What they imagine about me is so scary.

Bei Daochuan did not expect that this lunatic would come to harass him, but this kind of thing obviously had nothing to do with telecommunications fraud, so Bei Daochuan calmly responded.

[Did you bring the guns and ammunition? 】

Bei Daochuan looked at the exchange of text messages quite happily.

This guy is addicted to role-playing, right?

Kitajima Chuan thought this and found it quite interesting. Could this be regarded as adding some fun to his ordinary but not completely ordinary youth?

[Of course, Mr. Kitajimagawa.Although they are all old guys, they still remember the old saying from the Celestial Dynasty, "The old is still hot." 】

[Thirty Thompson submachine guns M1 and fifty Colt M1911 are all said to be good for centuries-old brands. Of course, there are also good options for close combat. The M9 large spur-military version was purchased from the family forces in the Free State. Everything I get through my hard work is first-rate. 】

[Mr. Kitajimagawa, don’t worry, just in case we encounter a very tricky idea, we also obtained a batch of C4 plastic bombs through the family’s branch in the Free Country. I think this is enough, you In my opinion, as an armed force with this firepower, I think the Neon Ground Self-Defense Force is basically the same as a piece of paper. 】

Kitajimachuan looked at the long paragraphs compiled by the other party, and what he said seemed to be true. Hey, this is a Chicago typewriter and it is a century-old brand. The M9's military spurs came out. Kitajimachuan suddenly felt that the system It makes sense to give him a Damascus steel knife.

And oh, is this guy joking?

Are you really into the drama?

What grade is C4 plastic explosive?

Just kidding, terrorists can't master this kind of thing, right? Did they sneak out of a military base in a free country?

What about playing, making trouble?

As far as Neon is concerned, the two pistols of the comprehensive police force are considered to be in excess of their combat capabilities. To get you a semi-automatic rifle, you have to beg your father and grandma.

Listening to the other party's understatement, it was as if he could easily influence the presidential election in a free country. Kitajima Chuan was afraid that he would say something later and he could easily push a puppet to become the mayor of Xuanzhou, Ohio.

[Hmm, so, how do you plan to transport it here?Fly over?Or by sea? 】

Bei Daochuan talked to him casually.

Then start brushing your teeth.

Kitajima Chuan really doesn't understand that the current term for psychosis is still valid. It sounds like it's true. Sure enough, he's not afraid of neurosis, he's just afraid that neurosis is educated.

After brushing his teeth, he picked up the mobile phone he had put aside.

[As expected of Mr. Kitajimagawa, you have such a clever plan. We have already taken care of the Neon Cabinet. You put pressure through the political elections in the Free State and then transferred the pressure to the cabinet. You are really clever. 】

[Our first batch of guns will be landed on a former abandoned air force training base in Neon by the family’s private cargo plane. Neon has already sorted it out. 】

[As for the C4 plastic bomb, the reason given on the surface is international assistance. The family has stuffed it privately, and the customs is very cooperative. Put it down, Mr. Kitajimagawa, there is no way we can destroy it for you. 】

Kitajima Chuan looked at the words sent by the other party and had to admire the other party's wild imagination. It was actually related to what he was thinking in his mind. He was a master of nonsense.

Kitajima thought for a moment.

[Then come on, look forward to the moment when you meet me. By the way, be careful when the time comes. I like to keep a low profile. 】

Bei Daochuan curled up the corner of his mouth, thinking it was quite funny.

【clear】

Looking at the last sentence typed by the other party, Kitajima Chuan smiled, what did he think he was, a big shot with hands and eyes that could reach the sky?

Can the cabinet be easily handled?Are customs just like decorations?

Isn’t that too cool?

Kitajima imagined this scene coming true in his mind.

Then the whole person shuddered, that kind of scene was too scary.

"Sichuan."

Listen to the soft and ethereal voice behind you.

Kitajima Chuan turned around and picked up Kasugano Qiong, just enough to be eye level with him.He looked at the lovely Qiong in his arms and whispered to her:

"Qiong, have you been drinking milk lately?"

Kasugano Qiong raised his head and seemed to think for a while: "I'm drinking, but Kawato didn't buy me any potato chips."

Hearing what the other party said, Bei Daochuan was also stunned, indeed.

I almost forgot about it.

"Come back and buy it in the afternoon." Kitajima said, carrying Kasugano Qiong downstairs to eat.

He didn't know that he was in a Rolls-Royce at the moment.

The greatest mafia family in Italy, the second-in-command of the Douglass family, and the eldest son of the godfather, Christy Douglass, took a strong puff of the Cuban cigar in his hand and spit out a puff of white smoke.

He looked at the chat history on his phone.

It ends abruptly at that sentence:

[Then come on, look forward to the moment when you meet me. By the way, be careful when the time comes. I like to keep a low profile. 】

Sure enough?

Mr. Kitajimagawa was actually inspecting him. Sure enough, this was the test given to him by his father, and Mr. Kitajimagawa's life experience was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Kristy Doggers admired herself internally.

As expected of himself, the second-in-command of the Doges family.

But Mr. Kitajimagawa was so clever that he didn't reveal anything about what he was doing, but the other party could easily guess it.

This is truly a master among masters.

It is estimated that even the family's advisers cannot do this.

Mr. Kitajimagawa, I, Christy Douglass, am really becoming more and more curious about you. Protecting you is really a very challenging task. This is also what my father told me that he must complete. The safety of the other person's life must be taken into consideration. Cheng is equally important as his father.

He got it!He got it! ! !

Chapter 52: Within seven steps, the gun is fast!

It was a rainy day outside the window. I don't know why, but Kitajima always felt that his luck would not be very good today. This came from Kitajima's intuition.

And his intuition rarely makes mistakes, almost never.

He got dressed, held an umbrella, and stood at the entrance to change his shoes.

"I'm going out." Kitajima Chuan said to Kasugano Qiong behind him.

Kasugano Qiong waved his hand and said to Kitajima River:

"Be safe, Chuan."

Kitajima waved to her, and suddenly felt that Kasugano Qiong was quite bored at home every day, so why not buy her a doll.

Kitajima thought this way, girls probably like dolls.

Kasugano Sora is no exception as usual, after all, Sora is also a cute girl.

Bei Daochuan thought so in his heart, but he had already walked quite far without realizing it.

He looked at a man coming towards him.

That person immediately attracted Bei Daochuan's attention.

He is tall, fair-skinned, with flowing blond hair. His face is half-covered by a hat and bangs, and he has a cigarette lit at his mouth.He has a majestic posture and a cold and aloof appearance.

And the man also raised his head the moment he passed by Kitajima River.

Both of them seemed to be able to feel the strange aura of each other. Bei Daochuan could clearly feel the dangerous aura of the other person. The other party was really very strong. That kind of dangerous feeling was something Bei Daochuan had not seen for a long time. of.

The two turned around and looked at each other.

You can see the coldness in the other person's eyes.

They are almost the same kind of people, the same indifference, the same calmness.

"Your name? Boy?" the other party said.

Bei Daochuan was stunned and actually asked him his name.

He thought about it and decided to do something bad. Anyway, he was a lunatic who sent text messages to harass others.

"Kristy Doggs."

The man was shocked, how could it be!

How could the second-in-command of the Dawgs family be in Neon?

"Boy, don't play tricks on me. I'll give you another chance." The other party's eyes became colder at this moment, and he was obviously very impatient.

"Haha" Bei Daochuan saw that the other party seemed to be a little different from what he thought, but something could not happen on the street, so Bei Daochuan pointed to an alley on the side.

Then he walked in on his own.

At this moment, Kitajima Chuan admitted that he felt something was not right. The other party was obviously not a good person, and the surprise in the other party's eyes when he heard about the so-called Christy Douglass just disappeared fleetingly.

Does that mean?

Is there really such a person?

and........

and many more.

As Kitajima took a few steps towards the alley, his mind began to race rapidly.

This person's momentum?

Killer, or agent?

If only this man knew about the so-called Christy Doggs.

Could it be?

Is that person really a mafia? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

What if he is really a mafia, what kind of bullshit does Kitajima and him have? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

No, it's not all true.

Kitajima Chuan has a very deep memory of those exchanges.

It’s a Chicago typewriter, it’s a Colt, there are military spurs, and C4 plastic bombs, so are those things real?

Bei Daochuan was instantly frightened. He knew in his heart that this world can sometimes do things beyond imagination, so cold sweat broke out down his spine.

Compared with the opponent's pile of weapons and configurations of a reinforced company and a bunch of real gangsters with stupid intentions, the guy behind him is probably just a mess.

Thinking like this, Bei Daochuan walked into the alley, and the man behind him also walked into the alley.

The two kept a distance of almost one meter.

Kitajimachuan turned around.

The man behind him immediately put his hands on his waist.

Seeing the other party's action, Kitajimachuan's mind was running at high speed. He is the kind of person who becomes calmer in the face of bigger problems.

The other party must have nothing to do with law-abiding citizens. This is obviously a tricky idea.

If you want to suppress such people, you have to scare them first before you can survive.

"Seven steps away, the gun is fast, within seven steps, I am fast."

Kitajima Chuan grinned and spread his arms.

As if he could actually be faster than a bullet.

He moved his body, and the sound of bones brittle could be heard throughout his body.

"Want to give it a try?" Bei Daochuan's deep and hoarse voice echoed endlessly in the alley. He made gestures with his hands and squatted down slightly with his legs.

"Do you think I would believe it?"

The opponent's eyes were as cold as ice, and Bei Daochuan felt that even if he stepped forward at this moment, the opponent might pull out some unknown firearm from his waist and beat him into a sieve.

His death-like feeling is not comparable to that of Bei Daochuan, who is half-hearted. It is a real murderous aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Bei Daochuan can guess that the dead souls of the man in front of him are at least a hundred people. .

"Hey, kid, don't be ridiculous." The terrifying murderous look in the other person's eyes was like thick blood.

"who are you."