The dark blue-painted Bugatti Veyron sports car turned on its golden headlights and was speeding on the narrow highway on a rainy night. The 8.0L W16 quad-turbocharged engine made a low roar and caused the black hot-melt tires to rotate crazily.
At a speed of over 240 kilometers per hour, it cuts through the pouring rain like a blue lightning, splashing raindrops like a curtain.
This kind of brand sports car produced in Italy, even if it is a model with the most common specifications, the domestic price will be more than 25 million yuan.
The handsome young man with blond hair was sitting in the driver's seat, holding a lit cigar in his mouth and pressing the steering wheel with one hand, looking very casual.
The cold young man in the co-pilot held an ancient sword with a black sheath in his arms. He closed his eyes and seemed to be taking a nap. He was completely relieved to entrust his life to such a guy.
"We are almost at the entrance of the viaduct. Li Yongyuan said he would wait for us there."
Caesar said to the young man beside him.
"But you drive a Bugatti Veyron."
Chu Zihang opened his eyes and said coldly.
This high-end sports car only has two standard seats. Is it possible for him to sit in the hood that serves as the trunk in front of the car?
"Li Yongyuan has a car."
Caesar sneered, but he could hear the chill in this embryo-killing words.
If there is no good solution by then, Chu Zihang might give up his position, or force him out of the car with a murderous knife.
The black-haired boy in dark blue overalls leaned back on the chair with his hands on his chest and stopped talking.
After driving for about three minutes, Caesar finally saw the boy riding the motorcycle under the illumination of the high beam.
He was wearing a heavy black and red MOTOBOY cycling jersey and a perfectly fitted black full-face helmet. Crystal water droplets the size of soybeans were constantly rolling down from the smooth black protective glasses.
"The plan has changed, there is a team of people ahead of us."
The rider in black gently pressed the handbrake, slowed down the car, reached a relatively stationary state with the car behind him, turned his head and pressed against the window.
"what happened?"
Caesar instantly lowered the gear and the sports car slowed down. Although the heavy rain was pouring down around him, his hearing was always sharp as he possessed the Word Spirit Kamamitachi.
Chu Zihang also looked at Li Longyuan by the window.
"I don't know. It seems like it's just a team of racing teenagers, or a mixed-race army with an organization and goals."
The rain was so heavy that with his eyesight he could only see the blurry light in front of him, and the field of the Eyes of the Word Spirit and Wind King was weakened.
"Anyway, they are about to pass the tunnel entrance in the belly of the Genji Heavy Industries building. We are following them and waiting to see what happens."
Li Yongyuan gave the order directly.
Since he is leading this mission to Japan, he needs to have a unified voice when performing the mission.
Neither Caesar nor Chu Zihang objected, as they could not think of a more suitable solution.
Perhaps this is what the Chinese often call waiting for opportunities.
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"Young Master, a team of heavy motorcycles carrying weapons is approaching us."
In the central monitoring room, someone on duty from the eight Sheqi families finally discovered something unusual and hurriedly rushed into the command room where Yuan Zhisheng was located to report.
The torrential rain reduced the visibility of the scenery in the surveillance camera footage, and the group did not notice it until they were about to arrive at the building.
Moreover, early this morning, Nagatachibana Masamune led a large number of members to the Yanliu Research Institute to detect the path of the typhoon and help the government with disaster relief. It can be said that this is the time when Genji Heavy Industries' defense is at its most empty.
Yuan Zhisheng has become the top leader of the family who stays here.
"Don't panic, how many are there?"
The handsome young man knelt down in front of the tea table and spoke. His soothing tone immediately calmed down the nervous mood of the visitor.
That's right, their emperor is still here!
"There were about two hundred people, all carrying knives and guns."
The male staff member said respectfully.
"Sign up the level three alert, remove the guards protecting Eri, and summon all combatants in the entire building to gather on the seventh floor."
Yuan Zhisheng stood up from the tatami and took the dark red sheathed ancient alchemy sword from the knife rest. The silver gentian ring on his left hand showed a dazzling luster under the shining light.
Sakura, wearing a black metal ninja uniform, followed him like a shadow.
"yes."
The male staff member responded and hurried out.
It would be better for these guys to just pass by and make a false alarm than to not be able to react until the moment danger comes.
When Yuan Zhisheng and Sakura walked into the elevator, the harsh red alarm light flashed and whined.
There were employees in white shirts who were still walking around working in the building, holding folders in their hands. Their eyes instantly focused, and they quickly entered the locker room in an orderly manner.
When they came out again, they had put on uniform dark gray combat uniforms, and the epaulettes they wore were the emblems of their respective families, such as the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum of the Tachibana family, the red ghost of the Inuyama family, and the Yasha of the Miyamoto family. He was carrying a slender Japanese sword and a black MP5 submachine gun.
Many of the eight Sheqi family employees who can work at Genji Heavy Industries are elite hybrids of the family.
They usually hide themselves behind the faces of civil servants, like weak and harmless rabbits. But when a small predator like a lynx appears, a lion will jump out of the rabbit's skin and swallow it in one bite. Belly.
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Five minutes later, the hall on the seventh floor was lined up neatly and orderly with 136 left-behind employees. They all wore lead-gray training caps. The cap emblem was a giant snake with eight heads and eight tails, with a ferocious posture. Qing Yi's waist was straight, holding a submachine gun in his arms, his eyes solemn and serious.
"Little Lord!"
Seeing the young man wearing a long black trench coat coming out, they roared in unison, showing their determination and confidence to defend and fight.
"Gentlemen, this time an enemy invaded while the defense of Genji Heavy Industry was empty. We have to show them. Even so, the majesty of the Sheqi Eight Family cannot be shaken by a group of young men."
Yuan Zhisheng gave a brief and powerful pre-war mobilization.
Across the curtain of rain pouring down like a waterfall, they had already heard the roar and excited howls of motorcycle engines not far away. Looking out through the one-way perspective glass, they could see the pairs of people in the dark night. The golden eyes wandered like wild beasts.
The situation they encountered this time was particularly difficult.
"Da da da~"
The submachine guns in the hands of the crowd in the distance were roaring with flames, and the fine metal bullets were shot one after another on the bulletproof glass curtain wall of the building, carving out transparent holes of different depths.
"Young master, be careful."
Crow suddenly saw large ripples on the rain curtain in the distance, and a beam of fire rising into the sky. With quick eyes and hands, he pushed Yuan Zhisheng aside.
"boom!"
The huge explosion completely shattered the already shaky glass curtain wall on this floor, and countless sharp and small glass fragments flew in the air and scattered all over the place.
The crowd around him was also shaken by the violent explosion, and there was a buzzing in the ears.
"How could they have such destructive thermal weapons as individual rocket launchers?"
Someone woke up and cursed loudly.
"Don't worry about this for now. Let's solve the matter at hand first."
A man roared like a lion roaring.
It turned out to be the middle-aged section chief Genjiro Ryoma whom Li Yongyuan had met before, and the younger brother of Genichiro, the head of the Ryoma family. He also stayed here.
The man's long-standing prestige awakened everyone in an instant. They quickly pulled the bolt and squatted in front of the shattered glass curtain wall to start fighting back. Full ammunition poured out. For a while, the ferocious firepower even suppressed the flames on the opposite side. .
Personnel from both sides began to exchange fire one after another. The red lines of fire formed by the bullets shot straight into the sky, like fireworks in full bloom. From time to time, stray bullets penetrated the flesh and splashed scarlet blood.
The members of the Sheqi Hachi family would drag the injured to the edge of safety. As for the bosozoku, they would only bar their sharp canine teeth with increasing excitement amidst the wails of their companions, and then tirelessly pull the trigger.
"Sakura, take the commanding heights."
Yuan Zhisheng straightened his body and gave instructions to the beautiful girl beside him.
The girl nodded and ran towards the roof of the building with a pure black TAC-50 sniper rifle on her back. The 73.6cm long barrel was like a swinging stick and disappeared from sight after a few leaps.
"Young Master, another group of people have attacked from the front hall. Currently, the first and second floors have been lost."
Men yelled over the deafening gunfire, and they had received the latest news via radio. The situation is far more serious than imagined.
Yuan Zhisheng's heart skipped a beat. He knew that his approach of concentrating all the defensive forces on the seventh floor was abrupt and hasty, but now they had to organize backup.
There are also many unarmed waiters and operators in the building.
"Young Master, take a group of people and leave this place to me."
Genjiro Ryoma spoke in time. Now he has rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his strong wrist. The handle is longer and more curved than an ordinary samurai sword, and the cold light of the forest is flowing around him.
"Excuse me."
Yuan Zhisheng glanced at him, bowed deeply, and then strode away, his long black windbreaker swinging, followed by a group of elites with equally serious faces.
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"The Sheqi family seems to have encountered a big crisis!"
Under the pouring rain, Caesar and Chu Zihang were dressed in military green waterproof raincoats, looking like guards participating in flood fighting and rescue operations.
On a dark rainy night, they looked at the firelight of the building in the distance. Countless white water vapor rose up after being evaporated by the red flames, forming a spectacular spectacle.
"They looked like they were struggling."
Caesar looked at the Sheqi family who were being attacked from both sides and seemed to be interested in making a move.
"Follow the original plan."
Li Longyuan took a picture of his helmet mask and spoke indifferently. I don’t intend to wade into this muddy water.
These guys who are humble on the outside but arrogant behind the scenes say things like "I am the best in the world" and "Real men should live in war and accept the baptism of blood and fire" all day long.
In this case, it should be easy for them to deal with this kind of problem.
Chu Zihang held Nakamurasame in his hand and remained silent, but everyone knew that he would definitely side with Li Longyuan.
"Then let's work first."
No matter how proud Caesar is, he still understands that he alone cannot change the entire situation of the war, so these Japanese can only ask for their own blessings.
No, it seems that all the parties involved in the fight are Japanese.
Only now did Caesar suddenly understand the fundamental reason why Li Longyuan and Li Longyuan were watching the show.
This simply means that the issue of national legacy has not been completely resolved. Caesar had no choice but to mourn for them in his heart. He had no choice but to do so. The captain was now Li Longyuan, and he had the most say.
