It was another night of déjà vu for Mitsuaki Daimasa.

At first, he was full of anticipation, then gradually embarrassed in a daze, and finally turned into hesitation and sorrow, and ushered in the morning sun for the second time in loss and sadness.

"にまび,You guys also donkey me ......"

In the empty garage, Daimasa Guangzhao was smoking a cigarette lonely. Raising his head, he looked at the rising sun, raised his arm and wiped the corner of his eye vigorously.

The eyes were almost moist.

In the silence, the returning subordinates wanted to stop talking, stopping and talking, and after a long time, they stepped forward tremblingly: "President......"

It took a long time for Dazheng Guangzhao to turn around.

"Well, you say. ”

The subordinate handed over the mobile phone with a trembling hand, and the cable TV channel in the mobile phone was reporting the morning news - last night there was another traffic accident in the suburbs of the city, and the fuel tanker truck collided, and the Metropolitan Police Department reminded the general public to pay attention to traffic safety, do not drive drunk, the driver has a drop of alcohol, and the relatives have two lines of tears......

"What do you mean by showing me this?" Dazheng asked faintly, "I never drink when I drive, don't I have a driver?"

“......”

Looked at by those eyes, the subordinate's little hands trembled again, and tremblingly picked up a box.

"Well, it's just a hybrid alliance...... Sent over. ”

Daimasa Mitsuaki waved his hand casually: "Open it and see, what's inside, the bomb?"

When the box was opened, there was only a pile of fine powder, pale, mixed with large and small particles, and embers of coke......

Like the ashes left over after something burned out.

"They said, 'The things and the things belong to their rightful owners......

There was no expected thunderstorm, Daisei Guangzhao pinched his cigarette and asked calmly: "If you say this, you are all dead?"

"Yes. The subordinate nodded.

Then the roar of gunfire was heard, and he collapsed in a pool of blood.

"And what are you doing alive like a piece of shit?"

Dazheng Guangzhao lowered his head and stared at the dull pupils in the pool of blood: "Lao Tzu raised you for so long, is it so that you can show me the news? What the hell are you doing?"

He raised his hand, pulled the trigger, pulled it again, turned back to the dull faces and shouted, "Are you all dumb?

One or two wastes to this extent, they all died to ashes, and let Sheng Tianmu send them back, and pretended that nothing had happened!

What have you been doing for so long? Have you shirked your responsibilities and thrown the blame? More than 140 people! Even if it's more than 100 pigs, you can't kill them all in one night!"

The members of the group knelt on the ground, buried their heads deeply, and stuck to the cold ground, even though the blood that flowed over them soaked the corners of their foreheads.

"I can see that the henchmen of the Iron King Party are not in those bastards, not in those Italians and Russians, but under my ass!"

Dazheng roared angrily: "Where did the person who swore to me promise that he would be able to take the head of the dog of Tianmu this time?

If this kind of waste doesn't die, will it still be left as an ornament! But what about you, are you different from the dead waste?

Someone else told me that the one who won the inner circle of Tambo within two days had to die miserably enough to make that old bastard of Sheng Tianmu die laughing in the hospital?"

In the midst of the roar of rage, suddenly the sound of a jingling bell rang out.

Telephone ringtones.

The enthusiastic chorus of the girl idol group echoed in the air, making the otherwise cold atmosphere softer.

It's getting weirder and weirder.

"Whose phone, get out of here!"

Taimasa Mitsuaki roared, his eyes were scarlet, and he was furious, but he immediately reacted: "Oh, my, that's fine......"

He bent down, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his dead subordinate, glanced down at the caller ID, the unfamiliar number, and picked it up indifferently: "Hey?

He was answered by a deep voice with an odd accent.

"It's me, 'good friend' Evgeny—"

The Russian on the other end of the line seemed to take a deep breath, and then after a brief silence, let out a trance-like and hearty moan.

Breathed a sigh of relief.

"We have a business to talk about," he said. ”

Daimasa Mitsuaki's eyes rolled for a moment, and his fierce expression gradually became meaningful: "The key is, how do you want to talk about ......Mr. 'good friend'." ”

"Someone will talk to you. The 'good friend' said, "I'm just an introducer, you just need to be a reception." ”

After saying anything more, the phone hung up.

In the silence, he heard voices behind him.

"It's so miserable, I fired seven or eight shots in a row, and I haven't died yet-"

Filled with pity, looking at the man twitching in a pool of blood on the ground, the man who suddenly appeared here looked down on the pair of eyes full of expectation and longing, as if he was smiling rather than smiling, not knowing whether it was pity or mockery.

But unexpectedly, there was no sense of abruptness.

It's as if he was here, except they didn't find out.

Black hair, black eyes, white skin.

He always has a polite smile with a sense of distance, like a Roman, but he speaks standard Yingzhou as if he grew up in Japan.

Wearing a traditional robe in the Yingzhou style.

After a period of uproar, in an instant, it was surrounded by layers.

Behind the crowd, Daimasa Mitsuaki raised his pistol expressionlessly and asked in a cold voice, "Who is it?"

"Didn't you just say it on the phone? The person who came to talk to you about business...... It's rude, I don't know anything about hospitality. ”

The visitor shook his head, as if helpless, raised his hand slightly and said, "Please wait a minute, it's really a little unbearable-"

Waved his hand lightly, as if to repel idle people, etc.

The man lowered his head and slowly bent down, staring at the convulsions in the pool of blood.

"It's painful, isn't it?. He asked softly.

The dying man on the ground widened his eyes and stretched out his hand with all his might: "Please save ...... Help me......"

"I'll save you, don't worry. ”

Saying that, a bright smile appeared on the face of the comer, reached out and hugged his upper body in the pool of blood, held his neck, and whispered in his ear: "The so-called death is not something to be feared, but the result of a long sleep and peace of mind." ”

"Don't be afraid. "It's over soon." ”

Snap a snap.

With gentle movements, the pain is ended.

The despair of the deceased vanished, replaced by a serene smile that seemed to be a dream.

Daimasa's expression twitched.

In that momentary trance, it was as if I saw something phantom rising from a pool of blood and floating to the sky, as if ascending to heaven.

That person was obviously twisted and his neck was broken.

But the corpses in the pool of blood on the ground are intact, and even the bullet holes have disappeared!

In this sudden shock, the strange visitor had already gotten up from the pool of blood and smiled heartily: "Okay, Mr. Mitsuaki Daimasa, we can talk about it next." ”

Dead.

Obviously, under the protection of many subordinates, Dazheng Guangzhao suddenly felt a cold, as if he was alone.

He should have pulled the trigger immediately to draw a line with such an unknown and unscrupulous person, but his movements came to a ghostly halt for a moment.

"I think, after playing a comedian for so long, you must be tired too, right?"

He heard the man's words, "Don't you want to break free from the shackles of the Shikameikan and become the true king of Kyoto's underground?"

The dark eyes looked at him.

With a smile that seems to be eternal, quietly admire.

Inexplicably, he recalled how the old priest in the church persuaded him every time he gave alms when he was a child......

Thou shalt not speak to the devil.

But now, when he finally understood this truth, he found that it was too late.

He was already in the mud.

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At ten o'clock in the morning, the group drew a circle in the inner circle of Tambo.

It's about the size of a dozen of the inner ring of Tamba. Including the site of the Huaizhi Group, there are a total of seven blocks. With the help of the Green Day faction such as the Jinchuan Society, most of the manpower was seconded and all the work was coordinated.

Then, order was re-established.

In addition to setting aside an area for temporary lease to the homeless in the event of a disaster, new rules have been re-emphasized, putting an end to all violent conflicts.

Wakazu Yamashita of the Waishi Group personally intervened to convey to the representatives of each neighborhood and the leaders of the three sects that all disorderly acts, including robbery and theft, that were fostered by taking advantage of the turmoil in the inner circle of Tamba were prohibited.

There are no complicated rules, but a simple sentence: what has happened in the past is not to blame, and from today onwards: plundering once and breaking both hands twice, stealing and cutting off fingers, and killing to pay for life.

The loopholes are not insignificant, as long as you steal eleven times or grab three, kill two people, you will earn, and they will be punished at all!

This fake benevolence and false righteousness, the appearance of pretending to be a gesture is really disgusting.

When the inner circle of Tambo is his own home, what do you want to do?

Except for a few people who are really about to reach a dead end, more people are complying on the surface, but they are sneering in their hearts, guessing what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

There are not a few people who are dissatisfied with this.

Whether it's loan sharks or bustards, or even the gangs on the block, or even all the other gangs that involve their own interests.

For a while, it was boiling and the sky was boiling.

But their grievances will not be useful, and the upper echelons of the alliance simply do not pay attention.

Even the Arakawa family, who looked at the most unpleasant thing about the Huai Paper Group, remained silent about it, too lazy to take care of it, and watched him get up a tall building, and then waited for him to collapse.

And Sheng Tianmu, who ate two more bowls of rice in the hospital, just wiped his mouth, saying that it is a good thing for young people to want to make a difference, and they can't discourage people's enthusiasm.

Moreover, today's Tanbo inner circle should indeed be managed.

When the economic turmoil affected all the gray industries began to languish, the order that was barely maintained has become full of holes, and the waste waiting for drugs and the snakes waiting for pumping water have begun to take risks...... In just two days, there are countless bad things that have happened.

Sheng Tianmu simply took this opportunity to be ruthless.

More ruthless than the paper group.

Before evening arrived, the cremation furnaces at the funeral parlor in the inner circle of Tamba had already begun to queue......

After a long ten hours, the bad atmosphere in the lap finally hit the brakes, but no one knew how long it would last.

In the office, Huai Shi picked up the teacup expressionlessly, and after sending away another wave of annoying flies, she rubbed her swollen and painful eyebrows.

Feelings, self-inflicted.

The arrival of order did not revitalize the neighborhood, and even caused the loss and relocation of many people, and the resulting chaos has not subsided until now.

Unexpectedly, he originally thought that after his extreme operation caused chaos in the circle, Shao Siming's destiny would definitely suffer turmoil, but he didn't expect that the impact of wool at all would not be ...... On the contrary, the transformation progress of the Great Priest has jumped forward!

It's better than nothing, but it's outrageous......

"Can this be considered a dead man?"

Huai Shi felt bald and uneasy.

Could it be that instead of making the atmosphere in the neighborhood better, the rules under his own rule have caused deaths and injuries?

No, from morning to now, there have only been six deaths in the surveillance of the crows, and all of them are not sorry to take advantage of the chaos to set fire to death.

"You've fallen into a misunderstanding again, ...... fool"

In Huaishi's reflexive heartbeat, a voice that often appears at the same time as the deduction text message sounded in his ears.

"Tong Ji?" he was stunned.

"Oops, hey, what a surprise, I didn't expect you to make rapid progress just by coming back from a door. ”

With the convergence of ink, the image of the Q version of the crow appeared in front of his eyes, and he wiped the corners of his eyes with satisfaction: "It's grown, Huaishi." ”

Huai Shi reacted, and immediately rolled her eyes, and snorted coldly in disgust:

"Do you still know to come back?"

"Look at what you said, people also have their own careers. Tong Ji's tone was subtle, sounding weak and helpless and pitiful: "You can't always be locked in the basement and do such and such things, right?"

"Who does what to whom, please make it clear!"

Huai Shi glared at her, and then she couldn't get up: "Forget it, don't talk about it, what's the misunderstanding you just said?"

"Aren't people about to say something, but you interrupted me......"

Tong Ji also planned to pull some more that she didn't have, but she was stared at by Huai Shi without saying a word, and couldn't help but shrug her shoulders helplessly, put on her small glasses, and then took out a small whiteboard and put it on the table.

The long-lost little crow class has started.