Shirakawa rubbed his hair, stepped on his slippers, and walked to the door sleepily, not forgetting to look through the cat's eye to see who was visiting late at night.

Through the cat's eye, Shirakawa saw many bad social problems with yellow, yellow, green and green hair color, and many people also had flower arm tattoos.

When thinking of the events of the day, the first thing that came to Shirakawa's mind was Yoshimitsu Takezawa.

He wanted revenge on himself and made him tell the secret.

A cursory observation shows that 20 people are not running.

I even knew the address of my home, and it seemed that I didn't put in a lot of effort.

Shirakawa felt that he should apply for a legal gun license, and although he was a special adviser to the Metropolitan Police Department, he was not qualified to carry a gun, and if he shot here, he would still be taken to the Metropolitan Police Department for tea.

Of course, it's different if it's a shotgun, and it's time to go buy some weapons that don't go into the flow.

Thinking so, Shirakawa took out the weapon he had captured earlier on Misty Island.

The crutch assault gun, which can fire bullets in bursts, is very useful, but in the case of not being sure whether the bad guys have a murder on their hands, they all burst out, which seems a little unreasonable.

What if some people are just here to make up the numbers? When the time comes, he will be invited to the Metropolitan Police Department for tea, and he will be charged with excessive defense, illegal possession of guns, and illegal modification of firearms.

The taser is very useful, but it is not practical when it is one-to-many, because it cannot make a second shot in time, it can be surprisingly successful when one-on-one, and it is an artifact when chasing criminals, but it is not suitable for use here.

As for the anesthesia watch, it is suitable for hiding in a dark corner and is not suitable for use in the open, so that not only the hole cards are exposed, but the effect will not be too good, and it is not a rainstorm pear flower needle.

Come to think of it, in the face of a group of bad guys, intermediate martial arts are the best solution.

Knock Knock Knock –

Just as Shirakawa was thinking, the doorbell turned into an impatient knock.

Shirakawa was armed with a cane, a pistol, and an Arthur's gun in his trouser pockets, and although he felt that these weapons were not suitable for use at this time, it did not prevent them from giving him a sense of security, and in case the other party wanted to fight hard, Shirakawa did not intend to be merciful.

The door slowly opened, and in the aisle that was not wide enough, twenty middle-aged men of different hair colors and flower arm tattoos with fierce expressions were neatly divided into two rows to confront each other, as if waiting for some big guy to come out of the elevator, and at this time the button on the elevator floor flashed 1.

Bai Chuan saw that they were waiting for Takesawa Yoshimitsu, maybe before cleaning himself up, come to a villain's education, what should you not offend me, I will make you unable to see the sun tomorrow, regret being born in this world and so on.

Unexpectedly, Takesawa Yoshimitsu still attaches great importance to the row, and asks the younger brothers to take the elevator up first, take the momentum in charge, and make their own finale.

But Shirakawa didn't plan to give them a chance, he had to solve the rows in front of him before the elevator came up.

Bai Chuan's eyes were indifferent, holding a seemingly ordinary cane, his feet stepped on the ground strongly, rushing out as agile as a leopard, a stick hit the leg of the nearest strong man, and the hand was fast and ruthless, with a muffled sound, the strong man fell to the ground holding his leg and let out a painful moan.

didn't give him a chance to backhand, and Shirakawa was another dull stick, knocking him out directly.

Seeing this, the others also swarmed up, no longer maintaining a neat standing posture in two rows, and decided to change the plan, before the boss came up, solve Shirakawa first, leave him a breath, and let the boss finish pretending to be forced to bury him alive.

They are veterans of this business, and even if they don't have to discuss it on the spot, they know the ABC plan by heart.

When you encounter a weak target, you will first use momentum to intimidate, let the boss come out, and then they will take action to kill the target after saying something cruel.

When encountering a strong target, first subdue it with force, give the target the last breath, and see the boss's face clearly, so that they will not be found to take revenge after death.

If you are really invincible, you will consider using firearms, but there is no way, you generally don't want to go to the bureau, you won't use firearms, and the sound of firearms is too loud, which will quickly attract the hunting dogs of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The bald man standing in the back looked at him, and the younger brothers rushed up and decided to give this white-looking young man a little color to show him, so that he could know the sinister nature of society.

Using daggers or sticks, they began to attack Shirakawa, and in the face of the thugs besieging from all directions, Shirakawa nimbly dodged, blocking 90% of the attacks between the dance of his crutches, and the occasional attack that fell on him also caused his strength to drop due to his timely discharge, leaving only a shallow scar on his arm.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, perceiving every undesirable movement.

The speed of these social malaises is like slow motion to him, and the only problem is that there are too many people, exceeding the number of people prescribed by the Intermediate Martial Arts Technique, and it will be a little difficult to fight.

But fortunately, he had a weapon in his hand, and the crutch seemed to turn into a hard spear in his hand, exerting good combat power, bringing up the strength of the wind, and he kept shuttling between the bad, so that they were powerless.

Every muscle in his body is full of strength and elasticity, and every attack is like a river, and the spirit is overwhelming.

The stormy fight continued, and Shirakawa was permeated with a murderous aura, a unique aura that only people who have been fighting in life and death all year round.

His attacks were swift and accurate, with no superfluous movements, and every punch and kick was unstoppable.

In the end, Shirakawa knocked the last bald bad man to the ground with amazing momentum.

At this time, Shirakawa's chest rose and fell, and sweat dripped to the ground, accompanied by the sound of wheezing, enveloping the night.

I haven't fought for a long time, and once in a while, the blood in my body has begun to boil, as if I have returned to the adventurous life of fighting gangsters on the front line in the past.

Suddenly, the bald man on the ground, gasping for breath, pulled out his pistol.

But before he could shoot, his head was already pointed at with a cane.

The crutches were unsealed, revealing their true face.

In the face of the sudden change, the bald man with flowers and arms trembled in fright.

He never imagined that this crutch turned out to be an assault rifle!

"Want to eat bullets?"

Bai Chuan smiled contemptuously, the bald man with the flower arm was clever, and he slammed his glowing head against the wall and passed out.

Bai Chuan suddenly didn't understand what he was doing, but it was okay to save trouble.

When the other thugs saw that the boss was like this, they naturally lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

They do dirty things all year round, but they also spare their lives.

In addition, even if they continue to fight with the man in front of them now, they are not opponents, and they are still being blasted.

Who would have thought that such a little white face who looked like eating soft rice would have such a high combat effectiveness.

This makes them wonder if the boss is not pious enough when he worships the God of Wealth? That's why they encountered such a huge Waterloo.

After this battle, they no longer dared to underestimate those good-looking little white faces.

Maybe there is a pervert like Shirakawa inside.

Suddenly, the elevator door slowly opened.

Yoshimitsu Takezawa, who had a cruel smile on his face, silently pressed the elevator shutdown button after seeing the scene in front of him.

Although there are two bodyguard men in black clothes behind him.

His face hadn't even had time to switch expressions, and the shock only rippled inside.

He couldn't believe that the 20 elite strong men of the Yakuza Tsunoda Society, who had been following him all year round, would be taken care of so easily.

Just one elevator up and down time, this TM is wiped out!

They're elites who have dealt with a lot of dirty things with them!!!

The two bodyguards were equally shocked, they were legal bodyguards and basically did not do such things, but it was their duty to maintain the safety of their employers.

They have all seen the strength of the members of the Tsunoda Society, and each of them is on a par with them, and they can defeat 20 such strong men at the same time, and clean up the two of them, which is definitely a knife up and down, one by one.

The young man in front of him is a beast!

They have already regretted why it was their turn to be on duty today, why they accompanied their employers out, and was it the wrong way to get up today?

Obviously, in the past, it was others who saw themselves trembling, and they only needed to stand behind their employers to save face.

The inner roar and unwillingness slowly crept up on his face, but was instantly replaced by consternation.

Because, the elevator door is not closed.

A hand came in.

The owner of the hand has fair and handsome cheeks, melancholy eyes, a poet-like temperament, and a white shirt stained with blood.

The three men in the elevator trembled at the same time.

The two bodyguards were pushed forward by Yoshimitsu Takezawa, "Quick, kill him quickly, I'll add money." ”

The bodyguards had no choice but to rush forward.

Shirakawa kicked them one by one, kicked them into the corner of the elevator, and curled up into Phi Phi Shrimp.

If only the bodyguards of the Qianxue family were so incompetent.

Shirakawa sighed, like a little chicken, carried Takesawa Yoshimitsu into the house and closed the door.

The thugs in the aisles, who were still conscious, began to worry about their employers.

"I didn't expect Mr. Takesawa to be perverted enough, and this time I actually met someone even more perverted."

"I hope Mr. Takesawa doesn't die, if he dies, our honorarium will be gone."

"Are we going to wait here any longer, or are we going to run away with our brothers and the boss?"

Several people covered their swollen faces and discussed, because they had fewer opportunities to shoot, they were the least injured, but they were only slapped in the face.

At this moment, I heard heart-rending screams from inside the room.

They instantly stood upside down and hurriedly rushed into the elevator, regardless of whether the boss was still on the ground or not, running away to save their lives was the last word.

The few people who abandoned their brothers felt refreshed and had a feeling of coming back to life.

The elevator went down and stopped on the 5th floor.

When the elevator door opened, a young and beautiful lady walked into the elevator, she had lazy short hair, and her figure was thin, like a gust of wind could blow it down, and it looked like a good bully.

However, when the elevator door opened again, the three social baddies had completely lost their ability to resist and collapsed in a pool of bright blood.

Miko Ueo wiped the blood from her face, hesitating whether to call the police directly or let them fall in the elevator......

Happy weekend

(End of chapter)