Chapter 595 The Controller of the Underground World
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Yujie was almost pushed into the bar by Miyamoto Yumi.
As soon as the bar door closed, Miyamoto Yumi pressed Yu Jiang's head down amidst the warm greetings of the bartender. The two of them hid by the door and peeked through the crack in the door to see what was going on outside.
Yu Jiang was completely unprepared for her, and the police officer's force was so strong that she almost pushed him to the ground.
"Hiss... be gentle, do you want to be widowed at a young age?"
"Shh-" Miyamoto Yumi lowered her voice, "They have been following us for a long time. I just want to see where the little thief came from and dared to follow me, sister!"
"but……"
"Don't say anything, or you might alert the people hiding in the dark!"
"Can……"
"Oh my god, do you even understand what I'm saying?"
Yujie was silent now, but a frightening chill suddenly climbed up Miyamoto Yumi's back. She was frightened, and her neck was so stiff that she couldn't move. Because someone was gently pressing the muzzle of a pistol against hers.
waist.
If the opponent fires at that part, the bullet will take away half of her life in an instant. If she is lucky, she may be able to escape death. If she is not lucky, she and You Xianxian will have to answer here today.
"Chi—" Someone laughed, and then there was the muffled sound of leather shoes on the wooden floor. Miyamoto Yumi felt that the guests around her were moving to both sides, as if to make way for the person who just laughed.
There were beads of sweat on her palms, and if it weren't for the fact that having You Xianxian by her side didn't comfort her a little, she might have cried out of fear.
"Where did these two Asians come from?"
The dark-skinned tall man picked up Ikue and Miyamoto Yumi one by one, turned them around in the air, and landed them right in front of the man standing in front of the bar.
The moment the man let go, Yujie had already consciously adjusted his posture and helped Miyamoto Yumi upright.
His deep blue-black eyes narrowed slightly when he touched someone, and soon a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Oh, it turns out they are all acquaintances."
Miyamoto Yumi rubbed her aching shoulders: "Laura Garcia, what do you mean?"
The name alone may not make much of an impression, but the memory left by this young woman on Yu Jiang is profound. After all, they had just arrived in the United States on the same flight not long ago—Lola Gelcia, the red-haired girl.
At this time, the woman who was dressed as an international student had put on a sexy leather skirt. She was leaning next to a man who was old enough to be her grandfather, with a very subtle expression.
"Oh, Laura, is this the interesting person you said you met on the plane?" the man asked.
A hint of disgust flashed across Laura's face, and she drew a clear line: "They are just two liars. Their poor acting skills can fool the crew and the police, but they cannot fool those of us who have seen too many crimes."
"Really? But I heard that it was because of them that all the girls from the Michelle family were killed, right?"
The man slowly approached, hunched his shoulders in front of Yu Jiang to keep his eyes level, but his eyes undoubtedly maintained a downward attitude, like a maned dog examining an easily accessible prey, "I don't care what Erdogan thinks,
They all covet the treasures of the past, but I am the only one thinking about the future."
"That loser will die if he dies. With the young master gone, we can support the newcomer, but the business with the crow is broken..." The man's eyes suddenly sank, and an unspeakable coldness spread throughout the bar, "The vulture can't
They will give us the chance to die to apologize, but they will only eat our flesh and blood!"
crow?
The hanging broken hair obscured the way Yu Jiang looked at the man. If he was willing to condescend and take a closer look at this moment, he would definitely be able to see the biting indifference and murderous intent in Yu Jiang's calm eyes.
There is no doubt that the entire bar is the sphere of influence of the man in front of him. Miyamoto Yumi wanted to avoid the people who were following them, but accidentally entered a real dragon's pit and a tiger's den.
She nervously grabbed Yu Jiang's hand, her voice trembling a little: "I don't think the situation is good. Is he trying to silence him after talking so much?"
As a police officer, she has seen many kinds of criminals, and she can safely let them see their faces clearly, and even tell them so much internal information... These guys have absolutely no intention of letting them leave here alive!
Miyamoto Yumi's voice fell into the man's ears, making him laugh. He laughed for a long time before he stopped: "As expected, they say Asians are very smart. You don't have to be afraid of this young lady, we are very good in this industry."
Follow the rules and you won't suffer too much."
As soon as he raised his hand, subordinates gathered around him. Each of those men raised their guns, as if they wanted to shoot them into a hornet's nest.
"Both of you, please remember my name - Onandi Barrow, the man who will soon take charge of the entire North American underground world."
"Oops! I even said my name!! Help——"
Miyamoto Yumi closed her eyes tightly, and she swore that at that moment she had decided whether to sink into the Pacific or be buried in a ravine after her death.
"Bang bang bang——"
Accompanied by the deafening gunshots, the wind blew up the black hair of Miyamoto Yumi's temples. The pain he expected was not confirmed, but instead, screams and cries of pain filled his ears one after another.
She opened her eyes in shock and saw the person blocking her.
By Xianxian, as usual, the Asian's slightly weak figure stood tall among the crowd of tall and powerful people. He stood calmly in front, seemingly never intimidated by the bullets aimed at them.
The gun rang out and the bullets were fired from behind them. The bullets accurately hit the person holding the gun next to them. If you look carefully, you can see that each bullet hit the center of the eyebrow and the chest. They were all killed in one hit. It was so accurate that it was frightening.
In the center of these whizzing bullets, a vacuum zone seemed to be deliberately created between Yu Xianxian and her, and no danger could come close. This sense of security cannot be described in words, but it was enough to make Yumi Miyamoto's eyes wet.
Foul, too foul, Yu Xianxian!
After clearing the scene with bullets, a group of men in black suits and ties entered the bar in an orderly manner, controlling Onandi Barro and Laura Guercia to kneel on the ground, while the others stood next to Yu Jiang and Miyamoto Yumi.
Form a covert protective stance.
"Young Master Yu Jiang." The leading man in black bowed deeply to Yu Jiang and expressed his loyalty, "My subordinate is late, please deal with it."
A snow-white cat jumped off the shoulder of the man in black, walked elegantly to Yu Jiang, and rubbed its head against his trouser leg.
Miyamoto Yumi was no longer afraid. She blinked and looked at the cat with curiosity: "It's so cute. Is this your cat?"
Yu Jiang reached out and picked up the white cat and introduced: "No, this is the cat of the owner of these guys, named Alcohol."
"Alcohol? How could someone give such a cute cat such a weird name?" Yumi Miyamoto touched Jiu's chin distressedly, making Jiu start to purr in comfort.