"It turns out that he is a person who practices Japanese swordsmanship, but he can fight with me..." After retreating seven or eight meters, Alessandro stood still, with a solemn look on his face.
When they were in the Siberian training camp, there was someone who was responsible for teaching them how to use weapons and equipment, and that person was a Japanese swordsman master.
Therefore, Alejandro knew very well that although his ability to fight with bare hands was very strong, he would still suffer a disadvantage when meeting someone who was proficient in weapons. After all, flesh and blood could not compete with sharp blades.
Of course, Alejandro is not afraid of people who use weapons. The weapon also depends on who is holding it. When he was in New York a few months ago, he personally tore apart a Japanese with a knife.
Although the man in front of him was stronger than the man with the knife, Alejandro believed that when he took his giant ax in his hand, he would be able to split the man in half alive.
As an elite who came out of the Siberian training camp, Alejandro is naturally very skilled in the use of cold weapons. His weapon is a huge ax. This was the weapon he chose when he participated in the unrestricted fighting competition.
At that time, Alessandro, who used a giant axe, was invincible, and every fight was very violent and bloody, which many people still remember. There was even a rich man who died of a heart attack because he couldn't stand the excitement.
In the stands of the fighting arena.
"If you want to fight, come up and I'll behead you with this sword!"
Nakagawa, who thrust out his sword, did not pursue Alejandro, but stood proudly on the spot, grazing the blade of the sword with his fingers, a look of disdain in his eyes.
Although he has not yet reached the master's level of swordsmanship, Nakagawa is proud of himself.
Nakagawa once used a sword to block three bullets fired from a pistol during a kendo performance. He is known as the most outstanding kendo genius in Japan today.
Moreover, as the most proud disciple of the Japanese kendo master Kikujiro, Nakagawa is not a rookie who has never seen blood, but a swordsman named Yamaguchi-gumi who has experienced several life-and-death battles. Almost all of his territory in Southeast Asia was conquered by his men.
However, the landscape of Southeast Asia is too small after all. Nakagawa has always wanted to get involved in Europe and the United States and build the Yamaguchi-gumi into the world's number one gang organization.
This time, Nakagawa took advantage of the opportunity of the Gambling King Contest in Las Vegas to come to the United States. It was nominally for tourism, but in fact, he came to inspect the American market under the instruction of the Yamaguchi-gumi executives.
This is also the reason why he was able to slap Yamamoto so that he did not dare to complain. This trip to Nakagawa was a bit like an imperial envoy, and he even had the right to remove Yamamoto from his post.
"Behead me? Boy, I'm going to break your neck..."
There was a crazy look in Alessandro's eyes. If he hadn't been afraid of being watched by Hongmen, he would have almost taken action to kill this arrogant boy right now.
"Mr. Nakagawa, I think... it's better to wait until tomorrow to kill him in the ring."
After receiving several slaps, Yamamoto stepped forward and said carefully in Japanese: "Alejandro is now the leader of the New York Mafia. If we can kill him in the ring, then the New York Mafia will not fight."
Collapsed."
The reason why Yamamoto dared to say a fight yesterday was because he knew that Nakagawa was in Las Vegas. Otherwise, even ten Yamamotos would not be Alejandro's opponent.
"Well, what you said makes sense..." After hearing what Yamamoto said, Nakagawa nodded and said, "Yamamoto-kun, you will be the one to arrange tomorrow's affairs!"
"Mr. Nakagawa, you just let him go just because he insulted you?" Suddenly, a voice with a bit of a Hokkaido accent sounded from behind the Yamaguchi-gumi crowd.
"Who's talking, Baga?" After hearing that person's words, Yamamoto's face became extremely ugly.
You must know that within their organization, the hierarchy is very strict. When you are talking to Nakagawa, others are not qualified to interrupt.
Now that someone is interjecting unscrupulously, it means that Yamamoto neglects to discipline his subordinates, which is nothing at ordinary times, but in front of Nakagawa, it is undoubtedly a very embarrassing thing for Yamamoto.
But before Yamamoto finished speaking, the voice just now shouted loudly: "The Italians insulted Mr. Nakagawa, and you want to let Mr. Nakagawa wash away his shame tomorrow. This is disrespectful to me!"
"Baga, who the bastard is, come out!"
This time, not only Yamamoto was furious, but Nakagawa's expression also changed. Japanese people take honor very seriously, and if what that man said were spread, it would indeed have a bad impact on him.
"Brothers, when the Italians insult Lord Nakagawa, they are equivalent to humiliating Lord Kikujiro. Let's fight him!"
The voice was coming from left to right. Not to mention that Yamamoto couldn't find anyone. Even though the voice sounded Japanese around him, he didn't find out who was shouting.
However, that person escalated the incident again, and even implicated Kikujiro who was staying at the Japanese headquarters. This made Nakagawa's face turn a little dark, and he stared back and forth looking for the speaker.
As the head coach of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Kikujiro is as existence-like as the Emperor of Japan and a god-like figure in the minds of these Japanese gang disciples.
When the man grabbed Kikujiro, the Japanese behind Yamamoto also began to get ready to move, and the muzzles of their guns that had been lowered were raised again.
"Don't worry, put down your guns!" Yamamoto saw the angry expressions on his men's faces and couldn't help but become anxious.
To be able to become the general person in charge of the Yamaguchi-gumi in the United States, Yamamoto is not a completely useless fool. On the contrary, he is extremely economical and the idea of ​​exchanging money for territory was first proposed by him.
However, Yamamoto's personal force was somewhat inferior. In some actions that required the use of force to fight for territory, he failed repeatedly. This is why the senior officials of the Yamaguchi-gumi were not satisfied with him.
Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, Yamamoto fell into his old habit again and tried his best to stop his men. He also wanted to find the person who was secretly instigating the fight and slap him hard in the face.
"Kill the Italians, kill the Russian bastard!"
But before Yamamoto could find the person who spoke with a Hokkaido accent, the situation in the venue suddenly changed. At the same time as the slogan sounded, a gunshot also rang out.
As the gunfire rang out, an Italian mafia member who was standing opposite and confronting the Yamaguchi-gumi had a blood hole in the middle of his eyebrows. The huge impact caused his huge body to fall back heavily.
This sudden shot broke the hornet's nest. There was no trust between the two gangs in the first place, and they were both wary of each other. Now someone fired, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
"Fight back, fight back, damn, the Japanese are all crazy!"
Several small mafia bosses were also shouting loudly. They took out pistols from their arms and started shooting at the Japanese. Some people were shot and fell to the ground, letting out shrill screams.
"How...how could this happen?"
Yamamoto, who was originally standing at the front of the team, was fortunately pulled to the rear by his men and was not shot in the first round. However, Yamamoto, who always liked waving dollars to talk about things, was shocked by the scene in front of him.
stunned.
"Asshole, is this how you restrain your subordinates?"
Standing on the side of Yamamoto, Nakagawa slapped Yamamoto hard on the face. At the same time, he raised the sword in his hand and shouted: "Kill them, Yamaguchi-gumi warriors, kill these Italian guys..."
"Get up, you should command your men to fight instead of lying on the ground."
Nakagawa, who was about to rush forward, suddenly found Yamamoto lying on the ground. He couldn't help but feel furious, and stepped forward and grabbed Yamamoto's neck.
"Huh? Dead?"
When Nakagawa grabbed the lapel of Yamamoto's neck, he discovered that Yamamoto's right eye was gone. A bullet had entered from here, and there was a bloody hole in the back of his head.
The gunshot wound on Yamamoto's face also woke Nakagawa out of his frenzy. No matter how good his swordsmanship was, he might not be able to block the bullets fired from all directions. Thinking of this, Nakagawa quickly lowered his body and walked towards the woods behind him.
Hide away.
This is not the European battlefield during the Anglo-Prussian War, where teams on both sides lined up and fired guns at each other. In the eyes of modern people, this is simply an idiotic act due to lack of oxygen to the brain.
So not only Nakagawa, but also the members of the Yamaguchi-gumi and the mafia who were shot, also realized this and scattered one after another and found bunkers around them.
"fwekfwck why is this happening? Are the Japanese crazy?"
Also dodging bullets was Alessandro. He still hasn't figured out why the Japanese suddenly opened fire.
Alessandro does not understand Japanese, so in his opinion, after Nakagawa has restrained his men, the next thing that will happen is negotiation, and the two parties will jointly agree on the arena match.
But just when Alejandro was about to step forward, gunfire suddenly rang out.
Moreover, random shots were fired at him. If Alessandro hadn't been in battle for a long time, he ducked down and rolled back the moment the gunshot sounded, he would have been beaten to a pulp by now.
However, although he escaped, the mafia's losses were greater than those of the Yamaguchi-gumi. The reason was that the Yamaguchi-gumi fired first. In the first round of shooting, five or six mafiosi were defeated.
Party member.
This also made Alejandro furious. While retreating, he picked up one of his guns and raised his wrist. Several Japanese people on the opposite side who had no time to find cover suddenly fell to the ground with a gun between their eyebrows.
"Kill them all, kill all these Japanese!"
After killing several people in a row, Alejandro went crazy. As a mixed-blood Italian and Russian, he hated people calling him a Russian bastard. But just now, someone from the Yamaguchi-gumi shouted such words.
