"It's raining!"

Under the building of the Black Kill Group, more than 30 black cars and seven or eight vans were quietly parked there, and each car was full of heavily armed members of the Black Kill Group.

Ken Asakura stood under the car, looking at the rain dripping from the sky, and said in some surprise, "It's such a good weather, and it actually rains?" ”

Shen Qingzhu, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he gently flicked the burning cigarette in his hand out of the window, and the black window rolled up automatically.

"Let's go." He spoke lightly.

"Yes!"

Ken Asakura immediately got into the car, connected all the vehicle's channels through the intercom, and shouted:

"Let's go!"

Boom ——!!

More than forty engines erupted at the same time, beams of bright headlights lit up, and the vehicles tore through the dark night and galloped away like roaring beasts in the rain!

rain

It is the signal of the agreement between Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu.

……

Black Sycamore Club.

Uncle Kyosuke hugged the crying Yuzurina, and glanced faintly into the darkness in the corner.

He gently touched Yuzurina's head, smiled and said:

"Little Yuzu, the club is a little dirty, Uncle needs to retidy it, can you go with Xiaojin to help Uncle buy some glue and detergent?"

Yuzurina raised her head, asked with red eyes:

"Can it really be fixed?"

"Yes."

“…… Well, well......"

Yuzurina let go of Uncle Kyosuke, who gave Kojin a look, and Kokan took Yuzurina's hand and slowly walked into the distance.

In the deserted street, Uncle Kyosuke stopped at the door of the dark club for a long time, raised his feet, and slowly walked into it.

Minutes and seconds passed.

About five minutes after Yuzurina and Kogan left, several cars drove into the street, and Mr. Jing quickly got out of the car with a dozen of the Hankawa family's men, and walked with the door slammed shut.

"Are you sure? Are they back? Mr. Jing asked.

"Sure, our guys are watching this all the time."

"Do you see a target?"

"I see, the descendants of Yuzu Heizhe are indeed here, and they won't be wrong."

"What about the seven nights of the shallow feather?"

"The person who was watching said that as soon as they came back, Asaba Nanaya left with another person, and I don't know where they went, and now there should be no one in this store to stop us."

"Okay."

Mr. Jing's eyes flashed with essence, he turned his head and said to the subordinates behind him: "Take the guys well, let's arrest people!" ”

More than a dozen people with their own weapons rushed to the door of the Black Sycamore Club, and as soon as they stepped into the door, they were stunned in place.

In the middle of the dark and messy restaurant, tables and chairs piled up like a hill, the light bulbs above the head flickered on and off, and from time to time sparks burst out, illuminating the dark dining room for a moment.

On the hill, a middle-aged man sat quietly, a red rose withering in the pocket of his sequined suit.

The light and dark light bulbs cast his back on the white wall behind him, like a demon standing on top of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and he stared silently at the dozen or so people who had broken into the club, his eyes narrowing slightly.

In the darkness, under his cold gaze, there seemed to be an angry lion.

……

In the rain.

A rapid cell phone rings suddenly.

Amamiya Haruki was stunned, he reached out and took out the phone from his pocket and put it to his ear to connect.

"Hello?"

"Amamiya! I won the game today! I prophesied a big secret! Shota Hoshimi excitedly voiced from the other end of the phone.

Amamiya Haruki raised his eyebrows, "If you predicted the location of the Hankawa family, we have already found ......"

"Not this!" Shota Hoshimi took a deep breath and said word by word, "The content of my prediction today is...... 'Yuzu Pear Heizhe broke out of the game and killed the [Pure Land] again'!" ”

"What did you say?"

Amamiya Haruki froze in place.

"Yes! Surprised, right? If this prediction is correct, the prediction of Yuzuri's death last time is wrong! Maybe he wasn't dead at all! The more Shota Hoshimi spoke, the more excited he became.

“…… I see," Amamiya Haruki took a deep breath to calm down the disturbed mind, "I have some things now, I'll call you when I'm done." ”

With that, he hung up.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye asked.

"The unreliable prophet said, 'Yuzu Heizhe will break through the situation and kill the [Pure Land] again."

"Yuzu Kurotsu?" Lin Qiye frowned, "Isn't he dead?" ”

"Now, it seems, maybe not." Amamiya Haruki said as he walked, "When I heard the news of his death before, I didn't believe it, how could a fierce man who could kill the [Pure Land] with three swords in one person be killed so easily by the oracle envoy, in order to confirm this idea, I specially asked the prophet to verify this matter again......

The result was positive, so I've been believing that he was really dead ever since. ”

"That is, his last prediction was exactly the 50% that was wrong?"

"That's right."

"Perhaps, his prophecy this time was also wrong?"

"yes...... But at least, he gave us that possibility and opened up another way of thinking. ”

"If Yuzuri Kurotsu didn't die, but as the prophecy said, he was laying out, then what is this bureau, and what is the purpose of his deployment of this bureau......"

As the two of them pondered, they had come to the edge of the power of the original Demon Fire Society, and they looked up at the nightclub that emitted neon light under the night sky, their eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'll discuss the matter of Yuzuri Heizhe when I go back, and now, I'll do the things in front of me first."

"Shen Qingzhu's people...... It should be almost there. ”

Boom ——!!

On the other side of the street, more than thirty cars were speeding by, and the sound of the buzzing cars in the middle of the night had already attracted the attention of the people of the Hanchuan family in the nightclub, who quickly mobilized people and swarmed towards the street.

More than two dozen cars drove out of the nightclub's parking lot and sped onto the street, completely blocking the driveway and blocking the way of the Black Kill Group's vehicles.

"There's quite a lot of manpower." Inside the car, Ken Asakura squinted at the dazzling headlights in front of him, frowned, picked up the walkie-talkie and said,

"Stop, get off!"

More than 40 cars of the black killing team were parked in front of the car wall away from Hanchuan's house, the bright lights on both sides shone on each other, almost illuminating the entire road as bright as day, and the dull and dense sound of closing the door sounded, and one by one the members of the black killing team dressed in black got out of the car, holding their respective weapons, and walked towards the opposite vehicle with cold eyes.

The people of the Hanchuan family also got out of the car one after another, and the two groups just stood in the large open space illuminated by the headlights, confronting each other.