The night was dark.

Bang Bang Bang ~

A group of people knelt on the cold ground, their heads bowed, despite the numbness of their knees, and just slapped their swollen faces vigorously, as if in this way, they could feel a little more secure.

In front of them, a man with a ball head, his head against the ground, his back arched, trembling all over, a blood-stained tip of a knife pierced through his abdomen, the ground was bloody, and he actually committed suicide by cutting his abdomen in pain.

This way of dying is extremely painful.

In ancient times, there would often be a person holding a large knife on the side, cutting off the head of the seppuku in time to alleviate the pain of the other party, which can be regarded as fulfilling the bushido spirit of the seppuku jade crush.

The head of the balls is so good, naturally not because he has strong willpower.

Simply because times have changed.

Before seppuku, he injected himself with medicine in advance.

But even so.

The head of the Maruko samurai, the physical pain and mental panic, are also almost to the limit.

The inmates on the stage are experienced.

Seeing that the head and body of the Maruko samurai trembled, without the slightest hesitation, he strode forward, and the double-ribbed knife at his waist flashed a cold light in the moonlight, and the blood water rose to the sky like a fountain.

A twisted and hideous head, gurgling and spinning on the ground.

The sock warrior's eyes widened, blinking slightly, and he only had time to sigh in his mind, and his consciousness sank into darkness completely:

What a fast knife!

Decapitate the head of the Maruko samurai with a single sword.

The prisoner gently shook the knife in his hand, the moonlight was like flowing water, the blood-colored blood mist was smeared, and the blood did not take possession, and it regained its previous dark silver inconspicuous appearance.

Click~

Put the knife back in its sheath.

The man lifted his head on the ground, and a trace of bloodlust flashed in the depths of his eyes.

This kind of puppet-like puppet, with his own hands, penetrates the sharp tip of the knife a little bit through the inner pressure of his body, and most people will stretch their minds to the limit.

At this time, a knife is slashed.

The water that spurted out the blood and turned into a fountain was the most beautiful scenery in the world.

It's a pity that it's not the Warring States period.

Otherwise, he would have enjoyed this beauty every day.

The man took a deep breath of the fishy smell that permeated the air, and his anger sank into the dantian, making a sound like thunder, interrupting the self-harm of everyone in the courtyard: "That black-skinned pig killed the leader of the Yamamoto team and was rescued, which greatly damaged the face of our Yamaguchi group, and now I want to select three warriors from among you and kill their families to show it."

The majestic little Yaga language has not yet been finished.

Bang~

A gunshot rang out from the antechamber suddenly.

This sudden change made the man's expression change slightly.

Don't wait for him to react.

Bang dang~

Inferior wooden sliding doors were lifted off with one foot.

A group of gunmen wearing miserable white masks poured into the courtyard one after another, and in just a short time, they killed all the little Rolls who were standing guard in the front hall.

This group of people did not say a word, acted extremely ruthlessly, and killed people when they raised their guns.

A group of younger brothers kneeling on the ground either wanted to get up to resist or run away, but because they knelt for too long, their legs were already numb, and they actually watched the bullets penetrate their bodies and those of their companions around them.

The screams were poignant and short.

In the blink of an eye.

The Japanese-style garden, which is not large, is already full of corpses.

"Yaga!"

Seeing this scene, the prison man did not retreat but advanced, holding a pair of clogs between his small short legs, and his legs were staggered, and he actually rushed towards this group of gunmen at a very fast speed, and at the same time, two moon rings flashed, turned into a cross, and slashed at the two gunmen in front.

Da Da Da ~ There was a short rush of shots.

A blood mist exploded from the back of the little short leg.

Wait until it lands.

This master of the Divine Chrysanthemum Twin Swords fell to the ground, convulsed twice, and went to see their Amaterasu.

“he tui！”

A mouthful of thick phlegm spat on the face of the unknown master.

Beneath the mask, Lawrence's face was full of disdain.

What age.

Still playing with knives?

Turtles!

He looked at the other masked man who had shot him.

That man was none other than Dean.

His mask was a little different from the others, and in one eye, there was an extra lens that resembled a crystal, and an inconspicuous light kept slipping through.

This is the remote technical support of Little Mike.

through the wafer.

Dean saw a string of blood-colored letters: zero!

This means that the people in this stronghold of the Yamaguchi-gumi have been killed by them.

Dean glanced down at his watch and waved.

A group of gunmen, pouring oil and lighting a fire, disappeared again into this Japanese courtyard without saying a word.

Before leaving.

A firearm, 'accidentally' dropped on the ground.

On it, there is the fingerprint of a small gang boss who had a conflict with the Yamaguchi-gumi and escaped by luck.

This boss has hung up.

However, his fingerprints will still be the biggest direction guide for this attack.

Whether you want it or not.

Under diplomatic pressure.

Dean believes that the officials in Los Angeles will cooperate to summarize today's action as a simple gang fight, and finally say some nonsense about maintaining law and order, and the matter will be over on the bright side.

A breeze blows.

Pink cherry blossom petals fall on the scarlet ground, and the color is bewitching

This scene is just the beginning.

And not the end.

Dean's convoy passed by a group of flashing police cars and headed for the suburbs.

Maybe it's to show off your identity.

Or maybe it's for privacy and security.

Several small Japanese families, the main clansmen, live in Japanese-style courtyards built in the suburbs, and there are professional security guards patrolling with special dogs day and night.

But in tight security, it can't compare to a military base.

Dean can even breach the military base alone, not to mention that all communications have been controlled by Mike Jr., and he has also found out the monitoring of all personnel in advance.

Where do these people want to get it.

It was originally for security monitoring, but now it brings their lives to danger.

And the communication was unwittingly blocked, which also led to the destruction of their strongest force, the Yamaguchi-gumi, and still did not receive the news, but held a dinner party in a leisurely manner, drinking sake and admiring the swaying posture of the dancing girls.

There are many people in these small Japanese family, there are men, women and children, although most of them are in the manor, but the personnel are relatively scattered, but they are not as easy to clean up as the Yamaguchi group.

But Dean has a clear goal.

In this operation, he is going to take the opportunity to destroy the members of the Yamaguchi family who are the most hostile to him!

Under his leadership, a group of people have a clear goal and are as powerful as a bamboo, as long as someone just stands in the way, they will fall under a pool of blood, and those good security players don't even have a chance to fight back, so they are sniped and killed by Dean one by one.

Under the efficiency of this terror.

They quickly tore a hole in the security loop and reached the inside of the Yamaguchi family's manor.

By the time the group at the banquet tried to escape, it was too late.

"Kill them all!"

"None of them will be left!"

Dean waved his hand, and the gunman behind him rushed in, regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, an old man or a child in front of him, without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the trigger, it was a saturation attack.

"Dean!"

Lawrence's eyes widened as he watched the scene.

Those people in the Yamaguchi-gumi before were all bastards who licked blood from the knife, and he didn't have the slightest psychological pressure to kill.

But for now

Dean then flicked his gun and fired three shots in a row, blowing up the heads of the three bodyguards who rushed to the courtyard on the side, and said expressionlessly: "Lawrence, do you remember what we found at the Yamaguchi-gumi before?" ”

Lawrence's mouth opened, and with a final sigh, he walked out of the yard.

When they arrived at the Yamaguchi-gumi, they found that the photos of Harry, Harry's mother, Harry's daughter, and him, were nailed to a large foam blackboard, and the purpose was self-evident.

If it weren't for them, they would have struck first.

Lawrence didn't dare to think about the outcome of being suddenly assassinated by a group of people.

It's just that he is not as cruel as Dean after all, so he can only turn out of sight and choose to acquiesce.

Dean glanced at Lawrence's back and turned his gaze back to the crowd, his gaze blank and invisible.

It was as if he had returned to the training island of his previous life, where the corpses of countless companions had been buried.

In order to survive.

He's done so many horrible things.

It's just a matter of annihilation.

After Dean tore through the fragile softness in his heart, the sea of corpses and blood in front of him couldn't stir his mind in the slightest.

Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Blame them for being born into this family!

It's weird, this group of little Yaga provoked themselves!

A group of unprepared flesh and blood, baptized by the torrent of bullets, had no effect except desperate wails.

It doesn't take more than a minute.

The entire banquet scene became a purgatory scene.

Dean glanced at the watch in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "From left to right, one by one, all headshots!" ”

It's so brutal and bloody.

Even these well-trained gunners can't help but feel furious in their hearts.

They don't say a word and do what they are told.

Dean stepped forward and identified the deceased one by one.

After it was determined that the core members of the Yamaguchi family had all died here, they set a fire and rushed directly to the beach outside Los Angeles with everyone covered in the smell of blood.

When the police received a call for help from this group of Xiao Riben, they arrived.

In addition to the corpses in one place, there is also a group of frightened, crying little Yaga, who found nothing.

There is a special person to pick up at sea.

Dean and Lawrence, watching the group of gunmen get on board and disappear from view, only to re-drive a pre-prepared pickup truck and return to the city with the 'game' prepared behind the car.

In the car.

Lawrence stopped talking.

Dean took out the pipe that Neil had given him from his pocket and lit it, took a few puffs, and the cold feeling on his body slowly dissipated.

He reverted to being the kind Detective Dean he was with his colleagues: "Lawrence, man, what's the matter, you're not usually squirming like that. ”

Hear Dean's familiar teasing.

Lawrence also lit a cigarette and took a few deep puffs before saying in a low voice: "I thought I would kill those gunmen just now, and I even opened the gun safe." ”

Dean rolled his eyes, "Don't be stupid, Lawrence, you know me, I would never do anything to my own people, but don't ask where I got those gunmen, it's my secret!" ”

Although there is a fear that the departure of that group of gunmen will be at risk of leaks.

But Dean's words made Lawrence, that tense and heavy heart, finally let go.

Oh, yes.

Dean looked even more terrifying than the serial murderers, but it was because the group of people threatened the lives of himself, Harry, and their families.

He cares too much about us brothers to react like this.

Think about it this way.

Lawrence felt a little guilty about his previous reaction.

FK！

I'm not a thing!

When Dean heard that his brother was being bullied, he didn't say a word, took the risk, and took the threat of eliminating himself, but he actually reacted that way!

He snapped and slapped himself.

"Dean, I'm sorry, I thought you were a little too cruel." Lawrence's face was full of guilt, and the two pieces of horizontal flesh on his face also shrugged up.

Dean shrugged, "Don't do that, Lawrence, we're brothers!" ”

"Yes!"

Lawrence nodded heavily: "We will be brothers for life!" ”

A small boat that absconded at night.

A group of gunmen who had just completed a number of massacres threw their masks and pistols into the sulfuric acid barrels on the ship, eating the food prepared in advance while checking the condition of their companions.

I don't know why.

Almost all of them's faces were a little pale.

This whiteness is different from their skin color, but the kind of whiteness that has lost its blood color.

Finish eating.

Cigarettes were handed out.

Long.

A capable old man who looked to be fifty years old sighed: "I just thought that we were going to be killed by that butcher-like employer, but fortunately I thought too much, and this time I got the commission, and I was going to spend the rest of my life in a small country on the eastern side." ”

He rarely divulges information about himself.

But in this operation, although the tall employer did not show hostility to them, the other party's terrifying marksmanship and cold tone gave him a lot of psychological pressure on the veteran.

The old man wanted to calm his mood again by speaking.

How do you know.

As soon as he spoke, the rest of the people couldn't help but talk about their feelings.

"I just kept touching the gun, and I don't know why, when the guy's gaze swept me, I couldn't help but think of the way the beast looked at me when I was a kid when I was pounced on by a North American gray wolf."

There were also people who were far away from Dean and chuckled disdainfully, "Hey, guys, are you guys talking about a joke?" It's all flesh and blood, I'm afraid of a fart, and that guy is not ready to take back the guns on us, which means that he didn't think about killing his mouth at all, you guys are actually worried, tsk~"

The two sides began to argue.

Suddenly.

The old man's ears twitched slightly.

He seemed to hear a trace of uneasiness in the whistling sea breeze.

"Shut up!"

He stood up abruptly and shouted at the crowd.

The people who were arguing were a little confused by his actions, and couldn't help but look at this old man in his fifties.

The old man ignored the fierce and unkind gazes of these people, and lay directly on the plank, and then his pupils contracted violently, and his body jumped up and threw himself towards the sea.

The next moment.

Bang~

A horrific explosion exploded across the sea, tearing apart the hull and the gunners who did not react.

The old man was in the air, and suddenly remembered the way the tall man looked at them when he put them on the boat: cold, unwavering, as if he were looking at a group of corpses.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The next moment, the orange-red flames exploded, tearing him apart and devouring him.

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