North American Detective: I am proficient in all kinds of American Iai

Chapter 328
The night was dark.

clap clap~
A group of people knelt on the cold ground with their heads bowed. Regardless of the numbness of their knees, they just kept hitting their swollen faces hard. It seemed that this way could give them a sense of security.

In front of them, a man with a ball head, his head resting on the ground, his back arched, trembling all over, a blood-stained knife point piercing through his abdomen, the ground was blood-colored, and he actually committed seppuku by enduring the pain.

This method of death is extremely painful.

In ancient times, there would often be a person holding a big knife at the side, cutting off the seppuku's head in time to relieve the pain of the other party, which can be regarded as fulfilling the Bushido spirit of the seppuku.

The fact that Wanzitou is so awesome is not because of his strong willpower.

Simply because times have changed.

Before the seppuku, he injected himself with medicine in advance.

But even so.

Maruko's samurai head, physical pain and mental panic, almost reached the limit.

Prisoners on the stage, with rich experience.

Seeing the trembling of Samurai Maruko's head and body, he strode forward without the slightest hesitation. The double rib-jawed knives at his waist flashed a cold light under the moonlight, and blood water rose into the sky like a fountain.

A twisted and ferocious head, Gululu turned on the ground.

The wide eyes of the sock warrior blinked slightly, and he only had time to sigh with emotion before his consciousness completely sank into the darkness:

What a quick knife!

Beheaded the warrior Maruko's head with a single blow.

The prisoner gently flicked the sword in his hand, the moonlight was like flowing water, the blood color and blood mist were smeared, and the blood did not account for it, and the inconspicuous appearance of the previous dark silver was restored.

click~
Sheath the knife.

The man raised his head on the ground, and a trace of bloodlust flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Like a puppet, most people will stretch their minds to the limit, feeling the oppressive feeling of piercing their body with a sharp knife point by themselves.

At this time, the head of the knife.

The rapidly running blood sprayed out and turned into a fountain, which is really the most beautiful scenery in the world.

It's a pity that this is not the Warring States Period.

Otherwise, he would definitely enjoy this beautiful scenery every day.

The man took a deep breath of the stench that permeated the air, sank into his dantian, and made a sound like thunder, interrupting the self-mutilation of everyone in the yard: "That black pig killed Team Leader Yamamoto and was rescued. It hurt the face of our Yamaguchi group, now I want to choose three warriors from among you, and kill their families to show it."

The majestic little Baga language has not been finished yet.

bang~
A gunshot suddenly came from the front hall.

This sudden change caused the man's expression to change slightly.

Don't wait for him to react.

bang~
The poor-quality wooden sliding door was lifted off by someone.

A group of gunmen wearing pale masks poured into the courtyard one after another, killing the little Luo Luo who was in charge of guarding in the front hall in just a short while.

This group of people didn't say a word, and their actions were extremely ruthless, and they would kill anyone they saw with their guns.

A group of boys kneeling on the ground wanted to get up to resist or run away, but their legs were already numb because of kneeling for too long, and they actually watched the bullets piercing through their bodies and the bodies of their companions around them.

The screams were desolate and short-lived.

in a blink.

The not-so-big Japanese-style courtyard is already full of corpses.

"idiot!"

Seeing this scene, the jailer man did not retreat but advanced, with a pair of clogs sandwiched between his short legs, the shadows of his legs intertwined, he rushed to kill the group of intruding gunmen at a very fast speed, and at the same time, two moon discs flickered, turning into Crossed and slashed towards the two gunmen in front.

Da Da Da~
Accompanied by a short burst of blasting sound.

Streams of blood mist exploded from behind the short legs.

Wait until it hits the ground.

The master of the divine chrysanthemum dual-sword style fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then went to see their Amaterasu.

"He tui!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm was spit on the face of this unknown master.

Under the mask, Lawrence's face was full of disdain.

What year is it.

Still juggling with knives?

Turtle!

He looked at another masked man who was shooting.

This man was Dean.

His mask is a little different from the others, one eye has an extra crystal-like lens, and an inconspicuous light keeps slipping through it.

This is Micromic's remote technical support.

through the wafer.

Dean saw a string of bloody letters: zero!

This means that the stronghold of the Yamaguchi group has been killed by them.

Dean glanced down at his watch and waved.

A group of gunmen poured fuel and lit the fire, without saying a word, they disappeared in this Japanese-style courtyard again.

before leaving.

A gun, 'accidentally' fell to the ground.

On it, there is a fingerprint of the boss of a small gang who had a conflict with the Yamaguchi-gumi and escaped by chance.

The boss has already hung up.

However, his fingerprints will still be the biggest guide for this attack.

Like it or not.

under diplomatic pressure.

Dean believed that the officials in Los Angeles would be very cooperative in summarizing today's action as a mere gangster fight, and in the end they lightly said some nonsense about maintaining law and order. On the bright side, the matter was over.

Breeze blows.

Blossoming pink sakura petals, falling in scarlet all over the place, the color is coquettish
This scene is just the beginning.

rather than end.

Dean's convoy passed a group of police cars with flashing lights and headed towards the suburbs.

Maybe it's for status.

Or for privacy and security.

Several small Japanese families, the main clan members, live in a Japanese-style courtyard built in the suburbs, and there are professional security guards patrolling with special dogs day and night.

But in terms of tight security, it can't compare with military bases.

Dean was able to breach even the military base by himself, not to mention that Little Mike had already controlled all communications, and he had also found out the surveillance marked by all personnel in advance.

Where do these people want to get.

It was originally for safety monitoring, but at this moment it brought them life-threatening.

And the communication was blocked unknowingly, which also led to the destruction of their most powerful Yamaguchi-gumi. They still did not receive the news, but held a dinner leisurely, drinking sake, and admiring the swaying figure of the dancing girl .

There are quite a few members of these small Riben families, including men, women, old and young. Although most of them are in the manor, the personnel are relatively scattered, and they are not as easy to clean up as the Yamaguchi-gumi.

But Dean had a clear goal.

This time, he wanted to take the opportunity to destroy the members of the Yamaguchi family who were most hostile to him!

Under his leadership, a group of people had a clear goal, and they were as powerful as a bamboo. As long as someone stood in front, they would fall in a pool of blood. Those security guards didn't even have a chance to fight back, so they were sniped by Dean one by one. kill kill.

Under this terrifying efficiency.

They quickly tore a hole in the security circle and arrived at the Yamaguchi family's manor.

By the time the group of people at the banquet wanted to escape, it was already too late.

"Kill all!"

"Not a single one!"

Dean waved his hand, and the gunman behind rushed in. Regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, an old man or a child in front, he pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and it was a saturated attack.

"Dean!"

Lawrence stared wide-eyed at this scene.

Those people in the Yamaguchi-gumi before were all blood-licking bastards, and he didn't have the slightest psychological pressure to kill.

But in front of
Dean then flicked his gun and shot three times in a row, blasting the heads of the three bodyguards who rushed to the courtyard from the side, and said expressionlessly, "Lawrence, do you still remember what we found at the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

Lawrence opened his mouth, let out a final sigh, and walked out of the yard.

When they arrived at the Yakuza, they found photos of Harry, Harry's mother, Harry's daughter, and him, pinned to a large foam blackboard. The purpose was self-evident.

If it wasn't for them, they would strike first.

Lawrence didn't dare to think about the result of being suddenly assassinated by a group of people.

It's just that he is not as cruel as Dean after all, he can only see and see, and choose to acquiesce.

Dean glanced at Lawrence's back, then turned his gaze to the crowd again, his gaze was sombre, and he couldn't see any brilliance of humanity.

He seemed to have returned to the training island in his previous life where countless corpses of his companions were buried.

For survival.

He has done too many horrible things.

It's just an extermination.

After Dean tore through the layer of fragility and softness in his heart, the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him could not disturb his mood in the slightest.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

No wonder they were born into this family!

It's strange, this group of little Bagua provoked me!
A group of unprepared flesh and blood, under the baptism of the torrent of bullets, has no effect other than howling in despair.

Before and after but 1 minutes.

The entire banquet scene became a scene of purgatory.

Dean glanced at the watch in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "From left to right, fill up the guns one by one, all headshot!"

So brutal and bloody.

Even these well-trained gunners couldn't help feeling terrified.

They said nothing and did what they were told.

Dean stepped forward to confirm the identities of the deceased one by one.

After confirming that all the core members of the Yamaguchi family had died here, they set fire to it, and rushed to the beach outside Los Angeles with the people smelling bloody.

When the police arrived after receiving the call for help from this group of young Japanese.

Except for the dead bodies all over the place, there was also a group of little Baga who were still in shock and crying, but found nothing.

There are special personnel to respond at sea.

Dean and Lawrence watched the group of gunmen get on the boat and disappeared from sight, and then drove a pickup truck that had been prepared in advance, and returned to the city with the 'game' prepared behind the carriage.

In the car.

Lawrence hesitated to speak.

Dean took out the pipe Neil gave him from his pocket and lit it, took a few puffs, and the cold feeling on his body slowly dissipated.

He reverted to Inspector Dean who was kind and talkative to his colleagues: "Lawrence, buddy, what's the matter, you are not usually so coy."

Hearing Dean's familiar ridicule.

Lawrence also lit a cigarette, took a few deep breaths, and said in a low voice, "I thought you would kill those gunmen just now, and I even put the safety on the gun."

Dean rolled his eyes: "Don't be stupid, Lawrence, you know me, I never attack my own people, but don't ask me where I found those gunmen, this is my secret!"

Although I am worried that the group of gunmen will leave, there will be a risk of leaking secrets.

But what Dean said made Lawrence finally let go of his tense and heavy heart.

Yes.

Although Dean looked more terrifying than those serial murderers just now, it was because those people threatened the lives of himself, Harry, and their families.

He cared too much about us brothers to react like this.

Think about it this way.

Lawrence felt a little guilty about his previous reaction.

FK!

I am really no joke!
When Dean heard that his brother was being bullied, he didn't say anything, took the risk, and led himself to eliminate the threat, but he reacted that way!
He snapped and slapped himself.

"Dean, I'm sorry, I thought you were a little too cruel just now." Lawrence's face was full of guilt, and the two hunks of flesh on his face also shrugged.

Dean shrugged: "Come on, Lawrence, we're brothers!"

"kindness!"

Lawrence nodded heavily: "We will be brothers for life!"

On the boat that absconded in the dark.

A group of gunmen who had just completed multiple massacres threw their masks and pistols into the sulfuric acid barrels on the ship. While eating the food prepared in advance, they looked at the conditions of their companions around them.

Do not know why.

Almost everyone's face was a little pale.

This kind of whiteness is different from their skin color, but the kind of whiteness that loses blood.

Finish your food.

Cigarettes were handed out.

a long time.

A capable old man who seemed to be 50 years old sighed: "I just thought we were going to be killed by that butcher-like employer. Fortunately, I was thinking too much. This time I got the commission, and I am going to go to the East spend the rest of my life in a small country."

He usually rarely divulges his own information.

But in this operation, although the tall employer did not show any hostility towards them, the opponent's terrifying marksmanship and cold tone gave him a lot of psychological pressure as a veteran.

The old man wanted to calm himself down by talking.

How do you know.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the others couldn't help talking about their feelings.

"I just kept touching the gun. I don't know why. When I was swept by that guy's eyes, I couldn't help but think of the way that beast looked at me when I was thrown down by a North American gray wolf when I was a child."

There were also people far away from Dean, who chuckled and said disdainfully: "Hey, guys, are you talking about a joke? They are all flesh and blood, and they are afraid of farts, and that guy is not going to take back the guns on us, which means I never thought of silence, you guys are actually worried, tsk~"

The two sides began to argue.

Sudden.

The old man's ears trembled slightly.

In the howling sea breeze, he seemed to hear a sound of uneasiness.

"To shut up!"

He stood up suddenly and yelled at everyone.

The people who were arguing were a little confused by his actions, and couldn't help but focus on this 50-something old man.

The old man ignored the fierce and unkind eyes of these people, and lay down directly on the board of the boat. Then his pupils shrank violently, and he jumped up and rushed towards the sea.

next moment.

bang~
Horrific explosions rumbled across the sea, tearing apart the hull and the unresponsive gunners.

The old man was in mid-air, and suddenly remembered the way the tall man looked at them when he sent them on board: cold and without fluctuation, as if he was looking at a group of corpses.

There was a bitter smile on his lips.

The next moment, the orange flame exploded, tearing him apart and devouring him.
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