Baojian

Chapter 503

"It turns out that he is a Japanese kendo practitioner, but he can fight me..." After retreating a full seven or eight meters, Alisandro stood still, with a solemn expression on his face.

When they were in the training camp in Siberia, someone was responsible for teaching them how to use weapons, and that person was a Japanese swordsman.

So Alisandro knew very well that although his ability to fight with bare hands was very strong, he would still suffer a disadvantage when he met someone who was proficient in weapons. After all, flesh and blood could not compete with sharp blades.

Of course, Alisandro is not afraid of people who use weapons. The weapon depends on who holds it. When he was in New York a few months ago, he tore a Japanese man with a knife.

Although the man in front of him was stronger than the man with the knife, Alessandro believed that after he took his giant ax in his hand, he would be able to split the man in half alive.

As an elite who came out of the Siberian training camp, Alisandro is naturally also very skilled in the use of cold weapons. His weapon is a huge axe. This is the weapon he chose when he participated in the Unrestricted Fighting Competition.

At that time, Alisandro, who used a giant axe, was invincible, and every fight was very violent and bloody, which was still fresh in the memory of many people. There was even a rich man who died of a heart attack because he couldn't stand the stimulation. In the stands of the fighting arena.

"Come up if you want to fight, I will decapitate you with this sword!"

Nakagawa who thrust out his sword did not pursue Alisandro, but stood proudly where he was, brushing the blade of the sword with his fingers, with a look of disdain in his eyes.

Although he has not yet reached his master's level of kendo, Zhong Chuan is proud enough.

Nakagawa once used a sword to block three pistol bullets in a kendo performance. He is known as the most outstanding kendo genius in Japan today.

Moreover, as the most proud disciple of the Japanese kendo master Kikujiro, Nakagawa is not a rookie who has never seen blood, but a swordsman who has experienced several life and death fights. Almost all the Yamaguchi-gumi territories in Southeast Asia were brought down by him.

However, the structure of Southeast Asia is too small after all. Nakagawa has always wanted to get involved in Europe and the United States, and make the Yamaguchi-gumi the number one gang organization in the world.

This time, Nakagawa came to the United States by taking advantage of the opportunity of Las Vegas to hold the Gambling King Competition, nominally to travel, but in fact, under the instruction of the Yamaguchi-gumi executives, he came to inspect the American market.

This is also the reason why he was able to slap Yamamoto so that he did not dare to complain. Nakagawa on this trip was a bit like an imperial envoy, and he even had the right to remove Yamamoto from his post.

"Chop off my head? Kid, I'm going to break your neck..."

There was a hint of madness in Alisandro's eyes. If he was not afraid of being watched by Hongmen, he would almost kill this raving kid right now.

"Mr. Zhongchuan, I think... it's better to leave it to kill him in the ring tomorrow."

After being slapped several times, Yamamoto took a small step forward, and said cautiously in Japanese: "Alejandro is the current leader of the New York Mafia, if he can be killed in the group arena, then the New York Mafia will not fight." And collapsed."

The reason why Yamamoto dared to make an appointment yesterday was because he knew that Nakagawa was in Las Vegas. Otherwise, ten Yamamotos would not be Alisandro's opponent.

"Well, what you said makes sense..." After hearing what Yamamoto said, Nakagawa nodded and said, "Yamamoto-kun, you can arrange things for tomorrow!"

"Mr. Zhongchuan, he insulted you just now, so let him go like this?" Suddenly, a voice with a Hokkaido accent sounded from behind the crowd of the Yamaguchi group.

"Baga, who is talking?" After hearing the man's words, Yamamoto's face became extremely ugly.

You must know that in their organization, the hierarchy is very strict. When you talk to Zhong Chuan, others are not qualified to intervene.

Now someone is interjecting unscrupulously, which means that Yamamoto is negligent in disciplining his subordinates. This is nothing in normal times, but in front of Nakagawa, it is undoubtedly a very embarrassing thing for Yamamoto.

But Yamamoto’s words hadn’t finished yet, and the voice just now shouted loudly again: “The Italians insulted Mr. Nakagawa, and you still want Mr. Nakagawa to wash away his shame tomorrow. This is disrespect for Mr. Nakagawa!”

"Ba Ga, which bastard is it, come out!"

This time, it was not only Yamamoto who was furious, but also Nakagawa's complexion changed. The Japanese attach great importance to honor, and if what the man said spreads out, it will indeed have a bad influence on him.

"Brothers, if the Italians insult Lord Nakagawa, it is tantamount to insulting Lord Kikujiro. Let's fight him!"

The voice flickered from left to right, not to mention that Yamamoto couldn't find anyone, even if the voice sounded from the Japanese around him, he couldn't find out who it was.

But that person escalated the incident again, and even involved Kikujiro who was staying at the Japanese headquarters, which made Nakagawa's face darken, and he stared back and forth to search for the speaker.

As the chief coach of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Kikujiro, in the minds of these Japanese gang disciples, is like the existence of the Japanese emperor and a god-like figure.

When that person talked about Kikujiro, the Japanese behind Yamamoto also started to move a little bit, and the muzzle of the gun that had been lowered was raised again.

"Don't worry, put down the guns!" Yamamoto couldn't help becoming anxious when he saw the angry expressions on the faces of his subordinates.

Being able to become the general manager of the Yamaguchi-gumi in the United States, Yamamoto is not a useless idiot. On the contrary, he is extremely economical.

However, Yamamoto's personal force is not good enough. In some operations that must rely on force to fight for territory, he has repeatedly failed, which is why the top leaders of the Yamaguchi-gumi are not satisfied with him.

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, Yamamoto made another old mistake, tried his best to stop his subordinates, and wanted to find out the person who secretly instigated him, and slapped him several times hard.

"Kill the Italian, kill that Russian bastard!"

It's just that before Yamamoto found out the person speaking with a Hokkaido accent, the situation in the venue suddenly changed. At the same time as the slogan sounded, a gunshot also rang out.

As the gunshots rang out, an Italian mafia member standing opposite and confronting the Yamaguchi-gumi had a blood hole in the middle of his eyebrows, and the huge impact caused his huge body to fall back heavily.

This sudden shot pierced the hornet's nest. There was no trust between the two gangs, and they were all on guard against each other. Now someone fired a shot, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

"Fight back, fight back, shit, the Japanese are crazy!"

Several small bosses of the mafia were also yelling loudly, pulling out their pistols from their arms and shooting at the Japanese.

"How... how could this be?"

Yamamoto, who was standing at the front of the team, was lucky to be pulled to the rear by his subordinates, so he didn't get shot in the first round of confrontation. However, Yamamoto, who always likes to wave the dollar to talk about things, was shocked by the scene in front of him. stunned.

"Asshole, is this how you restrain your subordinates?"

Standing beside Yamamoto, Nakagawa slapped Yamamoto heavily in the face. At the same time, he raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "Kill them, warriors of the Yamaguchi-gumi, kill these Italians..."

"Get up, you should direct your men to fight instead of lying on the ground."

Zhong Chuan, who was about to rush forward, suddenly found Yamamoto lying on the ground, couldn't help being furious, stepped forward and grabbed Yamamoto's neck.

"Huh? Dead?"

Nakagawa grabbed the lapel of Yamamoto's neck and found that Yamamoto's right eye was gone, a bullet had been shot from here, and there was a blood hole in the back of his head.

The gunshot wound on Yamamoto's face also made Zhong Chuan wake up from the frenzy. No matter how good his sword skills are, he might not be able to block the bullets shooting from all directions. Thinking of this, Zhong Chuan quickly lowered his body and walked towards the woods behind him. hide in.

This is not the European battlefield during the Anglo-Prussian War. Lineups on both sides shoot at each other with guns. In the eyes of modern people, that is purely a stupid behavior caused by lack of oxygen in the brain.

So not only Nakagawa, but also the members of the Yamaguchi-gumi and the mafia who were shot, also realized this, and scattered in all directions to find bunkers around them.

"fuck, fuck, how could this happen, are the Japanese crazy?"

Alisandro was also dodging bullets. He has never figured out why the Japanese suddenly shot.

Alisandro doesn't understand Japanese, so in his opinion, after Zhong Chuan has restrained his subordinates, the next thing to do is to negotiate, and the two sides will jointly agree on the matters of the group arena.

But just as Alisandro was about to step forward, gunshots rang out suddenly.

And with the random guns shooting at him, if Alisandro hadn't been in battle for a long time, he fell short and rolled back at the moment the gunshot sounded, he might have been beaten into a sieve at this moment.

However, although he escaped, the loss of the mafia is greater than that of the Yamaguchi-gumi. The reason is that the people of the Yamaguchi-gumi fired first, and the first round of shooting knocked down five or six mafias. party member.

This also made Alisandro furious. While retreating, he picked up a gun under his hand and raised his wrist. The Japanese on the opposite side who had no time to find cover suddenly fell to the ground with guns in their eyebrows.

"Kill them all, kill these Japanese!"

After killing several people in a row, Alisandro went berserk. As a mixed Italian and Russian, he hated people calling him a Russian bastard, but just now, someone from the Yamaguchi group yelled such words.

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