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The rows of young girls form a beautiful landscape. It is no exaggeration to say that this is a paradise for men.

The surging flow of people also proves how prosperous Kabukicho is at night, full of a strange pink vitality.

But it is in such a bustling place that the bright and dark sides of Shinjuku can be best reflected.

In the bustling Kabukicho 1-chome, people may turn into an intersection and enter a dark alley with no visible traffic.

The silence inside seemed to be silently rejecting passers-by.

If pedestrians know what's best and choose not to enter, there will naturally be no risk.

If you venture out rashly and are unlucky, you will encounter very bad consequences.

Toshihiro Matsushita was standing in a quiet alley, guarding a door.

There was no light at the door.

He didn't care about the darkness of the alley. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

He took out a vintage match with his left hand, slid it lightly across the surface, and used the faint flame to light the cigarette in his mouth.

Matsushita Nianhong has been in the underworld for quite some time and will soon be fifty years old.

When he was young, he was a famous warrior of the Sanno Group, killing people everywhere.

Until he shot and killed someone in a busy city and was arrested and sent to prison.

After serving a twenty-year sentence, when he was released, everything had changed.

As he got older, he didn't want to live a stable life and went back to his old job.

However, the boss who promoted him has died of illness, and the newly appointed second-generation head doesn't have a good impression of old guys like him, so he just arranges janitor work.

If the young Matsushita Toshihiro had the strength to control his temper, he would grab the kid by the collar and roar loudly, recounting how many contributions he had made to the Sanno-gumi.

As he got older, he no longer had the strength or temper and just wanted to live on his salary.

It doesn't matter even if this salary is stained with the blood and flesh of others.

As long as he can live an easy life, what does it matter to him whether others live or die?

This is how people live.

Matsushita Nianhiro took a deep breath and slowly exhaled two puffs of smoke from his nose.

Little did he know that on the rooftop of the high-rise building opposite, a pair of sharp eyes were staring at the door.

Qingze, transformed into a peregrine falcon, squatted on the edge, using his catalytic sensing ability to observe the surrounding situation.

It was confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras around and that a transaction involving snow-white powder was taking place in the building.

There are fifteen people.

One of the two parties in the transaction in the inner room was an acquaintance I saw at noon.

After Qingze grasped the specific situation inside and outside, he spread his wings and dived down at a speed that exceeded that of high-speed rail.

At this moment, he did not use his superpower of stopping time.

But in his sight, the smoke exhaled by Matsushita Toshihiro was slowly dissipating, and he could clearly see the hand holding the cigarette and even the blinking movement.

Qingze could calmly aim at Matsushita Nianhong's neck. His sharp claws could easily cut through tofu like a knife, tearing apart the aorta and throat in his neck and directly tearing off a large piece of flesh.

The smoke from the inhalation drifted out from the broken throat.

Matsushita Nianhong's eyes widened and he felt a pain in his throat. All his thoughts gushed out along with a large amount of blood.

His mind went dark and he fell to the ground.

Blood gushed out from the slit throat.

Qingze, who landed on the ground, transformed into a tall man with short brown hair.

She had her hair combed back into a slicked-back bun with a wisp of hair floating in front of her forehead, and she was wearing a snow-white long gown.

This is the most popular villain in the anime Bleach, Sosuke Aizen.

Qingze's transformation ability will not have a cooldown until an hour has passed.

Only after he has used it for an hour will it enter a one-minute cooling state.

Qingze used his telekinesis to open the door.

Warm lights shone from inside, and he walked into the hall at a leisurely pace.

There are several sofas inside and a fish tank with tropical fish in the corner.

The eight people sat in different places in the hall, guarding the door leading inside together.

Seeing him come in, the expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly.

"That old guy Matsushita is being lazy again."

One of them stood up while mumbling, strode forward and said, "Hey, this is not a place for sightseeing, get out of here right now."

"Please don't get me wrong, I'm not here for sightseeing, I'm here to kill you."

Qingze explained the purpose of this trip in a low and magnetic voice.

“Come to the door to make trouble?

You are such a daredevil, you dare to challenge our Sanwang Clan without taking anything."

The man complained, took out a gun from his pocket with his right hand, pointed it at Qingze and said, "Should I say you don't know how to live or die, or have you watched too many knight-errant movies?"

"Hey, Yamada, you are too cowardly. You don't need to use a gun to fight one person."

A sturdy man nearby mocked him.

In his opinion, in this case, the man could be beaten with fists.

"Being long-winded, showing great strength is the easiest way to resolve disputes."

The man named Yamada replied to his companion, his eyes teasing, "Now you know how to be afraid, right?"

"Scared? Is that the extent? It seems that our perceptions of power are a little different."

Qingze's expression was calm and his tone was relaxed, as if he was ordering a cup of black tea in a tea restaurant in the afternoon.

Yamada was a little confused.

Which country town did this silly boy come from?

He didn't even recognize the gun.

This is a deadly weapon that can easily take a life with just a pull of the trigger.

It's not a toy on the market.

“You.” Yamada was about to explain the power of the gun when the man in front of him suddenly disappeared. “What?!”

The shocking fact almost made his eyes pop out of their sockets.

The seven people who were originally watching the show also showed horrified expressions, and the first impression in their minds was that they had encountered a ghost.

Their faces turned pale immediately. They had done too many bad things in the past. If ghosts really existed, wouldn't that mean hell also existed? !

"Let me tell you, the so-called power is used to describe this ability."

The deep and magnetic voice was as elegant as before, and cold sweat broke out on everyone's forehead.

Yamada turned around and found that the disappeared man appeared behind him, standing near the door.

He swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "You, you, what the hell are you?"

"You guys shoot at each other."

Qingze used his hypnotic ability without even turning his head.

Before Yamada could react, a dull gunshot rang in his ears.

boom.

He felt a pain in his waist and blood gushed out. He looked to the side in astonishment.

There was also a hint of surprise on the companion's face.

How is this going? !

This thought flashed through Yamada's mind, and his right hand instinctively pointed at his companion who had fired the gun.

The index finger pulls the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang, bullets shot out from the gun barrel and flew wildly in the air.

There was a crackling sound of glass breaking and water gushed out from the bullet hole in the fish tank.

An unlucky tropical fish was hit by a bullet and the fish tank was immediately stained with blood.

The water cup on the table, the human body, and several bullet holes on the wall.

In just a moment, the eight hypnotized people pointed at each other and pulled the trigger.

Not until the bullets ran out did they fall to the ground like rags.

The hall has good sound insulation, so there is no need to worry about the gunshots being heard outside and attracting other people's attention.

But gunshots were definitely heard in the room inside.

Qingze raised his hand and touched the wall, using his catalyst sensing ability.

The raised view makes images flood into my mind.

He paid no attention to the other images, but focused on the images inside the house.

The area inside is quite wide and semicircular.

There were two sofas that could accommodate multiple people and a square desk with two boxes, one large and one small, on it.

One was filled with money, the other contained bags of white powder.

There were six people in the house.

Only two people were sitting on the sofa, and the other four were all pointing their guns outside the door, in a guard posture.

……

Kevin took a sip of water and felt speechless. He didn't even step on any dog ​​poop when he went out today.

Why are you so unlucky?

When he met with Takeshi Yasuda, he was taken to the police station by the Metropolitan Police Department's special task force.

In order to redeem himself for his crime, Team Leader Robert arranged for him to trade flour with the Sanwang Group to supplement some of the CIA's activity funds.

Once again, we encountered a situation where gangs robbed gangs.

The reason why he could guarantee that it was gangs robbing gangs and not people from the Metropolitan Police Department coming to his house was that the CIA had its own set of information channels and could find out when there would be a police raid.

In Japan, the CIA has always been the safest and most reliable supplier to the Yakuza.

Stronger than the US troops stationed in Japan.

If Kevin messes up the deal on this batch of goods, he will definitely not see the sunrise tomorrow.

"Mr. Asai, your Sanwang Group's confidentiality is not very good."

"Please don't worry, we will take care of this matter."

Asai Etsukiri answered in a deep voice, his square face full of coldness.

He was not panicked at all. He had been in this business for ten years and had seen all kinds of storms.

Everyone thinks that the Japanese underworld is very peaceful, but that's just because they are good at disguising themselves and will never make their organizational conflicts known to everyone.

Matters on the underworld should be handled by the underworld.

Large-scale violent walking groups have connections with newspapers and police stations, and most of the major cases are treated as suicides.

The Sanno Group is famous both at home and abroad, so bloody fights are inevitable.

"Yosuke, go outside and check on the others."

Asai Etsukiri gave the order in a deep voice, reaching his right hand into his waist and pulling out a pitch-black pistol.

In his opinion, daring to set eyes on the Sanno Group is obviously something that only some fools would do.

Thinking of those young and inexperienced gangs in Shinjuku, Asai Etsukiri believes that it is time to teach them a lesson and let them understand what it means to be shocked by their predecessors.