Early in the morning, there was fog.

Every time Kyoto's smog appears, masks run out of stock. And the most profitable place to sell masks is the No. 1 subway entrance. This is a "prime location", where you don't have to pay taxes to set up a stall, and you don't have to pay any money, and you can earn as much as you want. Therefore, this is also a "battleground for soldiers".

Yang Er has been begging in Kyoto for 27 years, and in the past 27 years, his income has quadrupled every year, and at most, he has begged 1.6 million yuan a year, built a house for his family, bought a car, married his son, and went to college.

Now more than thirty people from Yang Er's entire village have followed him to Kyoto, scattered near the subway. They act in unison, gather together at night, beg in different ways every day, and occasionally hold meetings to sum up their experiences. And Yang Er doesn't need to show up, just collecting the commission of these fellow villagers every day, it will be tens of thousands of yuan.

As the boss of the beggar gang in the Kyoto subway, Yang Er now has a higher pursuit, he has monopolized sixteen small stalls near the four subways, and hired more than sixty idlers from his hometown to guard the territory.

It's just that the No. 1 subway entrance, which is a prime location, was lost this morning.

"What?" Yang Er held the five-finger-wide copycat mobile phone, and pulled the gold chain on his chest fiercely: "Gang San'er, I brought you out, I patted my chest and told me that it's no problem, didn't you go to Shaolin Temple to learn art, how did you lose your territory." ”

Gang San'er is the number one general under Yang Second-hand, and he does know a few shallow skills, but at this time he was already crying on the phone: "Brother, the one who occupies our territory is a foreigner, and he is quite capable of fighting, I am really, really not an opponent." ”

"Fuck it!" Yang Er threw down his phone and kicked the delicate working girl on the bed. After turning over and getting out of bed, I struggled under the bed for a long time, and finally found a steel ball gun.

Sitting on the snakeskin pants, he looked in the mirror at his freshly skinned face and nodded with satisfaction. From an old farmer in his fifties to the "second master" who everyone is afraid of on the subway today, he has never seen any storms!

Yang Er put on the Dunhill casual suit, put a steel ball gun on his back, couldn't help but raise his big foot and rubbed the buttocks of the woman who was still sleeping, said domineeringly and waited for me to come back, and then walked out with a short body.

As soon as he walked to the street, Yang Er subconsciously bowed his body, and when he met a young couple, he subconsciously leaned over, stretched out his hand and sneered: "Handsome guys and beauties, I wish you all to be old and forever...... Let's enjoy the meal. ”

The young man looked at him in shock, but the girl snorted, "Neurotic." ”

Yang Er was shocked by the situation, trotted all the way, shook the suit on his body, and gasped heavily: "Fuck, you can't change your professional habits." ”

He soon came to the No. 1 subway entrance, and before he could get inside, he bumped into a young man.

Yang Er was about to scold, but he was immediately calmed by the young man's eyes, he was very handsome, but there was a kind of coercion on his body, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, but it gave people a deep and mysterious feeling.

What caught Yang Er's attention the most was the pot-shaped ring on the little finger of the young man's left hand, which was very peculiar.

The young man gently tugged at him at this time: "I'm sorry, I didn't see you. ”

Yang Er snorted, only nodded, turned around and walked into the subway.

The entrance of the subway is a "T" shaped structure, and there is a very hidden corner under the steps, so that people around can not see it from any angle, and it is a good place to hide goods, even if the patrol police come, you can hide in it at any time.

At this time, it was already past the rush hour, and there were not many people around, so Yang Er immediately saw the foreigner who occupied his territory.

The foreigner was tall, bearded, and decadently handsome, and he was drinking a silver flask common in foreign movies in his hand.

Yang Er lit a cigarette to strengthen his courage, and then walked over.

"Hello!" Yang Er spoke English with a strong native accent, leaned over and said viciously: "Sir, you, know?" 🤔 My Turf? ”

"You, that second master?" The foreigner's standard Beijing film shocked Yang Er.

But he quickly reacted: "The draft horse turned out to be a fake foreign devil." ”

With a bang, and without seeing any movement from the gringo, Yang Er's body flew sideways, and he just fell into the darkness of the corner, he opened his teeth and claws, and was about to scream, but his ass fell on a soft mass.

Yang Er subconsciously looked down and saw Gang San'er who was not blinding!

Gang San'er's eyes were wide open, and when he had been dead for a long time, his chest was torn open, revealing a striking cross-shaped wound, like a cross made of blood.

Wow, Yang Er vomited, trembling and pulling out the steel ball gun behind his waist, before he could aim, his hand kept commanding, and the muzzle of the gun was reversed and stuffed into his mouth.

A foreigner with blond hair showed his snow-white teeth: "Second master? I heard them say, you are the boss in this subway area? Do you know all the news around here? ”

Yang Er whimpered and shook his head repeatedly, but thinking that it was wrong, he immediately nodded again.

The foreigner's body was motionless, but he came to him in an instant, took another sip of wine before bending down and said, "Okay, you can help me find someone." ”

He smiled again, but politely stretched out his hand: "Then let's get to know each other, my name is Konstantin, I'm from the Atlantic Alliance, heh, don't nod your head, I know you don't understand, but you must have seen this person!" ”

As he spoke, he took out a piece of tissue paper, and when he shook it, the piece of paper turned into a clear LCD screen, on which a clear photo appeared.

In the photo is a bald and beautiful man, very evil, as long as he has seen it, he will never forget it.

Yang Er's eyes rolled, and with a flick of the foreigner's fingers, he finally regained the ability to be free.

"I, I've seen him!" Yang Er took a breath and said, "This person seems to have been living in the subway all along, but, you, why are you looking for him?" ”

Foreigner Konstantin waved his hand: "You don't need to ask so much, just tell me when and where he appears every day." ”

Yang Er was pondering the five words "Atlantic Alliance".

He suddenly raised his head and plucked up his courage and said, "You, are you a spy?" To kidnap us Chinese? ”

In Yang Er's head, which has only seen foreign movies, this should be the best explanation for the current situation.

But Konstantin looked at him in surprise: "Is this important?" ”

Yang Er swallowed his saliva: "Dang, of course it's very important, I, I can't betray my own people, and I will never be a traitor!" ”

Never be a traitor! This is the last sentence that Yang Er's grandfather said to his father when he was dying, the old man who was cut off by the devil and still carried an ax did not fall, what was left to the Yang family was such a sentence.

So even if Yang Er was so frightened that he peed his pants, he didn't say a word of begging for mercy.

"Traitor?" Konstantin on the other side frowned, but his face turned cold: "So, you don't plan to cooperate with me." ”

Yang Er immediately raised his head, and before he could shout for help, his throat was suddenly locked.

Now he can see clearly, there seem to be many silver threads in the foreigner's palm, which can be manipulated as he wants, and now he is locking his throat, but just now he is controlling his wrist.

"Turns out he doesn't have special abilities!" Yang Er comforted himself in his heart: "This is still the territory of our Huaguo, I just need to find a chance to shout for help......

But Konstantin had already raised his hand, and the silver thread turned into a cross in his palm, and under the man's sleeve, on his wrist and arm, there were black runes tattooed on it.

Yang Er immediately thought of the shocking wound on Gang San'er's chest, he could only close his eyes, and said in his heart that Lao Tzu's life was worth it anyway, and he didn't embarrass the Yang family when he died!

With a ding, Konstantin's cross did not strike, because a slender steel needle suddenly appeared, and it was suspended in front of Konstantin's chest, trembling slightly, as if it was about to penetrate wildly in the next moment.

Yang Er opened one eye, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but exclaim again.

Then he heard footsteps, and a young man appeared in a dark corner.

"It's you!" Yang Er has been begging for more than 20 years, and his ability to remember people's appearance is first-class, not to mention that the pot-shaped ring on this young man's finger is so peculiar.

The young man was wearing a pair of black gloves, and at this time dozens of steel needles were suspended above the gloves, as if they were juggling.

"O master!" Yang Er was overjoyed: "This gringo is a spy, he wants to kidnap our compatriots!" ”

Konstantin chuckled, his fingers loosened, and Yang Er's body popped out involuntarily.

He hurriedly shrank behind the young man, pointed to the corpse of Gangsan'er on the ground and shivered again and again, at this time the pants were not dry, and they were blown by the wind at the subway entrance, and they were even more cold.

The young man reached out and pressed on his shoulder: "You go over there and wait, don't walk around, and don't call the police!" ”

With that, he pointed to the steps next to him.

Yang Er swallowed his saliva: "My brother has practiced, and he killed him, you, you have to be careful." ”

He deliberately delayed time, and asked again: "I have to ask for the name of Engong." ”

This kind of acting-like attitude made the young man laugh: "My name is Li Shaoyang, don't call me Engong, I may want to send you into the bureau later." ”

Yang Er wiped his sweat: "I understand, I understand, I just ask you to get justice for my brother." ”

Li Shaoyang waved his hand, and Yang Er obediently walked to the steps, shrinking behind the wall.

He is a thoughtful person, and now he can only listen to that Li Shaoyang's words, because he found that the steel needle in this young man's hand is like a bullet, if he shouts for help or calls someone to come, he may have to take a beating, which is not fun.

In the dark corner, Konstantin looked at Li Shaoyang, shook his head and sighed: "Before I came out, the general said that Li Shaoyang, you are the most important enemy of our Atlantic Alliance, but I didn't expect you to come so quickly." ”

Li Shaoyang flipped open a mobile phone with his left hand, looked down at the signal flickering on the phone, and said coldly: "Atlantic Alliance, Konstantin?" So, you're here to find Asimov, yes, you've found it. ”

The "illusion silk" in Konstantin's palm kept changing, showing his nervousness, but his tone was still flat: "Even if Asimov is transformed by the Temple of the Gods, it is still the product and property of our alliance, and it is he who activates the tracking signal in his body, so I am here!" ”

As he spoke, in this Atlantic Alliance, a master at the major level broke out in a cold sweat.

Konstantin suddenly found that the entire alliance underestimated Li Shaoyang's strength, this young man, compared to the time in the Odos Desert, was like a different person, without any equipment on his body, but he had the illusion that he could kill himself at any time. Especially the needle in his chest, he secretly tried various methods just now, but it was still in front of his chest.

Konstantin's sweat became more and more, but he had a large amount of information in his hands, and he couldn't help but smile reluctantly at this time: "I know that you are also here to find Asimov, why don't we abandon our prejudices and work together?" ”

Li Shaoyang glanced at the tragically dead Gang San'er, and pointed to Yang Er in the distance: "Did you hear what he said just now?" ”

Justice for the dead brothers and compatriots!