"How... how is it possible?" Menfan looked at his hand that was caught in the air and swallowed in a cold sweat.
"How is it possible? Strength, it's not the maximum power!" Haierrou sneered and increased her strength again. The originally loose clothes instantly showed terrifying muscle lines, and her tightening hands seemed to
It makes people hear the heartbreaking sound of bones deforming.
"Let... let go, bitch!" Menfan yelled with veins all over his face and touched his waist with his left hand. However, before the invincible dagger could be taken out, it was hooked out by a slender finger.
There was a cold light in his disbelieving eyes.
"Ara? Is this your trump card? I thought it was a robbery!" Haerrou shook her head in disappointment. With a flick of her finger, the dagger pierced the wooden pillar next to her like an arrow, and let out a pleasant sound.
Buzzing sound.
"Moreover, you actually still have time to be dazed?" Saying this, Haerrou tightened her fingers again.
"Ka" I really heard the cracking sound this time. Menfan, who was just breaking out in a cold sweat just now, was screaming and moving his head over. It seemed that he wanted to bite Hai Errou's grasping fingers with his teeth.
It's a pity that as soon as he moved, another hand grabbed his forehead. The completely different posture reminded Touma, who was standing not far behind, of a dead pig that was mechanically fastened on the ham assembly line.
"For the last time, if you go in, I will not be responsible for your safety." Haierrou turned her head and looked at Touma, then at the onlookers who looked over with curious eyes from time to time, and said with a smile: "
There are more and more spectators, so Mr. Menban, I think we should find a place where no one is around and have a good chat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Haierrou, who was full of smiles, grabbed Menfan's head like a battering ram and slammed into the vermilion door with a bang.
Bang!
Then...should I go in? When Touma was thinking this, the door that was knocked open bounced back again after hitting the wall, and closed again with a dull sound.
And inside...
Then there is no sound.
sound?
Of course there is no sound
Because the moment he walked into the door, the doorman who was used as a stepping stone was already bleeding and passed out, and there was only one person who happened to see this scene.
"Ginji? Baga! What are you doing!" This careless guy who walked over just yelled angrily, and Heerrou grabbed his throat and lifted him up. He was still holding his head with his left hand and dragging the guy who was probably named
Although he is a disciple of Ginji, his movements are still too fast for this guy to dodge.
No, it's not fast...
But it was an extremely terrifying reaction speed. As soon as the guy tilted his head, Haerrou had already adjusted the trajectory of his hand, as if he had bumped into him, and naturally grabbed his throat.
"Can you please shut up? I'm a civilized person." Haierrou smiled and dropped the unconscious Menfan in her left hand. She stretched out her right little finger and lightly hooked it, and the crack that no one else could observe was cracked.
A large hole with a diameter of half a meter was opened, and as soon as he loosened his hand and pressed it, the whimpering and struggling guy disappeared into the air, as if.
It never existed.
Except for a leather shoe that fell to the ground in a struggle.
"You really have no quality. You still have to throw away the garbage after leaving? MD, and your feet smell." Haierrou was dissatisfied and slapped her hand in front of her nose, then kicked the leather shoe away more than ten meters away, in front of her.
There was a muffled bang on the door, and then the man on the ground was sent in like a cat.
"Perfect, perfect!" Haierrou clapped her hands, wanting to see the status of the two people in the crack, but heard the door creaking: "You guys!"
"Are you so impatient?!" Haierrou sneered, rushed over, took out a coin from his trouser pocket, and smashed the light bulb into pieces on the ground with a bang.
Of course, the person who opened the door couldn't see this scene.
When the door opened, there was no one in the corridor, leaving only glass shards on the floor and a stinky leather shoe on the ground in front of the door.
The guy who opened the door pinched his nose and picked up the shoes. After looking at them, he shouted angrily: "Hey, Yokohama! Do you need the team leader to punch a hole in your head? You actually took off your shoes here!?"
"Yokohama?"
“Yokohama!”
"Yokohama, where are you bastard? If you don't come out and give me an explanation, I'm going to put this thing in your eyes!" The guy shouted angrily and walked forward along the corridor.
Of course... no one answered.
"Boom!" The door behind him suddenly closed. When he turned around, a figure had already approached him with a smile. In the dim light, only two sharp teeth and eyes were shining faintly.
Damn it! Just when he was about to shout, he felt his mouth being pinched, like a piece of rotten wood being pressed by a hydraulic press, and he made a sound of teeth grinding. He was usually known on the street for being mean, cold, and indifferent to life.
He suddenly understood the feelings of those whose fingers he cut off inch by inch with a knife, and tears flowed down like rivers.
Help!!! No matter who it is, whether it is Buddha, Jesus, or Tasikai.けて!たすけて!!!! I am wailing in my heart and losing consciousness.
"Tch, you're actually crying?!" Haierrou looked disgusted, pulled off the wet gloves, wiped the remaining tears on her hands, and threw them away as if she were throwing away something disgusting.
It wasn't until he observed the situation in the crack that he laughed heartily: "Samples, plus the dozens of samples inside, in this way we can know in any case what will happen if the cardboard transformed by Disani is pulled out.
What's the result? So, scum, dedicate your lives, eon!"
Of course, the guys in the room didn't know anything about what was happening outside.
Although I was a little curious as to why Kashima Yokohama and Sakagami Izaya, who had gone out before, didn't come back for half a day, but did I mean to go out specifically for them?
Forget it, everyone has their own work! Whether it is checking the account books, checking the 'shipments', sorting out the information of the recent new employees, or discussing which loan sharks need to be recovered and by what means
Take it back. In short, we don't have time to share with two guys who don't know each other very well. You know, since the government introduced the "violence law", everyone's life has become more and more difficult!
I heard that the Yamaguchi-gumi actually set up their headquarters less than a hundred meters away from the police station? There is also a sign hanging at the door that says, 'We do not allow child labor, do not sell drugs, and do not litter with cigarette butts.' That's extremely outrageous.
They have lost all their spirit!
Fortunately, I didn't join back then. Otherwise, I don't know how embarrassing it would be now. It's better to be in the Zhenfeng group! The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. They sell fans and collect protection fees. If it's okay, they can still take advantage of some people when they can't pay the loan sharks.
Speaking of which, the wife and daughter had sex for free. Yesterday, the girl looked very decent. She was called in by the team leader and hasn’t come out yet. It’s really heart-wrenching...
A guy with triangular eyes and a gloomy face was thinking wildly while showing a disgusting and lustful smile. He seemed to have completely forgotten how embarrassed he was when he applied for membership and was rejected by the Yamaguchi-gumi.
"Hey, Hegoro! What are you thinking about? The 'medicine money' on West Street has only been checked halfway! Bastard!" The guy sitting opposite Triangle Eyes knocked on the table angrily, but in exchange
A few complaints.
"What, Miyamoto Tatsu! What is all this? We are the Yakuza, right? Now we are sitting here settling accounts like accountants? Then why did I drop out of school to become the Yakuza!" He Ben
Goro said dissatisfiedly, waving his hands in the air as if grabbing something: "Jida, you should be outside with your samurai sword and show your 'benevolence and righteousness', and use your righteousness to influence those pigs!"
"Oh? Is that so?" A cold, low and sultry female voice suddenly rang in Heben's ears unexpectedly.
"Of course it is! We are the Ultimate!" Kazumoto, who was addicted to fantasy, was still waving his non-existent samurai sword, conquering those outside with the 'Samurai Spirit' and 'The Ultimate Justice'.
'Pig', oh, no, look at his bulging lower body...
Maybe there are more ways to conquer in his imagination?
Well, after all, men will always have some unrealistic fantasies.
Miyamoto Satoshi, who was sitting opposite him, had already stood up in surprise. Looking at the woman standing at the door wearing long sleeves and trousers, he said in surprise: "Who are you! Where is Takeshiro Ginji? How did he let you go?"
Come in!"
It was like a signal, attracting a lot of attention.
"Gentlemen~" Haierrou smiled and kicked the bookcase full of materials next to it and knocked it against the door: "Now, without anyone disturbing us, we can have a good communication."
"What are you going to do!"
"Asshole! That's information that was just sorted out!"
"Invasion! Invasion!"
The group of people who finally reacted started shouting. 3
"Ahhhhh! It's so annoying! It would be great if there was support from Saya's material printer!" Haierrou said, punching the first guy who came over with his fist.
Maybe it's because of his image? He didn't even use weapons. Heerrou looked at the group of big men who were following and sneered. He grabbed the table next to him and tore it apart, and a thick table leg with a tenon joint appeared.
In her hand, with the sound of solid wood cracking, the sprint momentum of the group suddenly slowed down.
It would be great if there was a material printer! A shock bomb would be enough to capture all the rabble, right? Even if that doesn't work, tear gas and gas masks, or using riot charges against civilians are also good choices!
If you want to capture something alive, whether it's a justice rifle, a knight's charge rifle, a peacemaker's self-defense rifle, or a camper's sniper rifle, you can carry these large-caliber and high-power weapons used against foreigners.
It is almost impossible for the people who arrive to be alive, and they will not be of any use at all!