Let Go of That Blackened Heroine

He gripped the gun and sighed deeply.

Then he stepped forward.

"who?"

The two gatekeepers shouted and asked.

"Bang bang."

Two shots were fired.

Akio Nakamura walked in without even looking at it.

"There are gunshots!" A man rushed out.

"boom."

"Did you hear it wrong? Hey, it looks like there was a gunshot." The one behind didn't believe it, so he followed.

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"boom."

Akio Nakamura raised his hand slightly, without any fancy movements, and his face was even very calm.

A headshot.

Finally, the people inside reacted, and someone slashed over with a knife relying on viciousness.

His samurai sword is not short, and in this kind of close combat, it may actually have an advantage.

But Akio Nakamura just raised his hand.

Another headshot.

"Think you're the only one with a gun?"

Finally, the people inside also became ruthless and opened a certain camera obscura.

The gangsters are not used to using guns, and they don't even have one, but the gangsters always have to prepare one or two. This is not only a symbol of status, but also a very terrible weapon. If it is placed in the headquarters, only Only used in times of crisis.

Of course, there is usually a person who specializes in gun practice. At this time, he picked up the pistol and looked very excited.

He was finally going to shoot someone with a gun, which was a feeling he had been waiting for a long time.

But first, he had to experience what it was like to be shot.

Before he could aim, he fell to the ground.

The head has been pierced.

Then Akio Nakamura walked into the room, and the last remaining group of employees of the demolition company who were not full of underworld gangsters could see Akio Nakamura's appearance clearly.

They thought they would defeat one of their top killers, or a powerful fighter like the Terminator, but what finally appeared in front of them was only an old man with silver hair.

"Mr. Nakamura, we know we were wrong."

Seeing these people, they knelt down one by one.

Akio Nakamura was silent and just pulled the trigger.

Gunshots rang out.

The whole room was filled with the smell of blood.

Chapter 50 You Are The Most Perverted One

The girl was very beautiful. When she saw Akio Nakamura, she exclaimed, "What an amazing grandpa! I'll help too!"

She said, trying to lift a bucket.

Just by smelling the smell, Akio Nakamura knew it was the gasoline he requested.

With one hand, he lifted the oil barrel that the girl couldn't even lift up.

Ishida silently brought up the gasoline.

On the other hand, Heshang asked suspiciously while carrying the gasoline: "Old man, why do you want to do such a thing?"

Akio Nakamura was stunned for a moment.

He originally thought that those who joined this kind of organization must be lunatics, murderers or people with mental problems. Ishida felt this way, but He Shang looked no different from the young people he had come into contact with, and they were still the kind he admired. .

It's just that he didn't expect to have such a young girl, and there were two other people. He didn't know what would happen in the future.

"for money."

Akio Nakamura replied lightly.

Heshang didn't know much about the information, but he didn't look like a killer just looking for money, so he still didn't believe it.

However, Ishida had already helped pour gasoline, and by the way, he got a pistol from the underworld and threw it on the river.

"You don't have a gun, and I didn't prepare it for you before. Take it, grab the bullets by the way, and search for money or whatever. Time is running out. Hurry up and burn it clean."

"I'll light the fire, I'll light the fire." Kaoru Xingong was as excited as a child.

Akio Nakamura took another look.