Chapter 7 Evil Ghost
"I'm getting old."
Kiryu Jiro murmured.
Fatigue filled every corner of the body.
He sighed self-deprecatingly.
The corpses of more than a dozen Yakuza lay ahead in various locations on the street. The only remaining survivor was hiding behind a trash can and shivering, his teeth chattering up and down.
Everyone is killed with one shot.
Kiryu is not an ordinary old man, he is also an extraordinary person with heroic blood. His heroic blood has awakened, and the awakened principles still flow in his blood.
His bullets always hit the mark, so it only takes a dozen seconds to kill these Yakuza.
Even though it only lasted for more than ten seconds, the consumption of running the principle of the heroic spirit almost drained him of all his physical energy, making him feel even more exhausted.
"The last one..."
He raised his hand and pulled the trigger.
The bullet went to the head of the last Yakuza member as if it was automatically finding its target.
when--!
The orange bullet was shot down, and after several bounces, it disappeared into the rain.
Kiryu Jiro looked at the person who came, he was also a yakuza, and the tie around his neck had the same pattern.
And he could feel that the other party was also a transcendent person. Otherwise, he would not be able to shoot down his bullet.
"Baichuan Group Ruotou." The visitor reported his name. He was a middle-aged man, holding an iron rod more than one meter in his hand. His whole body was powerful, and the veins under his muscles were as protruding as an earth dragon: " I didn't expect that there is such an old beast hiding in such an old and undeveloped old Edo." The old man touched the gun and said in a low voice: "You are an extraordinary person, but you are willing to hang out with these Yakuza
. ..."
"Everyone has his own ambitions." Ruotou of the Baichuan Group said with a casual expression, "It's my business where I like to be, but you have killed so many of my members. If I don't kill you, I won't be able to explain it to you when I get back." Kiryu
Jiro said calmly: "If I kill you, there won't be any trouble in the future." "
Kill me, and the Baichuan group will be removed." He said with a sinister smile: "But if you die, that little The girl will end badly."
There was a roar, and the thunder light illuminated the long street and also illuminated the two figures.
Two gunshots rang out.
Kiryu Jiro's body fell to the ground, splashing with turbid water, and blood overflowed from his wounds, gradually dyeing the water red.
Baichuanruo shook the blood-stained iron rod and said lightly: "What a pity. You should be stronger when you are young."
He broke into the flower shop, picked up the sleeping girl, and disappeared into the night.
The old man could not move, his fingers were stiff, and his pupils were gradually dilating as he looked at the sky.
...I'm old.
Because he is too old and his body is too slow, even if he can see the flaws, his physical strength can no longer keep up with the speed of reaction. A slow second determines life and death.
He is not afraid of death.
His hands had already been stained with countless blood. As a former executioner of the shogunate, he did not expect that he would end up well. It was already God's fault that he could live to eighty or ninety. Otherwise, how could he tolerate such a vicious behavior? People live until now.
He was just regretful that he could not make it to the end of his journey as a knight.
Ren Xia is a thug and a villain who takes people's lives with a sharp knife. He fights evil with evil and dies when he deserves it.
But the girl is innocent.
Not being able to save her was the regret that Jiro Kiryu refused to close his eyes and die... If he had been younger, he could have saved her.
An old man... a martyr in his twilight years...
He did not lose to his opponent, but to time. No matter how raging the fire in his heart was, it could not change his aging body.
This unwillingness and regret...
made him unable to close his eyes in the end.
From under the old man, a dark shadow stood up. The shadow solidified like a living thing, turning into a young man wearing a suit and holding a staff of civilization.
He stared at the dead old man.
Immediately, the young man slowly squatted down and pressed his right hand on the old man's chest, and the shadow gradually merged into the body of the deceased.
The corpse stood up again, its wounds began to recover, and it emitted high-temperature steam, and a white mist enveloped the surrounding area.
A hand parted the white mist, and the person who walked out from behind the smoke screen was no longer the aging Kiryu, but an even younger version of him. In just an instant, he returned to his thirties and returned to his peak physical condition.
And the soul controlling this body is no longer Kiryu, but an outsider.
...
Bai Yu opened his eyes. His mind was clear, and his consciousness was equally clear. His body seemed to be his own, and every inch of his muscles was full of explosive power.
But he also knew clearly that he was currently using a body named 'Kiryu Takajiro', and that he had died from internal bleeding after his organs were crushed a minute ago.
He completely experienced everything about the aging Ren Xia before his death from a first-person perspective, so that now he accepted his body and identity without much sense of strangeness or resistance.
He usually refuses to enter the body.
But now that I have witnessed it twice in a row, I have to get used to it.
Unlike his previous aging body that would pant even after walking a few steps, his current body represents Kiryu Takajiro's peak period.
The old man is undoubtedly dead. With his endless regret and unwillingness.
What Bai Yu needs to do now is to continue and finish the story that he failed to finish, and turn this imperfect ending into what everyone expected.
Flame-like words also appeared in his sight.
[Ren Xia·Final Act]
[Destroy the Baichuan Group]
[Destiny has begun to weave, the countdown begins]
[02:59:59]
The mission goal is clear; the time limit is three hours.
Bai Yu thought that he would panic because of this sudden situation, but in fact he didn't. His consciousness was very calm, as if he had withdrawn all excess sensibility.
He knew exactly what he was here to do, and he would not hesitate to pull the trigger.
But the fire in his heart still existed, as if he had inherited the irresolvable anger from Kiryu.
He felt that he was more like an evil spirit at this time, an undead spirit that came to life for revenge.
It is precisely because he has inherited the remaining thoughts of the deceased old man that he feels like this...
Angry
Bai Yu picked up the firearm on the ground and held up a black umbrella: "The God of Death is coming to collect you."
...
This is At that time, old Edo and New Tokyo were in the transition period. A large number of old houses were demolished and new high-rise buildings were built.
The entire era is moving forward, and land has become the most valuable thing, and every inch of land is valuable.
Many underworld organizations also focused on the land at this time and chose to start a real estate business to make money every day.
In order to buy land from ordinary people at a lower price, they often resort to any means, from threats to harassment to kidnapping. In order to force the parties to sign, it is not uncommon to chop off the hands and feet of the parties.
Everything is for profit.
A van was driving towards the intersection. Takao, the head of the Baichuan group, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled the white mist.
No one could have imagined that there would be extremely vicious gangsters in this van, and there would also be a kidnapped victim behind it.
The girl in the back seat was already awake. Her name was Nishino Kaoru. At this time, her hands and feet were tied, and a rag was stuffed into her mouth. The smell of engine oil on the rag made her want to vomit.
After waking up, she had heard the conversation of the surviving Yakuza and knew what had just happened.
She pretended to be unconscious, but her tears were already flowing down her face, staining the dirty car mat.
How powerless she was, how unwilling she was.
She also knew what kind of fate she would face in the future, but she couldn't even bite her tongue and commit suicide.
"Brother, I don't understand. Is it worth losing so many people just for such a little girl?" "
Of course it's not worth it for her. You can't get so many lives back even if you sell her. This time it's a waste in the gutter. The ship has capsized." Takao took a puff of his cigarette and said in a calm tone: "However, we have to recruit more people. The abolishment of sword orders implemented by the shogunate caused a large number of old samurai to lose their jobs. These people have become ronin. They are all Those who do not have a legitimate business and cannot be supported by the shogunate will have no choice but to take to the streets and hang out with us. This type of people will not disappear within fifty years. Once a group of people die, another group will be recruited. I am still in this group. Don't be afraid that no one will come."
The boy driving the car whispered: "What will we do with this little girl in the future?"
"Take her to the old place."
"Go directly?"
"Well..." Takao said calmly: "I died for this girl like this. There are many people, and she can't live. Besides, her life is actually of little value. In fact, there is an old man above who is sick, and she has discussed it with the team leader and exchanged 10% of the shares for the internal organs. This girl is just fine. The plan was to force her to death and remove her internal organs. Anyway, her father would sign anything in order to cancel those gambling debts. The body donation certificate had already been signed, and all the procedures were taken care of. He was just waiting for her to jump into the sea and commit suicide. "
Then let's go direct. Isn't it a bit of a bad rule?"
"Idiot, so many people have died, why do you still care about so many people? The old man was impatient and came here with a doctor from the black market, and also increased the price. Yes, now they are waiting over there at the villa...otherwise they will ask me to take action personally?" Gao Wei sneered.
At this moment, suddenly, a bright light illuminated the car.
The driver subconsciously turned his head and looked sideways. A dark car hit the side of the van, flipping it over on the spot.
The van turned around and then came back. Takao protected his head with both hands, swept away the glass fragments, and grabbed the driver's arm: "Hey!" After pulling it over, the driver's
head and face were covered with blood.
Takao looked at the source of the blood and noticed that a hole had been made in the side of the driver's head at some point.
He was shot in the head before being hit by a vehicle!
Takao kicked the car door open and showed his swing: "Who is it! Get out of here!"
A dark car lay in the middle of the road, the door slowly opened, and a young man in a black suit walked out slowly, holding his right hand Holding an old jet black pistol.
He walked to the front of the car, and the car lights illuminated his back from behind, making the shadow very long. The heavy rain poured down, and it seemed that there was another figure wearing a gray kimono overlapping his body.
No matter how bright the light is, it can't illuminate his features.
Like an evil spirit crawling out of the depths of hell.
(End of chapter)