Chu Zihang leaned on the street and watched this staged battle.
He held the "Murasame" modified by the equipment department in his arms, and the street lamp cast a slender shadow on him.
He had no intention of helping Caesar, and glanced at these angry boys indifferently.
Half of the street is covered with the wreckage of motorcycles. These bosozoku usually have extraordinary courage. They are people who have really done evil things. Their nicknames are included in the list of dangerous elements of the Metropolitan Police Department.
But now they were utterly defeated.
When Caesar had no motorcycle to hit, he shot them through the calf, a wound that would stay with them for the rest of their lives as a gift from the Gattuso family.
The black Ducati Dessedi RR suddenly jumped up. This is the team's car and the emperor on the track.
He hides behind the "vanguard" just to show up at the end.
The Ducati's outstanding performance allowed him to jump over Caesar's head. The high-speed rotating wheel struck Caesar's head, and the sharp blade in the captain's hand simultaneously stabbed Caesar's heart.
He left everything behind, hormones surged like waves in his veins, he was going to kill this foreigner, no matter who or what he was!
No one can stand in his way, and those who stand in the way must pay the price!
The Ducati fell from the sky, pounced like a tiger, biting the head of its prey.
Even if Caesar blows off the captain's head with one shot, the heavy motorcycle will hit his head and break his neck.
Caesar glanced lazily at the captain and stepped on the roof of the car.
The Lion Heart Society's bloodline refining technology - once violently bloody, the bloodline is purified!
Chu Zihang is not the only one who can pull this trick. As the emperor who has ruled the academy for a year, Caesar has many channels to acquire this "secret" technology, and he will not be much inferior to Chu Zihang in using it.
Caesar stepped directly into the roof of the Cadillac. The steel reached his ankles. He obtained a perfect support point, then raised his foot and kicked it on the Ducati's fuel tank.
Captain Zhang suddenly discovered that the Shekadi under his crotch was missing, leaving him alone in a "floating" state!
The motorcycle, which was traveling at 80 kilometers per hour, was kicked out by Caesar and hit the road.
Caesar put the gun back to his waist with his left hand, grabbed Du Zheng's long knife with his other hand, crushed it, threw it away, pinched Du Zheng's neck and held him in his hand like a cat.
At the same time, his right pistol continued to roar, and he shot down the limited edition Ducati Dessedi RR that cost more than 100,000 US dollars, removing its four-cylinder engine, axle, silver-plated tail row and handle, leather saddle, and precious... The logo, the battle flag of the Bosozoku... were all smashed.
Team was screaming and turned to look at Ducati.
That was his beloved motorcycle, and he would kill for it, but now he was watching Caesar destroy it like a paper cup.
Caesar didn't look at the Ducati at all when he shot it, but admired the captain's expression.
At this moment, Caesar raised his gun and blew smoke into the captain's face: "Your favorite horse or something...oh, I'm sorry, kill it."
At this time, Chu Zihang was crossing the street, and a burning motorcycle slid against the ground in front of him.
He swung the knife casually, and the motorcycle split into two parts in the middle and slid for a while before hitting the remains of the Ducati and turning into a fireball with a bang.
Team member's face was covered with tears and he was cursing in halting Japanese.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand. My Japanese is probably the worst among us." Caesar stared coldly into the leader's eyes, "Speak in English."
The captain still cursed in Japanese.
Caesar was going to scare him, but this short and fierce Japanese seemed to value the motorcycle more than his own life.
He was a little stunned. The murderous intent brought about by blood purification receded, and his eyes returned to their usual laziness. He tilted his head and looked at the fuming captain: "Chinese is also fine."
"Italian or French?"
"Well, I know a little bit of Hebrew and Latin, but I guess you are
Not really. Caesar sighed, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Aren't you afraid of me?" He used this sentence in Japanese. It was one of the dozens of Japanese sentences he knew. I don't know what he specifically learned this sentence for.
The scolding team member was stunned for a moment, and kicked the Ducati flying at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour?
Team member suddenly came to his senses, and the most evil man among the Bosozoku clan shuddered.
Only then did Duan Zheng realize that it was one thing to finish playing with his beloved horse, but it was another thing to finish playing with him. His life was now in the opponent's hands, and he was not sure whether the opponent was a human or not.
Caesar used the barrel of the gun to lift off Duan Zheng's leather jacket. Duan Zheng was wearing nothing under the leather jacket. On his chest was a lifelike tattoo of a woman entangled by a big snake.
"It's so exquisite. It's a pity that your skin is a bit rough. It's such a waste to tattoo it on your body." Caesar praised.
"Do you know this tattoo? In the Ryoma family, only branch heads and above can get this tattoo. You should know the consequences of offending the Ryoma family!" Duan Zheng felt that there was hope and mustered up the courage to express his filial piety, "Anyone who offends the Ryoma family will die, branch head." We are on the way! They will build you in concrete piles and sink you into Tokyo Bay!"
"I just said that your skin is rough, so you don't have to be so angry." Caesar was a little puzzled by this thin Japanese's sudden anger.
The captain was still shouting, and Caesar finally lost his patience. He put the Desert Eagle to the captain's ear and fired continuously.
After the roaring gunfire, traces of blood oozed from the captain's ears. When shooting large-caliber pistols, you should wear earphones to avoid hearing damage. Such continuous firing at close range will inevitably cause damage to your hearing that is difficult to recover.
Team Zheng was stunned.
Caesar tilted his head and stared into his eyes, neither angry nor evasive.
This kind of staring posture is like a ferocious tiger playing with a rabbit. It just wants to see how the rabbit struggles to die. It is best if the rabbit can show something exciting.
The fear in the captain's heart suddenly exploded. He realized that the blond guy in front of him was an Italian. The Italians were mustache's accomplices in World War II, and the mustachioed SS would use Jewish tattoos to make leather goods!
As for how to make it... is there any need to ask?
So this guy was looking at his tattoo so carefully just now because he was thinking about how to peel it off?
That must be it! For sure!
Otherwise, why would this guy look at the tattoo on his chest with such a greedy look that he wants to take the artwork as his own?
"Don't peel off my tattoo! Don't! I'm telling you the truth... that's... that's..." Captain was stammering.
Caesar nodded slightly. The captain was finally afraid of him. He felt quite satisfied with this: "It seems that he is afraid. Where was the courage just now? Where was the courage to shave my head? Where was the courage to run over me? Maybe I set you on fire. It's not courage that matters but fuel, right? But in an era of rising oil prices, your courage doesn't seem to have increased."
Caesar slapped the captain's cheek with the hot barrel of the gun: "I also suggest you improve your motorcycle taste. Ducati is just a toy, and its large displacement is meaningless. You ride on it and stick out your butt with yellow hair. Is this your idea of a man with a bad girl showing her thighs in the back seat? Come on, that's more like a pussy. Remember, real men only ride Harley Davidsons. I can give you the contact of their sales director The way is, say my name and get a 10% discount... I'll write his phone number on your chest."
The captain was watching Caesar pull out the pen and point the sharp tip to his chest, wailing in fear.
"I guess they're basically talking to each other, what do you think?" Fingel muttered.
"Don't waste time, he can't understand Chinese." Chu Zihang said nonchalantly, "And I have to remind you that he was so scared that he peed his pants."
Caesar glanced at the hem of the captain's tight leather pants dripping with yellow water, and casually threw the peeing guy into the stagnant water: "I said there was a stink, and I thought it was the smell of his hair dye."
He reached out and rinsed the water from the ground.
The captain's chest was soaked in stagnant water, and soon became covered with streaks of indigo or cinnabar-colored water.
pattern
The body dissolved, and the tattoo, which was as beautiful as a work of art, was actually painted on.
The team roared and ran away wildly, as if the people behind them were devils.
He actually wanted to tell Caesar just now that his tattoos were painted on and were worthless, and asked him to be merciful and not to skin him and cramp him...
"Is your radar still on?" Chu Zihang asked, "How many more are on the way?"
"Judging from the information brought back by the Kamaita, there are about as many people as a mechanized division." Caesar pressed the back of his ear and listened carefully, "I can hear the roar of the engine, the friction of the tires and the ground, the frantic heartbeat, The sound of mechanical loading... I wish you could listen together. This is a super exciting heavy metal concert, extremely arrogant, as if an iron wall is approaching."
The roar of giant bees was heard overhead, and a black helicopter hovered above their heads, locking each of them with a bright circle of light.
It was out of range of the Desert Eagle. Caesar tried to take aim at it, but shook his head and gave up.
"The Japanese gangs are indeed so arrogant that they even deploy helicopters." Fingel said with admiration.
"It seems that the retreat plan can be saved. Do you still have enough bullets?" Chu Zihang asked.
"It's not enough. You have to prepare for the battle." Caesar jumped from the roof of the car and took off the guns of the gunman in the car one by one.
He inserted the pistol into his waistband, Kalashnikov slung on his back, holstered the Desert Eagle, and dual-wielded Uzis.
At this moment, he has at least ten completely different types of guns all over his body, but this is still far from being "fully armed" by a firearms expert.
[In view of the general environment,
The legend of Kassel Academy is that Caesar can use all the standard weapons of a squad alone. He is on the position alone, just like a squad of Marines firing.
"By controlling so many firearms at the same time, can we ensure that no innocent people are harmed?" Chu Zihang asked.
"It's a bit reluctant, but are there any innocent people here?" Caesar shrugged, "I've had enough, what about you?"
"I do not mind."
Chu Zihang shrugged his shoulders and put Murasame back into the scabbard, then wandered around, picking up Japanese swords one after another near the wreckage of the motorcycle.
These were all left behind by the bosozoku boys as they ran away with their heads in their hands.
He inserted six of them into his waist, pierced the remaining ones into the ground one by one, and held the last two in reverse, with the blade facing away from his back.
Dozens of long knives stood in the storm, like steel thorns. Chu Zihang stood in the middle of the thorns, coldly watching the wave of light advancing at the end of the street.
There was a violent storm, and lights came from all directions. The forest of swords were reflected brightly, and Chu Zihang's eyebrows were reflected silver.
Too much murderous energy gathered on this street tonight, and the wind roared among the high-rise buildings like monsters and monsters.
——
"Boss, a bowl of soy milk ramen, sesame seaweed and pickled garlic." The boy opened the curtain and walked in, shouting to the ramen chef sitting at the customer's seat.
Inuyama Ga and Uesugi Koshi, who were sitting side by side, were stunned at the same time.
None of them noticed the young man's arrival.
"Oops! I didn't expect there would be guests so late." Uesugi narrowed his eyes and stood up from his seat with a smile, "A bowl of soy milk ramen, coming soon."
The young man did not hesitate and sat in the seat vacated by Uesugi.
To his left is Inuyama Ga, who is sitting upright.
"You should return home." Inuyama Ga's eyes were sharp, and his right hand had already grasped the handle of the knife at his waist. No one would doubt that if the boy said a wrong word, Onimaru Kunitsuna's blade would penetrate his neck.
"That's a fact," Gu Bei looked at Uesugi who was busy in front of the cupboard, "'I' have indeed returned to China. That is an established fact, something that everyone has seen with their own eyes. "
"But you're still here."
"Because there are still things I haven't finished yet, Inuyama clan leader."
Gu Bei looked at Inuyama He with a smile. For some reason, seeing Gu Bei's smile, Inuyama He had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Then you should avoid me, right?" Inuyama Ga narrowed his eyes, "I am the intelligence chief of the family. Aren't you afraid that I will bring things back to the family that you haven't left Japan yet?"
"You won't do this," Gu Bei groped his chin, "Yuan Zhisheng has a high degree of trust in you." If there is anyone in the Sheqiba family who is absolutely trustworthy, then He must be the head of the Inuyama family" - that's what he said, and..."
"Young man, use your soy milk ramen, sesame nori, and pickled garlic slowly." Uesugi smiled and brought a large bowl of noodles to Gu Bei, then walked to the sink and washed the bowl.
Gu Bei looked in front of him and smacked his lips: "Besides, there is nothing we can do about it. After all, if anyone in the Snake Qihachi family has information about the previous Shadow Emperor Uesugoshi, then the only possibility is to get it from him. From that era to this era, Inuyama Ga has been serving the two generations of Shadow Emperors..."
Before Gu Bei finished speaking, the air suddenly became stagnant. Uesugoshi's action of washing the dishes stopped, and there was only the sound of rushing water. Inuyama Ga's left thumb flicked Onimaru Kunitsuna's sword, and the moonlight was unsheathed on that part. The blade of the knife was cut into two pieces.
"So, your goal is to be the "Emperor" of the previous generation? "
"Yes," Gu Bei admitted frankly, "In this chaotic situation, the head of the Inuyama family can neither violate the emperor's order and follow the other four families to test the action team, nor can he stay aloof and remain indifferent to anything. "No one can do it, so the only way is to ask the emperor of the previous generation for help...if the emperor of the previous generation is not dead yet" - To be honest, Yuan Zhisheng's evaluation of you is quite appropriate, but it is also right, I heard All the successive heads of the Inuyama family have this kind of character... This is so easy to control! "
Gu Bei lowered his head and took a sip of noodles: "I originally thought this plan was too hasty, but I didn't expect that I was on the first floor and Yuan Zhisheng was on the fifth floor..."
"Well, this noodles is really good. No wonder Eriki told me to come here and give it a try before she left. She also said that the ramen chef here seemed to have an inexplicable sense of intimacy... How could he not be kind? After all, you But his biological father, am I right? The previous Shadow Emperor——"
"——Uesugoshi."
