Apocalyptic Forecast

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For Omasa Mitsuaki, this was another night of deja vu.

At first it was full of expectation, and then gradually became embarrassed in the dazedness, 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 donkey 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 and stopped, and after a long time, they came forward tremblingly: "President..."

It was a long time before 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 in the suburbs of the city last night and a tanker collision. 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 this to me?" Omasa Mitsuhiro asked quietly, "I never drink while driving. Isn't there a driver?"

"..."

Seeing those eyes, the subordinate's little hands trembled again, and tremblingly held up a box.

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

Omasa Mitsuaki waved his hand casually: "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...

Like the ashes left after something burns out.

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

Without the thunderous rage as expected, 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 such waste alive?"

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

He raised his hand, pulled the trigger, and then pulled the trigger, turning his head and yelling at those sluggish faces: "Are you dumb?

One or two wastes to this extent, they all died into ashes, let Shengtianmu send them back, and even his mother pretended that nothing happened!

What have you been doing in such a long time? Are you shirking 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 group 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 Russian Federation, but under my ass!"

Dazheng roared: "I promised me that this time, where did the person with the head of the Tianmu and Goblin go? I sold the old face to the horse seal and gave it to me!

This kind of waste doesn't die, can it be left as a display! 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 he died terribly enough to make the old **** of Shengtianmu laugh and die in the hospital? "

In the roar of anger, suddenly a jingle bell rang.

ring tone.

The passionate chorus of the girl idol group reverberated in the air, softening the originally sober atmosphere.

More weird.

"Whose phone? Get it out of me!"

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

He bent down, took out his cell 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!"

The answer to him was 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 then after a short silence, he let out a trance and joyful moan.

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

After speaking, the phone hung up.

In the silence, he heard the voice behind him.

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

Full of compassion, looking at the twitching person in the pool of blood on the ground, the man who suddenly appeared here overlooked 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, dark eyes, white skin.

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

Wearing traditional robes of Yingzhou style.

After a burst of hustle and bustle, in an instant, it was surrounded by layers.

Behind the crowd, Dai Masaaki raised his pistol expressionlessly, and asked in a cold voice, "Who?"

"Didn't you just say it on the phone? The person who came to talk to you for business... is 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, please wait a moment, I really can't stand it anymore--"

He waved his hand lightly, as if repelling others.

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 opened his eyes wide 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 is the result of a long sleep and peace of mind."

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

The card wiped.

With gentle movements, the pain is ended.

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

Mitsuaki Omasa'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 ascending into heaven.

That person, obviously his neck was twisted.

But the corpse in the pool of blood on the ground was intact, and even the bullet holes had disappeared!

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

Dead still.

Obviously 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 from such an 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 appreciate.

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 was already deep in the mud.

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

About one-tenth of the Tanba inner circle is as big. 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 to people who have suffered disasters and homelessness, the new rules have been re-emphasized and all violent conflicts have been eliminated.

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

There are no complicated rules, but a simple sentence: the past is forgotten, starting from today: plundering once and breaking both hands, stealing fingers, killing people.

The loopholes are not too small, as long as you steal eleven times or steal three, kill two people, you will make money. They can't punish them at all!

This false benevolence and false righteousness is really disgusting.

What do you want to do when Tanba’s inner circle is your home?

Except for a few people who are really on the verge of a dead end, there are 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.

Suddenly, the sky is overwhelming.

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 uncomfortable looking at 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 a good thing for young people to want to make a difference, and they can never dispel their enthusiasm.

Moreover, it is indeed time to take care of the inner circle of Danbo.

When the economic turmoil was affected and all the gray industries began to languish, the order that was barely maintained has become riddled with holes. The waste waiting for drug use and the local snakes waiting for pumping have begun to take risks... in just two days. , There have been countless incidents.

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

Ruthless than the Huaizhi team.

Before the evening arrived, the funeral home cremation furnace in the inner circle of Tanba had already begun 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.

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.

Feel, make your own way.

The arrival of order did not revitalize 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 progress of Si Ming's transformation has moved forward!

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

"Can this be considered dead?"

Huai Shi felt bald and uneasy.

Could it be that the rules under the roof did not improve the atmosphere in the neighborhood, but caused deaths and injuries?

That's not right, from the morning until now, only six people died during the crow surveillance, and all of them were unsettled by arson.

"You are in the misunderstanding again, idiot..."

In 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 oh, what a surprise, I didn't expect that you would make rapid progress just by going out and coming back."

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

Huai Shi reacted, rolled her eyes and snorted coldly:

"Do you still know to come back?"

"Look at what you said~www.wuxiaspot.com~ People also have their own business." Tong Ji's tone became more subtle, sounding weak and helpless and pitiful: "You can't always keep you locked in the basement and do Such things?"

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

Huai Shi 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 talk, but you interrupted..."

Tong Ji also planned to pull some more, but Huai Shi stared at her without saying a word. 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 has started.

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