Becoming a Yakuza Boss from Tokyo

1816.

A set of numbers appeared in Long Yan's mind almost instantly.

It only takes an experienced sniper 2.5 seconds or even less from aiming at the target, to adjusting his breathing, to firing, to completing the shooting.

Meter is 1816 yards.

Without taking science into account, even Shuichi Akai may not be able to guarantee a 100% hit rate at this distance.

In addition, the difficulty of sniping a dynamic target from a long distance is exponentially higher than that of sniping a static target. This makes Long Yan more confident about what he is going to do next!

Seeing that Long Yan was ready, Kitahara Kong reached into the collar of his shirt and pulled out a can-shaped object about the size of a 250ml can of soda from the deep gap.

Seeing this, although he knew it was inappropriate to ask such a question in such a critical situation, Long Yan still couldn't help but ask in a low voice with a strange expression on his face: "Smoke bomb? Where do you usually hide this thing?"

But after hearing Long Yan's question, Kitahara Kong put on an expression of indifference, completely lacking her usual lazy and charming look. She just skillfully pulled the fuse on the smoke bomb and threw it out from the wall behind her before responding softly.

"There's nothing to be surprised about. Since we've entered a state of war, as a soldier, every inch of my body must be used.

Okay, let’s stop here. Since Jiulong has sent a sniper of this level to kill you, they must be determined to kill you.

It is unlikely that they would send just one sniper; they would have to have ground troops accompanying him to ensure your kill.

Fortunately, in order to paralyze our vigilance, their ground forces would not dare to get too close when the snipers launched the first wave of attacks, which also gave us a chance to catch our breath.

I'll count to three, you go left and I go right, and immediately find more suitable cover after leaving the cover."

After the fuse of a smoke bomb is pulled, a large amount of smoke will be released in a very short time to block the enemy's sight.

Although they were talking non-stop and seemed to be chatting casually, both Long Yan and Kitahara Sora had adjusted themselves to the best state the moment Kitahara Sora took out the smoke bomb.

"Right now, Run!"

Following a low shout from Beiyuan Kong, the two of them shot out under the cover of smoke like arrows.

At this time, 1700 meters away, a middle-aged man wearing a black woolen hat and holding a dogtail grass in his mouth was watching every move of Long Yan and the other man through the eight-fold scope on the sniper rifle with a relaxed expression.

His name is Tatsuo Fujimori, and he is the president of the Fujimori Association, one of the nine core organizations in Kowloon, and he is also one of the presidents who supports Yoshitatsu Fujimori to become the next president.

Unlike the Ueno-kai, which focuses on making money, his Fujimori-kai is mainly responsible for "aftermath" and intelligence gathering within the Kowloon Group.

Of course, the "aftermath" here includes the assassination of foreign enemies, the torture of enemies, and the cleaning and disguise of the killing scene. His subordinates are almost all assassins and executioners.

People often say that the more ordinary a person's appearance is, the more suitable they are for jobs such as assassination and espionage, because their appearance is ordinary enough that it is difficult for people to remember them at first glance.

As the president of the Fujimori Association, Fujimori Ryusei is one of the best.

His face is like that of a common office worker uncle, which can be seen everywhere, and it is his best disguise. Who would have thought that this middle-aged uncle who looks harmless is actually the most powerful sniper in the Kowloon Group?

When he saw thick smoke rising outside the bunker where Long Yan and the other man were hiding, his expression did not change at all.

An ordinary smoke bomb continues to emit smoke for about 30 seconds, and its diffusion diameter usually does not exceed 15 meters. Through the swing amplitude of the dogtail grass in his mouth, he can even accurately calculate the time it will take for the current wind speed to blow away the smoke.

And from what he observed, Long Yan and the other two, who were not carrying any packages, could only carry one to three smoke bombs at most. If they did not leave within the duration of the smoke bombs and find a more suitable cover, even if they could avoid his sniper, the ground force gunners who arrived later would be able to shoot them into sieves.

As an excellent sniper, patiently waiting for the prey to reveal a flaw is the most basic quality. Fujimori Ryuo is very confident in his sniping skills and patience.

And just as he expected, Kitahara Sora only had one smoke bomb with him, so he naturally would not waste this opportunity.

The two of them were very fast and rushed out of the smoke in just a blink of an eye.

The level 38 war expert demonstrated her combat proficiency to the fullest at this moment. Her cheetah-like agility even left an afterimage in Fujimori Ryusuke's sight.

However, no matter how fast Kitahara Sora is, it is just a bonus to Fujimori Ryusei.

A smile instantly appeared on Fujimori Ryusei's mouth, and he quickly turned his gun to the other side of the smoke bomb.

"I got you, you little brat."

Sure enough, the next moment after he turned the gun, an expected figure suddenly emerged from the other side of the smoke.

However, what surprised Fujimori Ryusei was that Ryuhiko's speed was not inferior to that of Kitahara Sora, whose fighting skills were as high as level 38!

The Hiten Sword Style is known for its "super speed". Kenshin Himura at his peak could even dodge the machine gunner's strafing. In addition, Ryuu Yan has never relaxed his practice of [Full Concentration Breathing·Always Hit]. Even though he has not yet fully mastered [Full Concentration Breathing·Always Hit], the combination of the two still allows him to show physical fitness that is no less than Kitahara Sora.

"boom!"

Just two seconds after Long Yan rushed out of the smoke cover, a muffled sound was heard again beside him.

But this time, the vicious bullet just missed Long Yan's heel by a hair's breadth.

A look of surprise appeared in Fujimori Ryusei's eyes almost the moment the bullet missed.

Although sniping at a distance of 1700 meters was very difficult for him, it was not so bad that he would miss the target if he predicted the possible position of Long Yan in advance, even if he was hitting a dynamic target!

However, the next moment, the experienced Fujimori Ryusei discovered the reason why his sniper shot missed.

Although Long Yan rushed out of the smoke very quickly, his speed was strange.

Long Yan mixed the rhythm of three steps forward and one stop, two steps forward and one step back as he moved, and changed direction every two seconds, avoiding his sniper attacks by keeping his speed at an irregular state.

This is just like when driving on a battlefield, in order to avoid possible enemy bombardment, the driver will drive the car fast and slow, and even take an S-shaped route from time to time.

"interesting."

A look of interest appeared in Fujimori Ryusei's eyes. Looking at Long Yan who kept changing his pace, as a sniper, the desire to compete with him arose in his heart almost instantly.

But soon, Fujimori Tatsuo suppressed his thoughts, picked up the intercom beside him and said softly: "What are you waiting for? Come on, I will cooperate with you."

It is true that Fujimori Ryusei is a sniper, but he is first and foremost the president of the Kowloon Fujimori Association.

There were no fewer shelters in the wilderness than in the city. If he insisted on competing with Long Yan, it would be fine if he won. Once his sniper missed, Long Yan would only need three or two moves to find a more suitable shelter and avoid the assassination.

For him, personal gains and losses are not that important, as long as the goal can be achieved.

The dead can't win.

That's why he said those words into the intercom.

Just as Kitahara Sora expected, since it was an assassination, there certainly couldn't be only one sniper, Fujimori Ryusei. Almost at the moment Fujimori Ryusei finished speaking, dozens of Yakuza wearing white suits and holding Uzis and pistols appeared at the street corner in the direction where Ryuhiko was evacuating.

"Damn it, it's someone from the garden party!"

When Long Yan saw the white suit that was unique and almost iconic in the Kowloon Group, he immediately guessed who these gunmen were.

The Kowloon Shangyuan Association is responsible for the arms smuggling channels within the Kowloon Group. It is also a core organization that supports Yoshitsugu Yoshitsugu to become the next president, along with the Ueno Association and the Fujimori Association. It can be called the Kowloon arsenal.

Although the quality of the members of the Shangyuan Association is uneven, and it can be said to be at the bottom of the nine major organizations in Kowloon, and is even slightly inferior to the Ueno Association, which is the least good at fighting, but with its powerful firepower, merciless killing heart, and the iconic white suit, it once made a name for itself as the "White Terror" in the Japanese Yakuza.

These dozen people holding guns are undoubtedly the elites of the Shangyuan Society. They can fully demonstrate the protagonist-type stand-and-shoot skills that only the protagonist is qualified to use.

"Da da da da da da!"

Because he needed to maintain his rhythm to avoid sniper fire, Long Yan's speed was at least one-fifth slower than his limit. He had just rushed out of the range of the smoke bomb and had not had time to approach the pre-selected shelter before he was forced to change the direction of evacuation by the pouring bullets.

To be honest, when facing the sniper of Fujimori Ryusei at the beginning, Ryu Yan was able to follow Kitahara Sora's teachings and avoid the sniper by maintaining an irregular moving rhythm.

It turns out that it is indeed effective.

However, with the addition of the gunmen from the Shangyuan Club, facing the overwhelming firepower, he could only do as Jackie Chan did, with his legs apart in a slightly awkward manner, taking crab-like steps, observing his surroundings, changing positions quickly, and dodging the gunmen's shooting.

It has to be said that this method is also very effective on the streets.

Uncle Long, YYDS!

However, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that although these dozen or so people from the Uezonokai in white suits fired bullets with the intention of killing him, after seeing that they could not hit him, they seemed to be trying to drive him towards the Kamiya Katsushin-ryu dojo by forcing him to move.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

At the same time, Fujimori Ryuo, who was a thousand meters away, did not give up sniping him, and the silenced bullets passed by his side one after another.

Long Yan cursed "Damn it" in his heart and saw that he was almost forced into the corner of his own dojo. Although he had some guesses in his mind, in this situation of being attacked from both sides, he could only use Jackie Chan's wall-climbing style and climb over the wall in front of him at an extremely fast speed and return to his own dojo.

Fortunately, this situation can perhaps be described as a blessing in disguise.

After returning to the Kamiya Katsushin-ryu dojo, he was not sent to the sky by some time bomb. Instead, what greeted him was just a hail of bullets that was even more violent than outside!

.........cut.........

PS. Speaking of bullets and guns, I thought of Uncle Long's parkour unconsciously. Not only did the picture appear in my mind, but the devilish running posture can't be gotten rid of hahaha. It turns out that Uncle Long's running posture has been engraved into our DNA!

Chapter 4: Shanxin Jilong's killing intention (k)

When the group of gunmen who appeared at the garden party earlier, Long Yan discovered that these gunmen and the sniper in the distance had been shooting madly with the mentality of forcing him to move if they couldn't kill him.

As expected, his own dojo was already filled with gunmen.

Fortunately, Long Yan reacted quickly and rolled sideways the moment he climbed over the wall of the dojo, barely avoiding the pouring hail of bullets.

After all, the Kamiya Kashinryu Dojo was where he had lived for more than a month, and he checked every corner of the dojo with Kitahara Sora every day. So Long Yan knew every detail of this ancient dojo, including where he could hide, where he could take shelter, and where things were placed that could serve as obstacles and shelters.

The moment he landed, Long Yan simply identified the direction and found a position in his mind that was closest to him and could be used as a cover and a sniper blind spot.

After quickly turning over and standing up, he still moved in an irregular manner with a rhythm of three steps forward and one stop, two steps forward and one step back. In just a few breaths, Long Yan hid behind the stone well in the courtyard. It was also at this time that he had a chance to catch his breath.

To be honest, although Kitahara Kong had given him "hell-level" devilish training in the past month and he had previous combat experience, he was just an ordinary person after all, at most an ordinary person with relatively rich money.

Just now when facing the hail of bullets, even though he had successfully run according to his daily practice and successfully avoided the gunman's shooting, Long Yan, who rarely came into contact with gun battles, still felt a little scared after being temporarily "safe".

If he had made any mistake while running just now, he would probably have died by now.

This undoubtedly gave him a deeper understanding of modern firearms.

"call......"

Feeling the continuous gunfire from behind, as if there was an endless rain of bullets, Long Yan gently exhaled the foul air in his chest and tried his best to keep his body in the best condition.

To be honest, although he has the system, he is not a superman yet. When facing the gunman's bombardment, he was a little stretched.

After all, when people are killed, they die.

Long Yan, who was pinned down behind the stone well by the fierce firepower and unable to poke his head out, could not help but take stock of all the resources at hand.

Not to mention the experience packs that have already been used up, those are all "cultural subjects". Even the [Vehicle Driving] that is closest to combat is of no use to him for the time being. Unless he is given a Tiger tank or an Apache attack helicopter now, he really has no way to deal with this level of gunfight.

The same goes for fruits of strength, agility, speed, etc., which have long become a part of his body.

After excluding these "passive" blessings, the first thing he thought of was the American-made M1917 Smith & Wesson revolver also known as the "Restart Your Life Gun."

After all, although this thing has a very small probability of causing the person hit to undergo a drastic change in his personality, it has a very high probability of causing the person hit to be reincarnated immediately like being hit by an ordinary pistol.

After being suppressed by the fierce firepower, the first thing Long Yan thought of was the only hot weapon in his hand.

But it's just a thought.

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Long Yan quickly put it behind him.

The American-made M1917 Smith & Wesson in his hand may have a certain funny element, but if we put aside the additional special effects and just look at the gun itself, there is no doubt that it is an antique-level revolver.

Although its maximum range can reach 50 meters, which is more than enough for a gunfight in the Kamiya Katsushin-ryu dojo, let's not mention the objective factors that Ryuhiko has no shooting skills, the M1917 revolver can only rely on faith to determine whether it hits a target more than 30 meters away, and the ammunition capacity is only 6 bullets.

Is there really anyone in this world who would use a revolver to shoot dozens of Uzis?

How strong a protagonist's halo must one have to do such a thing!

At the end of the game, Long Yan helplessly discovered that there was nothing else in his backpack except a knife, a bar of soap, 4 potions, and an unused limited-time status card.

Looking at the reverse-blade knife in his hand, Long Yan let out a silent sigh.

Are you preparing me to act out the "Sir! Times haven't changed!" scene?

It is worth mentioning that after the reverse-blade knife was repaired by the steel pillar and the special effects that had been ineffective due to damage were activated, Long Yan was surprised to find that he could actually put it into the system backpack.

He was so happy at that time.

Later, he thought about it carefully. Props with prop attributes can be collected into the system backpack. Isn’t this setting reasonable?

This not only makes it convenient for him to carry weapons with him, but also allows him to catch people off guard when necessary.

After all, who could have imagined that a man who looked unarmed could actually pull out a one-meter-long sword in the blink of an eye and slash at himself?

Most people would definitely not be able to react to it.

Just as Long Yan took out the reverse-blade knife from the system backpack and was about to perform a "Sir! Times have not changed!", the gunfire behind him that had not stopped since he rushed into the dojo suddenly stopped as if he had received some order.

A puzzled expression appeared on Long Yan's face, but just when he was about to stick his head out to take a look, he suddenly found that the cell phone in his pocket vibrated.

Speaking of which, Long Yan has always had a not-so-good habit. No matter whether he is doing important things or not, he likes to turn his mobile phone to silent mode and only rely on the vibration of his trouser pocket to determine whether someone has called him.