"I'm old."

Kiryu Jiro muttered.

Exhaustion pervades every corner of the body.

He sighed self-deprecatingly.

More than a dozen corpses of the Extreme Road in front of them fell to various locations in the street, and only one of them was hidden behind the garbage can, shivering, teeth clashing up and down.

Everybody was killed with one shot.

Kiryu is not an ordinary old man, he is also an extraordinary person with the blood of the Heroic Spirit, whose Heroic Spirit bloodline has awakened, and the awakened reason is still flowing in the bloodline.

His bullets were always a hundred shots, so it only took a dozen seconds to kill these poles.

Rao was only a dozen seconds, and the consumption of operating the Heroic Spirit Principle had almost drained all of his physical energy, making him feel tired.

"Last ......"

He raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

The bullet goes to the head of the last polar element as if it were automatically looking for a target.

Wow——!

The orange-yellow bullet was shot down, and after several catapults, disappeared into the rain.

Kiryu Jiro looked at the comer, who was also a gokudo, and the tie around his neck was the same set of patterns.

And he could feel that the other party was also a transcendent being, and if it weren't for that, he wouldn't be able to shoot down his own bullets.

"The Baichuan group is like a head." The person who came reported his name, it was a middle-aged man, holding an iron rod of more than one meter in his hand, his whole body was powerful, and the green tendons under his muscles were bulging like a dragon: "I didn't expect that in this old and dilapidated undeveloped old Edo, there was still such an old beast hidden." ”

The old man touched the firearm and said in a low voice: "You are an extraordinary person, but you are willing to mix with this group of extreme paths......

"Everyone has his own ambitions." Ruotou of the Baichuan Group had a casual face: "I like to be in some of my business, but you killed so many of my members, if I don't kill you, I can't explain when I go back." ”

Kiryu Jiro said lightly: "If I kill you, there will be no more trouble in the future." ”

"Kill me, and the Baichuan Group should be removed." He sneered, "But if you die, that little girl will end badly." ”

With a roar, thunder illuminated the long street, and also illuminated two figures.

Two shots rang out.

Kiryu's body fell to the ground, making a muddy splash, and blood spilled from his wounds, gradually staining the water red.

Bai Chuan Ruotou shook the blood-stained iron rod and said lightly: "It's a pity, you should be stronger when you're young." ”

He broke into the flower shop, picked up the sleeping girl, and disappeared into the night.

The old man couldn't move, his fingers stiffened, and his dilated pupils looked at the sky.

…… I'm old.

Because he is too old and his body is too sluggish, even if he can see the flaws, his physical strength can no longer keep up with the speed of reaction, and a slow second determines life and death.

He was not afraid of death.

His hands have already been stained with countless blood, as a member of the former executioners of the shogunate, he didn't expect him to end up well, and it was already God's eyes to live to eighty or ninety, otherwise how could he tolerate a vicious person like him to live until now.

He just regretted that he couldn't make the road to the end.

Ren Xia is a thug, and he is also a wicked person who takes people's lives with a sharp blade, fighting evil with evil, and he will die when he deserves to die.

But the girl was innocent.

Failed to save her, this is Kiryu Jiro's regret for refusing to close his eyes and die...... If he had been younger, he could have saved her.

Lao Ji Fu ...... The Twilight of the Martyrs......

He didn't lose to his opponent, but he lost to time, and no matter how turbulent the flame in his heart was, he couldn't change his old shell.

This unwillingness and regret......

In the end, he couldn't close his eyes.

From under the old man, a pitch-black shadow stood up, and the shadow solidified like a living thing, turning into a young man in a suit and holding a staff of civilization.

He stared at the dead old man.

Immediately, the young man slowly squatted down, pressed his right hand on the old man's chest, and the shadow gradually melted into the body of the deceased.

The corpse stood up again, the wounds began to heal, and a hot steam was emitted, and a white mist enveloped the circle.

A hand parted the white mist, and out of the smoke curtain was no longer Kiryu, who was dying, but younger, only to be thirty years old in an instant, back to the peak of his physical fitness.

And the soul that controls this shell is no longer Kiryu, but an outsider.

……

Bai Yu opened his eyes, his mind was very clear, his consciousness was equally clear, his body seemed to be his own, and every inch of muscle was full of explosive power.

But he also knew very well that he was now using a body called 'Kiryu Takajiro', and he had died of bleeding from a broken organ a minute ago.

He completely felt the whole thing before the death of this aging Ren Xia from the first perspective, so that there is not much strangeness and resistance to accepting his body and identity now.

He usually refuses to enter the body.

But now that I've witnessed it twice in a row, I have to get used to it if I don't get used to it.

Unlike the old body that would catch his breath when he walked a few steps, the current body represents the peak of Kiryu Takajiro.

The old man is undoubtedly dead. With his endless regret and unwillingness.

What Bai Yu needs to do now is to continue the story he didn't finish, and turn this imperfect ending into what everyone expected.

The flaming words also came to his sight.

【Ren Xia: Finale】

【Destroy the Hyakugawa Group】

[Destiny has begun to weave, countdown has begun]

【02:59:59】

The mission objectives are clear; The time limit is three hours.

Bai Yu thought that he would feel panicked because of this sudden situation, but in fact he didn't, his consciousness was very calm, as if he had withdrawn excess sensibility.

He knew exactly what he was here for, and he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

And the flame in his heart is still there, as if he inherited an irresolvable anger from Kiryu.

He felt that he was more like an evil spirit at this time, an undead spirit who had come back to life for revenge.

It is precisely because it is connected to the remnants of the old man who died that he has inherited it together, so he feels so ......

wrath

Bai Yu picked up the firearm on the ground and raised the black umbrella: "Death, it's time to collect people." ”

……

At this time, old Edo and new Tokyo were in the middle of a transition, with a large number of old houses being demolished and new high-rise buildings being built.

The whole era is rolling forward, and land has become the most valuable thing, every inch of land is valuable.

Many underworld organizations also set their sights on the land at this time, and chose to start a real estate business and make money every day.

In order to lower the price to buy land in the hands of ordinary people, they often do whatever it takes, from threats, harassment to kidnapping, in order to force the parties to sign, it is not uncommon to cut off the hands and feet of the other party.

It's all about profit.

A van drove towards the intersection, and Takao, who was the head of the Momokawa Gumi, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and spat out white mist.

No one could have imagined that there would be a vicious extremist in this van, and there would be a kidnapped victim in the back.

The girl in the back row had woken up, her name was Nishino Fumi, her hands and feet were tied at this time, and the rag was stuffed in her mouth, and the smell of engine oil on the rag made her want to vomit.

When she woke up, she had already heard the surviving Jimichi talking and knew what had just happened.

She pretended to be unconscious, but tears were already streaming down her face, staining the dirty car mat.

How powerless she is, how unwilling she is.

She also knew what kind of fate she would face in the future, but she couldn't even bite her tongue and kill herself.

"Big brother, I don't understand, is it worth it to lose so many people just for such a little girl?"

"Of course it's not worth it for her, and you can't get back so many lives if you sell her, this time it's a capsized boat in the gutter." Takao took a puff of his cigarette and said in a somewhat flat tone: "However, there are many people to recruit, the abolition of the sword order implemented by the shogunate has caused a large number of old samurai to lose their jobs, and this group of people has become ronin, they are all not in a serious business, and without the shogunate, they can only go to the streets to mix with us, this kind of person will not disappear in fifty years, and a group will be recruited after a group dies, and I am still in this group so I am not afraid that no one will come." ”

The little brother who was driving whispered: "Then what will happen to this little girl after that?" ”

"Take it to the old place."

"Straight ahead?"

"Well......" Takao said lightly: "For this girl died so many people, she can't live, and she is actually worthless to live, in fact, there is an old man who is sick, and discussed with the team leader, and exchanged ten percent of the shares for the internal organs, this girl is also just the right match, originally wanted to force her to die and take the internal organs, anyway, her father dared to sign anything in order to cancel those gambling debts, the body donation certificate had already been signed, and all the processes were done, just waiting for her to commit suicide by jumping into the sea." ”

"Then we're direct, isn't it a bit of a bad rule?"

"Stupid, so many people have died, what do you care about so much? The old man was impatient, so he brought the doctor in the black market and raised the price, and now they are waiting at the villa...... Otherwise, let me go out in person? Takao sneered.

At this moment, suddenly, a bright light illuminated the interior of the car.

The driver subconsciously looked sideways, and a pitch-black sedan crashed directly into the side of the van, turning it over on the spot.

The van turned around and came again, Takao covered his head with both hands, swept away the glass shards, and grabbed the driver's arm: "Hey! ”

This pulled over, and the driver's face was covered in blood.

Takao looked at the source of the blood, only to notice that the driver's side of the head had been pierced at some point.

Before he was hit by a vehicle, he had already been shot in the head!

Takao kicked the car door and showed a stick: "What person!" Get the hell out of here! ”

A pitch-black sedan sits in the middle of the road, the door slowly opens, and a young man in a black suit walks out slowly, holding an old jet-black pistol in his right hand.

He walked to the front of the car, and the headlights illuminated his back from behind, stretching the shadow very long, and the rain poured down, as if another figure in a gray kimono was superimposed on him.

No amount of bright light could illuminate his features.

It's like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.