"Silo, why did they stop the car?"

"I don't know!"

"Do you think it's strange? Murakami-kun called us to catch the living. The president sent someone to inform us to try his best to catch the living and we must not let them run away. Shiro, who do you think we will listen to?"

"I don't know either."

"Then are we going to catch our lives or not?"

"Are you upset? Don't ask me, I don't know anything. If you want to catch me, just go, I won't go anyway."

"Then I won't go either." Inoue knew that Shiro's little head was more clever than himself, and he didn't make any money with the credit that he could get. There must be a reason.

Shiro and Inoue can be said to have followed Murakami’s old man for a while. He was sent by Murakami to guard the intersection and usually acted as a secret stake.

Silang has always been able to avoid the things that are being fooled by the above, but he cannot avoid them and tried every means to avoid them. For example, now, after hearing these two completely different commands, his head began to run wildly. In the end, he became like this, blocking the car at the intersection, leaving a crack that could pass through a car. He lay on his own side and down the well in the grass on the side of the road, looking up at the stars.

Although the moonlight was sparse tonight and there were no stars at all, Shiro was still watching it very excitedly.

Although he was relaxed on the surface, he was so anxious that he was in a panic. If you don’t leave a way out, do you have to seek death?

If Xiaofeng knew that the person guarding was so thoughtful, he would have to be so cautious? Damn, he would have rushed over with a swagger.

"Sakuragi, the people behind us are catching up with you. What should I do?" Although Takeda Katsuo leaned in Akiho's arms with pleasure, his eyes glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.

Xiaofeng glanced at the lights in the rearview mirror, and estimated the distance between the pursuers from here in his heart. In fact, he was also anxious. The guards should have rushed up long ago when they saw their car. Why haven't they heard any movement for so long?

Could it be that no one is guarding it?

Just thinking.

suddenly.

Two figures emerged from the grass on the roadside.

call!

Sure enough, someone guarded it.

Xiaofeng concentrated his mind and looked carefully. He found that the two figures seemed to have guns in their hands. He couldn't help but feel a sudden sigh in his heart, "Haruko, be prepared, let's rush over."

"Silo, are you sure you are not wrong? We will not lose our lives when we walk over like this?" Minyu muttered nervously.

"Be careful, it's okay. Follow my orders, don't shoot without my permission."

"Well, I know." Inoue only felt sweating in his palms. He thought to himself: Shiro is so brave, no wonder he got the trust of Murakami.

"Huh? Sakuragi-kun, why are they going so slowly? Will there be any conspiracy?" According to common sense, shouldn't we bend their car with guns at their car, threaten them to get out of the car, subdue them, and wait for the pursuers behind to come and take credit?

Xiaofeng didn't understand what the two figures were doing. Although they had guns in their hands, the barrel was downward, and it seemed that there was no intention of shooting.

Could it be that the Japanese invented some new tactics?

The lights in the rearview mirror were getting closer and closer, and the two figures were getting closer and closer, only a few steps away from Xiaofeng and the others' cars.

"Haruko, turn on the lights and speed up to rush over."

Takeda Katsuo had already made preparations, and the only left headlight was suddenly lit up. While the two people who were photographing couldn't open their eyes, they stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out quickly.

"Downhole, be careful." Seeing the car rushing towards the two of you, but the underground was unresponsive and stood there in a daze. Silang couldn't help but curse the waste, and quickly pushed the underground with his palm, but he was scratched by the speeding car.

A few rolling down the well on the ground. Seeing that Shiro, who was so lucky that he was "hit to fly", he was suddenly anxious and got up from the ground with a gurgle and ran over quickly, "Silang, are you okay?"

Shiro said 'weak', "It's okay, how are you?"

Seeing Silang's anger in the underworld, bloodshot was hanging on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help but feel extremely sad and angry. He raised his gun and pointed it at the car that was leaving.

"Downhole, don't shoot."

"Silo."

"Listen to me."

There was a loud bang.

The two cars blocked at the intersection were hit and fell, and the front of the cars were shrunk.

"Downhole, now you can shoot."

"Silo, the car is gone, what's the use of shooting? It's wasting bullets."

Siro shouted with a stern face, "If you ask you to shoot, you will shoot. Where did so much nonsense come from?"

Dada dada...

I felt angry in my heart and kept firing the bullets in the magazine before I stopped.

Except for a few shots on the rear of the escaped car and sparked a few sparks, the hair was not hit.

Inoue threw the gun on the ground angrily, "Shiro, they ran away. Will Murakami punish us?"

"No, we have tried our best." Shiro smiled and said in a slight way.

Inoue was stunned. He looked at the front of the car that was not shaped, and then looked at Shiro who was 's angry and scattered'. He suddenly realized, "Yes, we have done our best."

"By the way, Shiro, do you still have bullets? Why don't you give me some?"

"Mysterious, you won't punch the face and pretend to be a lame?"

Bang!

Inoue didn't say anything, punching him in the face. Silang was stunned, "You... why are you using such great force?"

"No need to force, you won't bleed."

"Actually, you will also bleed when you use your fingers to pick your nose."

"Uh? Siro, why didn't you say it earlier?"

“…”

Shiro sighed that he had never seen such a stupid person before. It was a miracle to live until now.

"Baga, you actually let go of the person the president wants to arrest. Idiots are simply useless. Why don't you die?" Murakami looked at Shiro and Minyu who were dejected and blood flowing on their faces, and couldn't help but curse. Although his tone was stern, there was no murderous aura in his eyes, and there was even a hint of praise. Shiro, Shiro, it's worth me to cultivate you like this. Humph! Yoshikawa, you underestimate me too much and want me to be slandered. Murakami is not that stupid.

"Murakami, we have done our best."

"Baga!"

"Oh, Murakami, the two brothers have indeed tried their best, so don't scold them anymore. It's just that chasing them quickly." It's not that the man surnamed Jia is kind, but he is a pragmatist and he runs away. Even if he kills these two unscrupulous guys, it's useless.

"Jun Jia is right. You guys, move the car away quickly and don't block the way." After Murakami ordered, he said fiercely to the dejected two people, "Get back and wait for punishment, you don't need you here."

"Hi!"

"Get into the car and continue chasing." The man surnamed Jia couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw Murakami being slow and gave orders for Murakami.

"Sakuragi-kun, did you get through so easily?" After getting on the highway and driving out for a long time, Takeda Katsuo didn't believe it.

Xiaofeng was also puzzled, "Yes, why is it so easy? Is there a trap ahead?"

"Don't worry about it, find a phone call to my father and ask him to pick me up."

"Do you have great confidence in your father?"

"Haha..." Takeda Katsuo laughed dryly for a few guilty words, stuck out his tongue, staring at the front without looking sideways, "Sakuragi, where are you going after returning to the city?"

"Of course I'm going home."

"Oh?" Takeda Katsuo's eyes lit up, "Do you buy or rent a house? Do you live alone? How long will you stay in Japan?"

"Please don't look at me when you speak. I'll be scared."

"Sakuragi, you really hate it. Are I that ugly?" Takeda Katsuo pouted in dissatisfaction.

Xiaofeng shouted unjustly, "I mean you look at the road and be careful of overturning."

"Hi...Sakuragi Kun is such a timid guy."

......

"Baga." Yoshikawa smashed the phone to pieces in a rage.

"President calms down."

"Murakami is simply a waste, and he can't even do this little thing." Yoshikawa stomped around the house anxiously, and heavy footsteps kept hitting Watanabe's heart lying on the ground. There was a precedent for the president to behead the innocent person in anger. Watanabe didn't want to be the next innocent person.

"Watanabe."

Watanabe's body trembled and his head was buried lower. "President, please give me instructions. Watanabe will do his best."

"Yeah. Get up."

Watanabe hurriedly got up from the ground.

"come over."

Yoshikawa put his mouth to Watanabe's ear and muttered, patting Watanabe's shoulder earnestly and said, "If this matter is done, what awaits you will be glory and wealth, and you will be able to take over the position of Murakami. If it is not done well, you don't have to come back to see me. As a samurai, you should know what to do."

"Hey, President, please rest assured, Watanabe swears to complete the task to the death." Watanabe was surprised and happy at this time. As the saying goes, wealth and honor are in danger, but now the opportunity is really here. However, the corresponding risk is also very great. The president actually wants... If things are exposed, what kind of bloody storm will be in Tokyo.

"After finishing the work, I will bring Murakami to see me." On the phone just now, the meaning in Jia Jun's words seemed unusual. It was said on the open and secret that Murakami had the intention to let Takeda Katsuo run away. Murakami, the timid and cowardly, was so bold and arrogant that Yoshikawa gritted his teeth.

"President, are you going to die or live?" Watanabe looked at Yoshikawa's face carefully.

Yoshikawa cursed with a grudge, "Of course, idiot, you have to live, otherwise how could you explain to Nao Takeda?"

Saoga! Watanabe suddenly realized, "Hey, President, I'll do it now."

"Wait." Yoshikawa called Watanabe.

Watanabe bowed, "What else do the president have to give?"

Yoshikawa stared at Watanabe and looked at him hard until he saw that his forehead was filled with cold sweat and he was uncomfortable, and then he nodded and sneered, "Remember, your family is under my control. Don't learn any tricks from Murakami. Otherwise, don't blame me for being so mean."

"Hi!"

"This knife is my personal favorite thing, and I'm giving it to you now. If you can't complete the task, you can use this knife to kill yourself!"
Chapter completed!