The cold that has been bothering me for more than half a month, I finished the last set of bottles today. I will resume two updates from tomorrow.
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The man with glasses is named Hirae Ichiro. After following Chen Ping'an, Hirae Ichiro changed his name to Jiang Lepei, who is responsible for supervising the production and supply of Fuming Group's drug production in Southeast Asia.
As he shouted, hundreds of men in suits brandished Japanese swords and surrounded Wang Zhuo and Duobao.
Jiang Lepei placed the two disposable restraints and plastic handcuffs in front of Wang Zhuo and said, "Put them on yourself."
Wang Zhuo picked up the plastic handcuffs and used a little force with both hands. The handcuffs were pulled into two pieces. He smiled slightly and said: "It's not very strong, is it a copycat?"
Without saying a word, Jiang Lepei took out a revolver from his arms, pushed his younger brother away and stepped forward quickly, aiming at Wang Zhuo and already pulling the trigger with his finger.
"Crack!"
The sound of gunfire rang out and was instantly covered by the sound of fireworks all over Tokyo. The homeless people who had been watching the excitement slowly backed away until only the gangsters and Wang Zhuoduobao were left in the entire park.
Jiang Lepei was extremely confident in his marksmanship. After the gunshot, he turned around and left without even looking.
But as soon as he took two steps away, he noticed that the boys around him were roaring.
Looking back, Jiang Lepei's eyes narrowed into a straight line.
I saw a man in a suit in front of Wang Zhuo. The bullet had just hit his thigh, and he was covering his leg and screaming.
Jiang Lepei sneered and said to Wang Zhuo: "My skills are good, but what's the use?" He pointed to his head and said: "I have always believed that this is the most powerful weapon for mankind."
Before he finished speaking, a bone sword flew past Jiang Lepei's face, and the cold air emitted by the bone sword actually cut a bloody mark on his face like a solid substance.
"Ouch!"
Jiang Lepei's mind went blank for a moment, and he turned around with a stiff neck. He saw the younger brother behind him covering his knees, and a bone sword as long as a dagger was thrust into it. Most of the sword's body came out in a blur of blood and flesh.
This was just the beginning. Jiang Lepei only heard the sound of wind. It seemed that at the same time, hundreds of boys had bone swords inserted into their knees, and even half of the boys had bone swords stuck in their gun hands. The painful shouts instantly made the audience feel sad.
Jiang Lepei felt cold all over. It was minus one degree in Tokyo today, but he felt as if he was in a refrigerator at minus thirty degrees.
In just two or three seconds, hundreds of burly men in suits lay on the ground.
Wang Zhuo's bare feet made a crunching sound on the park's unmelted grass. He walked up to Jiang Lepei, stretched out his hand and took the revolver from Jiang Lepei's hand, who stood there without any resistance.
"Why bother? Of those gangsters just now, which one has something to do with your boss? The one with a cut tongue or a mouth full of broken teeth?"
Jiang Lepei said tremblingly: "Do you know who my boss is?"
"Crack!"
The left side of Jiang Lepei's face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wang Zhuo put his arm around Jiang Lepei's shoulders and whispered, "I don't know him."
Jiang Lepei was woken up by Wang Zhuo's slap. The poisonous and vicious heart lurking in his body returned to his body, and his pupils were instantly filled with blood. Jiang Lepei adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a ferocious smile: "You know? Although I haven't seen it since.
Those gangsters knew that you were good at fighting, but neither the boss nor I thought that you also mastered some kind of knife-throwing skills. There were people in the Fuming group who were holding knives to catch bullets, but they didn't catch yours.
Flying knife. You are very powerful, beyond our imagination."
Wang Zhuo smiled and said: "Then just get out of here as far as your imagination goes, okay? I'm not interested in you guys."
"It's too late!" The left side of Jiang Lepei's face was swollen, but he pretended to be calm. "The boss of the Yamaguchi group was hunted down by my boss for three years. Almost all the middle-level cadres were shot by the Fuming group. You are invincible with flying knives.
So what? You, your woman, and your family are just waiting to be shot to death by the Fuming group!"
"Crack!"
Jiang Lepei received another slap on the left side of his face. For a moment, Jiang Lepei felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. He could not hear any sound except the roar in his left ear. At the same time, the huge inertia almost broke his cervical vertebra. Wang Zhuo gave him a light slap and gave him a slight brain injury.
Shock.
Wang Zhuo checked the revolver. There were five bullets in total. One was fired just now and four were left. He took out the remaining three bullets and threw them away, leaving only one bullet. He gently turned the wheel with his fingers.
When the wheel stopped, Wang Zhuo closed the gun and said to Jiang Lepei: "See what you can do, but you still want to kill my whole family."
Seeing that Jiang Lepei was groggy, Wang Zhuo signaled Duobao to throw over a bottle of beer, opened the lid of the beer, and poured it down Jiang Lepei's head.
"Tsk..." The beer flowed onto Jiang Lepei's swollen face, and he woke up immediately from the pain.
Wang Zhuo raised his gun, poked Jiang Lepei in the face and said: "Let's play a game, Russian Roulette. By the way, I also played with skinheads. It was really nostalgic at that time."
Having said that, Wang Zhuo did not hesitate to pull the trigger.
With a click, Jiang Lepei couldn't help but close his eyes and sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Just like you said, do you think I will give you a chance to kill my whole family?" Wang Zhuo pointed the gun at himself and pulled the trigger, and there was another empty sound.
The sweat on Jiang Lepei's forehead had flowed down to his neck. The muzzle of the revolver was pointed at him and the third blast was fired. His adrenaline surged, his bladder tightened and he had an uncontrollable urge to urinate.
Wang Zhuo was silent for two seconds, then he opened his mouth and smiled with his white teeth: "You are lucky today."
"Click!"
Jiang Lepei hoped that Wang Zhuo would be headshot by himself, but when he pulled the trigger for the fourth time, it was still a blank!
Seeing the gun pointed at him again, Jiang Lepei was afraid! His closed mouth pursed slightly, and his lips began to tremble.
"Such a smart head is blind for nothing." Wang Zhuo sighed softly,
Jiang Lepei suddenly shouted: "You can't kill me! I have a PhD in Applied Chemistry from the University of Tokyo in 2006, and I am an outstanding representative of the Ivy League. I own 13 properties around the world, and I can withdraw US$10 million at any time! I am smart.
Man, if you let me go, I will never cause you any trouble and I will give you all the money!"
Wang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It turns out that your head is really quite powerful. Okay, this round is still mine."
Then he pointed the gun at his temple and pulled the trigger!
"Crack!"
The recoil of the gunpowder sent out a ball of fire, sending an orange-yellow bullet whizzing toward Wang Zhuo's temple!
Jiang Lepei's eyes widened and he felt an extremely ridiculous and exciting thought in his heart.
Is this person so stupid?
But the next moment, Jiang Lepei took two steps back and sat directly on the ground.
I saw Wang Zhuo's two fingers holding the rotating brass-colored bullet head.
Smiling at Jiang Lepei, Wang Zhuo turned around and threw the bullet out. The younger brother who was carefully grabbing the gun and trying to discharge it groaned, and the gun in his hand was hit to pieces by the bullet.
"You're lucky. There are cameras everywhere in this park, otherwise I would have all three meals tomorrow."
Hearing this, Jiang Lepei looked up at Wang Zhuo, and the neon light from the Neon Country shone right on his face, revealing a strange beauty. He felt that what the homeless man in front of him said did not sound like he was bragging.
"What kind of person did I meet!" Jiang Lepei murmured to himself, letting Wang Zhuo pull him up from the ground.
Wang Zhuodao: "Take me to see your boss, maybe he will give you the answer."