Xiao Chen was making a mess on the street. When the people from the Hekou Group appeared at the door of the high-end tavern, a circle of people watching the fun gathered in the distance. When they heard that Matsukaku Ichiro was dead, everyone felt...
They were all quite excited, but they were also out of curiosity, and they all wanted to see who killed Shokaku Ichiro.
When the doors of the two cars that rushed over opened, a group of men in black samurai uniforms got out. These men came to the door of the tavern, paused briefly, and immediately rushed in. They wore wooden clogs under their feet.
The sound was chaotic, and a large group of people who followed quickly rushed in without even having time to take a breath.
The tavern was already in chaos. After learning that Shokaku Ichiro was dead, the owner, who was entertaining two geishas upstairs in the tavern, hurriedly came down from upstairs.
The boss was over 50 years old, wearing a kimono, with an expression on his face as if he were mourning for an heir. He had nothing to do with Ichiro Shoukuru dying here, and Noizumi Shoukaku would definitely kill him.
Thinking that his old life would be handed down here, the owner of the tavern was completely stunned. He knelt in front of Shoukaku Ichiro's body and whimpered like a fool.
"Bagaya Road!"
A short island man who rushed in first grabbed the tavern owner who was lying on the ground. The man looked to be in his 40s. He took a look at the corpse on the ground and confirmed that the one who died was Ichiro Matsukuru.
His expression became distorted, he raised his hand and slapped the tavern owner on the face with a big ear scraper, shouting loudly: "Where are the people, where are the murderers?"
The tavern owner was extremely frightened, "No, I don't know, I really don't know..." The voice was intermittent, like a telegram being sent.
"Baga!"
The man grabbed the tavern owner by his collar and shook it hard. The tavern owner felt like his brains were about to be shaken out. His body was as weak as a rag, and he kept saying: "I don't want to."
I know, I really don’t know.”
Uh-huh...
The man pulled out a knife and put it on the tavern owner's neck, "I don't know, then just die!" As he said that, he was about to wipe the knife down on the tavern owner's neck.
"We can't kill him first. We have to keep him here to look for clues." A tall and thin man came up from behind, "Master Yehe asked us to investigate, not to kill people. If we can't give him a
With a satisfactory answer, there is no guarantee that Lord Yehe’s anger will be burned on us as well.”
The man holding the tavern owner by the neck put away the knife. He turned back to look at the tall and lanky man, "What should we do now?"
The tall and thin man said: "Let's go see Master Yehe first and let the old guy think about it slowly."
A group of people who rushed in gathered around the body of Nohe Ichiro. Nohe Ichiro was too dead to die anymore. The blood in the blood hole on his neck had dried up and formed black scabs. His eyes were wide open.
, with his mouth wide open and full of blood, as if he was suffering from great fear and torture before his death.
The owner of the tavern did not forget his responsibilities and quickly called the few remaining employees in the tavern. It was not that these employees were loyal, but that before they had time to run away, two of them were timid, and two of them were timid.
One leg was too weak to run, and the other one wanted to take the opportunity to steal some money from the tavern, but he didn't figure out the password to the cash register, so he kept messing around there.
These three people knew something about the situation. They were all present at the time and saw with their own eyes how Lin Kun killed Yehe Ichiro, including Tongshan, Hao Zhi and the beautiful girl who were present at the time.
The boss's calves were weak. He stood tremblingly in front of the warrior of this archipelago country. After his three employees finished explaining the specific situation, he immediately added: "I really don't know how many adults. Really?"
I don’t know. Please tell Mr. Yehe the situation. This matter has nothing to do with me. If I knew that Mr. Yehe would die here, I would rather not open this tavern. A thousand dollars would be better than Mr. Yehe’s life.
It’s valuable…”
"Baga!"
The first man who rushed in grabbed the tavern owner by the collar again, with an angry and twisted expression on his face, "You have a responsibility that you cannot shirk if Mr. Yehe died in your tavern.
If you want to shirk it now, I will kill you first. Anyway, it is the three of them who know the situation, not you."
"No, don't. I am very loyal to Mr. Yehe, and the monthly protection fee is not small at all. If you really want to kill me, please explain the situation to Mr. Yehe. I
Tufeiyuan is really innocent."
"We don't know whether you are innocent or not. Then tell Ye Heda personally. If the murderer can be found tonight, maybe you can be spared from death. But if the murderer is not found, you have to be the first to die as a consolation.
The ghost of Young Master Yehe."
thump!
The tavern owner sat down on the ground. His butt was very round, and he made a loud noise. He seemed to be stupid for a moment, "Look, I'm looking, I'm looking for the murderer now... I will definitely find the murderer."
To find it, you must..."
Before the tavern owner could finish his words, a frivolous voice suddenly came from outside the door, speaking in fluent and standard island Mandarin, "There are so many people, it's so lively."
A group of more than twenty men from the island country wearing samurai uniforms all turned to look at this man. The person who dared to lean into this hellish tavern at this time must not be a normal person, and this man with an abnormal figure
He is tall and thin, with a gentle and gentle smile on his face. Behind him is a tall and burly man with a gloomy face that makes people feel nervous.
"Who are you?"
The leading man from the island nation asked with his head held high. His hand was already on the handle of the knife at his waist. At the same time, the other men from the island nation also touched their hands to the handle of the knife.
Before Lin Kun could answer, the three waiters in the tavern who had no time to escape shouted almost simultaneously: "It's him, it's him...it was him who killed Young Master Yehe!"
When these three people shouted, the expressions on the faces of a group of island men in samurai uniforms turned cold at the same time. The plump face of the tavern owner sitting on the ground suddenly showed unprecedented hope. Now he would not have to die.
.
"Kill him!"
The leader of the island country man gave an order, and the sound of drawing swords filled the air. They raised their samurai swords and rushed towards Lin Kun.
Lin Kun smiled slightly, raised his right hand and held the Desert Eagle King in his hand. He fired quickly, almost in an instant, with a series of gunshots. The Desert Eagle King only had seven bullets, but
There were eleven island warriors who fell, and a few of them had bullets piercing their bodies.
The island warriors, who were originally high-spirited and full of murderous spirit, were very confident in the knives in their hands, but the moment Lin Kun showed his gun, they all shrank back.
"Baga, you actually use a gun, you bastard who doesn't follow the spirit of the samurai sword!" The leading man from the island country roared angrily, raised his knife and pounced on Lin Kun first... (To be continued)