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He couldn't care about face anymore, and in order to hide his frustration, Furugawa Chong roared and ordered the younger brothers to go together.

"It doesn't matter if I die, my dad is a parliamentarian, the police won't arrest us, give it to me!"

Hearing that they were going to kill someone, the delinquent teenagers showed timid expressions and did not dare to move forward. At the end of the day, they just like to have fun for free, like to indulge in excitement, and play life as if it were an RPG. When it really comes time to see blood, I am more cowardly than anyone else.

Furugawa Takaya was also instigated, even more so than his men. He hid behind the delinquent teenagers, desperately urging them to do it, but he kept shrinking back. When he was thinking about how to escape, he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and then he was horrified to see Nan Xiao in front of him.

"Huh? Ahhh

Screaming and Wang Baquan couldn't save Gutegawa Chong. Nan Xiao kicked him over, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him all the way to the balcony.

Nearly a hundred meters in the air, Takashi Furugawa was hung upside down and hung outside the balcony and swayed. The night view of the city turned upside down before his eyes. He finally couldn't hold back his wail. This man who likes to hear wailing, who likes to seek dopamine secretion in the midst of violent stimuli, finally took matters into his own hands today. He proves alive that cruel guys are often the most cowardly when they are treated cruelly.

Shaking and shaking, the cold wind in my ears is whistling. This sturdy young man of 1.9 meters was so frightened that his crotch was soaked, and the wet part spread rapidly.

"Spare your life, don't let go! Don't kill me! ”

The rough mask was completely gone, and Furugawa pleaded miserably. The arrogant personality suddenly reversed and became humble. The fear of death had completely crushed him. Now even if he is asked to kneel and lick Nan Xiao's boots, he will be very happy.

"You—Do you want money? I'll give you anything you want! I can give you a lot of money! ”

"Sorry, slippery hand." After Nan Xiao finished speaking, he let go of his hand.

"Ahh Shibuya's golden night scene flashed through his pupils. Weightlessness made his blood float, and his eyes were black and he couldn't see anything clearly. Just when he thought he was going to die, suddenly the feeling of falling stopped.

It was still head-down, but it was on the top of an unfamiliar building.

Takashi Furugawa had no idea what was going on just now, and his brain couldn't think anymore. Extremely nauseous, all the food he had just eaten in the apartment came out of his mouth and nostrils.

"I'm sorry, you're still useful in the future, so you can't die for the time being."

Useful? What is it for? What are you doing?

Countless questions buzzed in Furugawa Takashi's head, but his mouth was a semi-liquid mush, and he would choke on him and couldn't breathe if he tried to speak.

In Ota Ward, Tokyo, there is a large area near the bay with many factories. There are almost no residential buildings there, all of them are factories and warehouses. At night, when the workers have finished work, it becomes very desolate and deserted.

The A-1-02 warehouse in Sanchome is one of many warehouses. At the end of a very remote landfill, hidden by several taller warehouses, barely noticeable. It covers an area of about 10,000 square meters, that is, 100 meters in length and 100 meters in width, which is not small in terms of area. After rounding the warehouses, there is a narrow path that runs in. After walking for about five minutes, you will see a heavy iron gate.

This is one of the properties of Councilor Furugawa, but it does not appear in the annual property declaration. Nominally, the warehouse is owned by a real estate company in which a foundation holds shares. And he had a complex affiliation with the Foundation.

If you only look at the annual property declaration, he is simply incorruptible. But in fact, he owns nearly 100 high-end mansions in the constituency of a prefecture in Tohoku, Tokyo, and even various tourist attractions. His son, Takashi Furutegawa, once lost tens of millions of dollars in a day in Las Vegas, and he paid it off immediately after a phone call. There is no doubt that such a large amount of money came from a temporary loan from a bank, which is undoubtedly a violation of the financial system, but in the end there is no accountability.

Nan Xiao carried the semi-comatose Furugawa Chong and stood on the roof of the warehouse.

With a little sense, you can control the location of everyone in the entire building. The man closest to him was walking up the stairs and had just pushed open the door to the rooftop.

Well, probably the guard of this warehouse, a strong man in his thirties, with strong muscles and bones, carrying a telescopic baton.

It should be a routine patrol, and the route he walks is very fixed, and his attitude is not very serious. Occasionally, a baton is slashed across the wall, making a clattering sound.

As soon as he stepped onto the rooftop, the guard was punched.

Nan Xiao accurately controlled the strength, just enough to destroy the internal organs so that they would not burst. He doesn't like to have blood on his hands, it's ugly.

The guard's first instinct was to call someone, but the sharp pain in his abdomen left him unconscious. He may never have thought that he would be defeated so easily when he relied on violence to eat.

From the unconscious guard, Nan Xiao got the access card.

This card has relatively high permissions, and the doors can be swiped open along the way. Nan Xiao carried the ancient hand Chuan Chong and walked down layer by layer. Little P is constantly monitoring the power and water situation of the building. According to its analysis, there is a high probability that the enemy will be concentrated in the underground garage. There was a noticeable abnormal consumption of electricity and water, which was completely different from the usual records of the warehouse.

Pushing open the door of the garage on the second basement floor, Nan Xiao heard the barking of dogs and the footsteps of people.

The body odor of the dog, the smell of gun oil from the shotgun, the appearance of the enemy being well prepared.

Ready to go? Nan Xiao smiled and swaggered in.

Click, click, click, beams of spotlights lit up, illuminating the underground garage as if it were day.

A group of red-eyed fierce dogs pounced and walked around Nan Xiao quickly, barking in a low voice, viciously showing their desire to attack.

The light was dazzling, and it was unabashedly aimed straight at Nanxiao.

People kept coming out. After a little counting, there were probably hundreds of people. At a minimum, they were armed with alloy baseball bats, and there were at least twenty or more shotguns.

Masato Furugawa was wearing a neat suit, surrounded by at least ten black-clothed bodyguards with big shoulders and round waists, and looked at Nan Xiao with bad intentions.

"You're the one who kidnapped Kirisu Mato?"

His Japanese elegance and honorifics are impeccable, but they just sound ill-intentioned. The white-brushed teeth highlight the smiling smile. This is a hypocritical face, extremely vicious.

"Didn't you flee back home? Why is it here again? It's coming quickly. I thought that even if your relative contacted you as soon as possible, it would take at least a week. ”

"What you think, it doesn't matter." Nan Xiao looked around, assessing the hostile units.

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