If you get lost on the love map

Chapter 50 The decisive battle that must be faced (updated in advance)

Put on the coat that has been shot through a hole by the bow and arrow again, pick up the rope and flashlight thrown out, and drag the underworld archer that has been dealt with into the dark corner.

After doing all this, Naizukahiko took his wooden sword again and carefully climbed the stairs leading to the third floor.

……

In the only office on the third floor, the leader Fukuda Shinichi was sitting on his seat with Erlang's legs crossed.

His eyes seemed to stay on something above the table, and he seemed to be in a trance, making people completely unable to guess what he was thinking.

There were two other people in the room, one standing upright by the door.

The other person sat on the sofa in the guest seat, with Erlang's legs also raised.

It's just that his movements are more elegant, just resting his chin with his hand, and he seems to be thinking about something.

I don't know how long ago, Futian Jinyi seemed to have suddenly recovered from his daze, and turned his eyes to the underworld standing at the door, "What time is it now?"

"42:[-], boss!" The gangster looked at his watch and replied immediately.

"When did Naoki Honma leave?" Fukuda Jin glanced at the man beside him who was still thinking.

"At 53:[-] last night!" The gangster answered without hesitation.

It seems that, if it weren't for Fukuda's need for minute precision, he could even report to the second.

"The situation is not right. Honma has never spent that long in doing things." Fukuda Jinyi frowned on his scarred face, "Is there any news coming back?"

What Fukuda Shinichi said "never took that long" refers to the fact that when faced with a target with little resistance, Honma usually completes the task quickly.

Tasks that take an already long time are another matter.

"Until now, none of them!" The underworld replied without hesitation, and it sounded very loud.

"Mr. Anping, it seems that there must be something wrong with Naoki Honma." Fukuda Jinyi stood up, walked out of the range of his desk, and said to the thinking man casually.

The man looked only in his thirties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and looked a bit bookish.

"Mr. Fukuda thinks, what accident might happen?" An Pingmao finally stopped thinking and asked in polite words.

"I don't know." Although Fukuda Jinyi was worried that he wouldn't be able to get the next few boxes of money, he didn't plan to hide anything. It would have expired at midnight on Tuesday."

"Could it be the Kansai man named Nazuhiko, who asked the Democratic Party for help?" An Pingmao rubbed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, as if trying to find out the possibility with one question after another.

"Impossible." Fukuda Jinyi flatly denied, "If he can invite the pro-democracy faction to end, then why are we staying here? It's better to sneak out of Bunkyo District and make plans earlier."

"That's true, please give the next warning from the pro-democracy faction, it should be the limit that Naizukahiko can do." An Pingshio nodded understandingly, "But if you say that... Could it be that Naizukahiko did it himself? of?"

"Him?" Fukuda Shinichi sneered, his eyes full of contempt, "A boy under 20 years old, can he hold on under the hands of my six younger brothers holding steel pipes?"

"There is no shortage of such people in the central region." An Pingmao raised his head and replied earnestly, "I also ask Chief Futian, don't make assumptions about others because of the situation in Bunkyo District."

"But Naizukahiko is not from the Central Region." Fukuda Shinichi picked up the cup next to him and drank it, "The underworld in Kansai is much less than in Kanto... A little brat who has never seen an underworld, can Dealing with six people like this..."

Fukuda Jinyi sneered twice and didn't say any more.

Looking at him, An Pingmao frowned, but he still didn't speak.

He is here to ask the underworld for help, and he doesn't want to turn his back on anyone unless it happens.

Of course, if necessary...

"Boss, I seem to hear something!" The little brother who had been standing in front of the door like a piece of wood suddenly said.

"What?" Fukuda Jinyi looked at him impatiently.

"It's kind of like footsteps... as if someone was approaching the room."

"Footsteps?" Futian Jinyi sneered, "It can't be the people who guard the building who want to be lazy...or are they going to report what happened?"

He was talking to himself, but the younger brother needed a reply, "So Chief, what should I do?"

"Go out and see what's going on." Futian Jinyi waved his hand, "If you want to be lazy, give him a hard kick and drive him back. If something happens, bring him in!"

"Yes, chief!" The younger brother nodded vigorously, turned around and opened the door to walk out.

Futian Jin looked at it for a moment, hammered his head twice, and set his eyes on An Pingmao who was beside him.

His eyes narrowed.

Because he clearly saw that An Pingmao took out a handkerchief and was seriously wiping a pistol.

That's right, a pistol, a pistol known simply as PM, or Marklov.

It was a common pistol used by the Northland army. After the army personnel responsible for maintaining order in the central region of the Northland were evacuated, although most of the firearms were destroyed, there were still some fish that slipped through the net.

For example, the Markloff pistol in front of me used to be an extremely widely used model.

"Mr. Anping, what do you want to do?" Futian Jin approached his desk calmly, and then reached out and grabbed the knives placed crosswise on the wooden frame.

"Don't misunderstand the leader of Futian, I'm not trying to fight." An Pingmao smiled and continued to wipe his pistol wholeheartedly, "I just think...it needs to be maintained."

Fukuda Shinichi's expression was slightly relaxed, "Mr. Anping has no such idea...but why now?"

"Because, I smelled danger." An Pingmao raised his head with a slightly intoxicated expression, "If danger is about to come, of course, be prepared before it comes."

This neurosis!
Fukuda Jinyi scolded secretly, but there was still no extra action.

He has seen a lot of arrogant gangsters, but An Pingmao is such a gentle person, but when he encounters certain scenes, he will change his personality.

But don't get me wrong, he has a gun in his hand, and if he doesn't like anyone, he's almost gone with a shot.

Moreover, this guy is quite vigilant. Even when he is sleeping, he will not leave the gun, so that any gang member who wants to knock on the door and tell him something must be frightened for a while, for fear that he will suddenly raise his hand and shoot.

It is said that the ruthless is afraid of being stunned, and the stunned is afraid of dying.

If Futian Jin is only at the level of "ruthless", then the An Pingmao in front of him is at least at the level of "stupefied".

Shinichi Fukuda said that he accepted An Pingmao's commission because he wanted to earn 2000 million yen, but he was worried that if he didn't agree, An Pingmao would just raise his hand and shoot him on the grounds of keeping it secret. What about killing on the spot?
He didn't even think that after his death, those little brothers would still think of revenge for him under the threat of a pistol.

Of course, 2000 million yen also made Shinichi Fukuda drool.

That's why he and Shigeru Anping hit it off and decided to take action against Naizukahiko.

Fukuda Jinyi stopped talking, just picked up his knife and looked in the direction of the door.

Be careful, not too much.

"Boss Futian, don't you call your little brother back?" An Pingmao finally put away his handkerchief and reminded him inadvertently.

"Mr. Anping really thinks it's dangerous?" Fukuda Jinyi's heart sank.

The polar path that came out of the environment in the central region must have a more sensitive sense of smell than the underworld leader of a small gang like him.

"If Chief Futian doesn't believe it, I have nothing to say." An Pingmao smiled politely, and even shrugged when he had time to spare.

Futian Jin looked at him for a moment, and finally shouted: "Benshan, come back!"

The voice echoed on the third floor, but the younger brother who had already walked out never responded.

"Look, Chief Futian, am I right?" Although An Pingmao was saying that danger was approaching, his expression was not nervous at all, instead he became more and more excited.

He looked like an elegant scholar before, but it wasn't until this moment that he revealed his true side as a pole.

Fukuda Shinichi looked at this guy who regarded combat as fun, and felt a chill in his heart.

He is a gangster just to make a living, not to fight hard!

But now, he still has to endure these things, and cooperate with this lunatic beside him to solve the unknown enemy who is attacking.

……

Not far from the office on the third floor, Naizukahiko hid in the shadows, looking at the office door that opened in the distance.

Dim yellow lights shone from inside, as if to lure treasure hunters into a trap and die without a place to die.

Not far from his feet, lay the underworld boy called "Benshan" who came out just now.

Compared to the vigilant whistleblowers and underworld archers in front of him, this mountain is easy to deal with too much.

He neither took out his weapon in time, nor raised his vigilance, nor did he have a strong ability to fight.

It was only after Nazukahiko flashed out and slammed his forehead, he fell to the ground.

But just when Naizukahiko was going to deal with the guy at hand first, and then pursue further victory, he heard shouts from the office.

And the members of the yakuza have been knocked down by him, and Nazukahiko's voice control is far from being able to imitate the other party's speech - let alone he doesn't know what the other party's voice sounds like.

Everything foreshadows one thing.

That is, Nazukahiko can no longer hide himself, maybe he can take advantage of some terrain, but it will never reach the point where he has no intention of calculating with his mind.

He must stand up, face the underworld leader head-on, defeat him, and then catch the person from the central region, and then it is possible to end all this at the moment.

Seeing the light flowing from the distance for a moment, Naizukahiko suddenly laughed.

What is he still hesitating about?

When he walked out of the house, he was already mentally prepared. It was only because everything went well before and the worst situation was not encountered, so he came all the way to the third floor of this small building.

Why was he hesitant after he made it clear that he had to confront each other head-on?
He should have been prepared by now.

Holding the wooden sword firmly, Naizukahiko walked towards the office in the distance.

In the office, Fukuda Jin stood behind his desk with his samurai sword in one hand, his eyes fixed on the door in front of him for a moment.

He heard clear footsteps in the hallway.

One by one, with rhythm, getting closer and closer.

Fukuda Shinichi took a deep breath.

Finally, a figure appeared under the light and shadow.

Well-proportioned, handsome, and a little too young.

He was holding a wooden sword in his right hand, and a ball in his left hand from time to time.

"Who are you, and why did you come here late at night?" Futian Jinyi looked at the young man in front of him and asked coldly, "Where are my subordinates, where are they?"

"Before asking someone else's name, shouldn't you tell me your name first, this underworld leader?" Nazuhiko looked at the middle-aged man with a scar on his face, his tone was calm.

"I'm Futian Jinyi." Futian Jinyi's eyes twitched, but he still reported his name.

"That's good, I'm Naizukahiko, and I'm an old acquaintance of the Fukuda leader these days." Naizuka smiled, "Because the Fukuda leader cares too much about me, I think I can't let the Fukuda leader worry too much, so I came to the door myself."

Fukuda Jinyi frowned so much that he could almost hold a pack of cigarettes, "So it's not just Benshan, but also Honma Naoki and the others..."

"Oh, don't worry about this, Chief Fukuda, I just invited them to eat some dessert and let them rest for a good night." Naizuka Yan yawned, "Look, I came all the way, and I was a little sleepy. ."

"Did you do it yourself? Killed six people, including Honma, and four people in this building?" Fukuda Jinyi looked at him, and couldn't believe it.

With a wooden sword, he subdued six underworlders with steel pipes...

Is this something that ordinary college students can do?

"More than that, I still asked someone to help." Naizuka yawned again, "I said, Chief Fukuda, you are so focused on chatting, do you want to find out if I am here alone, or do you want to delay the time? Waiting for reinforcements?"

Futian Jin's face turned black.

The boy in front of him was right. He not only wanted to find out if this guy was alone, but also created an opportunity for Anping Shigeru to touch Naizukahiko's back.

But looking at the way this kid pierced with a single sentence... Could he be a veteran of fighting?

For a while, the underworld leader was a little undecided.

"It sounds like Naizuka-kun seems very confident, but in front of this thing, Naizuka-kun... can you still be so confident?" Anping Shigeru's voice came from behind Naizuka-hiko.

He held the Makarov pistol with a silencer in his right hand and aimed it at the back of Naizukahiko's head, while his left hand hung down naturally, with no intention of taking Naizukahiko in his eyes.

After all, in his opinion, the young man in front of him can only fight with one shot.

(End of this chapter)