As soon as Chen Jue arrived at the hotel lobby, he found that the staff at the front desk had already been empty, and even the door of the hotel was blocked and closed.

The gunshots just now were so abrupt that there was no hotel security to check on them.

Looking at the empty front desk again, Chen Jue roughly guessed that this hot spring hotel should also be an industry controlled by the gang, otherwise it would not have been so easy to disperse the people in the hotel.

Slowly walked to the entrance and exit of the hotel lobby in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling glass door, and gently pushed, the originally locked door made a creaking and squeezing sound.

This kind of floor-to-ceiling glass door is made of tempered glass, and was pushed by Chen Jie, and then heard a loud "bang" on the ground, the whole glass door burst open, and the uniform cracks spread throughout the door body, and finally under Chen Jie's nudge The huge glass weighing hundreds of catties fell to the ground, and glass slag splashed everywhere.

"One more move!" Chen Jue couldn't help but complain, touched a few bundles of Japanese dollars from the box and threw them on the ground, which was regarded as compensation for the repair costs of the hotel.

....

Just when Chen decided to burst the glass door and was about to leave the hotel to find another place to rest, dozens of commercial vehicles were parked on the halfway ramp less than 100 meters away from the entrance of the hotel.

The exterior of the vehicle was crowded with gun-wielding horses, and the vice president of the Matsuha Kai, Jiro Inuzuka, was talking to another beautiful woman in one of the Toyota Century.

I saw that this woman was wearing a black suit, although she was dressed as a man, she still couldn't hide her plump and hot figure.

"Miss Kawashima, how long will it take for your people to be resolved?"

"We'll be grown, but we've been waiting for a reply! If it doesn't work out in another five minutes, I'll let my men deal with it." Inuzuka Jiro glanced at the beautiful woman beside him, he felt that the Black Dragon Group must be crazy and actually sent such a vase to deal with such a major emergency.

"Your Excellency, your Excellency, my three subordinates are all the most elite members of the Black Dragon Group, and it is estimated that they will be able to capture each other alive in a few minutes, so please rest easy." Minako Kawashima was expressionless and looked extremely calm, but a little disgust flashed in her eyes.

Because of this beautiful face and figure, she often encounters this kind of malicious look in the gangster circle.

But at this time, she didn't pay attention to such a trivial matter, but kept counting the time on her watch.

Based on the speed of the Black Dragons' assassination members, this should be enough time to deal with the target.

After all, according to the information from the Matsuba Society, the target is only one person in the hotel, and dispatching three assassination members is already an extremely wasteful thing in the eyes of Minako Kawashima.

Because every assassination member of the Black Dragon Clan is an elite who has experienced a hundred battles, even in the dark web, they are famous.

If it weren't for the fact that this matter was related to the long-term cooperation between the Black Dragon Group and the Matsuba Society, the president of the Black Dragon Group would not have personally sent his most powerful cadre, Minako Kawashima, and by the way, he also assigned her three assassination members.

However, just as the two were talking, an extremely crisp loud sound came from the direction of the hotel, and Inuzuka Jiro frowned when he heard it and asked, "What's the movement?"

A horse boy hurriedly ran over and reported, "Lord Inuzuka, the door of the hotel has collapsed for some reason, and the target has come out of the hotel with the suitcase of Team Leader Haruta and is approaching this way!"

"Oh? Only one target?"

"Miss Kawashima, it seems that the so-called elite members you sent are nothing more than that." When Inuzuka Jiro heard this, he first smiled contemptuously at Minako Kawashima, whose face had changed drastically, and then waved his hand disapprovingly at his subordinates and ordered, "Go! Bring that person here, and if you dare to resist, kill him directly, and be careful not to damage the contents of the box."

"Hey!"

The group of members of the Pine Leaf Club who were guarding the ramp began to move, and ran in the direction of the hotel on the ramp one after another.

And Minako Kawashima, who was sitting in the car, was digesting the news just now, and said in horror in her heart, "Impossible! Just one target, all three assassination members

Missed?"

"Did you meet a master who is even more powerful than them?"

Just as the two gang leaders in the car were thinking about each other, a dense burst of gunfire suddenly rang out above the ramp, and it was obvious that the enemy and the enemy exchanged fire.

But if you listen closely, you will find that there are all kinds of screams mixed with those gunshots.

It's just that the originally dense gunfire began to become inexplicably thin, and finally less than a minute passed from the sporadic gunfire to the complete stop.

"Listen, Miss Kawashima, the gunfire outside has stopped! It seems that the elite assassination methods advocated by your Black Dragon Group are still not comparable to the crowd tactics of our Pine Leaf Society."

"It's better to leave the follow-up interrogation matters to our Pine Leaf Society." Jiro Inuzuka, who was sitting in the car, listened to the movement outside, and finally showed a confident smile. In his opinion, the small-stock elite strategy pursued by the Black Dragon Group is not worth mentioning at all.

Traditional gangsters are about numbers, just like the idea of giant ships and cannons that they advocate for the bigger the scale, the more the climate.

"Skills are not as good as others, and they are willing to bow down. When the interrogation reveals the specific situation of this group, I also ask Your Excellency Inuzuka to take care of it and share the information with our Black Dragon Group." Minako Kawashima resisted the thought of seizures and squeezed out a smile at the guy next to her.

"Miss Kawashima, don't worry, our president has repeatedly emphasized that we will have a good relationship with your Black Dragon Group, and I will definitely disclose the information to you as soon as I have it." Inuzuka Jiro is a little high-spirited at this time, he feels that completing the task assigned by the boss is only one aspect, he can suppress the black dragon group on the scene, and he will go out to boast to the big guys in the circle in the future that he has more capital.

It's just that what Inuzuka Jiro didn't expect was that after the gunfire stopped for a few minutes, none of his subordinates came to report the situation, and he began to faintly feel that something was wrong.

At this moment, on the ramp outside the Toyota Century, a black figure carrying a box slowly approached, and Inuzuka Jiro thought it was his subordinate, so he hurriedly rolled down the window and said to the figure impatiently, "Baga Ahu! What are you still doing? Don't bring anything yet!"

"What about that person? Did you kill them, or did you capture them alive?"

As soon as Inuzuka Jiro's words fell, the figure in the darkness walked quickly to the car door and reached out to put his hand on the handlebar.

Immediately after that, a loud "bang" sounded in the ears of Inuzuka Jiro without warning, and the two people sitting in the car felt a sudden shock to the body of the car, and the entire door of this Toyota Century was forcibly torn off by the outstretched hand!

Then there was a "bang", and the car door was thrown heavily on the road, and the young man who tore the car door muttered: "Sure enough, the little devil's car is not of good quality!" What kind of garbage workmanship, the wagons are so thin?"

"With such a poor safety factor, there are still a bunch of people who buy it at a higher price, and they are not afraid of drifting in a hearse?"