Chapter 647 Prophecy
"It's raining!"
Under the black killing team building, more than 30 black cars and seven or eight vans were parked there quietly, and each car was full of fully armed members of the black killing team.
Standing under the car, Asakura Ken looked at the raindrops in the sky, and asked in surprise, "It's raining in such a good weather?"
Shen Qingzhu, who was sitting in the back seat, glanced at the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and lightly flicked the burning cigarette out of the window, and the black window rolled up automatically.
"Go." He said lightly.
"Yes!"
Asakura Ken got into the car immediately, connected the channels of all vehicles through the walkie-talkie, and shouted loudly:
"Set off!"
boom--! !
More than forty engines hummed at the same time, bunches of bright headlights lit up, the vehicle tore through the dark night, and galloped away in the rain like a roaring beast!
rain,
It was the signal agreed between Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu.
...
Black Sycamore Club.
Uncle Kyosuke hugged Yurina who was crying, and glanced lightly at the darkness in the corner.
He gently touched Yurina's head, smiled and said:
"Little Yuli, the club is a bit dirty, and the uncle needs to reorganize it. Can you and Xiaojin go buy some glue and cleaning agent for the uncle?"
Yurina raised her head and asked with red eyes:
"Can it really be fixed?"
"Can."
"...Then, well then..."
Yurina let go of Uncle Kyosuke, who gave Xiao Jin a look, and Xiao Jin held Yurina's hand and walked slowly towards the distance.
In the deserted street, Uncle Kyosuke stopped at the door of the dark club for a long time, raised his foot, and walked slowly into it.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
About five minutes after Yurina and Xiaojin left, several cars drove into the street. Mr. Jing quickly got out of the car with a dozen of Han Chuan's subordinates, closed the door heavily and came.
"Are you sure? They're back?" Mr. Jing asked.
"Sure, our people have been watching here."
"Did you see the target?"
"I see, the descendants of Youli Heizhe are indeed here, there is no mistake."
"What about Asaba Nanaya?"
"The person who followed said that as soon as they came back, Asaba Nanaya left with another person, and they didn't know where they went. Now there should be no one in this store who can stop us."
"it is good."
A gleam flashed in Mr. Jing's eyes, he turned his head, and said to his subordinates behind him: "Take the guys away, let's arrest them!"
A dozen or so people rushed to the door of the Black Indus Club with their own weapons, and they froze in place as soon as they stepped into the door.
In the middle of the dark and messy restaurant, tables and chairs piled up here and there, standing up like a hill. The light bulb above the head flickered, and sparks burst out from time to time, illuminating the dark restaurant for a moment.
On that hill, a middle-aged man was sitting there quietly, with a fading red rose stuck in the pocket of his flamboyant sequined suit.
The bright and dark light bulbs projected his back on the pale wall behind him, like a demon standing on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He quietly stared at the dozen or so people who broke into the club, his eyes narrowed slightly.
In the darkness, under his icy eyes, there seemed to be a raging lion.
...
in the rain.
A rapid phone ringtone suddenly rang.
Amamiya Haruki was startled, he reached out his hand to take out the phone from his pocket, put it to his ear and connected it.
"Hey?"
"Amiya! I won the game today! I predicted a shocking secret!" Shota Hoshimi's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.
Haruki Amamiya frowned, "If you predicted the location of the Hanchuan family, we have already found it..."
"It's not this!" Hoshimi Shota took a deep breath, and said word by word, "What I predicted today is...'Youli Heizhe broke the situation and killed [Pure Land] again'!"
"What did you say?"
Amamiya Haruki froze in place.
"Really! Surprised, isn't it! If the prediction this time is correct, then the last prediction about the death of Yuri Kurozhe was wrong! Maybe he didn't die at all!" Shota Hoshimi said more and more excitedly.
"...I see." Haruki Amamiya took a deep breath to calm down his disturbed mood, "I have something to do right now, I'll call you when I'm done."
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye asked.
"The unreliable prophet said, 'Youli Heizhe will break out of the game and kill [Pure Land] again'."
"Youli Heizhe?" Lin Qiye frowned, "Isn't he dead?"
"Looking at it now, maybe not." Amamiya Haruki said as he walked, "When I heard the news of his death before, I couldn't believe it. How could it be so easy to kill a fierce man in [Pure Land] with three swords? The land was killed by the oracle. In order to prove this idea, I specially asked the prophet to verify this matter again...
The results obtained were positive, so I have believed that he is really dead ever since. "
"In other words, his last prediction was exactly 50% wrong?"
"That's right."
"Perhaps, his prediction this time is also wrong?"
"Yeah... But at least, he gave us this possibility and opened up another way of thinking."
"If Youli Heizhe didn't die, but as the prophecy said, he was laying out the plot, then what exactly is this game, and what is his purpose of setting up this game..."
When the two were thinking about it, they had already come to the edge of the power of the original Will-o'-the-wisp society. They looked up at the nightclub glowing with neon lights under the night sky, and narrowed their eyes slightly.
"We'll discuss the matter of Yuli Heizhe when we go back. Now, let's do what's in front of us first."
"Shen Qingzhu's people...should be arriving soon."
boom--! !
On the other side of the street, more than 30 cars sped by, and the buzzing sound in the middle of the night had already attracted the attention of the Hanchuan family members in the nightclub. They quickly mobilized their staff and swarmed towards that street.
More than 20 vehicles drove out of the parking lot of the nightclub and galloped onto the street, completely blocking the driveway and blocking the way of the gangster's vehicles.
"There are quite a lot of people." In the car, Ken Asakura squinted at the dazzling headlights in front, frowned, picked up the walkie-talkie and said,
"Stop, get out!"
More than forty cars from the black killing team were parked in front of the car wall away from Hanchuan's house. The bright lights on both sides illuminated each other, almost illuminating the entire road like daylight. The members of the Black Killing Team in black got out of the car, holding their weapons, and walked towards the opposite car coldly.
The members of Han Chuan's family also got out of the car one after another, and the two groups just stood in the large open space illuminated by the headlights, facing each other.
