Kawakami sighed silently, not because of his own situation, but because he was worried about the life of Poland Snow Tree.
It would be fine if the people behind that guy still planned to keep him alive, but if they planned to abandon him directly... Poland Xueshu might not be able to escape.
In fact, Tsumugi Kawakami is considering the feasibility of giving up his job and going directly to the third branch to settle accounts.
It's a pity that he still has a mission and cannot act too recklessly.
"Sorry everyone, can you wait a moment?" the gray-haired young man said politely,
"I am contacting my companion. I hope God bless him and he can survive the betrayer's attack." A circle of people around Kawakami was about to move, and then the leader made a calm gesture.
He is a tall, muscular black man with reggae hair.
"I'll give you two more minutes, friend."
"If the two minutes are not over, I will shoot." Another person said angrily. Judging from his position, he should be the second-in-command of the group.
"Ah, thank you for your kindness." It was a bit uncomfortable to stand in one position for a long time, so the gray-haired young man simply leaned against the wall lazily.
There was always a monotonous busy tone in the communication until it came
"No answer" prompt.
"It seems that he died, what a pity." Kawakami Tsumugi hung up the communication and looked at the group of gangsters in front of him - of course, they were not the same group as the group that surrounded him in the building before.
Based on the gunshot marks and bullet holes at the junction of the two territories, the gray-haired young man judged that the two groups should be hostile.
At the same time, although they surrounded the gray-haired young man, their attitude was quite respectful, or a little fearful.
Asking for help from others. Kawakamiji analyzed this point instantly. The crowd started to commotion again, and the second in command narrowed his eyes at him: "You don't seem to be sad."
"No, no, I'm very sad. But until those bastards don't pay with their lives, any sadness is a sign of weakness. I will step on the corpse and cry in front of Miriam's grave." The gray-haired young man replied seriously. , he once heard the gangsters call the Polish snow tree this way. In order to increase credibility, Kawakami used it casually.
The reason was ridiculous, and what was even more ridiculous was that the second-in-command looked like he had been deceived. The reggae leader sneered at this and said: "Our leader wants to see you." Just as he thought, Kawakami's mind started to work quickly. This group of people wanted to get something from the Polish Snow Tree.
money? Territory? arms? Unique product? There is insufficient information to judge, only some vague conjectures...
"It's an honor." The gray-haired young man said.
"Then hand over your weapons!" the second-in-command shouted.
"Now? That's too early." Kawakami raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly.
"Don't forget, we are still standing on the dividing line between us and those bastards -" Before he could finish his words, bullets were fired.
"Bang bang bang bang bang -" The gray-haired young man did not hesitate and ran directly towards the row of people in front of him.
The bullets left a series of bullet marks on the ground behind him. After scurrying to a safe area, Kawakami raised his gun and fired back: "Bang bang bang——!!!" Three gunshots hit three people in the head. By this time, the scene had become chaotic, and everyone was fighting back with guns. While retreating.
Except for the reggae leader and second-in-command who kept looking at him, no one noticed the relatively thin and short Tsui Kawakami.
The gray-haired young man took the time to change the magazine, and continued to fire cold guns while retreating. Still maintaining perfect results.
It was obvious that Reggae Head had the advantage. Spear Dash emerged from the window across the street, bullets poured in like a stream, beating the opponent back steadily.
When the group surrounding him was willing to stay for two minutes, Kawakami already knew that they must have backup.
"Hey, that gray-haired guy, come here!" the second-in-command shouted to Kawakami Tsumugi. His voice was not loud in the chaotic scene, but the gray-haired young man understood the mouth movements, so he quickly rushed over there.
The second in command and the reggae leader drove up an off-road vehicle. It had obvious splicing marks, but it looked sturdy and durable and could withstand bullets.
As soon as he got into the car, two other people squeezed in, and there were already two people in the car. Kawakami was squeezed in like sardines in a can, unable to move.
In addition, there was a smell of gunpowder smoke, blood, dust and sweat, plus a smell similar to rotting dead fish. The gray-haired young man who accidentally took a breath almost lost his breath.
In order to resist the desire to vomit, Kawakami couldn't help but put his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He silently wiped some blood from his sleeve under his nose.
Their purpose should be to take away Kawakami Tsumugi. Therefore, after the gray-haired young man got on the bus, the reggaeton-headed people began to evacuate; the suppressed gangsters emerged again.
"Boss, the Dog Gang are chasing us this way!" reported someone sitting by the window watching the situation.
The second-in-command on the passenger seat fired two shots through the window: "Let those bastards chase us, let's first--"
"Boom!" His command was buried in a loud noise, and the entire off-road vehicle shook. Except for the driver, almost everyone in the car looked back.
A conspicuous mushroom cloud rose from the intersection across the street. Under the setting sun, the entire asphalt road seemed to be coated with a layer of blood.
Feeling better
The "Dog Gang" was just about to take advantage of the victory when they were killed by a bomb. The bomb belonged to Kawakami Jiru, of course.
Half of Poland Snow Tree's stash was filled with high explosives, so Kawakami just kept all these C4 bombs on his body.
It was quite heavy, so he left a little at the intersection.
"Very beautiful fireworks." Kawakami said to himself, admiring the violent aesthetics indifferently. …………
The "dog gang" actually doesn't bark
"Dog Gang", their name is
"Ghost Dog". If you're polite, you'd be willing to call them.
"ghost dog" or
"Ghost", I called them the Dog Gang without being polite - this was in front of my face, but behind my back everyone called them the Dog Gang.
In contrast, the group of people who took away Kawakamiji called themselves
The "Jackson Gang" has always been incompatible with the Dog Gang. The two gangs are of equal strength and can be ranked in the middle or upper level in this area of the city.
"Yes, it is already above average. After all, no matter how majestic it is, this is just a slum, Chris." The man opposite Kawakami caught the gray-haired young man's unconcealed and fleeting surprise. Said slowly.
"People from the slums would not say such things with your expression, leader of the Jackson Gang." Kawakami replied with a smile.
Facing this group of people, Kawakami Tsumugi did not introduce his original name, but used an English name.
Too lazy to think for himself, the gray-haired young man simply learned from Belmode. Anyway
The name "Chris" can be used by both men and women. The man's eyes flickered: "Everyone who comes here has a story." On top of the two upper-middle-class gangs, Ghost Dog and Jackson, there are naturally greater forces, even outside the slums. competition.
Kawakami Tsuyoshi's reply was a fairly obvious test.
"Indeed, do you want to get something from my story?" Not intending to make any more detours, the gray-haired young man went straight to the point.
"Then it depends on what you can give me."
"That's a very cunning answer, leader. To be honest, Milian died of hatred before he had much communication with me. I haven't yet learned what he promised to the Dog Gang." Kawakami showed a lazy smile,
"Of course, this doesn't mean that I can't afford the price... What do you need? Funds, territory, manpower, or unique products? In other words, some useful medicines?"
