On a derelict construction site outside Tokyo, a dirty deal is underway. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Money has also been seen, where are your goods?" The middle-aged man "Peng" and closed the suitcase.

The black man reluctantly withdrew his hand, turned his head and gave a command to his horse.

The boy returned to the Dodge SUV, grabbed a nondescript blue travel bag, scurried it down, and handed it to the black man.

"Here's twenty pounds of the purest and greatest high-quality powder, guaranteed to make you feel as good as you can." The black man threw the blue travel bag directly at the middle-aged man.

Catching the heavy travel bag, the middle-aged man unzipped it and glanced inside, only to see that it was a small bag of white crystals, and he just wanted to take out a bag for an inspection, but at this moment, a change suddenly appeared.

"Pengpeng", there were several low muffled sounds in the night, and then two subordinates behind him suddenly fell, blood on their foreheads, and a small gun hole was particularly eye-catching.

"Bage Yalu, dark horse, you dare to plot against me?" As the small leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, the middle-aged man reacted very quickly, pulled out a pistol as fast as he could, aimed at the black man, and pulled the trigger.

A scramble broke out suddenly, lasted only a dozen seconds, and then quickly ended. The two groups of people, a total of nine people, together with the driver of the car, none of them missed the net, and they were all shot in the head.

Behind the broken wall in the distance, a figure flickered, and four or five men in black appeared, armed with sniper rifles, rushing to the scene, checking them one by one, and after making sure that none of them were alive, they picked up suitcases full of dollars and heavy blue travel bags, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

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In a hot spring on the outskirts of Osaka, Soruto Kurai is soaking in the steaming water, enjoying the constant comfort.

As the eighth-ranked direct head of the Yamaguchi-gumi, the Osaka region's revenue has increased by 20 percent in the past year, exceeding $200 million, which is almost as high as Tokyo's, and two months later, at the Yamaguchi-gumi high-level meeting, he may be able to successfully join the seven-member advisory group of the Yamaguchi-gumi and hold great power.

Thinking of this, Kurai Sora suddenly felt that life was so beautiful, he was not yet thirty years old, and he had become the youngest direct team leader in the history of the Yamaguchi Group, in charge of Osaka, and there were seven or eight hundred younger brothers under him.

"Xiao Tian, help me make a call to Ai Matsushima, and ask her to arrange for the three student sisters to come over, I want to have a good time today!" Sora Kurai turned his head and said to a big man standing by the hot spring.

"Understood!" As a personal bodyguard, Xiao Tian naturally knew best, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone.

But, suddenly, he only felt a chill on his neck, and an incomparably sharp chill instantly hit his whole body, looking at the blood that kept coming out of his neck, he was stunned, "What the hell is going on?" ”

A sudden burst of darkness made him lose the ability to continue thinking, and his huge body collapsed limply to the ground, and in just a few tenths of a second, his life was ruthlessly ended.

Hearing the strange noise behind him, Kurai Soto slowly turned his head, and in his mind, there were more than a dozen of his subordinates in charge of guarding this hot spring, and there would definitely be no problem.

However, the scene in front of him told him that the world is always full of unpredictable accidents.

A bloody corpse, and other than that, there was no other figure, this scene was really weird.

Kurai's whole body trembled, and he suddenly remembered that a police undercover agent who was stabbed to death by himself last week, could it be the ghost of the other party who came to seek revenge?

An irrepressible sense of fear welled up in his heart, and Kurai opened his mouth, just about to shout for help, but a large strong hand reached out from behind his back and covered his mouth tightly.

"What are you shouting about? If you have the strength, you might as well call at King Yama! ”

A pillar of blood rose into the sky, like a beautiful firework, and then scattered in the steaming hot spring, turning into poignant red flowers.

Looking at the corpse of the Kurai empty man gradually sinking to the bottom of the water, Tang Yaoguang, who was in an invisible state, laughed coldly, and then escaped into the invisible space again.

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A few days later, Kobe, Japan, where the headquarters of the Yamaguchi-gumi is located.

In the city of Kobe, a very inconspicuous house, this is the residence of the sixth generation head of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Shinoda Kenji.

Originally, this house has always been very deserted, but today there are some exceptions, a row of Toyota cars parked at the door, and new members are joining one after another.

For this situation, the nearby residents seemed to have become accustomed to it, and no one stopped to watch at all, at most one or two mouthy Japanese aunts muttered to themselves: "It seems that something big is about to happen to the Yamaguchi-gumi again." ”

In the living room in the middle of the house, divided into two rows on the left and right, there are men in black suits, estimated to be twenty or thirty people, all with serious expressions.

At the top of the main seat in the living room sat an old Japanese man in a kimono, about sixty years old, with gray hair, at first glance he was just an ordinary old man, but if he looked closely, a sharp light flashed from time to time in his small eyes.

This old man is Shinoda Kenji, the sixth-generation head of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Shinoda Kenji cleared his throat and spoke first: "I summoned you here today, because in the past few days, we Yamaguchi-gumi have encountered a series of troubles, and you may have heard of them. It's been a long time since this happened, and I think it's important to discuss with you. Yamamoto, tell us about what happened recently. ”

"Okay." A middle-aged man sitting at Shinoda Kenji Temple nodded slightly.

"On May 5, that is, four days ago, Yoshiei Watanabe, the leader of the Tokyo direct group, was shot and killed while trading with the South American group, and everyone was killed by a headshot, and none survived. Eight hundred thousand dollars in cash, and twenty pounds of high fans, disappeared at the same time. ”

"On May 6, three days ago, Sora Kurai, the leader of the Osaka direct group, was assassinated while resting at Yamato Onsen, and one of his personal bodyguards was killed at the same time, and no clues were found at the scene."

"On May 7, two days ago, in Fukuoka, a local credit union controlled by us had its vault inexplicably stolen and lost about two billion yen in cash, leaving no suspicious traces at the scene."

"On May 7, two days ago, in Nagoya, three of our leaders were shot dead while they were entertaining on KTV, the same with a headshot."

"May 8th, that is, yesterday, Hokkaido ......" (To be continued.) )