Apocalyptic Forecast

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

At first, I was full of expectation, and then gradually became embarrassed in the daze, and finally turned into hesitation and sorrow, and ushered in the morning sun for the second time in the loss and sadness.

“It’s にまび, you guys don’t do me too…”

In the empty garage, Dai Masaaki smoked a cigarette lonely. lifts the head, looking 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, trembling with fear came forward: “President…”

It was a long time before Omasa Mitsuaki turned around.

“Well, you said.”

The subordinate handed the phone with trembling hands, and the cable TV channel in the phone was reporting the morning news. Last night, another traffic accident occurred in the suburbs of the city. The collision of a tanker truck. The Metropolitan Police Department reminded everyone to pay attention. Traffic safety, do not drive drunk, the driver will drop a drop of alcohol, and the loved ones will tear bulabulabula……

“What do you mean by showing this to me?” Omasa Mitsui asked quietly, “I never drink while driving. Don’t I have a driver?”

“…”

Looking at those eyes, the subordinate’s little hands trembled again, and tremblingly held up a box.

“This is just…sent from the Hybrid League.”

Damasa Mitsuaki waved his hand casually: “Open it and see, what’s inside, the bomb?”

After the box is opened, there is only a pile of delicate powder, pale, mixed with large and small particles, and coke embers…

Like the ashes left after something burns out.

“They said that things and things return to their original owners…”

not at all The expected violent violent thunder, Omasa Mitsuaki pinched the cigarette and asked calmly: “If you say so, all are dead?”

“Yes.” The subordinate nodded.

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

“Then what are you doing with rubbish 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 hell did you do?”

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

One or two wastes to this extent, they are all dead and ashes, so Shengtianmu sent them back, and motherfucker pretended that nothing 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 team members knelt down on the ground, buried their heads deeply, and placed them on the cold ground, even if the blood that flowed over covered their foreheads.

“I can see that the iron king’s confidant trouble is not in that group of mixed breeds, not in the group of Italians and Russian Federation, but under my ass!”

Dazheng roared: “Solemnly vowed promised me that this time, where did the person with the head of the Tianmu and Kotou go? I sold my old face and went to the horse seal that I asked for, and gave it to him!

This kind of waste doesn’t die, can it be left as a decoration? But what about you, are you different from the dead waste?

Someone also told me that if the person who won the inner circle of Tanba within two days, was it because he died terribly enough to make the Old Bastard egg laugh in the hospital? “

In the roar of anger, suddenly a voice of dīng líng líng sounded.

Phone ringing.

The passionate chorus of the girl idol group reverberated in the air, making the originally solemn atmosphere softened.

It’s getting weirder.

“Whose phone? Get it out of me!”

Mitsaki Omasa roared, eyes scarlet, furious, but 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? For the guy who charges TV bills, Just be ready to die the whole family!”

The answer to him was a low voice with a strange accent.

“It’s me, Yevgeny ‘good friend’—”

The Russian couple on the other end of the phone seemed to have taken a deep breath, and then after a short silence, he let out a trance and joyful moan.

put out a long 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 speaking more, the phone hung up.

In the silence, he heard a voice behind him.

“It’s so miserable. I even fired seven or eight shots, but I still haven’t completely died–“

Full of compassion, looking at the twitching person in the pool of blood on the ground, the man who suddenly appeared here overlooks the pair of eyes full of expectation and longing, faint smile, I don’t know if it is pity or mockery.

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

Wearing a traditional Yingzhou style robe.

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

Behind the crowd, Mitsuaki Omasa 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 you to talk about 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, please wait a minute, I really can’t stand it anymore–“

Waving casually, seems to be 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 tried his best to extend the hand: “Please help…help me…”

“I will save you, don’t worry.”

Speaking like that, the comer showed a bright smile on his face, 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 nothing What is worth fearing 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.

Mitsaki 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 it had risen into heaven.

That person, obviously his neck was twisted.

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.”

Deadly 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 words from the man, “Don’t you want to get rid of the grip of Crying Deer Hall and become the true underground king of Kyoto?”

The 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 advised him 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 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 Green Sun faction such as Jinchuan Club, 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 leased to people who have suffered disasters and homeless people, the new rules have been re-emphasized and all violent conflicts have been eliminated.

Ruotou Shanxia from the Huaizhi team came forward and communicated with the representatives of each block and the leader of Three Sects Jiuliu: Including robbery and theft, all the chaos that was nurtured by the turmoil in the inner circle of Tanba Acts are listed as prohibited items.

not at all stipulates complicated rules, but a simple sentence: the past is forgotten, starting today: looting once and breaking both hands, stealing fingers, killing people.

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

This false benevolence and hypocrisy is really disgusting.

When the inner circle of Tamba is my home, what do you want to do?

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

There are many people who are dissatisfied with this.

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

For a while, it turns into a surplus.

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 pay attention to it, and watched him raise a tall building, and then waited for him to collapse.

And Shengtianmu, who ate two more bowls of rice in the hospital, just wiped his mouth, indicating that youngster wants to make a difference is a good thing, and it can’t dispel people’s enthusiasm.

Furthermore, the inner circle of Tanbo should indeed be taken care of 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 waste waiting for drugs and the local tyrants waiting for pumping have begun to take risks… In just two days, countless things have happened.

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

More ruthless than the pregnant team.

Before the evening arrived, the funeral home cremation furnace in the inner circle of Tanba had already queued 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 expressionlessly picked up the tea cup, and after sending away another wave of annoying flies, he rubbed his sore eyebrows.

Feel, reap what you have sown.

The arrival of order not at all revitalized 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 Junior Controller Of Life would definitely suffer turbulence. As a result, he didn’t expect that the basic wool would be affected. No… Instead, the conversion progress of Senior Controller Of Life has moved forward a bit!

Although it is better than nothing, it is outrageous…

“Can this be considered dead as well?”

Huai Shi feels bald for a while and feels anxious.

Is it possible that the rules under the top not only did not improve the atmosphere in the neighborhood, but caused death and injury?

No, from morning till now, only six people died during the crow surveillance, and they were all set on fire without regret.

“You are in a misunderstanding again, idiot…”

In Huai Shi’s reflexive heartbeat, a sound that often appeared at the same time as the deduction text message rang in his ears.

“Tong Ji?” He was taken aback.

“Aiya Aiya, what a surprise, didn’t expect to just go out and come back, you will make rapid progress.”

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 relief: “Growing up, Huai Shi.”

Huai Shi reacted and suddenly rolled the eyes, disgusting coldly snorted:

“Do you still know to come back?”

“Look at what you said, people also have their own business.” Tong Ji’s tone was subtle, sounding weak and helpless and pitiful: “You can’t always keep you locked in the basement and do this or that. Things?”

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

Huai Shi glared at her, and then became helpless: “Forget it, stop talking, what’s the mistake you just said?”

“Isn’t they just about to say it, but you interrupted it…”

Tong Ji planned to pull some more, but Huai Shi stared at him silently. Unable to bear shrugged helplessly, put on small glasses, and then took out a small white board and placed it on the table.

The long-lost Little Crow Class has started.