"I'm getting old."

Kiryu Jiro murmured.

Fatigue fills every corner of the body.

He sighed self-deprecatingly.

The corpses of more than a dozen Yakuza lay ahead in various places on the street. The only one left alive was hiding behind the trash can and shivering, his teeth chattering up and down.

Everyone is killed with one shot.

Kiryu is not an ordinary old man, he is also an extraordinary person with heroic blood. His heroic blood has awakened, and the awakened principles still flow in his blood.

His bullets always hit the mark, so it only takes about ten seconds to kill these Yakuza.

Even though it only lasted for more than ten seconds, the consumption of running the principle of the heroic spirit almost drained him of all his physical energy, making him feel even more exhausted.

"The last one..."

He raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

The bullet went to the head of the last Yakuza member as if it was automatically seeking its target.

When——!

The orange bullet was shot down, and after several bounces, it disappeared into the rain.

Kiryu Jiro looked at the person who came, he was also a yakuza, and the tie around his neck had the same pattern.

And he could feel that the other party was also a transcendent person. Otherwise, he would not be able to shoot down his bullet.

"Baichuan Group Ruotou." The visitor announced his name. He was a middle-aged man, holding an iron rod more than one meter in his hand. His whole body was powerful, and the veins under his muscles were as protruding as an earth dragon: "

I didn’t expect that there is such an old beast hiding in such an old and undeveloped old Edo.”

The old man touched the gun and said in a low voice: "You are an extraordinary person, but you are willing to hang out with these extreme people..."

"Everyone has his own ambitions." Ruotou of the Baichuan Group said casually: "It's my business where I like to be, but you have killed so many of my members. If I don't kill you, I won't be able to explain it when I go back."

Kiryu Jiro said calmly: "If I beat you to death, there won't be any more trouble in the future."

"Kill me, and the Baichuan Group will be eliminated." He said with a ferocious smile: "But if you die, that little girl will end up in a miserable way."

With a roar, the lightning illuminated the long street and also illuminated two figures.

Two gunshots rang out.

Kiryu Jiro's body fell to the ground, splashing with turbid water, and blood overflowed from his wounds, gradually dyeing the water red.

Baichuanruo shook the blood-stained iron rod and said lightly: "What a pity. You should be stronger when you are young."

He broke into the flower shop, picked up the sleeping girl, and disappeared into the night.

The old man couldn't move, his fingers were stiff, and his pupils gradually dilated and looked at the sky.

...I’m old.

Because I am too old and my body is too slow, even if I can see the flaws, my physical strength can no longer keep up with the speed of reaction. A slow second can determine life or death.

He is not afraid of death.

His hands had already been stained with countless blood. As a former executioner of the shogunate, he did not expect that he would end up well. It was already God's fault that he could live to eighty or ninety. Otherwise, how could he tolerate such a vicious behavior?

People live until now.

He is just regretful that he could not carry out his journey as a knight to the end.

Ren Xia is a thug and a villain who takes people's lives with a sharp knife. He fights evil with evil and will die when he deserves it.

But that girl is innocent.

Not being able to save her is the regret that Jiro Kiryu refuses to close his eyes and die... If he were younger, he could have saved her.

The old man is in trouble...the martyr's old age...

He did not lose to his opponent, he just lost to time. No matter how raging the fire in his heart was, it could not change his aging body.

This unwillingness and regret...

So that he could not close his eyes in the end.

From under the old man, a dark shadow stood up. The shadow solidified like a living thing, turning into a young man wearing a suit and holding a staff of civilization.

He stared at the dead old man.

Immediately, the young man slowly squatted down and pressed his right hand on the old man's chest, and the shadow gradually merged into the body of the deceased.

The corpse stood up again, the wounds began to recover, and emitted high-temperature steam, and white mist enveloped the surrounding area.

A hand parted the white mist, and the person who walked out from behind the smoke screen was no longer the aging Kiryu, but an even younger version of him. In just an instant, he returned to his thirties and returned to his peak physical condition.

And the soul controlling this body is no longer Kiryu, but an outsider.

……

Bai Yu opened his eyes. His mind was very clear, and his consciousness was equally clear. His body seemed to be his own, and every inch of his muscles was full of explosive power.

But he also knew clearly that the body he was currently using was named 'Kiriyu Takajiro', and he had already died from internal bleeding after his organs were crushed a minute ago.

He completely experienced everything about the aging Ren Xia before his death from a first-person perspective, so much so that now he accepted his body and identity without any sense of strangeness or resistance.

He usually refuses to enter the body.

But now that I have witnessed it twice in a row, I have to get used to it.

Different from the aging body that would pant after walking a few steps, the current body represents Kiryu Takajiro's peak period.

The old man undoubtedly died. With his endless regret and unwillingness.

What Bai Yu needs to do now is to continue and finish the story that he failed to finish, and turn this imperfect ending into what everyone expects.

The flaming words also appeared in his sight.

【Ren Xia · Finale】

【Destroy the Baichuan Group】

【Destiny has begun to weave, the countdown has begun】

【02:59:59】

The mission objectives are clear; the time limit is three hours.

Bai Yu originally thought that he would panic because of this sudden situation, but in fact he did not. His consciousness was very calm, as if he had withdrawn all excess sensibility.

He knows very well what he is here to do, and he will not hesitate even if he wants to pull the trigger.

But the fire in my heart still exists, as if I inherited the irresolvable anger from Kiryu.

He felt that he was more like an evil spirit at this time, an undead spirit that came to life for revenge.

Precisely because the remaining thoughts connected with the deceased old man have been inherited together, that’s why I feel like this...

Angry

Bai Yu picked up the firearm on the ground and held up a black umbrella: "The God of Death is coming to collect you."

……

At this time, old Edo and new Tokyo were in the transition period. A large number of old houses were demolished and new high-rise buildings were built.

The entire era is moving forward, and land has become the most valuable thing, and every inch of land is valuable.

Many underworld organizations also focused on the land at this time and chose to start the real estate business to make money every day.

In order to buy land from ordinary people at a lower price, they will often use any means, from threats, harassment to kidnapping. In order to force the parties to sign, it is not uncommon to chop off the hands and feet of the parties.

Everything is for profit.

A van was driving towards the intersection. Takao, a member of the Baichuan Group, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled white mist.

No one could have imagined that there would be extremely vicious gangsters in this van, and there would also be a kidnapped victim behind it.

The girl in the back seat has woken up. Her name is Nishino Kaoru. At this time, her hands and feet are tied, and a rag is stuffed into her mouth. The smell of engine oil on the rag makes her want to vomit.

After waking up, she had heard the conversation of the surviving Yakuza and knew what had just happened.

She pretended to be unconscious, but her tears were already flowing down her face, staining the dirty car mat.

How unwilling she is, how unwilling she is.

She also knew what kind of fate she would face in the future, but she couldn't even bite her tongue and commit suicide.

"Brother, I don't understand. Is it worth losing so many people just for such a little girl?"

"Of course it's not worth it for her. Even if you sell her, you won't be able to get so many lives back. This time the boat has capsized in the gutter." Takao took a puff of his cigarette and said in a flat tone: "However, we need to recruit more people.

The banning sword order implemented by the shogunate caused a large number of old samurai to lose their jobs. These people have become ronin. They are all unemployed. Without the support of the shogunate, they can only take to the streets to hang out with us. Five of these people

It is impossible for them to disappear within ten years. If a group dies, another group will be recruited. If I am still in this group, I won’t be afraid that no one will come."

The boy driving the car whispered: "What will we do with this little girl in the future?"

"Take it to the old place."

"Go directly?"

"Well..." Takao said calmly: "So many people have died for this girl, and she can't live anymore. Besides, her life is actually of little value. In fact, there is an old man above who is sick, so we discussed it with the team leader.

, using 10% of the shares in exchange for the internal organs, this girl is just the right match, originally I wanted to force her to die and remove the internal organs. Anyway, her father dared to sign anything in order to cancel those gambling debts, and the body donation certificate has been signed long ago

Now that all the procedures have been taken care of, we are just waiting for her to jump into the sea and commit suicide."

"Then if we go direct, isn't it a bit of a bad rule?"

"Idiot, so many people have died, why do you care about so many people? The old man has lost his patience and brought doctors from the black market to find them, and they also increased the price. Now they are waiting at the villa...

Otherwise, let me take action personally?" Gao Wei sneered.

At this moment, suddenly, a bright light illuminated the interior of the car.

The driver subconsciously turned his head and looked sideways. A dark car hit the side of the van, flipping it over on the spot.

The van turned around and came back again. Takao protected his head with both hands, swept away the broken glass, and grabbed the driver's arm: "Hey!"

When he was pulled over, the driver's head and face were covered with blood.

Takao looked at the source of the blood and noticed that a hole had been made in the side of the driver's head at some point.

Before being hit by a vehicle, he had already been shot in the head!

Gao Wei kicked the car door open and showed his swinging stick: "Who is this person! Get out of here!"

A dark car stood in the middle of the road. The door slowly opened, and a young man in a black suit walked out slowly, holding an old-style black pistol in his right hand.

He walked to the front of the car, and the car lights illuminated his back from behind, making the shadow very long. The heavy rain poured down, and it seemed that there was another figure wearing a gray kimono overlapping his body.

No matter how bright the light is, it can't illuminate his facial features.
Chapter completed!