"How did you get in, this is the kitchen heavy, get out of here!"

Left and right in the back kitchen of the teahouse, busily washing vegetables, chopping vegetables and stir-frying, everything was in order, until suddenly a strange man wearing a black hoodie and a V-shaped mask on his face suddenly broke in.

Ikuji Nakamura was watching his chef cook, and suddenly saw a strange man walk into the kitchen through the back door, knowing that the situation was not good, and most of the brothers at the back door had already encountered an accident.

Nakamura Ikuji, who has a wealth of gangster experience, also worked hard in the gang before entering the left and right teahouses as the head chef, and he didn't act rashly before he couldn't figure out the details of the weirdos, and quietly kicked the nearest assistant chef.

When the cook scolded the visitor, his hand secretly reached behind his waist, and his gun was placed there, thinking that if the cook attracted attention, his movements would not be detected.

"Smack, ding~dang~"

The bullet hit the workbench behind Ikuji Nakamura, and the sparks from the metal collision seemed to startle Ikuji Nakamura, and he finally withdrew his hand that was stretched out behind his waist and raised it above his head honestly.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to scratch my back." Ikuji Nakamura explained in a trembling voice, looking like he was really scared just now.

"All come out from behind the workbench, stand in two rows between those who have joined the gang and those who have not, and don't make a mistake for me."

The voice changer processed the sound so that it was impossible to hear his identity, and Nakamura didn't want to listen to the strange man's orders, but the shot just now made it clear to him that this man was shooting too fast for him to resist.

Nakamura Yuji cooperated and shouted at his cooks: "Come out one by one and stand in a row." ”

It can be seen that Nakamura Ikuji has a high degree of control over the kitchen, except for some confusion after the shooting, after Nakamura Ikuji gave the order, despite some of the resentment, he still honestly lined up and stood in a row.

Nakamura Yuji smiled shyly: "None of us are gangsters, we are expatriates from Japan, and we work here, we are just cooks, that's all." ”

"I believe in you, turn around now, don't want to make trouble for yourself, I'm not here to find you."

"Yes" Nakamura shouted, and then urged the chefs to turn around, but he cursed in his heart: stupid, it's stupid to believe my words so easily, dress like a fool, and when you cross the kitchen, I'll shoot you directly in the back, and I can add another round of tattoos.

Nakamura Ikuji raised his hands high, and imagined in his heart that he was praised by the eldest brother in the gang, and he would no longer be a chef, and he would be able to go in and out in the future.

Bang Bang Bang ......

What was that?

The sound of gunfire interrupted Nakamura's fantasies, and he caught a glimpse of his men who had fallen to the ground one by one, their red-dyed hair and bloody holes on the back of their heads.

Trembling, Nakamura squatted down, trying to dodge to the side and let his subordinates block his gun, but there was no room for him to hide from the wall in front of him, and he was about to pounce outside, when a bullet entered the back of his head and pierced through his eyebrows.

Nakamura sat at a low table on his knees, and joked with his subordinates about meat and vegetarian dishes, and although the food was not served, he had already drunk several glasses of sake.

"Nishino, you go to the back kitchen to see, what Nakamura is doing, why hasn't the food been served yet, let him put the other tables back first, and our own brother's first."

"Yes"

Nishino was just about to get up and go out when he was stopped by Takada: "Go, let Nakamura come over and have a few cups together, it's enough to cook with those subordinates, anyway, he doesn't cook himself, just come and eat together." ”

"Yes"

Nishino bowed and retreated, and as soon as he opened the door of the box, a mask appeared in front of him, as well as the muzzle of the black hole......

The gunshot rang out, and it could no longer be called.

"Nishino ......"

The gunfire alarmed Takada and the gang cadres.

"Who? Come out. ”

When Takada and the others heard the gunshot, they immediately took out their pistols and bowed down at the same time with the help of the table as cover, thinking that there would be a burst of strafing fire next, but it seemed that there was nothing else except the gunshot just now, but Nishino's body was still lying at the door, and the blood flowing from the center of his eyebrows was nothing else but red and black.

No one answered, as if nothing had happened, but the anger in Takada's chest that wanted to rush out of his body was still there, and Nishino's body was still there, so how could he pretend that nothing had happened.

"Takeshita, go take a look."

Takada cautiously raised his head and looked at the corners of the room, but found no one, so he asked a man with a show of grace across from him to test it.

Takeshita is not stupid, it is impossible to stand up directly like this, hunched up slowly, and then bends down and rolls on the ground with a gun and has reached the door.

Takeshita tentatively poked his head out to look outside, but a gunshot rang out.

Takeshita's head that had just poked out was blown out.

"Yaga"

For a while, there was a lot of scolding in the box, and a few people with more impulsive personalities stood up and shot wildly outside the door, regardless of whether they hit or not.

After a random shot, there was no movement outside the door except for the screams of customers and waiters who were startled by the sudden shootout.

Gao Tian was about to ask someone to go out again to investigate the situation, but he shot three people in a row and fell to the ground and died.

Takada and the others lay down again, and the bullets came from other directions.

The left and right teahouses follow the architectural style of Japanese wooden houses, and the Japanese-style partitions around them allow people to clearly see the shadows of the opposite side without the slightest defense.

Takada looked around vigilantly, the enemy was ghostly, and he didn't know where to start.

"Takada-kun, what should we do, the enemy is too cunning, we don't know where he is at all?"

A cadre with pigtails whispered.

Takada didn't know what to do, he didn't even see who was going to kill them, four people had already died, these were all gang cadres in San Francisco.

Gao Tian had a cold face, and his face was like water: "Let's wait, there is only one enemy, and the firepower is not enough, so we don't dare to come in, as long as we wait for the reinforcements sent by the gang, we can naturally go out." ”

Gao Tian said this, but his face had swelled into a pig's liver color because of annoyance and anger, in his opinion, it was a shame to say such words, a lifetime of shame, and only by killing this daring killer could he wash away the shame of today.

Yoshira Yanagawa, who was in charge of the San Francisco branch of the Yanagawa Group for his father, Shiro Yanagawa, received a report from his subordinates that there had been a shooting incident in the teahouse on the left and right, and Takada and several cadres had been assassinated, and the casualties were currently unknown.

"Baga, a bunch of waste, let people be assassinated in their own territory, go and lead people to save those stupid pigs!"

Yanagawa Kira scolded angrily, how long has she been gone, here in San Francisco, has the Yanagawa Group fallen to such a field?

"Wait!" The cold-faced Yanagawa Kira stared at his subordinates who came to report the news like a man-eating wolf: "Your incompetence will be settled with you in the future, don't meddle in this matter, call the police." ”

"Call the police? It's not good for Miss Kira to do this, it's not in accordance with the rules. The subordinates wiped the cold sweat on their heads, thinking that this eldest lady was too messy.

"What's wrong, my father is a businessman, the Yanagawa Group is a legal enterprise, and the employees of the Yanagawa Group were wantonly killed, if the police don't care about it, then why do they charge me so much tax from the Yanagawa Group every year?"

Yanagawa Kiramori's cold gaze at his subordinates did not dare to have the slightest disrespect: "Yes, I will call the police." "Carefully exit the office before daring to complain in my heart: what tax to pay? Not all of them have been reasonably circumvented by the legal department's gang of tricksters.