The match struck the matchbox, releasing a dancing flame, and lit a cigarette, which was crushed by a big hand and thrown out of the car window.
Gin held his cigarette in his mouth sideways, puffed out a puff of smoke, glanced at the building of Ji Xing Club with a murderous look, and then returned to the front.
Vodka next to him asked: "Brother, that guy's club is developing too fast. I'm afraid it's not convenient to break into it head-on. Should we make some noise to let him know that we are here?"
"No, he has already seen us."
"Ah?" Vodka was startled and looked at the upper floors of the building: "When?"
Gin didn't answer and just smoked his cigarette silently. The car was silent for two minutes.
The cigarette burned out.
Gin will crush it.
"It seems that he has no intention to explain his whereabouts in the past few months. Let's go, vodka."
Vodka responded and started the car skillfully. Knowing Gin well, he already knew that Gin had murderous intentions. Did the ignorant boy think that the expansion of the club to the current level would make his elder brother worried?
He missed his last chance!
Vodka likes this.
He doesn't like Ji Xingqi Xin, who made him suffer a few months ago, but he doesn't dare to disobey his elder brother's wishes, but now... hum.
Really looking forward to it.
Time passes by every second.
The sun gradually sets and the sky turns dark.
The black Porsche 356A parked again at the alley intersection that blocked Ji Xing last time, near Ji Xing's home. In the car, Gin Jiu wore an intercom headset in one ear, and a fierce female voice came from the headset.
"I haven't seen the police, and I haven't found any traces of the FBI so far. Gin, are you a little too careful when dealing with an 18-year-old high school kid?"
"Do your job, Chianti." Gin replied coldly, throwing down the headphones.
Vodka said: "Brother, he is here!"
Gin looked in the rearview mirror.
Ji Xing, who was wearing formal clothes when he went to the club during the day, had now changed into simple and lightweight sportswear, and was walking leisurely on his way home with his hands in his pockets.
As if he hadn't seen his car, Ji Xing's expression was naturally relaxed.
Ginjiu snorted coldly, pretending to be a ghost!
His hand touched the gun in his arms and he saw in the rearview mirror that Ji Xing stopped in front of a telephone pole not far from the car and looked at the pole.
He seems to love destroying telephone poles?
Ginjiu remembered that when Ji Xing first came to see Ji Xing a few months ago, Ji Xing punched the telephone pole. But now, the telephone pole has been repaired.
"This boy's hobbies are really unique." Vodka also said with a sinister smile.
Sure enough, they saw Ji Xing open his stance and suddenly punched the telephone pole!
Then, the heavy telephone pole, which was 10 meters long and more than 20 centimeters in diameter, broke at the middle... Ji Xing put his hands together and hugged it... and tore off the wires...
Uh, hit it hard?
what?!
Gin's expression lost control for a moment, and then he growled: "Let's go!"
The two quickly opened the car door and rolled out! With a crackling sound, the broken telephone pole hit the rear of the car hard!
The rear glass of the car crackled and shattered, the rear of the car deformed sharply, and splattered debris was everywhere!
Gin Jiu, who was half-crouching after rolling, already had a gun in his hand, his eyes radiating extreme murderous intent. When he saw Ji Xing's figure rushing into the alley, he only hesitated for a moment, and then shouted: "Chase!"
Five hundred meters away, on the roof of a tall building, a woman with a neurotic temperament and madness, and a tattoo of an evil-looking swallowtail butterfly on her right eye was holding a sniper rifle and saw everything through the sniper scope.
, looking stunned.
This, this high school student?!
The next moment, she quickly adjusted her position, but she couldn't see the alley.
…
"Why is there a power outage again?!"
Nearby, many people had similar complaints from their homes. Electric wires were torn down and the surrounding power supply system collapsed in an instant.
Without the lamp, the moonlight is not bright enough.
The alley looked very dark.
After rushing into the alley with vodka, Gin regained his composure, suppressed his anger over the destruction of his car, held guns in both hands, and advanced slowly, his eyes scanning every corner of the alley.
Are you being treated as prey in turn?
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way!
Vodka also held guns in both hands and followed Gin, guarding the opposite direction. He was still shocked by Ji Xing's audacity.
He is dead! Neither the Japanese police nor the FBI can save him!
Walking slowly deep into the alley, at a corner, Gin suddenly said: "Let's go, vodka."
Vodka was startled, can this big brother endure it?
The next moment, a sense of danger came over him, and a figure blew in front of him with a strong wind. He took aim with a gun, but his wrist was severely twisted. As soon as his palm was loosened, the pistol fell!
But not only was he not panicked, he was actually a little surprised. Kid, I'm afraid you've forgotten what I'm good at and how dare you approach me so rashly!
At the same time, Gin's gun was also pointed in the direction of vodka. The words just now were just a bait to seize the initiative.
Does Ji Xing dare to escape casually? If he escapes this time, his family and his club will be targeted and retaliated by the organization. If he wants to become a hunter, Ji Xing will definitely take the initiative when he hears that the two are about to evacuate.
Attack... As expected!
Vodka's strong body blocked his shooting path, but as long as Vodka locked Ji Xing for a moment...
Bang!
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and Vodka's strong body rose up from the ground, flew seven or eight meters away, and was firmly embedded in the wall on the side!
Gin's pupils shrank, and his finger pulled the trigger without any hesitation!
puff--
The Beretta 92F light automatic pistol produced in Italy uses 9mm bullets. It has average power, but is light to carry and has extremely fast muzzle velocity.
After spitting out tongues of fire from the gun, a bullet spiraled toward Ji Xing at near-sonic speed!
Ji Xing shot the vodka away with his kick. Ji Xing, who had not fully retracted his foot, completed the movements of retracting his foot, shrinking, and rolling in a very short period of time. He accurately dodged the bullet, rolled back around the corner, and disappeared into Gin.
in sight.
He even picked up Vodka's gun.
There was a brief silence in the alley.
"Ahem..." Vodka, who came down from the wall, collapsed on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, and said with difficulty: "Brother... be careful, something is wrong with him."
Gin's gaze did not shift.
He naturally saw something was wrong. Although Ji Xing's fighting ability a few months ago was not weak, compared with now, he looked like two different people!
He said gloomily: "Where have you been these past few months, Ji Xingqixin."
"Well... Teacher Wu Tian, the world fighting champion, came to Japan recently. I went to see him for a few months of intensive training. How is it? The results are good, right?" After turning the corner, Ji Xing studied the pistol and replied casually.
World fighting champion Wu Tian?
Gin squinted his eyes, who is this?
"Can you use a gun?" he asked again.
"of course."
Huh... at the same time as Ji Xing answered, Gin's right foot suddenly shoveled hard on the ground, and a piece of gravel flew out, reaching the corner of the wall first to attract Ji Xing's attention.
At the same time, he leaned forward and quickly captured the target with guns in both hands.
Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!
With six consecutive shots, he directly emptied one of the magazines of the double-magazine pistol!
But Ji Xing moved, dodged, and jumped, dodging six bullets one by one, and not even a single bullet hit his body!
Gin's heart sank, and he quickly retreated behind the wall to be on guard. Ji Xing, who had dodged six bullets in a row, took a few heavy breaths, with a look of satisfaction and a smile on his face!
After practicing boxing for ten years, I am indeed faster than a gun!
Then...there's nothing to worry about.
He weighed the gun in his hand and threw it out with all his strength!