"But judging from the information currently transmitted, the missile system of the fleet is about to attack Atami Castle at the end of Japan's Izu Peninsula."
The lieutenant colonel's adjutant left the console to report.
The major general's eyes suddenly became wonderful.
The sea surface of Yokosuka Port shook, and a red fire rose under the black sky, dragging a comet-like long tail quickly across the sea level, like fireflies all over the sky, and the tail flames reflected the sea surface in a fiery red.
Hundreds of flames fell on the sea, leaving blazing trails in the night sky. The smell of fat and burnt flesh filled the air. The beach was filled with flaming bonfires, and the cries of thousands of mermaids echoed.
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The patrol ship Qiuyue sailing in the distance narrowly avoided this place of heavy casualties. Crow stood on the side of the deck and pushed up his glasses, proudly raising his injured right arm.
Then his shoulder was pressed hard by the ferocious-looking man beside him. The arrogant young man gasped in pain, and the green-faced and fanged Yaksha ghost tattoo on his chest was exposed to the air.
People who work in the underworld basically have tattoos. For example, street gangsters like to have skulls, angels and naked women tattooed on their bodies. In fact, this is not fashionable.
Parents of the family will give different tattoos to the members based on their rank and merits. The lower-ranked ones are usually cranes, cherry blossoms, carp and samurai, while the higher-ranked ones are like gods, ghosts, dragons and tigers.
"It seems that this time when you go back, you can get dragon and tiger tattoos on both shoulders."
Crow looked at Yaksha and said with envy that tattoos are not only marks but also honors for those who are involved in the underworld. People in the gang can roughly understand their status by just looking at the pattern and number of tattoos.
Crow had the opportunity to receive such an honor when he became Minamoto's vassal, but he was afraid of the pain, so he had a thumb-sized cherry blossom tattooed on the inside of his ear.
Yuan Zhisheng was standing not far from them, smoking quietly. The sea breeze blew the stand-up collar and forehead of his long black windbreaker, and at the same time brought the sound of conversation.
As the young master of a mafia family, he is rare without tattoos.
Tachibana Masamune told him that tattoos are a kind of shackles, and they will never be able to break off their relationship with the underworld for the rest of their lives.
Gangsters are an organization that is easy to get in and hard to get out of. They fight and kill with knives. The longer you hang around, the more grudges you make. You can only survive by hating more than others. But one day you soften your heart and decide to put down the knife.
Washing your hands in a golden basin is your death.
He seemed to have known for a long time that he was tired of the underworld life and wanted to sell sunscreen in France, so he always kept himself "clean".
He has dreamed of reviving his family all his life, but his qualifications are only mediocre, and he can only make up for it through hard work. It is really a miracle that such a man has stayed in the position of the patriarch for nearly ten years.
It is precisely because of this that Yuan Zhisheng cannot leave Japan to pursue his own life at this moment.
"I'm not interested in lighting up this era or reviving the family. I don't know whether what you did is right or not. I will always vote for you because I support you as a person. It doesn't matter if you are wrong."
The handsome young man with a touch of femininity and fair skin with marble texture looked up at the moon on the sea and said softly.
"Because it's you, of course you are not a teacher in my heart, but a father-like person."
Yuan Zhisheng thought of the night many years ago when he lived with his adoptive father and younger brother in the small town of Shikatori in the mountains. He was an ordinary middle school student, occasionally playing basketball on the court, and there would be some girls who liked him to watch.
He competed, and among them were several people he had a brief crush on.
He thought this life would last for a long time, until when he was fifteen, his alcoholic adoptive father kicked him out due to lack of child support.
At the graduation ceremony of junior high school, no one congratulated him. At this time, Masamune Tachibana claimed to be the father of Yuan Zhisheng and brought a large group of gangsters. They shouted "Young Master" and bowed down to salute in unison, which shocked the town.
All the students and parents who came to watch the ceremony were surprised.
Naturally, the helpless young man's right hand was wrapped in the man's broad palm, leading him to the destiny that the "Emperor" of the eight Snake Qi families should have.
Tachibana Shoshou taught him how to develop the skills of using words and spirits, helped him hone his sword skills in various kendo schools, and even took time out of his busy schedule to take him to the luxurious Ryugin restaurant for dinner.
He was still very young at the time, and after seeing the magnificent prosperity of Tokyo, he talked about building a reputation and so on.
However, Tachibana Masamune did not laugh at the child's arrogance. Instead, he smiled and said, "That's good. Young people must always be better than old people, so that our family can grow stronger. Let me and Jiaosheng work hard together."
Later, a fine sword made of jade steel was forged in the knife shop as his coming-of-age ceremony.
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On the top of the high cliff, the young man continued to drink sake while sitting cross-legged.
"Sir, were we too conspicuous just now?"
Si Yao leaned next to him and whispered.
Commissioners from the Sheqiba Family were watching from below. People like me had just smuggled in, so they wouldn't have been discovered the moment they met.
Besides, he clearly saw Li Yongyuan's provocative action of raising a glass.
"No, they are enlightened people who sacrifice their egos for the greater good. And we are just ordinary wealthy residents in Atami City."
The time of every commissioner of the Snake Qiba Family is precious. There are so many murder cases caused by depraved "ghosts" that need to be dealt with every day. Why bother ordinary people?
"You have such a big heart." Si Yao shook his head.
He can provoke others in front of others without fear of retaliation. He cannot learn from himself.
Li Yongyuan didn't bother to explain that the great righteousness that was built on nothingness from beginning to end was like duckweed without roots.
Their bloodshed and sacrifice were nothing but a game in the eyes of the planners.
Soon, a black helicopter came from a distance, lowered the rope ladder, and picked up the young master and retainers of the Sheqiba family one by one.
When Crow grabbed the rope ladder and climbed up, he turned around and looked around. The fox-faced dignitary in front of the Blackstone Mansion did not forget to raise his glass again. The mutton-fat jade wine cup made a mark in front of him, and the wine poured out tilted.
Down.
"ばかやろう!"
This is the first time Crow has lost his temper today. The owner of this Blackstone Mansion is very arrogant. I hope you haven’t done anything illegal or criminal and don’t let me keep an eye on you.
Crow thought angrily, "Hey, aren't I just a gangster doing bad things?"
The gangster suddenly realized that he had been following the young master for a long time, and he had unknowingly become infected with the righteousness of the world.
"Who is the target this time?"
After resolving the crisis of mermaid invasion in Atami City, Minamoto Chisei just took a short rest in the helicopter cabin. While taking a nap with his eyes closed, he asked the secretary and assistant beside him, Yabuki Sakura.
"Molotov cocktail manufacturer, Koyama Takashi. This drink is actually a nickname, and it is actually a genetic drug that improves dragon blood. Kaguya checked his account funds and call records and discovered that he has been communicating with fierce ghosts.
Everyone is in contact.
They also used small underground clinics to perform abortion surgeries on pregnant women, secretly injected anesthesia and molested them, bought and sold organs, and secretly conducted human experiments on genetic drugs.”