Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 For Omasa Mitsuaki, this is another night that seems familiar.

　　 was full of expectation at first, and then gradually became embarrassed in a daze, and finally turned into hesitation and sorrow, and ushered in the sunrise for the second time in the loss and sadness.

　　 "It's にまび, you guys don't me too..."

　　 In the empty garage, Mitsuaki Omasa was smoking a cigarette lonely. He raised his head, looked at the rising sun, raised his arm and rubbed the corner of his eye vigorously.

　　The eyes are almost wet.

　　 In the silence, the returning subordinates wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking and wanted, after a long time, they came forward tremblingly: "President..."

　　 After a long time, Omasa Mitsuaki turned around.

　　 "Well, you said."

The subordinates handed their mobile phone with trembling hands. The cable TV channel in the mobile phone was reporting the morning news-there was another traffic accident on the outskirts of the city last night and a tanker crashed. The Metropolitan Police Department reminded the general public to pay attention to traffic safety. Don't drive while drunk, the driver will have a drop of alcohol, and your loved ones will cry...

　　 "What do you mean by showing me this?" Omasa Mitsuhiro asked quietly, "I never drink while driving. Isn't there a driver?"

　　 "……"

　　 Being looked at by those eyes, the subordinate's little hands trembled again, shaking up a box.

　　 "This is just...sent from the Hybrid League."

　　 Omasa Mitsuaki casually waved his hand: "Open it and see, what's inside, the bomb?"

　　 After the box was opened, there was only a pile of fine powder, pale, mixed with large and small particles, and embers of coke...

　　 is like the ashes left after something burns out.

　　 "They said, things and things return to their original owners..."

　　 did not expect the thunderous rage, Omasa Mitsuaki pinched the cigarette, and asked calmly: "If you say that, you are all dead?"

　　 "Yes." The subordinate nodded.

　　 Then he heard the roar of gunfire and fell into a pool of blood.

　　 "Then what are you doing with **** alive?"

　　 Omasa Mitsuaki lowered his head and stared at the sluggish eye pupils in the pool of blood: "I raised you for so long, so that you can show me the news? What the **** did you do?"

　　 He raised his hand, pulled the trigger, then pulled the trigger, turned his head and yelled at the dull faces: "Are you dumb?

　　 One or two wastes to such a degree, they are all dead to ashes, let Shengtian watch back, and even his mother pretends that nothing has happened!

　　 What did you do in such a long time? Did you shirk the responsibility? More than one hundred and forty people! Even if it's more than a hundred pigs, you can't kill the Tianmu all night! "

　　 The crew members knelt down, buried their heads deeply, and put them on the cold ground, even if the blood that flowed over covered the foreheads.

　　 "I can see that the confidant of the Iron King party is not in that group of mixed breeds, not in the group of Italians and Russians, but under my ass!"

　　 Dazheng roared, "Where did the people who vowed to me to be able to resurrect the head of the Tianmu and Kotou this time? I took the old face and sold the old face to the horse seal, and gave it to him!

　　This kind of waste is not dead, can it be left as a decoration? But what about you, are you different from the dead waste?

　　 Someone told me that if the person who won the inner circle of Tamba within two days, was it because the old **** of Sheng Tianmu laughed to death in the hospital? "

　　 Just in the roar of anger, suddenly a jingle bell rang.

ring tone.

The enthusiasm of the girl idol group 　　 echoed in the air, making the originally sober atmosphere softened.

　　 is getting more and more weird.

　　 "Whose phone? Get me out!"

　　 Omasa Mitsuaki roared, eyes scarlet, furious, but he immediately reacted: "Oh, my, that's all right..."

He bent down, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his dead subordinate, looked down at the caller ID, the unknown number, and picked it up indifferently, "Hello? Which one? If the guy from TEPCO charges TV, just do it. Prepare for the death of the whole family!"

　　 answered him with a low voice with a strange accent.

　　 "It's me, Yevgeny ‘good friend’——"

　　 The Russian Lian on the other end of the phone seemed to take a deep breath, and after a brief silence, he let out a trance and joyful moan.

　　 took a breath.

　　 He said: "We have a business, we can talk about it."

　　 Omasa Mitsuaki's eyes rolled, and his ferocious expression gradually became meaningful: "The point is, what do you want to talk about... Mr. ‘Good Friend’."

　　 "Someone will come and talk to you." "A good friend" said: "I'm just an introducer, you only need to receive it."

After 　　 finished speaking, the phone hung up.

　　 In the silence, he heard the voice behind him.

　　 "It's so miserable, even after shooting seven or eight shots, I still haven't died--"

　　 full of compassion, looking at the convulsing person in the pool of blood on the ground, the man who suddenly appeared here looked down at the pair of eyes full of expectation and longing, smiling but not smiling, wondering whether it was pity or mockery.

　　 But unexpectedly, there is no sense of abruptness.

　　 It's as if he was here, but they didn't find it.

　　 Black hair, black eyes, white skin.

　　 always smiles politely with a sense of distance, like a Roman, but he speaks the standard Yingzhou language that seems to have grown up in Japan.

　　 is wearing a traditional Yingzhou style robe.

　　 After a burst of hustle and bustle, it was immediately surrounded by layers.

　　Behind the crowd, Omasa Mitsuaki raised his pistol expressionlessly, and asked coldly, "Who?"

　　 "Didn't you just say it on the phone? The person who came to talk to you for business...It's really rude, I don't understand the hospitality at all."

　　 The visitor shook his head, seemingly helpless, and slightly raised his hand and said, "Trouble you, wait a minute, I really can't stand it anymore--"

　　 waved lightly, as if repelling other people.

　　 The man lowered his head, bent down slowly, and stared at the twitching pole in the pool of blood.

　　 "It's painful, right?." He asked softly.

　　 The dying man on the ground widened his eyes and stretched out his hand with all his strength: "Please help...help me..."

　　 "I will save you, don't worry."

Saying that, the visitor’s face showed a bright smile, reached out his hand to pick up his upper body in a pool of blood, held his neck, and whispered in his ear: "The so-called death is not something worthy of fear. It's the result of a long sleep and peace of mind."

　　 "Don't be afraid." He said, "It will be over soon."

　　 Wiped card.

　　 With gentle movements, the pain is ended.

　　 The desperate look of the deceased disappeared, replaced by a peaceful smile that seemed to fall asleep.

　　 Omasa Mitsuaki's expression twitched.

　　 In that moment of trance, it seemed that something like a phantom rose from a pool of blood and floated to the sky, as if it had risen into heaven.

　　 That person, obviously his neck was broken.

　　 The corpse in the pool of blood on the ground is intact, even the bullet holes have disappeared!

　　 In this sudden shock, the weird visitor has risen from the pool of blood with a hearty smile: "Well, Mr. Mitsuaki Omasa, we can talk next."

　　 dead silence.

　　Under the guard of many subordinates, Omasa Mitsuaki suddenly felt a chill, as if he was alone.

　　 He should have pulled the trigger immediately to draw a clear line with this kind of unknown and slanderous person, but his actions stopped for a moment.

　　 "I think you must be tired after playing the comedian for so long?"

　　 He heard the man's words, "Don't you want to get rid of Lumingkan's restraint and become the true underground king of Kyoto?"

　　 Those dark eyes looked at him.

　　 with a smile that seems eternal, quietly admiring.

　　Inexplicably, he recalled when he was a child, the old priest in the church gave him advice every time he gave alms...

　　You must not talk to the devil.

　　 But now, when he finally understood this truth, he realized that it was too late.

　　 He has already sunk in mud feet.

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　　 At ten o'clock in the morning, the pregnant paper team drew a circle in the inner circle of Tanba.

　　 is about one-tenth as big as the inner circle of Tanba. Including the Huaizhi Group site, there are a total of seven blocks. With the help of the Jinchuan Club and other Green Day factions, most of the staff were seconded and all the work was coordinated.

　　 Then, the order was re-established.

　　 In addition to a specially designated area temporarily rented out to people who have suffered homelessness in disasters, the new rules have been re-emphasized and all violent conflicts have been eliminated.

Ruotou Shanxia of the Huaizhi team came forward in person and communicated with the representatives of each block and the leaders of the three religions: including robbery and theft, all chaotic behaviors that were nurtured by the turmoil of the inner circle of Tanbo were listed as prohibited. matter.

　　 does not stipulate complicated rules, but a simple sentence: the past is forgotten, starting today: plundering once and breaking off both hands, stealing and breaking fingers, killing for life.

　　 The loopholes are not uncommon, as long as you steal eleven times or steal three, kill two people, you will make money. They have no punishment at all!

　　 This fake benevolence, pretending to be a posture, is really disgusting.

　　 When Tamba is my home, what do you want to do?

　　 Except for a few people who are really going to the end of the road will have expectations, more people obey them on the surface, but sneer in their hearts, guessing what medicine is sold in the paper gourd.

　　 Many people express dissatisfaction with this.

　　 Whether it is a loan shark or an old bustard, or even a violent group in the neighborhood, or even all other gangs and organizations that involve their own interests.

　　 For a time, the sky is boiling.

　　 But their dissatisfaction will not be useful, and the upper ranks of the alliance simply ignore it.

　　 Even the Arakawa family, who is the most unpleasant to see the paper group, remained silent about this, too lazy to take care of it, and watched him raise a tall building, and then waited for him to collapse.

　　 And Sheng Tianmu, who had eaten two more bowls of rice in the hospital, just wiped his mouth, saying that it is good for young people to make a difference, and they can't dispel their enthusiasm.

　　 Besides, it is indeed time to take care of the inner circle of Tanba now.

When the economic turmoil was affected and all the gray industries began to languish, the order that was barely maintained has become riddled with defects. The wastes waiting to take drugs and the local snakes waiting to pump water have begun to take risks... in just two days. , There have been countless incidents.

　　 Sheng Tianmu simply took this opportunity to make a tough hand.

　　 Ruthier than the Huaizhi team.

　　 Before the evening arrived, the funeral home cremation furnace in the inner circle of Tanba had already started to line up...

　　 After ten long hours, the gradually bad atmosphere in the circle finally stepped on the brake, but no one knew how long it could last.

　　 While in the office, Huai Shi held up the tea cup expressionlessly, and after sending away another wave of annoying flies, she rubbed her sore eyebrows.

　　 Feeling, self-inflicted.

　　 The arrival of order did not revive the neighborhood, and even caused the loss and migration of many people. The chaos caused by this has not subsided until now.

Unexpectedly, he originally thought that after his extreme operation, which caused chaos in the circle, the destiny of Shao Si Ming would definitely suffer turbulence. As a result, he did not expect that the influence of the wool yarn would not be... The conversion progress of Si Ming has moved forward for a while!

　　 Although it is better than nothing, it is outrageous...

　　 "Can this be considered a dead person?"

　　 Huaishi feels bald for a while, anxious.

　　 Could it be that the rules under the top not only did not make the atmosphere in the neighborhood better, but instead caused death and injury?

　　 It's not right. From the morning till now, only six people have died under the surveillance of the crows, and all of them are not worthy of being killed by the fire.

　　 "You have gone into a misunderstanding again~www.ltnovel.com~Silly..."

　　 Amidst Huaishi’s reflexive heartbeat, a sound that often appeared at the same time as the deduction text message rang in her ears.

　　 "Tong Ji?" He was taken aback.

　　 "Oh, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect you to make rapid progress just by going out and coming back."

　　 As the ink gathered, the image of the Q version of the crow appeared in front of his eyes, and he wiped the corners of his eyes with satisfaction: "Grow up, Huai Shi."

　　 Huaishi reacted and rolled her eyes suddenly, snorting disgustedly:

　　 "Do you still know to come back?"

"Look at what you said, they also have their own business." Tong Ji's tone became more subtle, sounding weak and helpless and pitiful: "You can't always be locked in the basement and do things like this, right? "

　　 "Who does what to whom, can you please make it clear!"

　　 Huaishi glared at her, and then she became powerless: "Forget it, stop talking, what's the mistake you just said?"

　　 "Isn't they just about to say it, but you interrupted it..."

　　 Tongji also planned to pull some more, but Huai Shi stared at him silently. She couldn't help but shrugged her shoulders, put on her small glasses, and then took out a small white board and placed it on the table.

　　The long-lost Little Crow Class is now open.

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