Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 675: Is it Taijun? !

Yoshikawa Rengoku was well aware of the two's reliance and ambitions. After all, he was no longer the useless man who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, but Rengoku of the Seven who had experienced the cruel side of the Warring States Period.

In fact, if these two pieces of trash had not been of some use, he would have killed them long ago. Why would they remain in front of him and be annoying, like a barking dog and a smirking cat?

However, he did not expect that the two people whom he wanted to keep for future use would cause him so much trouble.

The Moon Shadow Temple was nothing among mortals, and it was not very famous even in the supernatural world. But that was in the past, because a genius emerged.

Yukageji Rensheng, who is hailed as a genius of the new century in the supernatural world, is definitely not that simple, otherwise Jagokotsu Yuno would not be so honest.

He didn't know Yueying Temple Liansheng, but he knew Snake Bones very well.

And according to the information that Lian Gu collected privately, the other party recently established connections with the official, became a special operations personnel, and was involved in something very troublesome.

Obviously, the actions of these two idiots involved the Yoshikawa Society and interrupted his peaceful life.

After locking the car in a nearby parking lot, Lin Qianqian took off her pink bunny helmet, took a deep breath, and waved the increasingly unfamiliar Hundred Demons Banner again.

This time, it was no longer ghost warriors who came out, but a group of strange zombies.

"Mother?!" Lin Qianqian exclaimed with her eyes wide open.

Thirteen zombies stood there in shit-yellow military uniforms, forming a standard squad, including a squad leader holding a rising sun flag, a chief and deputy machine gunner, two ammunition handlers, and eight riflemen, two of whom were carrying grenade launchers to enhance the squad's firepower.

Lin Qianqian was dumbfounded. She could understand ghost warriors and she could accept summoning zombies, but why were they ghosts? ! And they were fully armed with weapons?
"Has the Japanese underworld now kept up with the times?" Lin Qianqian muttered to herself.

However, she did not forget the purpose of her visit. She decisively led the way for the ladies and pointed out the target, acting as a guide.

"Yo, kill them!" These zombie devils didn't care where they were or who their opponents were. They only needed to know where the enemy was, so they lined up and rushed over. When they were crossing the road, they happened to meet two patrol policemen who were issuing tickets. The other party was dumbfounded.

"Senior, what should we do in this situation?!" The young patrolman nervously grasped his gun, but he didn't dare to pull it out, because the one running over didn't look fake.

The Nambu revolvers they were equipped with could only hold five rounds of bullets. Not only did they have a short range, but their lethality was also extremely low. What was even more terrible was that according to regulations, before opening fire, they had to give a warning shot, then fire a shot into the air before pointing the gun at the criminal.

Let me put it this way, unless you are facing a knife-wielding robber, as long as the other party has a gun, this operation is enough for the criminal to empty the magazine twice.

The patrolman who was called the senior was in his thirties. It was conceivable how safe it was for him to be a patrolman at this age, so he made a very prudent suggestion.

"Baga, you deserve the uniform you wear! You deserve your badge! To avoid missing anything, start from the street ahead and recheck all the tickets."

"Hey, senior, you're right! Let's check it again!" It's normal for young people to be aggressive and want to make merit, but it doesn't mean they want to die, the young patrolman said gratefully. In fact, both of them knew that if the other party was fake, such as the cosplay enthusiasts that can be seen everywhere in Japan, they would have no merit at all and might even be complained about. But if it was real,
“Yo, you’ve already grasped the essence of the job. I have nothing more to teach you.” The old patrolman sighed, and then without hesitation evacuated what would soon become a scene.

Compared with the young patrolmen, the old patrolmen who had served in the Self-Defense Forces observed more details. Those people wearing zombie makeup were not carrying props at all.

Real guns are cold and heavy, and smell like gun oil; these cannot be imitated by props.

The most important thing is momentum. Not to mention the bandits, even the so-called elite Self-Defense Forces have never given him this feeling, so he would rather risk losing his job and stay away from here, because he has discovered the target building of these people, and he also knows who this building belongs to, so it will immediately become a crime scene.

As the headquarters of the Yoshikawa Association, it is also the location of many important departments. On weekdays, there are dozens of people stationed there. Recently, Yoshikawa Taketa summoned most of the members of the violence group to show his strength, so the number of stationed personnel exceeded 200.
Bago!

When the strange gunshots rang out, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, because no one who heard it dared to believe their ears. Then they saw a group of ferocious Japanese devils. Bah, it was the brave and warlike Taijun, rushing towards an office building in a standard tactical formation, and killing several Yakuza guarding the door. They were immediately shocked!

Is this because our ancestors can no longer stand this?! Are they planning to rise up and rebuild the country?!
The anti-Japanese war films set in the Central Plains would be tragic patriotic films if they were set in Japan. So it is impossible for him not to recognize this gun, this military uniform, and this rising sun flag. It is precisely because of these recognitions that his brain would short-circuit and he would be unable to make sense of the situation for a while, and he would not even know whether he should call the police.

The people of Yoshikawa-kai did not have these thoughts and concerns. If they were not Yakuza, they would have called the police long ago, because the bullets really hit them, and the other party's shooting skills were extremely accurate, and many people were hit in vital parts and died on the spot.

Yoshikawa Taketa, who had rushed to the elevator after receiving the news, was only one floor away from being sent directly under the enemy's gun. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat, but he was the leader of the violence team after all, so he managed to calm himself and shouted.

"The other side doesn't follow the rules, go get all the guns!"

Although Japan has a special national condition and violent organizations can be legalized and even do good deeds in broad daylight to improve their reputation, there are red lines, such as firearms.

You can have it, but you can’t use it. If you use it, you will be arrested without any discussion.

Therefore, no matter how big a violent organization is, when a fight starts, they will still choose wakizashi, baseball bats, etc., and try to avoid loss of life, mostly inflicting injuries to deplete the opponent's financial reserves.

Because whether it is to fight or the transportation and medicine expenses afterwards, they are all indispensable. Otherwise, except for a few backbone members, most of the members will go on strike in front of you.

After all, they are all members of a new-age violent organization. There are some who are willing to sacrifice their lives for loyalty, but they are as rare as the young and gangsters in Hong Kong who still believe in Guan Gong. Most people are in it for money and face.

If you don't give them money, don't blame them for not giving you face. It's that simple.

Fortunately, the violent group were core members and close confidants of Taketa Yoshikawa, so even though they were caught off guard, they did not dare to resist. They took out hidden guns from hidden places, launched a counterattack, and even rushed to the first floor.

The only problem is that they are a violent organization, while Taijun is an army, and their fighting styles are completely different, especially when machine guns are set up.

The Type 99 light machine gun is still a machine gun. When the "da da da" sound rang out, both human bodies and buildings became tattered. The members of the violent organization who originally relied on sofas, tables and chairs as cover shivered a few times on the spot, and then lay on the ground. No matter how hard the platelets tried, they could not plug the holes on their bodies.

(End of this chapter)