The rise of the reborn hero

Iwamoto Chome, a wealthy area.

Every inch of land in Sakura Kyoto is precious, but even so, the rich people here still live in their own courtyards, with dense and lush tree branches protruding from the walls.

Now is the season when locust trees are in bloom. The white flowers and rich fragrance make this particularly quiet alley feel poetic and picturesque.

A black Mercedes-Benz sedan parked quietly at the entrance of the alley. Inside the car, Otomo Miwa's right-hand men Kimura and Mizuno were clearly visible.

"Why not let us take action and rely on this person?"

Mizuno's eyes were fixed on the courtyard at the deepest part of the alley, muttering complaints in Japanese. Judging from the Yakuza members in black suits at the door, he had determined that it was undoubtedly the real residence of Hiroshi Sekiguchi..

Hiroshi Sekiguchi is very cunning. Over the years in Sumiyoshi, this guy’s favorite thing seems to be to take turns spending the night at several mistresses’ homes, and rarely stays in one place. It took more than an hour to get such an accurate location. Obviously, it was spent on a private house. Detective's 10 million yen is well worth it

"Shut up."

Otomo Miwa scolded the somewhat unruly Mizuno, and looked at Su Yier who was leaning in the back seat and reading a Sakura comic.

He didn't dare to underestimate this cripple.

Otomo Miwa knew that he had also seen Jinxiu's top martial arts. Tough, he can understand what Su Pingnan means. The reason why the boss BOOS uses these people is not because he does not believe in the ability of people like himself, but because he wants this matter to be done extremely beautifully.

You must know that relying on people like him to kill Hiroshi Sekiguchi and Haruo Numa is not the same. It's not difficult, but the process is nothing more than the same old routine of Sakura Gokudo fighting. This kind of shock is more anger than fear for Nishika Shigeo and other senior Sumiyoshi Kai.

If these people are allowed to do it, the process and results will undoubtedly subvert the Sumiyoshi Kai. The senior management's understanding of fighting.

Hanabishi Kai is a living example.

Until now, Busch, the old fox, can't figure out where he lost, and why he has been calm for such a long time.

"Let the Sumiyoshi Club understand that they are facing a giant ship that can ride the wind and waves in Sakura's dark world."

Su Pingnan's eyes were arrogant when he said this,"And the storm they caused was not enough to pose any danger to us."

It was quiet in the car. Su Yier was flipping through the comics of Saint Seiya leisurely, with a calm expression that even Otomo Sanwa, the fierce god, admired.

In Otomo Sanwa's perception, this kind of person is pure A killing machine, they were carefree and indifferent to all lives, including themselves. But Su Yier's next words made him have a little doubt about his judgment.

"Otomo-kun, how many volumes are there in this set of comics?"

Su Yier put down the comic and moved his arms leisurely,"My little guy likes this animation very much. I plan to bring him a set when I go back."

"It seems like a lot of copies, but they are very easy to buy. If Su Jun likes it, I will let someone get a set of selected editions for you."

Otomo Miwa's tone was respectful.

"Hiroshi Sekiguchi is out!"

Mizuno interrupted the conversation between the two people. He rubbed his sore eyes because he had not closed them."The guy in the white suit and red tie is Sekiguchi. This is his usual dress."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the gun who did not act immediately. Instead, he slowly pushed the yellow-orange bullets one by one into the Type 56, which was almost 1.1 meters long. Inside a semi-automatic rifle

"This thing is probably older than me."(To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Even though the gun was well taken care of, the orange-yellow gun handle full of mottled traces of time could not be hidden from Mizuno's eyes, but he was still afraid of Otomo's scolding after all. , the sound produced is almost inaudible

"A good weapon is a weapon that can kill people. At a distance of less than 300 meters, it is the best choice in terms of accuracy and the possible failure rate of shooting four people in a row."

Su Yier, who has never spoken Japanese, suddenly answered with a strange accent.

Before Otomo Mizuno and others could react from the shock that Su Yier, a taciturn guy, could actually speak Japanese, Su Yier had already used The crippled left leg kicked open the car door, and then the whole person ran out like a cheetah.

".boom!"

Su Yier's movements were so flexible that he didn't look like a disabled person at all. After a roll to relieve his force, the man used a Xia Army's standard half-crouching shooting action to pull the trigger.

The man's right hand was so fast that he even appeared disabled. Shadow, the gun bolt was pulled,"Bang!"Another gunshot rang out.

Rolling, crawling, jumping...

In the eyes of Mizuno and Otomo Miwa, who did not understand what individual assault mobile target shooting was, they naturally could not understand the horror represented by these standard movements and the lack of any deformation.

They have the same feeling that their mouths are so big that they can put certain fan objects in them.

Art.

It turns out that someone really can turn killing into a very beautiful art!

"Walk."

In less than a minute, Su Yier (Zhao Qianhao) returned to the car.

"Don't we need to replenish our guns?"

The look of admiration and envy Mizuno looked at Su Yier made Su Yier, who had just read the comics, feel a little chilled. He really admired the level of the Sakura manga artist. Because he felt that the little devil's expression when he looked at him now was like that What Saint Seiya sees exactly the same virtues in Athenia?

"I won't miss."

After receiving Su Yier's affirmative answer, Mizuno, who was completely convinced, stepped on the accelerator without hesitation. The black Mercedes-Benz sped out almost like an arrow and quickly disappeared into the vast traffic.

Feng Gradually it grew bigger.

A few snow-white and fragrant locust flowers fell into the dark red blood flowing in the alley. The colors were colorful but weird, just like a post-impressionist oil painting.