Tokyo, Japan.

June 17, 7:25 p.m.

A white Toyota of the Storf parked on the side of the road to take a nap, he took a cigarette and flipped the sign in front of the car that showed "Empty Car".

While turning up the volume of the radio, he silently puffed up the smoke. At this time, a delicate and gentle female radio anchor voice came out.

"Now the latest news is coming from Lirengu Hospital. At 7:20 a.m., 38 of the 300 patients who were sent to Lirengu Hospital for treatment were confirmed dead. ”

Ichichi Michio sighed and began to complain about everything in Tokyo, and then looked at the four thousand yen he earned in one day, and sighed that life was not easy.

When I was thinking about whether to send my daughter to the S1 audition, the rear door suddenly opened, and the body sank.

A dofu can see clearly from the rearview mirror that he is a young man with a hard face, strong eyebrows and eyes, and a deep as a stone, with an extraordinary momentum that ordinary people cannot match.

The young man raised his head and showed the imprint of half a five-pointed star on his forehead, and the star horn was facing the left eyebrow, which looked very special because half of it was missing.

A dofu was taken aback, and hurriedly popped the cigarette butt out of the window, put on a professional smile, and said, "Hello, where are you going?" ”

The young man was silent for a while, and said in Mandarin: "Keep going." ”

Yimichi was stunned, obviously unexpectedly surprised by the identity of the other party as Chinese, and blurted out: "Nani? ”

Immediately, without waiting for the young man to reply, he said in stiff and broken Chinese: "I'm sorry, I'm ...... I only ...... Listen to a little bit of China...... Flower ......"

The young man still said in a deep voice: "Always, forward." ”

A dofu barely understood, and was taken by his domineering momentum, hurriedly said "yes", stepped on the accelerator, and the car quickly bent forward.

7:50 a.m.

There was silence in the spacious office, and soon there was the sound of wine pouring into the glass.

Ryusuke Okawa's face was covered with blood but he smiled, gently pushed out the crystal cup that had been poured wine, and said, "It's a guest from afar, please have a drink first." ”

His hands were so well maintained that they were even whiter than those of the girl beside him, and one could not believe that he was fifty years old.

"Don't you know how to drink, don't you look tall?"

He wiped the blood clot from the corner of his eye, which was also dry.

"You're welcome, since you've come here, you should go back to your own home, and if you need anything, just ask me."

Pretending to be hospitable, he wanted to get up and toast, but in fact, his feet were shaking and weak.

"Minako, go and get someone to prepare the hot spring, I'm going to enjoy it with this little brother."

Ryusuke Okawa muttered to himself, and the other side of the long table was cold and silent, not responding to him.

"Bang! Cha! ”

The lighter's grinding stone rubbed hard twice before lighting the cigar, and Ryusuke Okawa smiled awkwardly: "In so many years, you are the first person to break the tight defense here. ”

He took a puff of white smoke and laughed, "How is it, are you interested in helping me do things?" ”

The other side snorted coldly: "No." ”

Ryusuke Okawa suddenly glared and said, "You are Chinese?" ”

After a frightening silence, a pair of shimmering eyes lit up under the sunglasses.

Ryusuke Okawa was shocked: "Are you sent by them to kill me?" ”

His fat body immediately jumped up from the chair, and he quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "I really didn't know that because of this food poisoning incident, the tissue will be exposed, you let me go, let me go." ”

The man on the other side: "I ......"

"I beg you to spare me."

Ryusuke Okawa knelt down and crawled over, pulling the man's trouser leg and crying, "I'm really unintentional, as long as you let me go, my ...... You can take all your assets......"

"I'm not the one sent by the Tomb, and I don't want to kill you......"

Ryusuke Okawa didn't wait for him to finish, he immediately jumped up, drew a pistol from under the table on the side, pointed it at the man and shouted, "Who the hell are you?" ”

The young man who was sitting upright said in a straight voice: "My name is, Sikong Yikou. ”

The young man's eyes revealed a compelling momentum, which made Ryusuke Okawa take a step back, stepped on the body of a black-clothed bodyguard who fell to the ground unconscious, turned over, and fell to the ground.

The line of sight is all unfolded.

It can be seen at a glance that in the huge and spacious office, there are densely packed people in black.

At the long table where Ryusuke Okawa and the young man sat opposite each other, there were no less than seven people lying on their stomachs, each of whom had dislocated hands and feet and broken nose bones.

The four white walls were crawling with cobwebs and cracks, and in addition to the blood splattered on them, there were countless deep fist holes.

Twenty minutes ago.

Ichichi parked his car in front of the building of the famous food company in Japan, "Ryusuke".

Sikong Yikou pushed the door and got out of the car, went around to the passenger seat, knocked on the window, and said, "Wait for me here, I'll get down in ten minutes." ”

"Hey, no visitors here, please go back."

The big security guard with a bulging waist stopped Sikong Yikou and scolded him impatiently: "I said no, please don't come forward again." ”

Sikong Yikou straightened forward, not glancing at him.

"Hey, you guy......"

The security guard moved sideways to stop at the door, pressed one hand on his waist, and the other against his chest, shouting: "There is a special approval from the government, even the police can't trespass......"

Sikong Yikou didn't stop for half a step, and the pushing security guards retreated again and again, and they were about to hit the glass door.

The security guard shouted angrily, lifted the corner of his clothes, but touched the emptiness, couldn't help but be shocked, lowered his head and disappeared the gun in the holster, and when he looked up again, he was already a black hole in the mouth of the head.

"You ......"

His heart thumped, and the urge to urinate almost broke him.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of fist wind tear through the air, followed by a steely thing on my face, and my jaw was immediately dislocated, and broken teeth mixed with thick blood splattered in the air.

"Bang!"

The security guard's stout body flew off the ground, smashed headlong into the glass door, and rolled in the hall for more than ten meters before stopping.

Sikong Yikou's right hand suddenly moved super fast on the body of the gun, and the fingers jumped fast, and when the next moment was released, the whole gun "banged" softly, and dissolved into parts.

"Gurgle...... Woohoo......"

Lu Boots stepped into the hall and immediately saw seventeen or eighteen black-clothed thugs pouring out from behind the walls on both sides and surrounding him.

The black man standing at the end was a head taller than everyone else, showing his identity as the captain, stared coldly at the young man who broke in, and shouted: "Catch ......"

The last word "he" was still in his mouth, and he first heard a whistling fist and a series of screams.

The companions in front of him flew around one by one, flipped left and right, screamed and smashed the table, hit the hard wall, and knocked over the drinking fountain.

"He ......" When the black man uttered the last word in a daze, there was a young man in front of him who was a head shorter than himself, but as terrible as a fierce tiger.

Sikong Yikou slowly raised his hand and slowly took off the sunglasses on the black man's face, only to see the corners of his eyes twitching rapidly, and cold sweat rolling down.

The black man watched him put on his sunglasses, and finally saw his frightened and gray face through the reflection of the mirror, and his eyes widened even more.

When he wanted to smile and beg for mercy, a fist suddenly flew on his left cheek, and there was no sign in front of him.

For a moment, his ears were filled with the terrible sound of broken bones. The sharp tearing pain caused him to faint in mid-air, and after falling, he smashed a glass coffee table without knowing the pain, and his eyes turned white.

"Boom!"

The steel-forged bulletproof gate shattered suddenly.

Ryusuke Okawa, who was pressing the secretary Minako down on the table, lifted her short skirt and was about to go through the "back door", was stunned when he saw a handsome young man with sunglasses on the bridge of his nose striding over.

"Stop him, don't let him get near the president."

Then a large group of black-clothed people who came after him shouted angrily, drew their knives and drew their guns to surround Sikong Yikou.

"Yaga."

Ryusuke Okawa hurriedly pushed Minako away, hurriedly grabbed the landline phone, connected to the security department, and shouted angrily: "Send someone over quickly......"

"Zheng!"

The knife flashed.

With a "ding" sound, it pierced into the opposite wall, and the handle of the knife was still buzzing and trembling.

Ryusuke Okawa only felt the cold lightning under his eyes, his pupils were cold for a while, and the telephone line used to connect to the landline in the handset suddenly collapsed, and there was a rustling busy sound from the other side.

When he looked up, a stream of fishy sweet blood splashed on his face, and his vision became dark red and blurred.

"Ah......h

When Ryusuke Okawa wiped the blood from his eyes, he immediately frightened his legs to the tragic scene in front of him as if there had been a war.

Within seconds of him informing the Ministry of Security to send reinforcements, at least thirty black-clothed thugs, all of whom were spared, fell under Sikong Yikou's iron fist.

The last and only one standing, and he was hooked and punched, knocking off his jaw and severely breaking his neck bone.

The incredible flying of three meters from the ground, the sound of "soldiers", smashed the crystal chandelier worth hundreds of thousands with his back.