Chapter 648 Mounted Missile
There was a crisp sound of closing the door, and a figure dressed in Liuyun haori got out of the car unhurriedly, lowered his head, lit a cigarette for himself, and walked forward slowly.
Nearly 300 members of the Black Assassination Team gathered in front of the car separated to both sides at the same time to make way for him. The moment they saw Liuyun Haori, the members of the Hanchuan family seemed to have thought of something, and there was a look of shock in their eyes. color!
he is……
The legendary underworld myth, the leader of the Kansai gangster team? !
He actually came in person?
With a cigarette in his mouth, Shen Qingzhu walked in front of everyone in the Black Killing Team. The countless dazzling car lights behind him gave his outline a layer of gold. His eyes, like torches in the darkness, are deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.
A cadre of the Hanchuan family calmed down, and said in a cold voice:
"Unexpectedly, the leader of the black killing team came to Osaka in person, and even led people to the door of our Hanchuan house... I don't know what you mean by this?"
Shen Qingzhu had a cigarette in his mouth, and after the hazy smoke, those eyes looked at him lightly, without any intention of talking to him.
Quiet.
The cadre frowned, "What? Seeing what the team leader meant, he felt that our Hanchuan family had offended your black killing team? I'm sorry, our Hanchuan family has always done things like this. If there is any offense...it's not us The problem."
Shen Qingzhu still stared at him silently, the sense of oppression in those eyes became more and more intense.
Behind him, Asakura Ken and Jing Shouyu silently took out their weapons.
More than 300 members of the black killing team took out their weapons at the same time, and nearly one-third of them were guns. Under the silent atmosphere, there was a fierce murderous intent.
The cadre was a little confused.
Isn't it normal for gangsters to yell harsh words before a fight? Why do you think that the leader of this group looks fierce and powerful, as if he has some deep hatred with Han Chuan's family?
Didn't he just come to Osaka to overthrow a few small gangs? We didn't take action against your black killing team either? !
And... where did this black killing team get so many guns? !
Not only are there twice as many people as them, but there are so many weapons. If there is a real fight, there will be heavy casualties on my own side!
"Team leader, we may have made a mistake when we came to work on your site without saying hello, but we never meant to provoke your black killing team. If you have anything to say, we can talk slowly. I think there should be a relationship between us." What misunderstanding..." The cadre swallowed, and cold sweat began to break out on his back.
Shen Qingzhu held the cigarette in his hand, glanced at him lightly, threw the cigarette end under his feet, and stomped hard.
What bird language is this kid speaking?
"Kurus!"
As soon as Shen Qingzhu's voice fell, the members of the black killing team behind him immediately boiled up. Those with guns raised their guns, and those without guns raised machetes and sticks, and rushed to the faces of the members of the Hanchuan family to greet them!
Gunshots, shouts, and wailing sounded one after another in the dead street. The two teams fought together, and the scene suddenly became chaotic!
...
The ghost fire nightclub is upstairs.
Sihan Chuan looked down at the scuffle below, his brows furrowed tightly.
"The Black Assassin Group...why are they rushing over at this time?" He muttered to himself.
"Young Patriarch, our numbers and equipment are far inferior to the Black Killing Team, if we continue to fight like this, we will definitely suffer heavy losses." Beside him, another cadre of the Hanchuan family said anxiously, "What should we do? "
Han Chuansi pondered.
The people he brought from Tokyo were not many, and the members of the small gangs he absorbed after coming to Osaka were even more worrisome. Coupled with the suppression of weapons, such a group of people could not be the opponent of the black killing team.
However, he doesn't really care.
He ran all the way from Tokyo to Osaka, not to fight for territory with the black killer group, his target was only Yuri Kurotsuru's king's blood and the two Futsu knives, the following idiots are all dead. no big deal...
However, with less manpower, some things are more troublesome to do.
"Mr. Jing went to catch Youli Heizhe's daughter? Did you succeed?" Sihan Chuan asked, turning his head.
The cadre shook his head, "I don't know... a few minutes ago, Mr. Jing's subordinates lost contact with us and have no news at all. I don't know how far they have progressed..."
"This group of trash." Han Chuansi said coldly.
Seeing the manpower of Hanchuan's family down below rapidly shrinking, completely suppressed and beaten by people from the black killing team, showing an absolute decline, Hanchuan Si's eyes flickered with murderous intent.
He put his palm on the [black rope] around his waist.
If it is not necessary, he actually does not want to use the Fujin Knife. He himself is a [Ghost]-level prisoner in the eyes of the oracle. If the power of the Fujin Knife is fully released, it will easily attract the attention of the [Pure Land]. If the other party sends an oracle to check the situation, then his situation will be passive...
However, it should be enough to wipe out these ordinary people below, and there is a high probability that they will not be noticed by [Pure Land].
Just as he was about to draw his sword, the window on one side of the room burst open. Han Chuansi turned his head suddenly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw a missile with a long flame tail rushing through the air, and directly hit his face.
Han Chuansi's pupils suddenly shrank!
boom--! ! !
An earth-shattering explosion erupted from the nightclub, engulfing the surrounding houses nearly 300 meters into a sea of flames. Fortunately, the surrounding buildings were also the territory of the Hanchuan family, and no innocent residents were affected.
The bang of the explosion directly swept across the small half of Osaka. All the members of the Hanchuan family and the black killing team who were fighting in the street ahead were stunned. I froze in place.
What thing explodes with such great power?
Did a fighter plane fly over? !
Someone looked up at the sky, the night sky was dead silent, and there were no traces of fighter jets at all.
"Fuck them to death!" Ken Asakura yelled when he saw that the members of Hanchuan's family were a little dazed!
All the members of the black killing team roared, their morale skyrocketed, and the situation that was already dominant suddenly turned into a unilateral crush.
The raging fire burned violently, and thick smoke rose into the sky.
On a tall building hundreds of meters away from the explosion point, two figures in floral bathrobes and holding red umbrellas were quietly watching the scene.
Amamiya Haruki couldn't help turning his head, looking at Lin Qiye and Mu Mu who was lying on his back, with a look of hell.
"What it is?"
"Oh, those are fighter-mounted heavy missiles stored in the military base." Lin Qiye said lightly, "It's a little more powerful than I imagined..."
