My lover is this organization

Qin Wuque felt like he was being torn apart.

He had lost his usual calmness when facing a dozen machine guns. He was unusually flustered and just relied on his instinct to locate himself and grab... and caught it!

The phone was firmly grasped in someone's hand just before it flew out of the car window. The familiar touch and weight of the phone made Qin Wuque feel relieved.

But just when he couldn't help but want to shout "Ka-ta" -

boom!

The car body shook violently again, and the Viper following closely behind once again rushed up with full force, and this time the force was even greater than before, as if it wanted to directly break the three-box car into two compartments, and almost knocked the mobile phone that Qin Wuque had finally rescued out of his hand again.

"I'm going to kill the fucking guy behind me!" Qin Wuque was furious, his blood pressure instantly rising.

As he was about to unbuckle his seat belt, Curacao next to him stopped him with his hand.

"Wait, be careful!" She glanced at the rearview mirror beside her, "They have six cars in total, and roughly estimated that there are about ten enemies!"

"Why are there six?" Qin Wuque was stunned.

He also turned his head and looked back in the rearview mirror, then he was stunned.

Behind them, six Dodge Vipers were slithering madly on the congested city roads in a way that would make the traffic police shout "I choose death". They were weaving back and forth in the traffic, just like vipers, following their prey and ready to launch a deadly attack at any time.

The car that hit them the first time and the car that hit them the second time were not the same car, they just happened to be the same model, with the same paint and color.

And among these six Vipers, twelve pairs of golden eyes sparkled brightly in the darkness!

"Damn, Dragon Viper..." Qin Wuque said in disbelief, "I thought it was just talk before, but it turns out it really exists."

It was not the amazement that came from suddenly seeing a dragon flying in the valley when traveling in the Shiwanda Mountains in Hunan, but the fact that I had heard of the name of the grass mud horse on the Internet for a long time and thought it was just a joke among netizens. However, after checking, I found out that such a creature really exists and is called alpaca.

"Dragon viper?" Curacao was puzzled.

"The dragon viper is..."

Qin Wuque stared at the rearview mirror, observing the movements of this group of gate bosses at all times.

"To put it simply, they are the police among the hybrids. Originally, dragon vipers were the executioners of the dragon race, but now the dragon race has all died, leaving only the hybrids. Someone once said that the day the dragon race is wiped out is the day the hybrids will go to war for world sovereignty. However, some hybrids will choose to stand on the side of pure humans and cooperate with state agencies to uphold the so-called 'justice'. They call themselves dragon vipers."

"So what?" Curacao still didn't understand why he was so surprised.

"But the problem is... the desire for power and authority is something that is engraved in our deepest bones." Qin Wuque said with disdain, "The reason why they choose to uphold justice is not because they really have a sense of justice in their hearts, but simply because the concentration of their dragon blood is too weak."

"Just like if you were Chinese, you would definitely learn how to use the cross seal technique on mosquito bites without any instruction," he added.

"Really?" Curacao nodded, not quite understanding. "Then can you kill them?"

"No problem, but it's a little difficult to do it in the city." Qin Wuque smacked his lips.

Not to mention that these thieves were driving around the city, the heavy traffic around them made it impossible for him to open fire at will. If there were any civilian casualties and the situation became a big deal, Captain Qin would be angry again.

“I see,” Curacao said.

"What did you understand?" Qin Wuque was a little confused.

"Look ahead." Curacao raised his chin slightly.

Qin Wuque looked up and immediately understood.

Under the cover of night, the Metropolitan Expressway Bayside Line connecting Chiba Prefecture and Kanagawa Prefecture is brightly lit over Tokyo Bay.

The most important thing is that it has two lanes in both directions.

Only two lanes.

"As long as we can get to that place..."

Qin Wuque rubbed his hands eagerly and recited the famous lines when DIO opened the manhole cover.

Too bad no one picked up the joke.

Curacao held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his eyes focused on switching back and forth between the front windshield and the rearview mirror. His feet, set off by high heels, kept rising and falling between the brake and the accelerator. His superb driving skills and perfect arch shape are enough to give great satisfaction to people, whether they are racing enthusiasts or not.

Half a minute later, amid the roar of engines coming from far away, a middle-aged man in uniform at the capital's toll booth yawned sleepily, holding his cheek.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a sedan-style private car passing by the toll booth at a speed that even experienced bikers could hardly reach. At the same time, the boom used to stop the vehicle with the words "one pole, one car" written on it disappeared in an instant.

But the engine noise coming from my ears became louder.

Following closely behind were six Dodge Vipers, which were lined up in a long line and followed the private car in front at high speed through the toll station with sharp screams that tore through the air. Such brutal and cruel behavior almost scared the uncle to the ground.

What happened?

Are these bikers crazy?

Having worked as a toll station employee for more than ten to twenty years, he is considered to be well-informed. He has met almost half of the members of Tokyo's underground biker gangs.

But this is the first time it’s as crazy as tonight!

Just as the uncle stretched out his hand tremblingly to call the police, a white light suddenly flashed in front of the toll booth, and a white Mazda RX-7 passed by at a speed faster than all previous cars.

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It’s amazing. I woke up at 10 in the morning, but I started to feel sleepy again at 2 or 3 in the afternoon... I was eager to slack off.

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Chapter 258: Saying the cruelest words in the most cowardly tone

The Metropolitan Expressway Bayside Line in the early morning was not much calmer than during the day.

This bridge across Tokyo Bay is not only a favorite track for local underground bikers, but is also a must-pass place on the routes of many logistics companies.

And because most logistics companies set out on night routes before dusk, the number of large trucks on the bridge at this time is even greater than that during the day.

This is why Tokyo's bikers love this track.

Because these large trucks loaded with goods usually don't slow down or speed up suddenly, and they won't suddenly change lanes without turning on the turn signal for no apparent reason. At best, they are obstacles that move at a constant speed.

It does not hinder racing, but can increase the difficulty slightly to add fun.

Of course, these bikers who seem to disregard human life are actually very principled. They have an unwritten rule for racing, which is not to bring harm to others.

When they are racing, their speed is usually over 160 miles per hour. Once an unexpected situation occurs in this speed range, there is basically no help, whether you hit a bridge pier or someone else's car.

Therefore, the bikers made their own rules that if any unexpected situation occurred, they should try their best not to involve other people, and even if they were to die, it would be best if they died alone.

This is also the reason why this group of bikers who disregard traffic rules can still be active today.

But tonight, this unwritten rule was clearly about to be broken.

Inside the private car, Curacao slowly but firmly stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, the engine speed increased to an astonishing 5,000 rpm, and the needle on the speedometer approached 160. She calmly controlled the car that was almost at its limit to shuttle between one large truck after another, and every dodge drew a strange arc on the road.

In the passenger seat, Qin Wuque deftly rolled up his trouser legs.

He was wearing a pair of black sweatpants tonight with three white stripes on each side of the trouser seams. With his trouser legs rolled up to his knees, he looked like an outdoor anchor who was about to go fishing.

Curacao didn't understand what she meant at first, but after taking one look at her she didn't want to talk anymore.

Two Japanese wakizashi without hilts were tied to the outside of Qin Wuque's calves with transparent tape. It seemed that because they were afraid they would fall off, they specially wrapped the tape twice on each side, at the head and tail of the scabbard.

And this guy is now tearing off the tape bit by bit...

"Damn it... Shit! I originally planned to use an elastic band, but I found that the elastic band is not very reliable... Hiss~ It hurts... What kind of crappy brand of tape is this? Why is it so sticky... Ouch, my leg hair~" Qin Wuque wailed while trying to tear off the tape.

"Actually, you can soak it in hot water before tearing it." Curacao suggested hesitantly.

"Then the question is, where can I find hot water now?" Qin Wuque rolled his eyes rudely and continued to work hard.

"No, what I mean is..." Miss Dolphin pursed her lips, "The tape won't affect your ability to draw your sword, right? You can just leave it like that for now, and then soak it in hot water and tear it off after you shake off the pursuers and return to the base."

"Huh? It seems to make some sense." Qin Wuque was startled and made a hook sign under his chin.

"Right." Curacao also breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the rearview mirror.

"Hold on tight!" she suddenly raised her voice.

There is no coherence between these two sentences, as if the head teacher was explaining the questions on the test paper seriously one second, and the next second the get out of class was over as soon as the bell rang and the test paper was closed.

No, to be more precise, there wasn't even a bell for the end of get out of class.

But this did not prevent Qin Wuque from taking corresponding actions immediately.

He grabbed the handle above the car door, and Curacao, who was in the driver's seat, immediately turned the steering wheel to the right, forcing the innocent little red car heavily towards a tanker truck that was driving normally in the right lane.

The little red car was blown up on the spot, and was rolled up and down by the half-person-high wheels of the tanker truck, flying high up and then falling down, hitting the windshield of a Dodge Viper accurately, and the entire cab was flattened.

As for the people inside...there is naturally no need to say more.

"Wow~" Qin Wuque whistled loudly.

Then he jumped out himself. He opened the car door at a speed of 160 miles per hour, climbed onto the roof, and pulled out the ribs from the outside of his left and right calves. After making a "cooperate with me" gesture to the rearview mirror, he aimed at the nearest Dodge Viper and pounced on it.

The eternal domain of the Word Spirit expanded instantly, and from the perspective of "Dragon Viper", the opponent appeared on the hood in a flash.

The next moment, two daggers tore through the roof and went straight into the car, piercing through the heads of the two men in an instant.

It was simply a re-enactment of the famous scene from the assassination of Yasuteru Domon.

But this time, Qin Wuque stopped acting altogether.

Two people were killed instantly with one strike. The old boss of Los Santos raised his head suddenly. His eyes were as bright as gold under the mask of the grass monkey, which was full of the aura of a thug. They seemed to be burning like the fire of karma, and were reflected in the eyes of several other "Dragon Vipers". It was like the cold gaze from an ancient dragon, and the pressure hit their minds like an overwhelming torrent.

"Is it him!?" someone in one of the Vipers said in horror.

"The Spirit of Words...Eternity..."

Before the man next to him could finish his words, two bloody daggers fell from the sky again and killed him.

The man who recognized this "Ha Cao Monkey" as the invisible murderer who killed people in the video they watched at the Beihu Hotel, after witnessing the death of his companion beside him, burst into a high-pitched, profound and obscure voice with full fear.

At the same time, the air inside the car begins to heat up rapidly.

"Using Junyan in a confined space?" Qin Wuque felt the temperature coming from the hilt and understood, "You are already dead."

He drew out his dagger and instantly left the roof of the car. The next second, the scorching and dazzling flames engulfed the entire Viper, turning it into a blazing fireball.

"Captain, use [Discipline]!" someone trembled on the radio.

"But the commandments will also affect you..." The captain seemed a little hesitant.

"At least it's better than it is now." Another person said calmly, "If we face the user of Word Spirit Eternity head-on, Captain, we have no chance of winning."

"Okay." The captain sighed softly over the radio.

When the sigh died down, a huge invisible field suddenly expanded, and wherever the "Dragon Vipers" went, their spiritual powers were suppressed, and they were reduced to ordinary people with slightly stronger physical fitness.

Qin Wuque was also enveloped in it.

I don’t know if it was the captain’s illusion, but when the field passed Qin Wuque, he seemed to feel that there was a slight delay in the actions of “Ha Cao Monkey”.

"Success!" he shouted in surprise.

But the next second his mouth was filled with broken glass.

A hand with throbbing veins reached in from the front windshield, grabbed the captain's head and lifted him out of the car, standing on the hood of the Viper that was running at high speed.

The ha grass monkey mask was very close, and the man whose head was grabbed was full of fear, but he didn't even dare to struggle.

"No... Impossible, why doesn't [Commandments] work on you!"

"Nonsense, the precepts can only be used on people with a lower bloodline level than yourself, don't you know?" Qin Wuque's faint voice came from under the mask.

"But...but I'm A-level..." the man said in disbelief.

Qin Wuque also imitated his tone, speaking the harshest words in the most cowardly tone.

"But...but I'm Supa S-level Plas..."

Stupid!

In the wind, there was a long hum of metal.

A flash of silver knife light broke through the night, raising a scarlet sky.

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