When Fingal saw the eighteenth episode of the comic on his phone, the car that picked them up finally arrived.

Two people got out of the white Toyota van, one tall and one short, with bulging pockets around their waists.

"Village rain?"

The tall man asked in Chinese, and the accent was fairly standard.

"Professional certification?"

Chu Zihang asked rhetorically.

"It's me."

The other party's reply was as concise and clear as his hunter ID.

After checking his identity, the tall man glanced at the short man, who took out three sets of documents from the car.

Chu Zihang took the documents and flipped through them, both of them were Americans, and their appearance was somewhat similar to them.

"We are professionals."

Seeing his surprise, the tall man said with some smugness.

"Is the bottom clean?"

Fingal once again showed the strength of his old fritters.

"Rest assured, it's all very clean. You're buying the most expensive package, and I won't fool you. We want to do word of mouth. ”

The tall man said.

They haven't been registered on the hunter website for a long time, but it's okay to look at the evaluation, so Chu Zihang chose them.

Lu Mingfei nodded at Chu Zihang, who opened the box and took out a thick stack of dollars from inside.

Fearing that the Japanese branch would monitor bank flows, they prepared a lot of cash.

Looking at the six identical boxes, a hint of greed flashed in the tall man's eyes.

"You've got a lot of cash with you."

He asked, as if inadvertently.

"yes, see these boxes? It's full of money. My brother and I came to Japan with the intention of doing big business. ”

Fingal said with a grin.

"What business?"

The tall man asked.

"Of course it's an addiction business."

Fingal replied.

"Huh?"

The tall man was a little stuck for a while.

Did this group of people make a mistake when they came to Japan to do addiction business?

Although Japan's addiction market is not small, it is also an anti-drug country.

If you want to be an addict, isn't it good to go to Southeast Asia and Mexico?

"When our boss heard that the Japanese were rich and out of stock, he sent us to explore the road and make connections. Do you have a way? ”

I have to say that Fingal's role as a heartless addict is really lifelike, just like his true colors.

"Yes, of course. Let's go to the car and talk about it. ”

The tall man said enthusiastically.

His hand made a hidden gesture behind him, and the short hand crept towards his waist.

"I won't get in the car."

Fingal shook his head.

"Ah, isn't this car suitable?"

The tall man asked, smiling.

"It's a good fit, I'm just afraid that the car will be broken and we have to walk into the city."

Fingal shook his head.

"What?!"

The tall man immediately realized that something was wrong, and his hands swiped on his waist like lightning, and the two scorpion submachine guns were instantly aimed at the three of them.

This miniature submachine gun is only slightly larger than a pistol, but it has an unsurpassed bullet volume and rate of fire.

The 7.65×17mm Browning pistol short bullet is not very powerful, but it is enough to turn the enemy into a hornet's nest.

He pulled the trigger with a fierce look, only to find that no bullets had been fired.

The tall man looked in shock at the gun in his hand, which had been cut off by the waist, along with his fingers.

"Ahh

The pain of ten fingers and hearts made him howl, but the next second he was gagged by the muzzle of the gun.

"Crying? Crying is also going to get a headshot. ”

Fingal threatened with a grin, and the tall man immediately clenched the muzzle of his gun.

Here he restrained the tall man, and over there Chu Zihang also killed the short man who tried to draw a gun.

With a sword to seal his throat, the short man didn't even have a chance to scream.

There was no release of the spirit of words, and there was no golden pupil, obviously, these were two ordinary people.

"It's not a half-breed who dares to eat hey, are the current first-class dealers so brave?"

Even Fingal was shocked by the arrogance of these two men.

The tall man blinked aggrievedly.

The wealth is moving, and six boxes of dollars are placed there, and no one is confused when they see it.

They are also acting as first-class dealers to make money, as long as this wave of hey eats hey is successful, they can directly go to Roppongi to live a retirement life.

Hey, hey, they've done it a few times, and who knew the idea was so good this time.

You guys are so good, say it earlier, is it interesting to play pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

It's a good thing to be heyed and hey, and now they don't have to look for intelligence dealers.

can get so many half-truths and half-truths, this person must be a snake.

Throwing the short man into Tokyo Bay, the three of them took the tall man hostage and got into the car.

"Three bosses, I will cooperate with you in whatever you want to do, can you let me go to heal my injuries first."

Because of the excessive blood loss, the tall man's face gradually turned pale.

He's not a half-blood, and this kind of injury can be fatal.

"Want to go to the hospital? When we're stupid. ”

After all, Fingal bandaged him anyway.

"Don't go to the hospital, go, go to the underground clinic."

The tall man gasped.

"Show the way."

Following the guidance of the tall man, they raced through the streets of Tokyo.

It's still early in the morning, and there aren't many cars on the roads of Tokyo.

As for speeding and running red lights? Anyway, they won't be deducted points.

The truck came to a stop in front of the door of one house after another, and by this time the tall man had already fainted.

can survive the severe pain and blood loss until now, and he is worthy of being a ruthless person who dares to eat hey.

I rang the doorbell a few times, but there was no response inside.

After waking up the tall man and confirming that it was here, Lu Mingfei kicked open the iron door.

He was about to kick open the security door again when a frightened voice came from inside.

"Don't come here, I'll call the police if I come over again."

Although he couldn't understand what was said, Lu Mingfei probably guessed what it meant, so he raised the tall man in front of the cat.

"Tsuruno Tsuruno? What happened to you? ”

"Someone cut off his finger. Open the door and save my life. ”

The tall man said forcefully.

I can't say why, but the people inside still opened the door anyway.

A thin middle-aged man in pajamas looked at them with a wincing expression, still holding a chef's knife in his hand.

"Where?"

Lu Mingfei ignored his vigilance and asked in English.

The underground doctor hesitated and did not answer immediately.

"Kumishu, you bastard, you won't have a good time dying here."

Tsuruno just used his last bit of strength to scold.

"Follow me."

Kumiki gritted his teeth and led them to the basement.

The underground clinic is well camouflaged, with a regular dental clinic on the ground floor and a standard surgical operating room in the basement.

Kumiki stitched Tsuruno Gang's fingers, and Lu Mingfei became an instrument nurse.

Fortunately, he worked part-time as a pharmacist for a while, and he was quite competent.

Finger amputation surgery is very common in industrial countries and is not very technical.

However, the operation of ten finger amputation is very rare, and it does not happen in a country in a year.

If a doctor surnamed Ling knew about this, he would probably charter a plane to Japan to ask for this operation.

But Kumiki is not happy, if there is still a pursuit of medical skills, he will not open an underground clinic.

It took eight hours to complete, and that's because Fingal cut it cleanly and neatly, making it much easier to suture.

After the operation, Kumishu ignored these murderers of unknown origin and ran to lie down in the bedroom by himself.

"You're awake. The surgery was a success. ”

The first thing Tsuruno saw when he woke up was Fingal's big face.

His eyes rolled in horror.

"If you faint again, you'll be asleep."

Fingal kindly reminded.

Tsuruno just smiled bitterly and tried to open his eyelids.

"Ask you a few questions, dare to lie, head move."

Fingal said.

"What if you can't answer that?"

Tsuruno asked cautiously.

"Can't answer? That's going to have to move your head, too! ”

Fingal glared.

At this moment, his heart was in turmoil, he had long wanted to play this kind of confession, and today he finally got what he wanted.

"The one who knows the times is Junjie, you ask."

Tsuruno Tsuruno said with a sigh.

"Why are you stealing my lines?"

Fingal was upset, and he couldn't pick up his next sentence.

"Get down to business."

Lu Mingfei reminded.

This guy is easy to use, but his personality is too jumpy.

Fortunately, it was under his hands, and if he was in the Imperial Fist Clan, he would not be wearing a painful glove every day.

Fingal shrugged his shoulders and regretfully skipped the unnecessary lines.

"Do you know the Eight Snakes?"

He asked.

"You know, they're the home of Hey Road all over Japan."

Tsuruno nodded.

"What else?"

Fingal asked.

"What else?"

Tsuruno Tsuru was a little confused.

"Is there anything else that most people don't know about?"

Tsuruno Tsuruno pondered for a while and asked carefully.

"The Tamamo former club is the property of the Snake Eight family, is this counted?"

"Reluctantly, is there any more confidential information?"

Fingal was interested in the news, but he knew that his head of the regiment was not very interested.

"I really don't know."

Tsuruno just thought about it for a while, and he almost cried.

In addition to hey, hey, he's basically a craftsman, and he won't deal with his family, nor will he pay special attention to his family's affairs.

Fingal's originally cynical expression cooled instantly, and the blade of the sword hit his neck in a flash.

He could almost feel the blade slicing through his flesh.

"I'll give you another chance, do you know of an addiction called 'Divine Blood'?"

Fingal asked.

"I, I don't know."

"Then you're useless, it's a pity."

Fingal shook his head, his hand about to exert force.

"I don't know, but I know of a drug seller, and he certainly does."

Tsuruno Tsuruno exclaimed, his voice so loud that it didn't look like a man who had just undergone surgery.

"What's his name?"

Fingal asked.

"His name is Takazo Koyama, and he's an underground doctor, but he helps out in a friend's private practice. But he secretly develops drugs and sells them in clinics. ”

Tsuruno said hurriedly.

"How do you know?"

"I know a person who is addicted, and he bought addictive products from Takazo Koyama. And he said that the goods made by Takashi Koyama are particularly energetic, and one gram tops several grams of others. ”

Tsuruno just replied.

This description does sound very doubtful.

"Where can I find him?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I don't know, but Kumiki should know that they are peers."

Tsuruno resolutely sold the underground doctor who had just saved his life.

Lu Mingfei nodded at Chu Zihang, who immediately walked out of the underground operating room.

A few minutes later, Chu Zihang returned.

"I gave him a thousand dollars and he confessed."

"Senior brother, are you sure you heard it right?"

Fingal was a little worried.

He had already learned the power of Japanese English.

"I know, so I asked him to write it down."

Chu Zihang took out a note.

"Wit."

Fingal gave a thumbs up.

The address was there, but they still needed someone to lead the way.

Three pairs of eyes looked at Tsuruno Tsuruno at the same time.

(End of chapter)