Chapter 775 Work

The day before the extraordinary meeting of the Five Permanent Standing Committee, it was early in the morning just after twelve o'clock, the first hour when the general quiet order came into effect.

The turmoil in the inner circle of Tamba began in the heavy rain.

As if they had already formed an alliance in advance, the Iron King Party and the K-Character Group unexpectedly launched a massive attack from both the north and south sides at the same time, instantly breaking through the hybrid alliance's defense line.

The war begins.

But the defeat came earlier and faster than expected... and it was even more unacceptable.

Kashiwara Hospital.

Under the heavy rain, the fire gradually extinguished, and only the thick smoke slowly spread.

Sheng Tianmu held an umbrella and silently stared at the collapsed building and the attackers whose corpses lay on the ground. The corpses of the Russians and Yingzhou people were picked up by the silent hybrids and thrown away one after another. Go into the place where the flames have not yet burned out and skip the funeral home process.

Rest in peace.

The turmoil and attacks just now have ended, and all that remains now are ruins and the roar of rain.

"Another explosion."

Shengtian scratched his bald head and couldn't help but sigh: "I am really destined to explode. How many times has this happened?"

No one responded.

Behind him, the silent subordinates were all injured. Many of them had been moved under the awning where the rain could not get out, and covered with white cloth.

In order to kill a third eye, the Iron King Party and the Russian Alliance people can be said to have used all their best.

Sheng Tianmu had already expected and prepared for this, but he didn't expect that this day would come so suddenly and violently.

Before the outcome was decided, the wolf and the tiger did not fight to the death. Instead, they joined forces to kill the fox who was just trying to survive.

There is no need to ask why. Since it has already happened, according to the rules of the Yakuza, there is only one way to go: fight to the death.

"Is there any news about the others?" Sheng Tianmu turned around and asked.

"There is no news about the Chiba family yet. Ms. Ochiai is safe and sound, but the Arakawa family..." Amada was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "No more."

"Where's Mr. Takemoto?"

Sheng Tianmu asked the alliance about the whereabouts of another gun-wielding guardian.

Amada was silent for a moment: "Probably dead."

"It's so tragic. Even after taking so many precautions, I was still caught off guard..."

The old man lowered his head and coughed violently. The bandages on his shoulders and arms had been soaked by the rain and were bleeding.

The old driver who had been with him for many years returned, wiped the blood from his hands, and said in a deep voice: "Master, the rescue has arrived. Now my family is safe. For safety reasons, please move temporarily..."

"If you really want to be safe, run as far away as possible. Dongxia, Silla, Australia... where can't you run to the ship?"

Sheng Tianmu shook his head, "Let's go to the headquarters."

He said: "We must let those people know where to exchange my head for the bounty... Otherwise, wouldn't everyone come here in vain?"

In the silence, no one could refute, no one could refute.

The driver respectfully leaned over and opened the door for him.

In this way, they drove towards the deepest part of the mighty fire.

Under the same night, in the turbulent inner circle of Danbo, one after another roar came from the distance.

The power had already been cut off, but there were still a few lights. After getting used to the constant voltage instability, everyone has the habit of preparing a diesel generator.

However, the lights are dim.

In the office of Oishi Shoji, a restless Takuma wandered into the team leader's office, raising his head almost every few minutes and asking: "Where is the team leader, hasn't he come back yet?"

Yamashita said: "I told you, I can't be contacted."

"What about Ueno! There should be news from Ueno!"

"He's with the team leader... Is it okay? You've asked me many times. Don't be so panicked, okay? You don't need to go into battle."

Yamashita responded without raising his head.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there is now a heavy whetstone. Under the infiltration of water, a low friction sound bursts out, and the knife shines brightly.

Carefully and solemnly, he sharpened the sword again and again until the sharp edge blew his short hair and illuminated his fierce eyes.

Red and shiny.

Zhajian couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the knife that was more scary, or the look in his eyes that was more scary.

"Don't be afraid. Our work is the same whether the team leader is there or not."

Yamashita sheathed the knife, re-tightened the gun belt under his suit, thought for a moment, took out the pistol again, pushed it to Zakama from the table, and told him:

"As long as you do what you need to do, as long as it's done, it doesn't matter whether you live or die."

"If the team leader has news, please contact me at any time."

After he pinned the intercom, he opened the door and walked out.

Zhajian was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was being bullied by the bastard Yamashita. He immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and wanted to smash it in anger.

But after a pause, he hesitated again and put down the walkie-talkie.

Forget it, aren't we just waiting for news? Wait, wait.

Zhaijian let out a long sigh, and his hair turned gray due to worry.

After not killing anyone with a knife for so many years, he found that he had become so weak that he couldn't even stand it.

In the unbearable silence, he clasped his hands and could only recite Buddhist scriptures repeatedly and pray devoutly to the dozing black bird on the shelf, the crow, the legendary sacred bird that conveys the orders of the gods.

Hope everyone is okay.

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Relying on the border cables that had been brought in before, the streets outside could barely be illuminated, and boxes and sundries were piled everywhere, acting as roadblocks.

Thanks to the preparations made in the past few days, the Waizhi Group has already built a lot of illegal buildings on their own territory. Now it is much easier to defend. They have repelled several attacks from outsiders before. At least there's no problem holding on until dawn.

It's just that at this critical moment, without the team leader here, everyone was suddenly at a loss.

Yamashita could only try to show confidence and the majesty of his seniors, patrolling everywhere, trying to appease people's hearts, but unfortunately, after all the effort, little effect was achieved.

I feel that even if the team leader came back and moved a chair to sit on the street, the effect would be better than him.

From time to time, you can hear the crows of crows and the rising and falling of huge birds, which makes the Yakuza who come and go feel a lot at ease.

Over the past few days, the people in the Huazhi Group have gradually become accustomed to these unruly crows flying around on their property.

Some people have asked about the origin of this group of crows. After all, such outrageous crows have never been seen before.

But basically the Yakuza don't have much culture. They just treat them as special species from whichever border they come from, and don't think too much about it.

Don't ask, just ask because the boss is awesome, wouldn't it be okay if Hachiman Bodhisattva sent heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals down to help? What do you want to do after asking so much?

Those vigilant raptors hover in the night sky. When they sense an abnormal intrusion, they will make a sharp sound. They will even pounce down and attack in groups when there are few people on the other side.

Nowadays, the Waizhi Group can still maintain basic internal stability amidst the turmoil of the outside world, and it relies on their warning and support.

And now, large swarms of crows are gathering and circling in the south...

Yamashita was stunned for a moment and received a walkie-talkie signal from the south intersection.

When we arrived, the people outside the roadblock were already waiting impatiently.

"Hey, hurry up!"

The person speaking outside was Wakatou from the Kurokawa Group, who urged angrily: "Mr. Akasaki is seriously injured and needs urgent treatment. Please call the doctor quickly!"

Jidao, who was guarding the door, hesitated, not knowing whether to open the door. After seeing the mountain coming down, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm Yamashita Kuro, what's going on?"

"Yamashita, it's me! It's me, have you forgotten? Nakanojo from the Kurokawa group, we even drank!"

Seeing Yamashita come out, Wakazu from the Kurokawa group became excited: "Hurry up and help me, Mr. Akasaki is seriously injured. Where is the doctor? Where is the doctor? Mr. Akasaki can't hold on anymore!"

"Akasaki...Is it Team Leader Akasaki of the Nishikawa Club?"

Yamashita was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously became nervous. He raised his hand to ask someone to move the roadblock away, but after a pause, he suddenly realized: "Wait, where is Mr. Akasaki? Why didn't I see it?"

Nakanojo turned around and pointed at the car behind him. Behind the open window, a weak figure raised his hand and waved at them with difficulty.

Under the illumination of the light, the face was as pale as paper.

"That's right, Mr. Akasaki."

The sharp-eyed subordinates had already seen his face clearly.

Yamashita took a look with the binoculars and then breathed a sigh of relief. He began to feel annoyed at his own suspicion, and waved his hands to direct his subordinates to start moving the roadblocks.

Nakanojo was overjoyed and walked up to greet him, clenching his left hand behind his back excitedly.

Just behind the car, in the alleys on both sides, the group of attackers holding knives and guns had begun to take deep breaths, waiting for the signal, and their eyes were already burning red.

Can't wait.

But in the calming atmosphere in front, a crow flapped its wings and landed on the roof of the car. It curiously looked down at the group of guys who seemed to be no different from the attackers, not understanding what was going on.

It quacked twice.

Nakanojo waved his hands unhappily, trying to drive away the overly large crow, but he was afraid of its sharp claws and long beak and did not dare to get too close.

The crow stretched its neck to look at him, then lowered its neck and poked its head out from the roof of the car, staring at the pale and dying man in the car.

In the shadow inside the car, 'Makoto Akasaki' was also looking at it, slowly clenching the sword in his hand, his eyes becoming increasingly dangerous.

"Gah——"

The crow suddenly opened its mouth and screamed at the top of its voice, startling everyone.

Immediately afterwards, the long beak stabbed out in a flowing motion, suddenly piercing Akasaki Makoto's face. Then before he had time to react, he shrunk his neck and flew up into the sky with flapping wings.

There was also a torn off silicone mask in his mouth.

It's just a habit of taking advantage of others!

When he got the new toy, he squawked excitedly in the air, but accidentally, the toy he just snatched fell to the ground.

It fell in front of Shanxia.

In an instant, deathly silence came, and everyone's movements froze in place.

Yamashita lowered his head and looked at the limp mask at his feet.

He raised his head and looked at Nakanojo who was chatting affectionately in front of him.

Nakanojo also looked up at him, his face gradually turned pale, and he subconsciously swallowed.

"Well, the weather has been bad recently, and Akasaki's skin peeling has been serious, so that's it..."

"I see."

Yamashita nodded suddenly, then pulled out his knife and slashed it on the sneer face, roaring angrily:

"——Dog traitor, die!"

After staying up until now, I went to bed... When I woke up, I tried to read more. It seems that during the crotch pulling period, you really can’t be too confident in yourself.