"Ahh

The pedestrians who witnessed this scene screamed, their faces showing fear, but they did not turn away from the scene, and the excitement in their eyes showed their true attitude.

Cleanly cut down the two of them.

Unlike guns, when using knives, the object is extreme, which can better reflect the aesthetics of violence.

Extreme vendetta is undoubtedly an enduring scene in the history of films.

The young onlookers quickly realized that this was a good opportunity to take photos and tweet, shoot short videos and upload them to YouTube, and Douyin to earn traffic.

Aosawa hid in the crowd, silently staring at Takehiro Iwama upstairs, with a hint of excitement in his heart.

He is the "director" of this scene.

Takehiro Iwama ended the wailing man's life with a single sword, and then bent down to pick up the fallen switchblade with his left hand, ignoring the switchblade stuck under his shoulder.

To be precise, the pain in his body was covered with hatred and murderous intent, so he had only one thought, to avenge Kikuko!

The office on the second floor heard the movement, someone opened the door, and said, "You guys are noisy... Someone came to the door to seek revenge! ”

The shouter quickly retracted, and the few people who stayed in the room stopped playing cards, grabbed their weapons and rushed out.

Takehiro Iwama walked to the door of his office.

Most of his body was stained red with blood, a switchblade stuck in his shoulder, and his bloodshot eyes were as ferocious as a dying beast.

The machete in his hand was dripping with blood.

It was like a demon crawling up from hell and roaring at the world.

The inexplicable pressure stunned the members of the Extreme Dao who were present.

"Don't be afraid, he's a man, kill!"

One was brave with a machete.

The people around him came back to their senses, yes, this is not a movie, how many do you want to provoke a person?

The guys in their hands are not fakes, metal baseball bats, knives with sharp edges, and weapons that match the identity of the pole in addition to guns.

Like other countries in East Asia, Japan has very strict gun controls, and not all members of the Yakuza can own guns, and they are not allowed to shoot in any situation.

If you shoot in the city, the boss of the extreme road will have to squat for a few years.

Extreme organizations usually use knives to cut people.

As they swarmed up, Iwama fearless, roared from his mouth, and strode forward, only to be met by a metal bat slashing from the front.

Boom! Takehiro Iwama was hit hard in the head and bleeding.

The eyes of the person holding the stick showed a smug smile, and when the stick went down, the person with a weak constitution immediately rolled his eyes, and the stronger one would have a concussion.

Takehiro Iwama seemed to be fine, and slashed at the main artery of the stick bearer with his backhand, and blood gushed out from the gap between the blade and the flesh.

Several knives trailed and landed on the body.

"Ahh Takehiro Iwama roared, clenched the switchblade in his left hand and stabbed the enemy on the left in the waist, and then stirred hard, "Haha." ”

"My kidneys!"

The hearty laughter combined with the wails of the members of the Yakuza made the others present stunned.

Is this TM still human?

It is impossible for even the extreme way to laugh after being cut down, or rather, they know better than anyone how painful it is to be stabbed.

Because of this, the scene in front of them was incomprehensible.

Why can a person be stabbed several times in the body, and still move without a trace of sluggishness, or even laugh?

Obviously not being slashed by the knife, the rest of the people had inexplicable fear in their hearts.

Kill!

Kill!

Takehiro Iwama did not stop, with a machete in one hand and a switchblade in the other, ignoring the bleeding wound and taking the initiative to charge.

"Mom!"

An extreme junior brother couldn't hold back, turned his head and ran inside, shouting, "Big brother, it's not good." ”

Some people took the lead, and the rest did not pretend to be tough guys, and ran inside one after another, wanting to seek refuge from the eldest brother.

Seeing their wailing and fleeing appearances, Takehiro Iwama became more and more happy, and they seemed to be fierce and vicious.

It's not worth daunting yourself.

Kikuko...... Iwama Takehiro felt that his injured body did not weaken in the slightest, but instead surged with more powerful strength, allowing him to catch up with him with a sinister smile, smiling and waving his knife at the little brother who was facing away from him.

……

Inside the small office of the leader.

Boss Ishino was pouring tea for the man with a serious face, and said respectfully, "Mr. Fujimura, please rest assured, I will definitely be on your side."

Ono's rampant and unscrupulous guy is not qualified to be the leader of the Misawa group at all. ”

"Okay, I'll have a banquet at the Gray Sakura Restaurant in Shinjuku tomorrow night, you must be on time, it's time to clean up Ono's cancer for the organization."

Yuto Fujimura is the leader, and his status in the Misawa group is second only to the leader of the group who passed away the day before yesterday, and he has always adhered to the concept of extreme Taoism.

He swore allegiance to the team leader who promoted him, and was even willing to obey the team leader's last wishes.

Let the son of the group leader, who is still in high school, take over the position of team leader.

But times have changed, and the young people in the group are reluctant to let a high school student be the leader of the group, and they are even more disgusted with the hereditary position of group leader.

Fujimura Yuto can only eradicate the guy who dances the most and let them understand what the rules of the pole are.

"Hey, I'll be on time."

Ishino had a flattering smile on his face, and he wanted to use this time to improve his status in the group.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the door.

Shi Ye frowned slightly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, they all say that there are distinguished guests, what are you arguing about?" ”

"Big brother, help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, blood splattered on the glass of the door.

Ishino was shocked and said, "Could it be that Ono sent someone to kill us?" ”

Fujimura Yuto got up, held the katana at his waist in his hand, and said with a cold face: "Don't panic, I'm here." ”

Crunch, the door slowly opened.

Fujimura Yuto frowned slightly, the imaginary dozen people were not there, and only one person stood at the door.

Tick-tock, blood kept dripping to the ground.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but the flesh cut by the knife was showing through the white bones, and a section of the intestines was exposed to the air.

"Who are you?"

Fujimura Yuto boasted that he had experienced a hundred battles, and he was also shocked by the other party, he couldn't imagine that a person could still stand with such a serious injury, I am afraid that he is not a super soldier in the US military laboratory.

"Takehiro Iwama." The hoarse voice was a little tired, his right eye was blown out by a metal bat, and his left eye was still intact, staring at the frightened Ishino, "I'll take your dog's life." ”

"How much does Ono give you? I double! ”

Ishino screamed in fright, and he wanted to shrink his body to the couch, he didn't even remember who Takehiro Iwama was.

For him, Takehiro Iwama is one of the many guests, and if you have to say the impression, his wife is very good.

But not mentioning Kikuko, just talking about Takehiro Iwama, he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Brute, I'm going to kill you!"

Takehiro Iwama's weakened body once again filled with anger, ruining his family and forgetting what had been done to him.

Could it be that his home and the woman he loves are just a speck of dust on the table in the eyes of these guys?

The grief and anger in his heart turned into infinite killing intent.