Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 7 Demons
"It's old."

Kiryu Jiro murmured.

Fatigue filled every corner of the body.

He sighed self-deprecatingly.

More than a dozen corpses in front of him fell to various locations on the street, and only one living person was hiding behind the trash can, trembling, teeth colliding up and down.

Everyone was killed by a single shot.

Kiryu is not an ordinary old man, he is also an extraordinary person with the blood of a heroic spirit. His blood of a heroic spirit has awakened, and the awakened principle is still flowing in his blood.

His bullets can always hit a hundred shots, so the time it takes to kill these goblins is only ten seconds or so.

Even if it only lasted a dozen seconds, the consumption of running the Heroic Spirit almost drained all of his physical energy, making him feel exhausted.

"the last one……"

He raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

The bullet went to the head of the last extreme member as if it was automatically looking for a target.

when--!
The orange-yellow bullet was shot down, and after several ejections, it disappeared into the rain.

Kiryu Jiro looked at the person who came, and he was also a yakuza, with the same pattern on the tie around his neck.

And he could feel that the other party was also an extraordinary person, otherwise, he would not be able to shoot down his own 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 blue veins under his muscles protruded like an earth dragon: " I didn't expect such an old beast to be hidden in this old, 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 mix with this group of extremes..."

"Everyone has their own aspirations." Ruotou of the Baichuan Group said casually, "Where I like to be is my business, but you killed so many of my members. If you don't kill you, I can't explain it when I go back."

Kiryu Jiro said indifferently: "If you are killed, there will be no more troubles in the future."

"Kill me, and the Baichuan group should be removed." He said with a sinister smile, "But if you die, that little girl will end up miserable."

With a roar, 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 muddy water, and blood overflowed from his wound, gradually staining the surface of the water red.

Bai Chuanruo shook the blood-stained iron rod with his head, and said flatly: "What a pity, you should be stronger when you are young."

He broke into the flower shop, picked up the sleeping girl, and his back disappeared into the night.

The old man couldn't move, his fingers were stiff, and his pupils were gradually dilated, looking at the sky.

... old.

Because I am too old and my body is too slow, even if I can see the flaws, my physical fitness can no longer keep up with the speed of reaction, and a second of slowness can determine life and death.

He is not afraid of death.

His hands have already been stained with countless blood. As a member of the former executioners of the shogunate, he did not expect himself to end well. God has no eyes if he can live to eighty or ninety, otherwise how can he tolerate such viciousness? People live up to now.

He just regrets that he failed to make his way to the end.

Ren Xia is a thug, and also a villain who takes people's lives with sharp knives. He fights evil with evil, and dies when he dies.

But that girl is innocent.

Not being able to save her is Kiryu Jiro's regret for not closing his eyes and dying... If he was younger, he could have saved her.

An old man... a martyr in his old age...

He didn't lose to his opponent, but to time. No matter how turbulent the flame in his heart was, it couldn't change his aging body.

This unwillingness and regret...

In the end, he still couldn't close his eyes.

From under the old man, a dark shadow stood up, and the shadow solidified like a living thing, turning into a young man in a suit and holding a staff of civilization.

He stared at the dead old man.

Immediately, the young man squatted down slowly, 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, the wound began to heal, and high-temperature steam was emitted, and the white mist enveloped the surrounding area.

One hand separated the white mist, and it was not the old Kiryu who walked out behind the smoke screen, but the younger Kiryu, who only returned to 30 years old in an instant, and returned to the peak of physical fitness.

And the soul controlling this body is no longer Kiryu, but an outsider.

……

Bai Yu opened his eyes, his mind was very clear, his consciousness was also clear, his body seemed to be his own, every inch of muscle was full of explosive strength.

But he also clearly knew that the current self is using a body named 'Kiryu Takajiro', and he had already died of internal hemorrhage after being crushed 1 minute ago.

He fully felt the aging Ren Xia before his death from the first perspective, so that now he accepts his body and identity without much strangeness and 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 if I am not used to it.

Unlike the old body that would pant after walking a few steps, the current body represents Kiryu Takajiro's peak period.

The old man was undoubtedly dead.With his endless regret and unwillingness.

What Bai Yu needs to do now is to finish the story he didn't finish, and make the ending of this imperfect story the one everyone expected.

Flame-like words also appeared in his sight.

【Ren Xia · Finale】

【Destroy Baichuan Group】

[Fate has begun to weave, the countdown begins]

【02:59:59】

Mission objectives are clear; the time limit is three hours.

Bai Yu originally thought that he would feel flustered because of this sudden situation, but in fact he didn't. His consciousness was very calm, as if he had withdrawn from his excess sensibility.

He knew very well what he was here for, and he would not hesitate even if he wanted to pull the trigger.

And the flame in his heart still exists, as if he inherited the irresolvable anger from Kiryu.

He felt that he was more like an evil spirit at this time, an undead who came back to life for revenge.

It is precisely because the remaining memories of the deceased old man are also inherited together, so I feel like this...

anger

Bai Yu picked up the guns on the ground, and held up the black umbrella: "Reaper, come and collect people."

……

At this time, the old Edo and the new Tokyo are in the transition period. A large number of old houses have been demolished and new high-rise buildings have been built.

The whole era is rolling forward, and land has become the most valuable thing, and every inch of land is precious.

Many mafia organizations also focused on the land at this time, and chose to start a real estate business, making money every day.

Just to lower the price to buy land in the hands of ordinary people, they often use all means, from threats, harassment to kidnapping, and it is not uncommon for them to cut off the hands and feet of the other party in order to force the parties to sign.

Everything is for profit.

A van was driving towards the intersection, and the high tail of the Baichuan group Ruotou lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled white mist.

No one could have imagined that there would be a vicious extremist in this van, and there was a kidnapped victim in the back.

The girl in the back row was already awake. Her name was Kaoru Nishino. Her hands and feet were bound, 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 the tears had already flowed down, staining the dirty car mat.

How powerless she is, how unwilling she is.

She also knew what kind of end 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 it to lose so many people just for such a little girl?"

"Of course it's not worth it for her. If you sell her, you can't get back so many lives. This time it's a shipwreck in the gutter." Gao Wei took a puff of a cigarette, and said in a flat tone: "However, there are many people to recruit. The abolition of swords implemented by the shogunate caused a large number of old samurai to lose their jobs. These people have all become ronin. It is impossible for them to disappear within a year, and after one batch dies, another batch will be recruited, and I will not be afraid that no one will come if I am still in this group."

The little brother who was driving said in a low voice, "Then what will happen to this little girl?"

"Take it to the old place."

"Go directly to the?"

"Well..." Gao Wei said lightly: "So many people died because of this girl, she can't live anymore, besides, her life is actually worthless. In fact, an old man above got sick, so I discussed it with the team leader. , exchanging [-]% of the shares for internal organs, this girl is also just right, she originally wanted to force her to death and then take the internal organs, anyway, her father dared to sign anything in order to cancel those gambling debts, and the body donation certificate was signed long ago Now, all the procedures are done, just wait for her to jump into the sea and commit suicide."

"Then let's go straight, isn't it a bit of a bad rule?"

"Idiot, so many people have died, why do you care so much? The old man has no patience, and brought a doctor from the black market to find him, and even increased the price. Now they are waiting at the villa... Otherwise, let me go out in person?" Takao sneered.

At this moment, suddenly, a bright light illuminates the interior of the car.

The driver subconsciously turned his head to look sideways. A pitch-black car hit the side of the van directly, turning it over on the spot.

The van turned around and came back, Takao covered his head with both hands, swept away the broken glass, and grabbed the driver's arm: "Hey!"

When this was pulled over, the driver's head and face were covered with blood.

Gao Wei looked at the source of the blood, only to notice that the driver's side head had been pierced at some point.

Before he was hit by the vehicle, he was headshot!
Gao Wei kicked the door of the car and showed his stick: "Who is it! Get out!"

A pitch-black car lay across the middle of the road, the door slowly opened, and a young man in a black suit came out slowly, holding an old-style pitch-black pistol in his right hand.

He walked to the front of the car, and the headlights illuminated his back from behind, stretching the shadow very long. The heavy rain poured down, and it seemed that there was another back in gray kimono overlapping him.

No matter how bright the lamp is, it can't illuminate his facial features.

Like a ghost crawling out of the depths of hell.

(End of this chapter)