Apocalyptic Forecast

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Two hours ago, Huaishi heard the squeaking sound outside the car window from her sleep.

"Is it raining?" He raised his eyes and asked.

"Yes, but not too big." Ueno replied, "I'll be there in a while, boss, you can sleep a little longer."

"Enough sleep, is there any smoke?"

"Yes, please use."

Ueno hurriedly stopped the car to the side of the road, ignored the car behind the narrow one-way street, honked the horn frantically, turned around and took out his cigarette and offered it with both hands.

Then, respectfully lit for Huai Shi.

"I said, Ueno..." Huai Shi looked at him and couldn't help asking: "Have you ever doubted me?"

"Huh?" Ueno in the driver's seat looked back again, "Boss what did you say?"

"I mean, after so many years of hard work, it must be uncomfortable to be ridden on the head by a little boy like me, and to treat this kind of person as a'pro-part', right?"

Huai Shi asked calmly: "Obviously everyone else is very upset, but why have you never objected to it? You are so respectful. Seriously, I am ready to prove myself, but you are not at all. There is no doubt."

"Ah, what to say..." The driver Ueno touched his bald head and smiled embarrassedly. The scar on his face was also curved: "Maybe it's because I'm not good at thinking."

"Ok?"

"Since I was young, my reaction has been slower than others. I can't understand what the teacher teaches. My mother always thinks that I have something wrong, maybe there is something wrong, but there is no cure for stupidity. The only advantage of being this big is that he has a little bit more strength, is slow to respond and not afraid of pain.

So my mother kept telling me that it’s okay to be stupid. Just listen to what others say. As long as you listen to the right person, you can live better than those who use their brains. "

Ueno drove the car and replied, "If it weren't for Brother Fujimoto, I might have been sold to the black factory to work and die, right?

Brother Fujimoto has never harmed me, and he was very righteous and promoted me to this level. I think the person chosen by Brother Fujimoto shouldn't hurt me...Ahahaha, I accidentally said something stupid, don't take it off, Brother Fujimoto. "

As he said, he smiled to himself.

The sharp teeth are like sharks.

"It's so innocent." Huai Shi sighed: "Have you ever thought about changing your business?"

"Huh? That's not possible, Brother Huaizhi, we don't even have a serious driver's license and household registration. Even if you go to a convenience store to work, when you see that you are a mixed race, your hourly salary will be reduced to less than half of others. Extent... You can’t survive. You are so good-looking like the paper boss, maybe you can make a lot of money, but we can’t do it.”

Without knowing how to tell the truth, Ueno scratched his head: "There is only Jidao that will not despise us. You see, as long as you can fight... You can tell, I am super resistant to beatings. Several people came to stabb me before. I let it go."

Huai Shi shook her head helplessly, sighed, and pinched her eyebrows: "Ueno, do you know what Jidao is in my opinion?"

"Huh?" Ueno wanted to turn around blankly, but there was a crossroad in front of him, so he could only listen.

Then, he heard a calm voice from a paper-loving amateur.

"All Jidao, the so-called Ren Xia, are actually like mice."

Huai Shi looked at the rain-submerged world outside the window, and sighed softly: "Whether it is forced by others or self-willing to fall--no matter what reason you choose this way of life, it can only explain One thing is that I can no longer live in the outside world.

But the world outside of the sun is not beautiful, just like the ocean, rough and bottomless. We can only lie on the small wooden board under our paws, without seeing the light.

You can go for indulgence and indulgence, you can also fish and bully at will, but if you want to live better, you must keep a group for survival. You have to contribute your small wooden board to form a big ship and report to the group .

If the boat leaks a hole, it must be repaired; if someone wants to be a black sheep, he must stand up and eradicate it; if the boat sinks, then all the rats will be ruined; if there are other rats in front of the boat, It is necessary to crush them into pieces.

This can have nothing to do with morality and justice. You can also not think about it, but you must know what you are doing and where you are. "

When the car stopped in front of the huge manor of the Tiger King Group, Huai Shi stood outside the car, bowed her head and pinched out the cigarette in her hand.

When he looked back and saw Ueno, who was still at a loss in the car, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Now, we are going to crush another ship, Ueno."

He stretched out his hand and asked softly: "Are you going to come together?"

Ueno was stunned.

At that moment, was it a fantasy or an illusion?

Indescribable.

The damp breeze blowing from the window, like a raging storm, poured into the car in the roar of the sea tide, and the loud noise of the stormy waves almost swept him down.

But in the roar, there is a solemn and majestic silhouette emerging from the storm, tearing the hurricane apart and breaking the tide.

It was an incredible steel battleship patrolling between the sky and the sea, arrogantly rampant, arrogantly above the top of this tyrannical world.

To him, call out.

Are you coming?

Do you still need to hesitate?

Ueno gave up thinking, but instinctively raised his hand, clenched that palm, and pleaded from the bottom of his heart: "Please take me, please let me be with you!"

"Okay."

In the erratic rain curtain, the man smiled: "Then follow."

In this way, with Ueno, the two of them walked towards the oncoming behemoth.

In the rain splashing, unexpectedly, Ueno did not feel any anxiety or fear, and was extremely relieved, as if nothing was worth fearing.

Regardless of the rain falling in his eyes, his eyes widened, staring at the back.

Witness him moving forward.

Watching him raise his fist, destroy the insignificant iron gate, and walk into the manor.

Then, with a head-on, the person rushing up was knocked into the air like a doll. One more punch makes another person repeat the same mistake.

More and more people rushed up, and then more and more people flew out.

In the crisp sound of broken bones, the rain curtain was shaking in horror.

All this insignificant is being ravaged and crushed by tyranny.

If the enemy is in front, it will be crushed. If the wall is in front, then tear the wall to pieces and move forward straight step by step.

In the wailing, step by step, he went deep into the encirclement, even bullets and gunpowder could not stop him.

Some were screaming ‘monsters’, some wanted to kneel and beg for mercy, some fled, and some rushed towards themselves.

When Ueno recovered, he had fallen in the hall of disarray.

Gasping hard, gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and bruises from scuffles all over his body.

But the body seemed to have its own consciousness, tightly contracting his arms, until the struggling opponent in his arms lost his strength and stopped moving.

Won!

In exhaustion, he felt darkening before his eyes.

Too much blood loss, out of breath.

But when he looked up, he could still see the man standing beside him, looking down at him, waiting quietly.

"Can you still stand up, Ueno?"

He said, "It's almost the last point, don't give up."

"You... are you waiting for me?"

Ueno raised his head in disbelief and looked at the solemn face stained with blood.

So the man laughed and nodded naturally: "Yeah, because it was agreed to be together."

How should I describe the ecstasy and honor of that moment, the happiness that almost makes people cry, and the power that comes with that word.

Unprecedented, power!

"Let you wait a long time!"

Ueno raised his head, propped up his body, forgot his pain and weakness, and followed that person again.

In this way, after breaking through the last door, I finally saw those pale faces. I could no longer see the appearance of once invincible, as if in fear and fear, shivering.

"You, you can't do this... the five big brothers have already mediated!" Arisaka also covered the wound on his left hand, screaming in surprise: "Kitahara and Mr. Kitahara will not let you go!"

In silence, Ueno and the man next to him looked at each other, unanimously, showing a mocking smile.

Then he raised the gun in his hand, pointed it at the front, and pulled the trigger.

Until the roar stopped abruptly, Ueno slowly stepped forward, looking down at the few unbelievable faces until he died, grinning, and spitting hard.

"Kitahara? He's a fart!"

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"We actually respect you very much, Mr. Kitahara."

In the mourning hall at this moment, the plain man with paper helplessly spread his hands and shrugged: "But we really don't know. To be honest, I didn't expect them to be so weak..."

Beiyuan's face was livid, and he was about to speak, when he saw Huai Shi raise his hand and push forward in an understatement.

boom!

In the low muffled sound, the hurricane was lifted out of thin air, and the suffocating air wave swept across his face like a knife.

Blowing his top hat, his mottled white hair danced in horror in the wind, lying on his scalp, not daring to move.

"There isn't even a guy who can catch my push hand. The Tiger King group is really not good."

Huai Shi smiled and argued to the messengers of the five big brothers: "Besides, it's not our fault, right?"

Kitahara's expression twitched, "What do you mean..."

"The meaning is literally."

Huai Shi said with emotion, "We are all small characters who rely on the alliance to survive. If this is the meaning of the Big Five, how dare we not comply?

But why didn't you talk about such an important thing earlier? "

He asked in doubt ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the judgment of the five big brothers, shouldn't they be sent to communicate? It's already past five o'clock in the afternoon now, even if you just come over after get off work, you can't use it, right?

Mr. Kitahara, even if you come an hour early, even if you call to say something? "

As he said, the blood-stained man took a step forward, looked at the angry face, and asked every word: "Or, is it because you have been on the road for too long because of your own reasons?"

"Presumptuous!" Beiyuan roared, retorting hoarsely: "Are you going to say this is my fault!"

"if not?"

Huai Shi asked indifferently. He raised his finger and poked the old man’s chest, telling him word by word: "The destruction of the Tiger King Group, including the deaths of more than 70 people including Tetsuya Saka and his son, and the cause All losses..."

"These, of course, all, are your fault!"

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