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Chapter 256 It seems that my cousin failed to protect you today

The train continued to move forward on the track. As time went by, most of the passengers had got off the train, and there were fewer and fewer people in the carriage.

However, the car Zheng Jirong was in was exactly the opposite.

At this time, the seats around him were filled with killers of different heights, fatness, and skin colors. Although they had various purposes when they first got on the train, now they all have a common goal - to kill White Death!

"Twenty thousand"

"bump!"

The princess happily touched the cards, then played an extra piece of cake and went out.

"Hey, isn't one cake enough?" Zheng Jirong picked up the cake she played, then poured the mahjong in front of him and said lightly: "Big four happiness, clear in front of the door, right to paste, mixed color, Five hidden bars, five flowers, a total of one hundred and sixty times!"

"After all, you owe me a total of sixteen million U.S. dollars now!"

"What should I say, cash or card?"

The princess looked blankly at the mahjong tiles in front of Zheng Jirong. After being stunned for a while, she suddenly pushed the mahjong tiles in front of her and said aggrievedly: "Damn it, you guys are bullying me too much!"

"It's just a game of mahjong, how could I lose so much money!"

"Hey, hey, hey." The two brothers Lemon and Tangerine, who had already made up their minds to hug Zheng Jirong's thighs, quickly stopped them when they saw this: "Don't mess around. It was obviously your suggestion that you were too bored and wanted to have some fun. How could you lose money?" What about relying on others?"

"I"

The princess was speechless. She didn't know she could lose so much money with a game of mahjong!

Thinking of this, she glanced hard at Zheng Jirong, who was sitting next to her. Not only was this guy able to get a card inexplicably every time, but he never confused other people's cards, only hers. It was obvious that he was playing a trick. Trap her!

It's very possible, after all, he provides mahjong. Who is a good person who would bring a pair of mahjong with him when he goes out?

Just when she was struggling to find an excuse to escape the debt, Zheng Jirong said: "It doesn't matter if you don't have money now, won't you have it when your father dies? Remember to pay it back then, and I won't charge you interest."

"Oh"

Glancing at this child with antisocial personality, Zheng Jirong suddenly felt sympathy for the White Death God.

Not only was his son poisoned to death on this train, but his only remaining daughter turned out to be a black-hearted man.

Because the White Death God favors boys over girls, the princess always wanted to prove herself in front of her father. After thinking about it, the girl finally thought of a good way, which was to kill her father, the White Death God, with her own hands.

To this end, she came up with a series of seamless plans and waited to implement them when she saw the White Death at the terminal. As a result, the train was only halfway through, but she was inexplicably involved in Zheng Jirong's actions.

Fortunately, the process is tortuous, but the goals are the same.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but light up a cigarette and secretly told himself that he must not favor boys over girls in the future, otherwise he would never know when his daughter would trick him.

Speaking of which, the train management in Japan is really user-friendly. The group played mahjong for a long time without any stewards coming to disturb them. Moreover, the smoke alarm did not go off when smoking. Zheng Jirong even suspected that the train was They are not the only ones here.

Just as he was thinking about this, the train door suddenly opened, and a black woman dressed as a conductor walked towards them angrily.

Zheng Jirong originally thought that she came here to give a fine and a warning, and was about to ask Amiao to throw a pile of money and send her away, but the woman suddenly shouted angrily:

"I have been ambushing you outside for so long, but you stay here playing mahjong?!"

"We are almost at the terminal, and you are still so leisurely and contented! Is there any mistake?"

Zheng Jirong asked with a strange expression on his face when he saw this: "Are you the killer who uses poison?"

"That's right!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a syringe slipped out of the woman's sleeve. She pointed the needle at the neck of the princess closest to her and said in a deep voice: "Hand over the box to me! Otherwise, I will kill this woman now!"

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"I'm not kidding! This syringe contains a tube full of African tree snake venom. If the person who is poisoned does not have an antidote, he will bleed to death from his orifices in a few seconds!"

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Zheng Jirong was silent for a while, thinking that the princess still owed him more than [-] million, and said calmly: "The girl you threatened is the daughter of the White Death God. You probably won't be able to escape if you kill her, but speaking of which, I think you should Don’t be afraid of Death in vain, after all, his son was just killed by you, so..."

"His son?"

The female killer said in confusion: "When did I kill the son of the White Death God? Since I got in the car, I have just killed the idiot who followed these two guys to protect the box."

".That idiot is the son of the White Death."

After hearing Lemon and Tangerine's explanation, the female killer's face tightened, and then she gritted her teeth and cursed: "Don't eat the sour radish!"

Zheng Jirong couldn't complain about the development of this story. Although he didn't know what was going on, he now had a vague feeling that this must be the plot of a movie he had never seen.

Otherwise, how could such a coincidence happen?

He then said in a clichéd tone: "The White Death is at the terminal. If you kill his son, he will never spare you. How about changing the mission and come with us to kill the White Death."

After the female killer remained silent for a while with a sullen face, she nodded to the princess and said, "What should I do with this woman? She is the daughter of the White Death. Do you want to kill her and silence her?"

"No, she also joined the gang to kill her father."

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"How do I know if you guys lied to me? Maybe you are all... Well, it turns out you are the director." After seeing the gold coin on Zheng Jirong's fingertips, the female killer stopped her questioning instantly.

She took back the syringe in her hand, lowered her head slightly and said, "I am the registered killer of the Continental Hotel in New York, Venomous Bee."

"Well, if you believe it, just find a place to sit down. We will arrive at the terminal soon."

"Okay okay."

Not long after Venomous Bee sat down, the high-speed train suddenly slowed down and slowly stopped at a station.

Upon seeing this, Lemon, Tangerine and others suddenly stood up from their seats. They loaded their pistols expressionlessly, then took out the daggers from their waists and held them under the guns.

Just when they were about to rush out, they suddenly saw the rest of the people looking at them curiously. The two of them asked in puzzlement: "Don't you want the Death in vain? Why are you so motionless?"

The poisonous bee said to them as if they were fools: "The next stop is the terminal, why are you two in such a hurry?"

"Oh, thank you." The two raised their hands sheepishly and sat back in their seats.

At this time, an old man wearing a kimono and holding a sword came in from the platform. He first glanced at the Japanese man sitting at the edge, and then said to Zheng Jirong: "Excuse me, Mr. Zheng. The dog didn't delay your plan, did it?"

Zheng Jirong glanced at the old man. He had seen this old guy before at the meal the Three-King Group treated him to. He seemed to be one of the elders of the Three-King Group. He heard Cao Gao say that all his brothers died at the hands of the White Death. , so he and the White Death have sworn hatred.

Zheng Jirong shook his head and raised his hand to signal him to sit down. As for how this guy came and how his son hooked up with the princess, Zheng Jirong didn't bother to figure it out.

There were only three or four people when I set out, but after taking a train, the number of people suddenly doubled several times.

ten minutes later.

The Shinkansen terminal, on the platform of Kyoto Station.

There is no ordinary passenger here at this time. The platform is filled with men wearing dark suits and black devil masks. Each of them holds a variety of weapons in their hands, such as machetes, clubs, and samurai. knife

As for the dozen or so people in front of the queue, each of them had a submachine gun hanging on his chest, looking indifferently at a train that was slowly coming this way in the distance on the track.

After a while, the train slowly stopped at the platform.

When the car door opened, no one came out. Behind the crowd, a man wearing a red devil mask saw this, waved his hand and shouted: "Go up! Kill everyone you see!"

"Oh!!!"

After hearing the White Death's order, this group of people waved their weapons and rushed straight into the train door. In just a few dozen seconds, everyone rushed in!

The originally crowded platform suddenly became empty, leaving only the White Death wearing a blood-red devil mask standing alone on the platform.

inside the train.

As soon as one of the White Death's men entered Zheng Jirong's carriage, a bullet shot through his forehead instantly!

When Ladybug saw this, she looked at Amiao in surprise, who had never spoken a word, "So accurate?!"

"Haha", A Miao smiled indifferently, and bullets were fired out from the muzzle of his gun. Each bullet could accurately take away a life.

At the same time, Lemon and others also found bunkers, aimed at the White Death's men and pulled the triggers in their hands. As professional killers at the high table, their survival was good marksmanship.

The people who beat the White Death were defeated step by step!

Just then, a strong man in a vest walked out from behind the crowd holding a machine gun in both hands. With his roar, bullets were immediately released from the muzzle of the gun!

The ferocious firepower instantly overwhelmed everyone and made them unable to lift their heads!

Zheng Jirong, who was sitting leisurely in the corner where the two carriages met, was thinking about whether to take action when a meteor hammer tied with a chain suddenly roared out from under a car seat! He slammed into the strong man's face!

The moment he retreated in pain, the meteor hammer suddenly swung back from behind his head and tied tightly around his neck!

Kuriyama Chiaki, dressed in student uniform, jumped up from under the car seat instantly, with a flash of sword in mid-air, and the strong man's head was cut off directly! Only a headless torso spurting out blood was left standing on the ground!

When Ladybug, who was closest to her, saw this, she rolled over, raised the machine gun that had fallen to the ground, turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger at the enemy crowded behind the car door!

The attack and defense suddenly changed, and more than a dozen heads were harvested in a few seconds!

Taking advantage of this moment, brothers Wu Liushou and Wen Tailai took off their shirts in an instant. They walked left and right and rushed into the crowd in another carriage. The person at the front was killed by this division before he could even shoot. The brothers rushed to the front quickly!

Wu Liu's fully charged punch hit the man's chest, instantly knocking him several meters away and knocking him over hard, knocking him over four or five times before he stopped!

Then the two of them used their fists and kicks, and in the blink of an eye, all the enemies in the entire carriage were beaten until they were spread out on the ground without any human form!

Kuriyama Chiaki, who was originally planning to show off to Zheng Jirong, immediately gave up his thoughts after seeing this. These two devil musclemen were too fierce.

At first glance, he doesn't look like a normal person. He probably doesn't know how to take medicine.

As Zheng Jirong expected, the battle did not last long. A few minutes later, the carriages in front and behind them were covered with blood from mutilated limbs and corpses with miserable death conditions.

After the gunshots and roars completely dissipated, Zheng Jirong slowly stood up from his seat, turned his head and looked at the bloody hell-like scenes in the carriages on both sides, and couldn't help but sigh:

"The White Death deserves to be damned. He caused such a harm to a good train. Can't he wait until we get off the train before attacking?!"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at several people in the team. Several of them had been shot or stabbed several times in the back, but it didn't look like they were fatally injured. At least they could still stand up.

Zheng Jirong smiled at them and said, "Don't worry. Once you go out and kill the White Death God, I will send someone to take you to the hospital, and you too."

He pointed his finger at the lemon that had been stabbed in the stomach, frowned and said, "Hurry up and get some clothes to cover your stomach. I can see your intestines. Why do you want to disgust the White Death to death?"

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on the platform.

As soon as Zheng Jirong stepped out of the car door, he saw a man wearing a blood-red devil mask staring at him, and on both sides of the man.

There were also a dozen masked men carrying machine guns and submachine guns, staring at him eagerly!

Lemon and others who followed Zheng Jirong were immediately pale when they saw this scene. When they looked through the car window before, Death was the only one on the platform. Why did so many gunmen appear all of a sudden?

If I had known better, I wouldn’t have got out of the car!

"Director Zheng," a hoarse voice came from under the mask of the White Death God. He warned Zheng Jirong: "I have no intention of being your enemy. If you leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened."

After Zheng Jirong heard what he said, he suddenly became curious. He pointed to the train behind him and asked, "Aren't you putting on this posture to deal with me?"

The White Death God slowly shook his head. He turned his attention to Lemon, Ladybug and others, and said solemnly: "They are the ones I want to kill. My wife was assassinated a few days ago. After I found out the situation, I found that they are all related to My wife’s death was inextricably linked, so I used the suitcase as a guide to issue a bounty mission at the Continental Hotel, just to bring these killers together so that I could kill them all at once!”

Hearing this, Zheng Jirong nodded in realization. No wonder he could meet so many killers just by taking a train.

He took a puff of the cigarette calmly and pointed at the princess who had been silent with the finger holding the cigarette, "What about her?"

"You even want to kill your daughter?"

The White Death glanced at the princess. Seeing this indifferent look, the princess couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear. He smiled disdainfully and said: "She is just a disobedient child. Her crime will not lead to death. Come here!" "

Hearing his anger, the princess gritted her teeth angrily and shouted: "If you don't kill me today, I will kill you sooner or later! Your son is already dead. As long as I kill you, I will be the next White Death!"

"Really?" The White Death God nodded after hearing his daughter's words and said coldly: "Then you can die with them."

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After seeing this, Zheng Jirong looked at the princess speechlessly. Is this your plan to kill your father? Just say a few harsh words when we meet? Why don't you shoot him twice?

After he shook his head helplessly, he said to the God of Death: "Actually, I didn't plan to kill you originally. My plan was to drive you out of Japan, but you guy has sent people to assassinate you again and again in the past two days. I."

"Director Zheng," White Death God suddenly interrupted: "How can you be sure that the person who assassinated you is my people? If I want to kill you, isn't now the best opportunity?"

Zheng Jirong smiled disdainfully upon hearing this. The reason why the White Death God did not dare to kill him face to face in public was simply because he was worried about the high table's revenge.

But he was too lazy to talk any more nonsense to this guy.

"I said it was you who did it, so that's you!" Zheng Jirong's eyes turned cold, he looked at the White Death and said, "Do you think I've been on the train for a few hours just to tease you?"

"Originally, I wanted to spare your life and let you cause trouble to the trio."

"But your arrogant attitude makes me very unhappy. Since you are so eager to seek death, then I will help you."

"Haha", after the White Death God heard his words, the face under the mask smiled contemptuously: "Let me die?"

He pointed at Meng Meng and others beside Zheng Jirong, and sneered: "Just them? People say that you are fearless in controlling Guanxi. I have seen it today."

"It's not impossible to rely on them," Zheng Jirong said coldly, "It's just that I want to use some simple methods now."

After the words fell, he raised his hand and flicked the cigarette butt in his hand.

At this moment, the heads of the dozen gunmen around White Death exploded like watermelons!

After seeing this, White Death gritted his teeth in disbelief and said, "Sniper?!"

click~

After Zheng Jirong lit up his cigarette again, he pointed to a residential building nearly one kilometer away from here and said calmly: "Look, I said you were looking for death, right?"

"you"

After the White Death stared at Zheng Jirong for a few seconds, he said hoarsely: "I can also give you the benefits that the three-guy team gave you, and I have everything Kazuo Kusagari has!"

"Oh, now you know you're afraid?!"

Zheng Jirong walked up to the White Death God. After seeing the revolver on his waist, he pointed at it and said, "I heard from others that you like to play the els turntable game. How about it? Do you want to play with me?"

"Are you sure?" White Death asked tentatively.

"Haha", Zheng Jirong chuckled, raised his hand to take off the revolver from his waist, and took out the bullet in front of him.

After throwing away five of them, he stuffed a bullet into the drum, then raised his arm, pressed the gun body tightly against it, and pulled it down!

The drum started turning instantly.

Zheng Jirong then pointed the gun at the White Death's head, "It is said that you have always claimed that you are protected by the goddess of luck, so you have never lost in this game."

"That's right! Let's fire!" The White Death bit and shouted. He didn't believe that he was unlucky enough to hit the target with the first shot!

Bang!

The bullet passed through the White Death's prefrontal lobe at a speed of 380/meter, instantly destroying his thinking and information processing abilities. The connective tissue and fibrous membranes in the brain were torn apart, and when the bullet flew out of the back of the head, cerebrospinal fluid surged out along the cavity created by the bullet.

The White Death God still maintained the expression he had when he was alive, and before he even had time to show fear, his life was already taken away by a single shot.

Zheng Jirong threw the revolver on his body and said calmly: "It seems that cousin failed to protect you today."

(End of this chapter)