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Although it was noon, the streets of Kyoto seemed a little deserted, with few vehicles and passers-by in a hurry, all with nervous expressions. It seemed that they were walking on the streets of war-torn Iraq, rather than walking in a Japanese metropolis with good law and order. street.

Suddenly, several crisp gunshots pierced the sky above the city.

Pedestrians who heard the gunshots all rushed to both sides of the road in fright to find shelter, and some simply lay on the ground with their heads in their arms.

Three bald-headed men covered in blood staggered out of a side alley, and ran straight to the traffic-filled street regardless, brandishing pistols and trying to stop a car, but all the drivers saw them. , all turned the steering wheel or turned or went around, no one was willing to stop to help them.The three big men couldn't stop the car, cursed angrily, and continued to flee across the street.

In the back alley, more than a dozen strong men ran out, all with bald heads and black clothes and sunglasses, some with long knives in their hands, some with pistols, shouting and chasing after the three people in front , The man with the gun kept firing at the three people regardless of the crowds on the street.

The three turned around and fought back, fighting and retreating.

For a while, bullets flew across the street.

One of the three running ahead suddenly got shot in the leg and fell to the ground, screaming while clutching his blood-gusting thigh, but his two companions didn't stop to help at all. Meaning, just continue to escape on their own.

The chasing crowd in the rear quickly ran to the side of the shot, most of them ignored him, and continued to chase the two fleeing in front, leaving only three people to surround the shot.One of them dragged the victim from the ground and made him kneel on the ground. The victim completely lost the courage to resist, trembling all over, kowtowing and bowing to the three people, begging them I can let myself go.The faces of the three people were tense, without a trace of sympathy. A man holding a long knife turned behind the person who was shot, turned sideways and held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and suddenly yelled, the person who was shot was caught by the voice behind him. Startled, he straightened his body suddenly, and the knife-wielding man took the opportunity to chop off with the knife, and said a few words to Yong Bowen on the spot, the head of the man who was shot, the waiter responded indifferently, obviously not paying attention Get these whores.Although this looks like an ordinary waiter in a hotel, the mana fluctuations on his body are not much worse than that of the manager Yasuo Nobi. I think it is the mage who was arranged by the Japanese Mage Association to protect the safety here, probably because of the extraordinary times. Therefore, even ordinary waiters have used mages with a certain level. At least two days ago when Yong Bowen lived here, there were no masters of this level among the waiters.It is normal for a mage of this level to look down on these prostitutes who make a living by selling meat.

The elevator didn't stop, and soon passed the thirteenth floor. The waiter suddenly said something to the four prostitutes, and the four prostitutes turned sideways to get out of the way in front of the door.Yong Bowen took two steps forward knowingly, and the four prostitutes naturally moved behind him.

With a soft ding, the elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor, and the elevator door opened slowly.

Yong Bowen was about to go out, but he saw a monk standing outside the door.

Black and white coarse cloth monk clothes, bamboo stick straw sandals, although indoors but still wearing a bamboo hat.

It turned out to be a monk of the Shingon sect.

The monk didn't say a word, he straightened his bamboo stick and stabbed, there was a sharp sound of wind breaking through the tip of the stick, although it was blunt, but just by hearing the sound of breaking through the air, one could tell that if it was stabbed firmly, it would have killed him on the spot pierced through.

Yong Bowen tried his best to retreat to the front of the pose, and stepped back to avoid the stabbing bamboo stick, but he took a step back, and several arms suddenly stretched out behind him to hug him tightly, the wet and slippery rope Like a living snake, the shape object quickly stretched around the body, binding him tightly.A head suddenly slid from the shoulders to the chest, and grinned at him. It was one of the four prostitutes. It was still the same bewitching face with heavy makeup, but now it was distorted like a demon. A long string of things was dragging, but it was internal organs and intestines, and the intestines were the ropes that bound Yong Bowen's body.Immediately afterwards, the heads of the other three prostitutes poked out, two from the waist and one from the crotch. Their internal organs and intestines were tangled and entwined, and Yong Bowen's body was covered with foul-smelling liquid.

The waiter showed his vicious face, fisted with both hands, and smashed Yong Bowen's head hard.

At this time, the fierce stabbing by the Shingon sect monk outside the elevator had already come close.

Hearing two bangs, the waiter's fist and the monk's bamboo stick fell on Yong Bowen's body almost in sequence. Yong Bowen's head was crushed by the punch, and the red and white things were sprayed all over like a rotten watermelon. After halfway up the elevator, everyone was covered.The monk's bamboo stick pierced Yong Bowen's heart accurately, and pierced it as if piercing a thin piece of paper, piercing Yong Bowen's body across the body, together with a man hugging Yong Bowen tightly behind him. The prostitute's headless body was also pierced through, especially the bamboo stick, which pierced into the elevator wall at the rear and penetrated deeply, as if two headless corpses were tied into a string like candied haws and nailed to the wall superior.

The Shingon sect monk laughed and said: "What a great celestial master, he just got a false name!" He took out his mobile phone, pressed the shortcut key, and when he was connected, he couldn't wait to say: "Yong Bowen has been executed!" There was a sound of surprise, as if a little disbelieving, "You killed Yong Bowen? How did you kill it? Are you sure it was Yong Bowen?" The Shingon monk recounted the story, and said with certainty: "Nobi Yasuo confirmed that this It is indeed Yong Bowen." The person on the phone was silent for a moment, and then said: "Very good, you have made a great contribution. Yong Bowen's body must be properly disposed of, and then sent to Tokyo. Although it has already been sent from Dale King Kong has confirmed that he is not the Azure Dragon Golden Embryo, but after all he is a great celestial master officially recognized by the International Association of Mages, so we cannot deal with it hastily!" The monk of Shingon sect answered yes, put away his phone, laughed twice, and looked into the elevator. The waiter and the four separated prostitutes said: "Put away his body. The Tokyo side wants to see it. They probably think we are lying to them. Hey, it's no wonder they don't want to believe it. Since Yong Bowen called When he came to Japan, he made such a big deal that even Koyasan was blown upside down. There was nothing he could do with so many experts in Yamamoto, but he was easily killed by our two outer disciples. It is not easy to be a fan Give them a big slap in the face, let's see how these disciples from the main department still hold their heads high in front of our outer hall disciples!" As he spoke, he pulled out his bamboo stick.

The headless corpse, which was supported by bamboo sticks, fell to the ground, and the four prostitutes quickly put away their internal organs, and the four heads flew onto their bodies with the pile of water, and dragged them along their necks. Put the things back in, and finally put the head firmly on the neck, then bent down and lifted the corpse up, just about to go out, but suddenly found that the shape of the corpse changed rapidly, at first it turned into a hotel waiter The way she was dressed was exactly the same as that of the waiter standing by the elevator door.The four looked up in astonishment, but they saw the waiter step out of the elevator, raised his right hand, and stretched out his index finger to lightly press the chest of the Shingon sect monk.

The Shingon sect monk exploded.