Shinjuku, Kabukicho 1-chome.

When night falls, neon signs light up on both sides of the street, and young girls dress up as anime characters or take sexy routes, beckoning passers-by in front of fiery posters.

The rows of young girls form a beautiful landscape, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this is a man's paradise.

The surging flow of people is also a testament to how bustling Kabukicho is at night, filled with a strange pink vibrancy.

But it is in such a lively place that the light and dark sides of Shinjuku can be best reflected.

In the bustling city of Kabukicho, one may turn into an intersection and enter a dark, inaccessible alley.

The silence inside seemed to be a silent repulsion to passers-by.

If pedestrians are interested, they choose not to enter it, and there is naturally no risk.

If you are unlucky, you will encounter very bad results.

Nianhiro Matsushita stayed in a quiet alleyway, guarding a door.

There is no light at the doorway.

Ignoring the dimness of the alley, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one out of his mouth.

With his left hand, he took out a vintage match, gently slid it on the surface, and lit the cigarette in his mouth with the faint flame.

Matsushita Nianhiro has been in the extreme for a long time, and he will be fifty years old in the near future.

When he was young, he was a famous warrior in the Sanno Group, killing all sides.

Until he shot and killed people in the downtown area and was arrested and sent to prison.

With a sentence of 20 years, when he came out, everything was wrong.

In his old age, he didn't want to live a stable life and continued to work back to his old job.

However, the boss who promoted him has died of illness, and the newly appointed second generation has no good impression of an old guy like him, so he arranges the job of a janitor.

If the young Matsushita Nianhiro had the strength to support that violent temper, he roared loudly with the collar of the little ghost, telling how many feats he had made for the Mountain King Group.

When he is old, he no longer has that strength, nor does he have a violent temper, he just wants to get a salary to live.

It doesn't matter if the salary is stained with other people's flesh and blood.

As long as he can live an easy life, what does it matter to him whether others live or die?

That's how people live.

Matsushita took a deep breath and slowly exhaled two cigarettes through his nose.

As everyone knows, on the rooftop of the high-rise building opposite, a pair of sharp eyes are staring at the door.

Qing Ze's transformed peregrine falcon crouched on the edge, using the ability of catalyst sensing to observe the surrounding situation.

It was confirmed that there was no surveillance around, and that the building was trading in a snow-white powder.

The number is in fifteen.

There is also an acquaintance who saw him at noon.

After Qing Ze grasped the specific situation inside and outside, his wings spread and he dived directly at a speed that surpassed the high-speed rail.

At this moment, he didn't use the superpower of time pause.

But in his sight, the smoke spit out by Matsushita Nianhong was slowly dissipating, and the hand holding the cigarette could even see the blink of an eye clearly.

Qing Ze could calmly aim at Matsushita Nianhong's neck, and his sharp claws were as easy as cutting tofu with a knife, tearing apart the major arteries and throat of his neck, and directly tearing off a large piece of flesh.

The smoke wafted out of the broken throat.

Matsushita's eyes widened, and he only felt a pain in his throat, and all his thoughts spurted out with a large amount of blood.

There was darkness in his mind, and the man fell to the ground.

Blood poured out of the broken throat.

Qing Ze, who fell to the ground, turned into a tall man with short tan hair.

He combed his big back back, a strand of long hair floating in front of his forehead, and was wearing a snow-white long coat.

This is the most popular villain in the Grim Reaper anime, Aizen Sosuke.

Aozawa's transformation ability will not cool down until it has been completed for an hour.

Only after he has used it for an hour will he go into a one-minute cooldown state.

Qing Ze unscrewed the door with telekinesis.

Warm lights shone in from the inside, and he walked into the hall with a leisurely pace.

There are several sofas inside, and in the corner is a tank for tropical fish.

Eight people sat in different places in the hall, guarding the door facing inside.

Seeing him come in, the expressions on everyone's faces changed somewhat.

"That old Panasonic guy is lazy again."

One of them muttered and got up, strode forward and said, "Hey, this is not a place for people to sightsee, get out of here." ”

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here for sightseeing, I'm here to kill you."

Qing Ze recounted the purpose of the trip in a deep and magnetic voice.

"Smashing the field?

You kid is really kind, you dare not take anything, and provoke our mountain king group. ”

The man complained, took out a gun from his pocket with his right hand and pointed it at Qing Ze and said, "Should you say that you don't know whether you live or die, or have you watched too many chivalrous movies?" ”

"Hey, Yamada, you're too timid to use a gun against a person."

A sturdy man next to him mocked.

In his opinion, this situation can clean up the man with his fists.

"Verbose and showing great power is the easiest way to resolve disputes."

The man named Yamada replied to his companion, his eyes teasing, "You know that you are scared now." ”

"Scared? Is that the degree? It seems that we have a bit of a different perception of power. ”

Qing Ze's expression was calm, and his tone was calm, as if he was ordering a cup of black tea in a tea restaurant in the afternoon.

Yamada was a little confused.

Which stupid boy from the countryside is this?

I don't even know a gun.

This is a murder weapon that can easily take a life with a single pull of the trigger.

It's not a toy on the market.

"You." As soon as Yamada wanted to open his mouth to explain the power of the gun, the man in front of him suddenly disappeared, "Nani?!" ”

The shocking fact almost made him pop his eyeballs out of his sockets.

The seven people who had watched the play also showed terrifying expressions, and the first impression in their minds was that they had encountered a ghost.

Their faces suddenly turned pale, they had done too many bad things in the past, if there were really ghosts, wouldn't it mean that hell also existed?!

"Let me tell you, the so-called power is used to describe this ability."

The deep, magnetic voice was as elegant as before, and cold sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads.

Yamada turned his head and found the disappeared man behind him, standing by the door near the inside.

He swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice, "You, you guy, what the hell is it?" ”

"Shoot at each other."

Qing Ze didn't look back, using hypnotic ability.

Before Yamada could react, a dull gunshot rang in his ears.

Bang.

He felt a pain in his lower back, blood gushing out, and his eyes looked to the side in dismay.

There was also a hint of surprise on the companion's face.

What's going on?!

The thought crossed Yamada's mind, and his right hand instinctively aimed at his companion who was shooting.

Pull the trigger with your index finger.

Bang bang bullets shot out of the chamber of the gun and flew wildly in the air.

There was a crackling, the sound of glass shattering, and water pouring out of the bullet holes in the fish tank.

Some unlucky tropical fish were hit by bullets and immediately stained the fish tank with blood.

The water glass on the table, the human body, and several bullet marks appeared on the wall.

In just a split second, the hypnotized eight people aimed at each other and pulled the trigger.

It wasn't until the bullets ran out that they fell to the ground like rags.

This hall is well soundproofed, so you don't need to worry about gunshots getting noticed outside.

It's just that the room inside definitely hears the gunshots.

Qing Ze raised his hand and touched the wall, using the ability of catalyst sensing.

The raised gaze makes one picture after another flood into my mind.

He didn't care about the other images, but focused on the inside of the house.

The inside area is quite wide and semi-circular.

There are two multi-person sofas and a square table with two boxes, one large and one small.

One was filled with money, and the other was filled with bags of white powder.

There were six people in the house.

Only two people sat on the sofa, and the other four were all holding guns and facing the door, assuming a vigilant posture.

……

Kevin took a sip of water, and was speechless, he didn't step on shit when he went out today.

Why so unlucky?

When he met with Yasuda Yuken, he was caught at the police station by the Metropolitan Police Department's task force.

In order to make meritorious contributions, Team Leader Robert arranged for him to trade flour with the Mountain King Group to supplement some activities for the CIA.

encountered the scene of black eating black again.

The reason why he dared to guarantee that it was black and black, and not someone from the Metropolitan Police Department came to the door, was that the CIA had its own set of information channels to know when there was such a thing as a police raid.

In Japan, the CIA has always been the safest and most reliable supplier to Jidao.

It is stronger than the US military stationed in Japan.

If Kevin messes up the transaction of this batch of goods in his hand, he will definitely not see the sunrise tomorrow.

"Mr. Asai, your Sanno's team's secrecy is not very good."

"Please don't worry, we'll take care of this."

Asai Yuehui replied in a deep voice, and the face of the national character was full of coldness.

He didn't panic at all, he had been in this business for ten years, and he had never seen any big winds and waves.

The world thinks that Japan's underworld is very peaceful, but that is just because they are good at disguise, and they never make organizational contradictions known to everyone.

The things of the Tao are dealt with by the Tao.

The large riot groups have relations with newspapers and police stations, and most of the big cases are handled as suicide cases.

The reputation of the Sanno Group is well-known at home and abroad, and it is natural that bloody fights are indispensable.

"Yosuke, you go outside and see how the others are doing."

Asai Yuehui commanded in a deep voice, reached into his waist with his right hand, and took out a pitch-black pistol.

In his opinion, the idea of daring to fight the Mountain King Group is obviously something that some stunned young people will do.

Thinking of the stunned youth violence groups in Shinjuku, Asai Yuehui thought that it was time to teach them a lesson and understand what it means to be shocked by their predecessors.

Kevin was never reassured.

Maybe he was too sensitive, but today's bad luck made him really not believe that things would end the way he wanted.

Maybe you should use the secret weapon that the team leader gave you.

Kevin reached for the briefcase next to him, the AK47 is a heavyweight killer in Japan's Gokudo.

With such a killer weapon by his side, Kevin has the confidence to deal with the other gang's extreme ways.

Yosuke, the tall man, grabbed the doorknob and slammed it open.

(End of chapter)