicions about Pengle's bloodline could return safely as long as they came to this remote and quiet county town.

Although this time they are not targeting Penglie's bloodline, but just a small character who lives in the house, there is no 100% guarantee that Penglie's secret hand will not make a move.

After all, that hidden force rarely comes forward, only guarantees the lives of the first bloodline, and never interferes in personal grievances, but those dark people are Peng Gelie's people in the final analysis, and for a "long-eyed element" who dares to challenge authority on their territory and kidnap the children who may become the next Lei Shou, maybe they will be unhappy to come out and fight?

The cross-meat man known as Brother Fu admits that he is not a timid person, and he is also very confident in his own strength. However, he must do his best to avoid the risks that can be avoided by sailing carefully for ten thousand years, not to mention the unknown power, which is always fearful.

After warning these overexcited followers, the cross-meat man grabbed a folding knife that slipped down with his right hand. The blade flicked off, and he walked to the corner, as if to remove the locator from the phone.

As he passed Takeshi Yamamoto, the black-haired boy who was supposed to be unconscious suddenly grabbed his ankle.

The cross-meat man lowered his face gloomily, and his free other foot stepped on the young man's arm, but the strength that could break the bone did not let him go.

"Don't give in?" The cross-meat man sneered, simply played with his lower body, grabbed the hair on the top of the young man's head, and lifted his face, "Hit lightly, lying here like a dead dog, what is there not to give into?" ”

There is one thing that the cross-meat man would never have expected.

This action of his happened to expose Takeshi Yamamoto's face in front of a puddle of water.

It was a small, dimly lit alleyway that led to a garbage dump at one end and an old, little-visited public toilet at the other.

The seat they were in happened to be a mezzanine where no one would come.

A little further along, there was a turn, which led to another alley leading to a small farmer's market, which occasionally passed by.

At this time, a person happened to pass through the alley at the corner.

Originally, the passers-by would never have discovered the secret of this mecca, let alone have the leisure to enter here.

But the man was a little careless, accidentally dropped an onion in the shopping bag, and rolled around a few times until it happened to be close to the middle road.

The man hurriedly took two quick steps, bent down to pick up the onions on the ground; But the moment he lowered his head, a puddle of water not far away reflected an image, which made him stiffen as he leaned over, and his eyes widened in surprise and horror.

"Mountain...... Root? ”

The man took two steps back, and his mind was full of images of Yamamoto who had fallen to the ground being forced to look up by a man grabbing his hair.

Enduring the pain all over his body, the man pursed his lips slightly, and without hesitation, he took out a blue pill from his arms and swallowed it violently.

In the next second, a bright orange flame floated on his forehead.

【B】

Sawada Tsunayoshi swallowed the death pill he had just gotten from Bajirna.

This is the second time I have taken it, and there seems to be no particular discomfort so far.

But he was indeed in terrible pain all over his body, not because of the side effects of the Death Qi Pill, but because before that, he had been training on the Mountain of Death for most of the day, and was tossed by Reborn in various overload ways. If it weren't for the fact that he was hit by a death bullet at the critical moment, the Bursting Saiyan saved the crisis, and he almost fell off the cliff several times.

Just now, his feet were still soft, and this was the only time that he stumbled and let the onions in his shopping bag fall out.

If it weren't for Sawada's mother going to a community meeting and coming home very late, Sawada Tsunayoshi would not have come out to buy things when his whole body was paralyzed, let alone take this path that no one cared about for convenience.

In the middle of the tunnel, the cross-meat man grabbed the top of Yamamoto's hair, and was about to exert further force when a stabbing pain came from his arm.

A hand wrapped in flames gripped his wrist, and the burning sensation forced him to let go of his grip on Yamamoto.

When the cross-meat man was shocked, a voice belonging to a teenager, but with an unusually calm voice, sounded in his ears.

"What are you going to do to my friend?"

The cross-meat man's heart sank, and he turned his head slowly, and sure enough, he saw an orange flame on the man's forehead.

Dead fire.

This is...... Pengley's bloodline.