Imamura Kojiro lowered his eyes and watched several of his subordinates in the distance aiming their RPGs at the Toyota Eight-Six in the center. He could already foresee how powerful the fire that would rise in a few seconds would be. Gorgeous.
"People..."
"You still have to be aware of current affairs and know clearly what can and cannot be done. If you offend the wrong person, you will be shattered to pieces."
"The Hong Kong people are looking for Jesus when they run wild in our island country."
Imamura Kojiro's lips moved slightly, and his tone seemed to be a little emotional, but also seemed to be a little regretful.
"Tou, you are right."
"Just like these gangsters in front of me, no matter how powerful Hong Kong Comprehensive Market is, they will die in your hands in the end just like those gorgeous fireworks."
Imamura Sasaki heard this and immediately echoed.
"But a few people dare to mess up the business between the president and the Eight-faced Buddha. No one in our island country dares to do it. He is a figure. Let's gather some ashes for them later. After we go back to life, we can find someone If you want to build a grave for them somewhere, don't let him become a lonely ghost."
Imamura Kojiro looked at his subordinates who were ready. He no longer turned the ring on his thumb, but put his hands behind his back and whispered instructions.
"yes."
Imamura Sasaki responded in a low voice.
At this moment, it was extremely quiet in the rainy night. However, just when the few people holding RPGs were about to pull the triggers in their hands, a manic sound of a motorcycle suddenly came from the distance.
When Imamura Kojiro heard the sound, he immediately looked in the direction of the sound. He saw dozens of men in black driving black motorcycles at his two o'clock direction heading toward them at extremely fast speeds. Coming here.
Under the pouring rain, there were countless splashes.
From the moment Imamura Kojiro heard the sound to the time he saw this group of people, they were already less than a hundred meters away from them.
"Defend!"
"Defense!!"
"Defense!!!"
Upon seeing this, Kojiro Kaimamura could no longer maintain his calm posture. He rushed out from under the cover of the umbrella and shouted at many of his subordinates.
However, it was too late.
"Da da da..."
Accompanied by the roar of the locomotive, dense bullets cut through the rain curtain and splashed towards Kojiro Kaimamura and others.
Suddenly, screams began to sound one after another.
"Buzz!"
In the horrified eyes of everyone, a black motorcycle rushed directly into the air along the rear of a car. She was seen holding a mini submachine gun and flicked it, and more than a dozen people fell to the ground.
After falling heavily from mid-air, she rushed towards the Toyota Eight-Six in the center. Just as she was approaching the Toyota Eight-Six, she flicked her tail and then stopped steadily next to the Toyota Eight-Six, followed closely by the Toyota Eight-Six. The passenger door was opened, and Long Wu's muscular body stepped out of the car. He picked up the shotgun that the other party had prepared for him, and charged towards the enemy like a Titan.
"Bang bang bang!"
The heavy shotgun was like a light toy gun in Lin Zhan's hands. He kept firing at the enemy, and the enemies he targeted often met with tragic consequences, and almost all of them died. corpse.
"This group of people seems to have angered the idiot..."
The man who first came to the Toyota Eight-Liu on a motorcycle was, of course, none other than Lei Ye, the all-powerful Mongkok man of Hong Kong Comprehensive Market.
After receiving the call, Lei Yaoyang directly came to Ding Yao and brought people to kill him immediately.
Looking at the heavily protected Kojiro Imamura, a hint of bloodthirsty flashed across Lei Yaoyang's face under his motorcycle helmet.
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
Lei Yaoyang gently turned the accelerator, and then she rushed straight towards Bei Imamura Kojiro like an arrow from the string.
"retreat!"
"Retreat immediately!"
Imamura Kojiro's heart was bleeding when he looked at the headless man who was charging straight towards him, and then at the subordinates who fell one after another around him.
These people in front of him are all elites who followed him all over the country. Now they have been hit so hard. After tonight, let alone monopolizing the noodle business in Tokyo, if this matter spreads, I am afraid that the entire society will be in crisis.
"Damn it!"
"Where did this group of people come from!"
"How can the fighting power be so fierce!"
Seeing the many subordinates who were unable to fight back because they had not done anything for their top priority, Imamura Kojiro felt frightened and angry in his heart.
"Second generation, be careful!"
Just when Imamura Kojiro was a little distracted, bursts of exclamations suddenly came from beside him, causing Imamura Kojiro to immediately focus his attention on the front again.
Unknowingly, Lei Yaoyang had broken through numerous obstacles and was heading towards him from afar with overwhelming force.
"Da da da..."
In the ring, he was driving a motorcycle with his left hand and holding a mini-submachine gun with his right hand. Every time the muzzle of his gun burst into flames, someone would fall next to Kojiro Imamura.
Bei Imamura Kojiro looked at the unstoppable Lei Yaoyang. He had always been decisive in killing, and at this moment, he inevitably felt a little fear in his heart.
His sixth sense, which had saved him many times, told him that if he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave tonight.
Imamura Kojiro gradually backed away, from the slow pace at the beginning to the fast pace at the end. However, just when he walked to the car and was about to open the door and get in, the figure that looked like a murderous god was already approaching him.
Rushed over.
"You want my life!"
"You're not qualified yet!"
Facing the opponent's pressing step by step, Bei Imamura Kojiro was irritated. He raised the gun in his hand, pointed it at Ares and pulled the trigger repeatedly. However, Lei Yaoyang, who was riding a motorcycle, was in Bei Imamura Kojiro's hands.
He showed off his snakeskin and moved in front of him, so that Kojiro Beimamura's shot at Ares failed to hit even a single shot.
"Buzz..."
Soon, all the bullets in Bei Imamura Kojiro's pistol were exhausted, and Lei Yaoyang's figure riding a motorcycle also followed.
In the last memory image of Kojiro Kaimamura's life, there was that extremely shining sword light, and then he saw a headless corpse standing there, and finally there was endless darkness.
The head was decapitated with a knife, and the head was in a different place.
Kojiro Imamura...
fall from the sky!
With Lei Yaoyang's unstoppable momentum and Long Wu's unstoppable momentum, Xiaozhuang and others in the car also followed and killed each other. Azha and others also threw a large bag of arms beside each car.
Greyhound picked up a submachine gun and fired randomly at the car that had just followed him, while also yelling strangely:
"Master Lei, don't be afraid that the paparazzi will come to help you!"
This is his first time to kill, and he is also killing for the first person who treats him as a human being. He is fearless!
"We surrender, don't kill us!"
"Run away!"
"Fight them!"
…
As Imamura Kojiro was beheaded, the Ryusei Society was immediately in disarray. Some people fought for their lives with red eyes, some had no fighting spirit and knelt down to beg for mercy, and some tried to escape.
However, there is still only one final outcome for these people, and that is death.
