"Not good, such a big crystal, I have to hold it in my arms with both hands. Am I blind? Ah, Yamamoto."
"No, no, it's just this big. We are not dreaming. After getting this crystal, we will be rich."
Yamamoto slapped himself to confirm that he was not wandering in a dream. His face, which was still swollen after hitting the carriage, became even redder after the slap.
The geologist's gentle and elegant temperament was gone at this moment, only his eyes were red, and his whole body was surging with hot blood.
"Put down the gem!"
The 'geologists' shouted and pounced forward like hungry tigers.
Both of them had some muscles, and at first glance, they were not easy to provoke.
One on the left and one on the right, they formed an angle, blocking the entire space tightly. If there was a disagreement, they would start fighting.
The two dragging the suitcase were not careless. They looked at each other, threw down the suitcase, and then also put on a fighting posture.
Their posture was calm, and their muscles were also bulging, and they had a more sense of outline. They were seriously trained people.
"You want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth?"
What a joke, these two people looked like non-professional gangsters. If they were scared away by these cats and dogs, it would be too ridiculous. This was a big business worth hundreds of millions. If they were to give up after being scared, they might as well pour cement on themselves and jump into Tokyo Bay!
"This is our business. Are you two trying to rob us?"
"Your business?
I know his crystal is not from a legal source. "
In this chaotic gray market, there was no such thing as a legal source. Common moral norms were a joke here.
"What the …" The agent held his backpack and took a step back in fear. "Why are they fighting?"
He had never seen such a scene. The last time he fought with others was when he was in elementary school. In front of the little girls, he could still pretend to be powerful, but when he saw the two sides were about to fight, he couldn't go up and stop the fight, nor could he escape.
Seeing the surprised face of the opposite Yako, the agent clicked his tongue. "Tsk."
Forget it, I don't care about these four guys. Anyway, there is no shortage of buyers for the crystal. It has nothing to do with me even if these two groups of people fight.
As he thought about it, the agent stepped back. He waited until they were done with their fists before he left.
Both sides were on the verge of a fight. Seeing that the agent was about to escape, Yamamoto shouted and rushed forward.
The two professionals on the other side didn't hesitate either. They stood up and greeted them.
"If you continue to block me, all of you will die."
Yamamoto's eyes turned red. This sum of money was too important to him. It was the last chance for him to make a comeback.
"Ah!"
The ruthless Yamamoto took out a knife from his bosom.
On the outside, it looked like a small craft scabbard, but on the inside, there was a sharp blade that was twenty centimeters long.
He hid the sharpened blade in his bosom and waited until he was half a meter away from his opponent before he immediately dashed forward. He was as quiet as a virgin and as swift as the wind.
"Saber?!"
Next to it was the police station and the prison. Japan was not an African country without a government. To be able to maintain a population of over a hundred million without chaos and even become a developed country, it had already proved that its government was effective in modern society. No matter how gentle and cultured the violent authorities appeared on television, this kind appearance was only because it was not the time for them to act violently.
Let's not talk about arresting criminals who dared to hurt people in public. For example, during the conflict at the East Peak intersection, more than five thousand police officers were mobilized. Although … Narita Airport still didn't allow takeoffs and landings at night.
It could be said that except for people who were mentally stimulated, no one would brazenly commit murder in broad daylight next to the police station. But Yamamoto, this desperado, directly went into the opponent's bosom and stabbed the knife with both hands.
Professional fighters would feel numb when facing sharp weapons. Facing three people with weapons, they would have to run away. Seeing Yamamoto's knife, the buyer's head buzzed.
This guy is crazy. Is he going to kill?
What a joke. Is his brain different from ordinary people? After touching a weapon, the nature of his brain changed.
"Puchi!"
The knife entered the lower jaw of the throat and drilled out from the side of the cheek.
The accuracy of the knife surprised Yamamoto. Did he stab better, or did the opponent catch it better?
After the surprise, a ruthless expression appeared on his face again. With blood and battle achievements in his hands, the ruthlessness he exuded was even stronger.
"Are you crazy?"
"How can you kill people here? The police station is right next to us!"
His companion, who was wrestling with the opponent, was dumbfounded. His lips were trembling.
Although the two of them weren't good people, they had done many illegal things when they lent money to others in Tokyo. For example, breaking in, beating, forcing people to sell money, selling insurance, and kidnapping people to Lucia.
But to kill people in broad daylight next to the prison and police station, Yakuza, ten years after the war, was this crazy.
"You want to break the law, but I don't!"
"Puchi!"
Yamamoto didn't say anything. He quickly walked behind the other person, raised the knife, and stabbed it cleanly into the neck.
"What are you afraid of? If you are caught, you will at most be in prison for a few years. Killing one or two people won't be sentenced to death. If you have a good attitude, you can get out."
"But if we succeed, we can take the money and go abroad. We can fly freely in the sky and swim freely in the sea …" Yamamoto pulled out the knife and looked at Yayezi and her agent with a ferocious face.
"Then rotten people like us will be able to turn over a new leaf."
The corpse on the ground stared with wide eyes. He didn't think that a desperado would dare to kill him. How was this possible? This didn't make sense.
Thump, thump.
The fierce heartbeat filled the cramped space, and Yayezi's head turned into a paste.
Originally, they shouldn't be going to Tokyo happily. At most, they would accidentally forget the crystal in Akita. It was just an insignificant interlude on the journey. How did a happy thing turn out like this?
"Dead … dead …"
Just as she was about to scream, the 'geologist' next to her directly covered her mouth. "Okay!
Yamamoto, let's go all out this time … That guy is running, chase him! "
"Don't let him run away with the crystal!"
"Wuwuwu!!!"
The strength of the rough hand was so great that it was obvious that he wanted to kill Yayezi on the spot.
"Got it."
Yamamoto responded in a muffled voice and ran to the agent. Holding the knife, he was full of killing intent, like a tall butcher.
"F * ck."
The agent cursed. The thing he was most worried about had happened. These guys were really crazy for money. Fortunately, he had a backup plan. The tool car was parked behind the alley.
Carrying two or three kilograms of crystal, the agent's movement was slightly affected. Yamamoto behind him was a desperado. He used to be a fighter in the Yakuza, so his physical fitness was better than the agent's.
Affected by the Bone Lady incident, the Yakuza organizations in Tokyo and the surrounding areas were all purged. Most of the members were dismissed and found new jobs in society. Unfortunately, these former members were neither qualified nor qualified for a high position. How could they easily find a legitimate job?
They either went to the warehouse to be a warehouse manager or worked in places like gas stations. It was as miserable as it could be. Although they didn't have much money when they were members of a club, once their tattoos lit up and they reported that they were in a certain organization, ordinary people would immediately tremble in fear and obtain spiritual joy.
"Want to run?"
Seeing that the agent's hand was about to touch the car door, Yamamoto sneered and took out a knife and threw it at the agent.
"Whoosh!"
The knife's aim was not very good. It needed to be offset by half a meter to hit the agent. However, such a knife aimed at the earth still made the agent a second or two late. Yamamoto stretched out his arms and fiercely rushed forward.
"Dang!"
The tip of the knife hit the car door and made a long crack. If it hit the agent's vital part, it would be another life.
But this time, it also scraped the shoulder bone, drawing out blood and some broken bones. The wound was shocking.
"Ah!"
The agent screamed, and the crystal backpack in his hand fell to the ground with a clattering sound. Yamamoto's eyes twitched. If this idiot had broken the crystal … that would have been even better. The market was in short supply, and there was only one such crystal that was extremely fast. If he really broke some of the corners, he could sell them to many people.
"Hey!
I finally got it. "
Yamamoto mercilessly stabbed the agent's thigh. He even used his knee to stare at the handle of the knife, and it went into the flesh.
"Ah ah …"
Another punch hit the agent's mouth. The swollen mouth was even difficult to make a sound, let alone a scream that could be heard by the people around.
Yamamoto pulled out the knife and smiled. As long as he solved this eyesore and then dealt with the body, even if he could only hide for two days, it was enough for Yamamoto and the agent to get the money and run abroad.
"Bang."
When Yamamoto was half kneeling on the ground and ready to kill with a sense of ritual, footsteps suddenly came from the corner of the road.
A little girl in red shoes stood there in astonishment, her eyes staring at the blood on the ground.
She was still holding a half-drunk mineral water in her hand, and there was sweat on her forehead.
She was just a little kid about nine or ten years old. She was not emaciated or malnourished, but she was just a little chick.
She saw that the person was a child, Yamamoto.
"Kid, I'm really sorry to be seen by you."
With his hands stained with blood, Yamamoto grinned. He put one hand behind his back and held the knife in his hand. "Can you go to the back and help uncle pick up the red balloon?"
There was no red balloon at the back. It was just the bad taste of the big man before the execution.
Today, he had already killed until his eyes were red, completely red with killing.
He had already killed two people, and there was no difference in killing a third person. Anyway, there was no turning back.
Sanqian was young, but she was not stupid. Her forehead was sweating, and she reached into her arms.
Why did she have to encounter these messy things at such a young age? But she had already experienced a crisis of life and death. Although Sanqian was young, her courage was not bad.
"Kid, you are not obedient. Do you want to make a phone call by putting your hand into your arms?
It's useless, useless. "
"Uncle will kill you in three seconds, not more than half a second."
The strong man was like a hungry tiger pouncing on Sanqian. For money, he would do anything.
After finishing this task and getting the money, he would go abroad and emigrate. The money given by the rich man behind him was a large sum of money that could not be saved in a lifetime. This pink crystal was absolutely unprecedented good.
Anyway, for rentiers, human life was not worth much. If killing one person could let them live one more day, there would not be enough people in Africa to slaughter.
"Sister angel, please protect me!"
Sanqian grabbed the thing in her arms and suddenly threw it forward. It was just a ball of paper. It was the desperate counterattack of a child, and the effect was zero.
With a contemptuous smile, the big man grabbed the paper ball carelessly. He did not want to kill, but if he did not kill, who would pity him?
The white paper ball powerlessly hit Yamamoto. If this kind of small thing could kill people, the human species would have been eliminated on the earth long ago.
Yamamoto's palm holding the paper ball was like cancer cells growing, but the speed was extremely fast. First the skin, then the flesh, blood, and bones expanded and exploded, scattering in all directions. Even the whole person was in the range of the violent explosion.
"Boom!!"
The smile froze in an instant, then twisted, took off, and then stuck to the wall with a snap. It was done in one go, and the accompaniment and the audience were all dripping with blood.
A small directional grenade, standing behind the paper ball, Sanqian was only splashed with blood.
"Snap."
Looking at the big man who had already lost his skill, the agent who was stabbed in the thigh trembled all over.
The smell of blood filled every molecule in the air. The surface of the tool car was sprayed with human body paint, and all this was caused by a small white paper ball.
It was a white paper ball. The agent's dizzy brain could only make this judgment.
A white paper ball exploded, and then caused the current bloody situation. This was not scientific, but it was very magical.
The agent's lips trembled like a sieve, and her short hair was trembling. She did not even feel the sharp pain coming from her body. Killing people was just a matter of nodding to the ground, but this was a cannon shot.
A few flowers of blood bloomed on the surface of the mineral water bottle in Sanqian's hand. She held the bottle cap lightly and remained silent, full of deterrence.
The beggar in the toilet, the killer on a rainy night.
Silence was the best murderous aura, and silence was the best horror. It scared people to death.
"Oni, oni, ghost, ghost."
The agent howled with all her strength, her eyes widened, and her vocal cords almost flew out of her throat.
"Ghost, ghost!"
Ghost, she saw a ghost in broad daylight. Why would there be such a monster in a small city? Why did that guy attack the monster? Did he not want to live? He was already dead.
The agent's mind was in a mess, and she moved her body backward. The ground seemed to be smeared with grease, and she staggered to get up to escape. She fell to the ground several times, and in the end, she used all four legs to crawl.
The wounds on her body kept bleeding, forming a small river on the ground. It was red, smelly, and full of filth.
Showing her back to others like this would definitely lead to death in a movie.
However, Sanqian was not a character in a movie, and she did not have a heart of stone. Not to mention the agent who was already scared out of her wits, Sanqian was more frightened than the agent.
Even though he had seen the deaths of others and experienced the Transcendent Wars before, this was the first time he had seen someone explode right in front of him.
Moreover, she had killed him with her own hands. She had simply thrown out the self-defense item that Sister Angel had given her.
Sanqian's willpower was not bad that she did not vomit on the spot.
She had completely lost consciousness, and she did not have the strength to scream.
"It's over. Am I going to jail?"
"Moreover," Sanqian murmured, "I'm still a child."