Chapter 767 Don’t Talk to the Devil

For Omasa Mitsuaki, this was another familiar night.

It was full of expectations at first, then gradually became awkward in a daze, and finally turned into hesitation and sorrow, and the sunrise came again in the midst of loss and sadness.

"You guys, you guys don't like me..."

In the empty garage, Da Zheng Miangzhao smoked lonely. He raised his head, looked at the rising sun, raised his arm and wiped the corners of his eyes vigorously.

My eyes are almost moist.

In the silence, the returning subordinate hesitated to speak, hesitated again and again. After lingering for a long time, he stepped forward tremblingly: "President..."

After a long time, Dazheng Guangzhao turned around.

"Well, you say."

The subordinate handed over his mobile phone with a trembling hand. The cable TV channel on the mobile phone was reporting the morning news - there was another traffic accident on the outskirts of the city last night. A tanker truck collided. The Metropolitan Police Department reminded all citizens to pay attention to traffic safety. Never drive drunk. A drop of wine by the driver will make your loved ones burst into tears...

"What do you mean by showing this to me?" Dazheng Guangzhao asked faintly: "I never drink when driving, isn't there a driver?"

"..."

Looking at those eyes, the subordinate's little hands trembled again, and he held up a box tremblingly.

"This was just...sent from the Hybrid Alliance."

Omasa Mitsuaki waved his hand casually: "Open it and take a look. What's inside, a bomb?"

After the box was opened, there was only a pile of fine powder inside, pale, mixed with large and small particles, and charred embers...

Like the ashes left after something burns out.

"They say things, things return to their original owners..."

Instead of being furious as expected, Da Zheng Miangzhao pinched his cigarette and asked calmly: "So, are you all dead?"

"Yes." The subordinate nodded.

Then he heard the roar of gunshots and fell into a pool of blood.

"Then what do you, a loser like you, do with your life?"

Da Zheng Miangzhao lowered his head and stared into the dull eyes in the pool of blood: "I have raised you for so long just to let you watch the news for me? What the hell have you been doing?"

He raised his hand, pulled the trigger, pulled the trigger again, turned back and shouted angrily at those dull faces: "Are you all mute?

One or two losers turned to ashes after reaching this level, and they were sent back by the Shengtianmu, and they still pretended like nothing happened!

What have you been doing for so long? Are you going to shirk responsibility and pass the blame? More than one hundred and forty people! Even if there are more than a hundred pigs, you can't kill them all in one night! "

The team members sat down and knelt down, burying their heads deeply against the cold ground, even though the blood flowing over them soaked their foreheads.

"I can finally see clearly that the Iron King's innermost danger is not those bastards, nor those Italians and Russians, but is under my ass!"

Dazheng roared angrily: "Where are the people who swore to me that they will get the dog's head of the Third Eye this time? They took the horse seal that I betrayed my face to ask for from above and gave it away for free!

If this kind of waste doesn't die, how can it be left as a decoration? But what about you, are you different from those trashes who died?

Someone else told me that to capture the inner circle of Danbo within two days, would it be necessary to die miserably and make that old bastard Sheng Tianmu laugh to death in the hospital? "

In the midst of the angry roar, a tinkling sound suddenly sounded.

ring tone.

The passionate chorus of the female idol group echoed in the air, making the originally cold atmosphere become gentle.

More and more weird.

"Whose phone is it? Get out of here!"

Dazheng Guangzhao roared, his eyes were scarlet, and he was furious, but he immediately reacted: "Oh, my, it's okay..."

He bent down and took out his mobile phone from the dead subordinate's pocket. He looked down at the caller ID and saw an unknown number. He picked up the call indifferently: "Hello? Which one? As for the guy from TEPCO who collects TV fees, just do it." Prepare to kill your whole family!"

A deep voice with a strange accent answered him.

"It's me, 'good friend' Yevgeny——"

The Russian man on the other end of the phone seemed to take a deep breath, and then after a brief silence, he let out a trance-like and joyful moan.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He said: "We have a business and we can talk about it."

Omasa Mitsuaki rolled his eyes, and his ferocious expression gradually became meaningful: "The key is, how do you want to talk about it... Mr. 'Good Friend'."

"Someone will come to talk to you." The 'good friend' said, "I'm just an introducer, you just need to receive him."

After saying more, the phone was hung up.

In the silence, he heard voices behind him.

"It's so miserable. I've been shot seven or eight times and I'm still not completely dead—"

Full of pity, he looked at the twitching man in a pool of blood on the ground. The man who suddenly appeared here looked down at the pair of eyes full of expectation and desire, smiling half-smiling, not sure whether it was compassion or mockery.

But unexpectedly, there was nothing unexpected.

It was as if he was already here, but they just didn't notice.

Black hair, dark eyes, white skin.

He always has a distant and polite smile, like a Roman, but he speaks standard Yingzhou dialect as if he had grown up in Japan.

Wearing a traditional Yingzhou-style robe.

After a burst of noise, in an instant, they were surrounded by layers of people.

Behind the crowd, Dazheng Guangzhao raised his pistol expressionlessly and asked in a cold voice: "Who is it?"

"Didn't you just say that on the phone? The person who came to discuss business with you... is really rude and doesn't know how to treat guests at all."

The visitor shook his head, seemingly helpless, raised his hand slightly and said: "Please wait a moment, I really can't stand it any longer -"

He waved lightly, as if to repel the idle crowd.

The man lowered his head, slowly bent down, and stared at the twitching Ji Dao in the pool of blood.

"It hurts, right?" he asked softly.

The dying man on the ground widened his eyes and stretched out his hand with all his strength: "Please save...save me..."

"I will save you, don't worry."

Saying that, a bright smile appeared on the visitor's face, he reached out and picked up the upper body in the pool of blood, held his neck, and whispered softly in his ear: "The so-called death is not something to be afraid of. Things, but the result of a long sleep and peace of mind.”

"Don't be afraid," he said, "it will be over soon."

There was a click.

With gentle movements, the pain is ended.

The despairing expression of the deceased disappeared and was replaced by a peaceful smile as if he had walked into a dreamland.

Omasa Mitsuaki's expression twitched.

In that moment of trance, I seemed to see something like a phantom rising from the pool of blood and floating into the sky, as if ascending to heaven.

That man's neck had clearly been broken.

But the body in the pool of blood on the ground was intact, and even the bullet holes had disappeared!

In this sudden shock, the strange visitor had already stood up from the pool of blood with a hearty smile: "Okay, Mr. Omasa Mitsuaki, we can talk next."

Dead silence.

Although he was protected by many subordinates, Dazheng Miangzhao suddenly felt a chill, as if he was alone.

He should have pulled the trigger immediately to draw a clear line with this kind of person with unknown origins and spouting lies, but his actions unexpectedly paused for a moment.

"I think you must be tired after playing a comedian for so long, right?"

He heard the words from the man, "Don't you want to get rid of the control of Luming Hall and become the real underground king of Kyoto?"

Those dark eyes studied him.

Enjoy it quietly with a smile that seems to last forever.

Inexplicably, he recalled the old priest in the church who persuaded him every time he gave alms when he was a child...

You must not talk to the devil.

But now, when he finally understood this truth, he found that it was already too late.

He was already in deep trouble.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the paper team drew a circle in the inner circle of Tamba.

It is about one-tenth the size of the inner circle of Tamba. There are seven blocks in total including the Waishi-gumi territory. With the help of the Jinchuan Society and other Green Day factions, most of the manpower was seconded and all the work was coordinated.

Then, order was reestablished.

In addition to setting aside an area for temporary renting to people who were homeless due to disasters, new rules were re-emphasized and all violent conflicts were eliminated.

Wakazu Yamashita of the Kaishi-gumi personally came forward to convey to the representatives of each neighborhood and the leaders of the three religions and nine schools: including robbery and theft, all chaotic behaviors that took advantage of the turmoil in Tamba's inner circle were prohibited. matter.

There were no complicated rules, but a simple sentence: let bygones be bygones, from today on: one hand will be broken off after robbery, two hands will be broken off twice, fingers will be broken off during theft, and life will be paid for murder.

The loopholes are not small. As long as they steal eleven times or grab three handfuls and kill two people, they will make a profit. There is no punishment for them at all!

This hypocritical and pretentious look is really disgusting.

If you really think that the inner circle of Damba is your home, then you can do whatever you want to do?

Except for a few people who are really about to reach a dead end and have expectations, more people obey on the surface, but sneer in their hearts, guessing what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of the paper-carrying group.

There are many people who are dissatisfied with this.

Whether it's a loan shark company or a madam, or even a violent gang on the block, or even any other gang association that involves their own interests.

For a time, the sky was filled with boiling water.

But their dissatisfaction would have no effect, and the upper echelons of the alliance simply ignored it.

Even the Arakawa family, who disliked the group the most, remained silent and didn't bother to respond. They just watched him build a tall building and then waited for it to collapse.

However, Sheng Tianmu, who had eaten two more bowls of rice in the hospital, just wiped his mouth and said that it was a good thing for young people to want to make a difference, but they could not dampen their enthusiasm.

Besides, it’s really time to take care of the inner circle of Tamba now.

When the economy was affected by chaos and all gray industries began to languish, the order that was originally barely maintained became riddled with holes. Wastes waiting to take drugs and local snakes waiting to pump water have begun to take risks... In just two days... , countless bad things happened.

Sheng Tianmu simply took this opportunity to kill him.

More ruthless than the paper-wielding group.

Evening has not yet arrived, but the crematoriums at the funeral parlors in the inner circle of Damba have already started to queue up...

After ten long hours, the increasingly bad atmosphere in the circle finally hit the brakes, but no one knew how long it would last.

In the office, Huai Shi picked up the tea cup with an expressionless face, and after sending away another wave of annoying flies, she rubbed her sore eyebrows.

Feelings are your own fault.

The arrival of order did not revive the vitality of the neighborhood, and even caused the loss and migration of many people. The resulting chaos has not subsided until now.

But what was unexpected was that he originally thought that if his extreme operation continued and caused chaos in the circle, Shao Siming's destiny would definitely be turbulent. However, he did not expect that the impact would not be affected at all... Instead, it would be greatly affected. Siming's transformation progress has sped up!

It's better than nothing, but it's outrageous...

"Can this also be considered a death?"

Huai Shi felt bald and uneasy.

Could it be that the rules he enforced, instead of improving the atmosphere in the neighborhood, actually caused deaths and injuries?

No, from morning to now, only six people have died under the surveillance of the crows, and they are all people who would not regret setting fire to death while taking advantage of the chaos.

"You've fallen into a misunderstanding again, silly boy..."

In Huaishi's reflexive heartbeat, a voice that often appeared at the same time as the chargeback message rang in her ears.

"Tongji?" He was stunned.

"Oh my, what a surprise. I didn't expect that you would make rapid progress just after going out and coming back."

As the ink gathered, the image of the Q version of the crow appeared in front of his eyes, and he wiped the corners of his eyes happily: "You have grown up, Huaishi."

Huai Shi reacted, rolled her eyes immediately, and snorted in disgust:

"You still know how to come back?"

"Look what you said, people also have their own careers." Tong Ji's tone became subtle, sounding weak, helpless and pitiful: "I can't always be locked up in the basement by you, doing this and that, right? "

"Who did what to whom, please tell me clearly!"

Huai Shi glared at her, and then became weak: "Forget it, stop talking about it, what is the misunderstanding you just mentioned?"

"I was about to say something, but you interrupted me..."

Tong Ji planned to pull some more, but Huai Shi stared at her without saying a word. She couldn't help but shrugged, put on her glasses, and then took out a small whiteboard and put it on the table.

The long-lost Little Crow Class has begun.

I'm not in good condition, I almost pulled my hips... It's the end of the month, thank you for your support, I will try my best to get rid of the salty state as soon as possible