Please make money.

Then the sound of gunfire rang out...

The people under him have guns, although they don't use them often. After all, using guns and simply using violent gangs will attract different amounts of attention.

But it would be a pipe dream to say that these people can have any strict discipline.

He is usually brave, aggressive and competitive, and there is a possibility of fighting or even accidental discharge of weapons. After all, weapons are the things that can make a man's blood boil.

There were even some new guys who were ignorant and thought they could replicate the miracle of the bubble economy era of the last century by just taking out a gun, and then they were shot to death on the spot.

But there was no such a big thing falling, and without a helicopter, the slums nearby would turn a deaf ear to any noise they heard.

Now all these noisy noises mixed together, and the intermittent gunshots made it clear that something had happened.

"Hey - where are you - come here! What happened! Who broke in?!"

It won’t be the Metropolitan Police Department. This area is a default no-man’s land.

If the Metropolitan Police Department wants to come in and clear out the gang, the first thing they have to face is not themselves, but the pressure from the yakuza groups.

Even if people from the Metropolitan Police Department came, they wouldn't make such a scene - they would just surround us with patrol cars and shout some weird nonsense.

Chaos began to spread, and he called people over, but the guys who came didn't know what was going on.

Some said someone broke in from the east, some said from the west, and some said from the back.

Damn it, there is a cliff behind! Who can climb up from the cliff?

The last person who said there was someone in front was simply ignored by him - was the other party here to visit him?

"How many people are there? Who has seen how many people there are - who are they? Are there any idiots out there who want to play thieves over thieves?"

The gunfight was not intense. I don’t know if it was because there were not enough people or too many people. The gunfight was quiet after a few shots.

Until someone on both sides had definitely escaped and let out screams of panic.

"There are both sides! Two on one side! One on the other side - with guns! Very professional! With guns!"

"I heard it!" Tanaka wanted to punch the other person: "I ask you who they are! Who are they!"

Three people, is it a good Hollywood movie? The Rock?

Now these guys have become so arrogant. I just played for a day and slept for a few hours, and when I woke up, the world had changed?

The gunfight started from one side of the manor and moved towards this side. That was the identified duo, and a helicopter was helping them provide lighting.

I really don't understand why they even have helicopters! They are so professional!

But compared to the professional team over there, the reaction on the other side was much more strange.

"A person! A person! She used a knife! She stole Watanabe's knife!"

"Oh—the devil—she is absolutely the devil—"

"It's the Shura from Hell who's here to seek revenge on us! Run! Escape!"

"Alone?!" Tanaka widened his eyes, apparently not believing it.

He was also a well-known gangster in his past. He knew that he had to risk his life in recent years, so he did not slack off in his training.

But the more he trained, the more he realized that humans have limits. No matter how good a person is at fighting, when faced with Molotov cocktails, fishing nets, or flying knives, he is just meat on the chopping board.

If we add the guns we got, the opponent can be declared dead on the spot. That damn submachine gun is ten thousand times more useful than a samurai sword!

But now there are more than ten desperadoes on their side, who have done all kinds of evil things cruelly and ruthlessly, and they are being chased and hacked by just one person on the opposite side?

"Are you guys on drugs? Damn it! I told you not to touch that stuff!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he knew he was wrong because he saw that figure.

The lights lengthened each other's shadows, and several people - probably several people who had a tacit understanding - even used guns.

Then he saw the other party waving the long sword in his hand, and a burst of bright sparks burst out...

"..."

This was no longer a question of taking drugs. He suspected that he was still dreaming because he had drunk too much before.

So he slapped himself in the face, hard and heavy.

However, the mixture of pain and screams in his ears made him realize that he was awake and had provoked a powerful person.

It’s so amazing that he’s like the protagonist of a movie—and a superhero movie at that. Is he some kind of ninja?

After taking a deep breath, Tanaka calmed down after all these years of hanging out. He smashed the bottle in his hand on the ground and pointed at the figure.

"Kill her! Get a gun! Anything will do - get rid of her!"

It's not a big problem. The three men couldn't be killed because they only used pistols.

I still have people and submachine guns. If the situation gets out of hand and it's difficult to stay here, I can go out and hide for a while.

After all, the other party is not an official, that is for sure, and he has not yet asked the official to send out the super soldiers in urban legends to clear them out.

Is it a case of gangsters robbing gangsters? Or did I offend someone?

Until now, he had not connected the other party's arrival with his kidnapping of a "high-quality commodity".

After all, the person was kidnapped in the morning, and it is impossible for the other party to send ninjas by helicopter to rescue him in just half a day.

If we just wanted to save someone and notify the Metropolitan Police Department, we would probably still be registering information and writing countless pages of applications.

How could it be so fast? This thought flashed through his mind for only a moment, and then was forgotten.

He walked back, and his men who rushed out of the room passed by him, and he stopped them one by one.

"Go back and get your gun... Don't be afraid of making things worse. The other party has some tricks up their sleeves, so be careful..."

While wondering which of his colleagues was trying to mess with him, he walked back into the room and lifted up the tatami floor underneath the coffee table.

The woman next to him was still a little sleepy, probably because she had taken some medicine. She was a little panicked in her confusion, and looked a little crazy and silly.

He used to like young girls like this. They were students and didn't know much, so he could just cheat them and sell them later.

But now when something really happens, the other party can't help at all, which makes him seem a bit of a burden and annoying to watch.

"It's okay, just go back to sleep. There's a celebration going on outside, a shrine celebration, and the sound of fireworks."

To fool the other party, he pulled out a gun from under the tatami. The mahogany handle had a section sawed off, and the bolt could be pulled sideways with the backhand, making it very robust.

Minor fights can be solved with knives, sticks, etc., but when it comes to a real fight, you have to use Ma Feiya’s ancient martial arts.

He felt that he could handle the other party, so he picked up his gun again and walked out, looking around the dim manor with a sinister look.

The gunshots on the other side were still ringing, but the 'person' on this side had disappeared.

He held his gun and watched for a while. The occasional gunshots in his ears really annoyed him: "Damn it! Why haven't they done it yet? There are only two people over there. Are they special forces? Huh?"

A younger brother ran over and reported the situation in a panic: "They came in! Two of them! They have already entered the back dormitory!"

"Two people? Two people went into the back dormitory - where are the people outside? Are they all dead?!"

The back house is where they store the "goods", and dozens of people are active there.

Even if there were dozens of pigs, it's impossible that they would all disappear in an instant, right?

"They are very professional! And there are guns in the sky - that helicopter! There are guns too!"

Sniper? Tanaka subconsciously thought of this word.

Then he spat with disdain: "Am I worth that much? Mercenaries and snipers? And ninjas?"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of red light suddenly flashed past the window, followed by flames shooting up into the sky.

Amid the explosion, thick smoke and flames formed a small and exquisite mushroom cloud, and it was unknown whether it was paying tribute to some predecessor.

"Who used the bazooka? Are you crazy? I didn't let you use that!"

After using this thing, the intensity is no longer something that can be explained by simple extreme fire. He has to go out and hide from the limelight.

With that thought in mind, he yelled loudly and fired a whole magazine into the darkness, becoming more and more angry.

Looking back on the battle, perhaps only a few minutes had passed, or perhaps more than ten minutes had passed, either way Tanaka felt it was a very long time.

Some people came back to get their weapons, some were dragged back wailing to bandage their wounds, and there was more chaos, but the whole manor was in a frenzy.

Dozens of people. Tanaka couldn’t remember how many people were on his side, maybe dozens, or maybe a little more.

Some people come here to play, some come here to seek refuge with him, and then make a name for themselves and go out, or die in a gutter on some street corner.

But he only has a handful of truly capable subordinates, more than twenty of them, and they have come face to face with the invaders several times.

According to them, the invaders had various appearances, but what was certain was that two sides were fighting, one coming in from the back and the other coming in through the front door.

It was said that there were two people who came in later. They were very professional, with a strong military training style. They were much more professional than them.

And they were fully equipped. They hit the opponent several times, but the opponent just lay down for a while and then got up and fought back without even a scream.

So Tanaka understood that the enemy had bulletproof vests, and they could also attack in the dark where there was no light from helicopters, which meant they even had night vision goggles.

Professional, too professional. Tanaka has eliminated a number of ordinary competitors from the list. They definitely don't have such manpower.

Then there is only one possibility left, that some big shots want to turn themselves into the dead who are best at keeping secrets.

But why is it necessary? Although I do keep a lot of their dirty laundry to save my life, if they don't do anything to me, am I stupid enough to expose it?

As for the one coming in from the front, he imagined him to be the subordinate of those real big shots, just like the samurai or ninjas in the past.

He paced back and forth in the room, accepting the other party's strength while thinking about how to escape.

If they simply destroyed these places and made their people look like they had died in accidents or gunfights, then their goal would have been achieved.

If possible, he really wanted to take revenge on these guys - they didn't even regard him as a real person, they were just tools!

But he knew very well that the more important thing now was to leave here first, but before leaving he needed to find a substitute who pretended to be dead to conceal the truth.

A very loyal younger brother ran in with a wound on his arm and his shoulder stained red. He came back covering his arm and told the boss that he couldn't stop them anymore.

"They're killing our people! They're coming here just to fight us!"

"I know, I know, I have figured it out... I understand..."

He took off his high-end suit and put it on his younger brother: "You are injured, give me the gun, you bandage it and treat it first."

The younger brother was very touched. He handed him the gun and bent down to pick up the medicine box on the ground not far away without any precautions.

Then a gunshot rang out—

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Alia looked up at the warehouse with a somewhat silent expression.

As for the theatrical version, there would be scenes like car chases and exploding buildings, or taking down several large vehicles, which I could accept.

But these things... She casually opened a freezer-like drawer, took a look at the remains inside, and shook her head.

The firelight flickered in from not far away, and the narrow edges of the bed formed square grilles like spears and swords on the wall on the other side.

In the grille, mosquitoes and flies fluttered around the old light bulbs, giving the place an eerie look like an abandoned hospital or school.

In fact, this is indeed a sanatorium. It was abandoned during the bubble economy era, and the huge manor-style sanatorium was occupied by these guys.

Alia turned around and walked out. People were lying in the corridor in all directions. Blood was spreading on the ground, dyeing the dark corridor red, making it look like a quagmire.

"Why? I'm really a little angry..."

Someone poked his head out from the end of the corridor, his heart beating wildly, and he had no idea who the other person was talking to.

Clearly, many people were besieging her, so how did it become like this?

But the moment his eyes focused, he didn't even see a figure, only a flash of silver light passing by.

In the swaying and elongated grid of fire that was like a spear or a sword, a slender knife shadow passed by and directly pierced through another figure.

Then he nailed it directly to the wall, like a knight of justice, nailing down a hideous demon in a horror museum.

There was a painting on the wall, a fake oil painting, but the name tag was still visible in the dim light.

"Heavenly Punishment"

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When the gunshots finally stopped, flames had already covered everything in sight.

Tanaka gritted his teeth, suppressed the trembling of his body, flicked away the lighter, and threw it into the room behind him.