Chapter 533: Tokyo Bloodshed, Life and Death Crisis

That night.

The UFC Tokyo tournament has come to an end.

The UFC heavyweight gold belt shone on Lin Lang's shoulders. He held Chu Yiren's hand tightly and walked out of the backstage exit of Tokyo Gymnasium step by step under the strict protection of Truman Group bodyguards.

As soon as he appeared, Lin Lang was greeted by the overwhelming hostility of the Sakura Country boxing fans.

The Mercedes-Benz luxury fleet of the Truman Group's Tokyo branch was lined up in an orderly manner, but it could not hide the overwhelming boos.

Thousands of radical Sakura Country boxing fans were like a surging undercurrent, guarding the only way to pass, their eyes full of resentment.

As soon as Lin Lang and Chu Yiren appeared, insults and boos broke out instantly, and mineral water bottles flew like raindrops.

The bodyguards of the Truman Group reacted quickly, using their bodies to build a barrier to block the attack for the chaebol couple.

Lin Lang seriously injured the Sato brothers and Yingting and Zhi, which has ignited anger in the land of Sakura Country. The hatred of boxing fans towards Lin Lang has reached an extreme level.

But Lin Lang's expression did not change, he remained calm and composed, and even had an arrogant and smug smile on his face.

The well-trained Truman Group bodyguard quickly opened the car door.

Lin Lang and Chu Yiren slowly got into the Mercedes-Benz luxury car.

"Bang..." The sound of a mineral water bottle hitting the car window.

Chu Yiren looked out the car window at the angry boxing fans in Sakura Country, and said with a smile, "Husband, you have angered the people in Sakura Country. Now you are living a simple life. Boxing fans all over the country hate you to the extreme."

Lin Lang pretended to be innocent and replied: "It's their fault that the fighters from Sakura Country are not strong enough. They lost three fighting matches in a row and lost three championship titles. Do you blame me?"

Chu Yiren sat in the back seat of the car, snuggling in Lin Lang's arms, acting like a little bird.

"Hubby, seeing those Sakura Country boxing fans hate you so much but can't do anything about you, I feel particularly relieved."

"Wife, as long as you are happy." Lin Lang kissed Chu Yiren on the cheek lovingly.

The Mercedes-Benz luxury convoy started slowly and sped away from the Tokyo Gymnasium, leaving only chaos and noise gradually disappearing.

Among the chaotic crowd of boxing fans in Sakura Country, there is an unknown dangerous atmosphere hidden.

The gang members of the Michikawa Association were like ghosts, quietly blending in among these radical Sakura Country boxing fans, observing Lin Lang's itinerary without making a sound.

One of the Daochuanhui members took advantage of the noise of the crowd, quietly reached into his pocket, took out his cell phone, and skillfully and carefully dialed the number of the boss Yingting Hechuan.

"Boss, Lin Lang has already left the Tokyo Stadium, and our people have followed his convoy as planned."

"Lin Lang's car is heading towards downtown Tokyo. The road conditions are normal at the moment. Our vehicles are keeping a safe distance. Next, we just need to wait for the right opportunity and follow your instructions to deal a fatal blow to this arrogant guy."

The members of the Daochuan Society deliberately lowered their voices and reported quickly in Japanese, with a cold arc on the corners of their mouths, as if they had already seen the scene of Lin Lang falling into despair.

At this time, Lin Lang was sitting in a Mercedes-Benz, unaware of the impending fatal crisis. The Mercedes-Benz luxury fleet was slowly blending into the prosperous and dangerous night of Tokyo.

All along, the system's prompt function has been like Lin Lang's "sixth sense", always helping him to anticipate the enemy's moves and escape danger at critical moments.

As luck would have it, Lin Lang's system was at the critical stage of self-upgrade at this time. The familiar prompt sound disappeared, and the auxiliary function that had been following him like a shadow fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the car window, the bustling night scene of Tokyo flashed by quickly like a slide show. Lin Lang in the car had no idea that danger was lurking in the dark, approaching step by step with the rolling of the wheels.

The streets of Tokyo were busy with traffic. Lin Lang was hugging Chu Yiren in the Mercedes-Benz, chatting sweetly with her, unaware that danger was approaching quietly.

Chu Yiren leaned on Lin Lang's shoulder, her eyes full of longing and expectations for the future, and she whispered her deep affection and love for Lin Lang.

Lin Lang responded gently with a smile on his face, and occasionally let out a hearty laugh, which seemed to be able to dispel all the haze.

However, behind this seemingly warm picture, the crisis is spreading silently.

The vehicles of the Michikawa Society were like hungry ghosts in the dark night, closely following the luxury fleet of the Truman Group's Tokyo branch.

The gangsters in the car had grim eyes and held their weapons tightly in their hands, waiting for the opportunity to deliver the fatal blow.

Lin Lang, the warrior who has just won glory in the arena, is about to be drawn into a bloody life-and-death contest without any preparation. The fate of him and Chu Yiren is hanging on the edge of a knife.

Without the system's real-time intelligence and accurate predictions, Lin Lang's future was instantly covered by a thick fog.

In the car park, in the Mercedes-Benz car that Lin Lang and Chu Yiren were riding in, the sound of the intercom suddenly broke the warm atmosphere in the car.

"Boss, there are several suspicious vehicles behind our convoy. They have been following us at a distance. This situation is really strange. I'm afraid we need to be more vigilant."

When Chu Yiren heard this, she frowned slightly and looked at Lin Lang with worry.

Lin Lang's expression froze, he quickly closed his eyes, concentrated all his energy, and his ears trembled slightly.

Soon, Lin Lang, with his [Super Hearing] skill and the ability of echolocation, keenly captured the subtle sounds of guns opening their safety and loading bullets in the suspected tracking vehicle.

Lin Lang's expression suddenly became solemn. He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Chu Yiren anxiously, and asked, "Wife, is this Mercedes-Benz we are riding in bulletproof?"

Chu Yiren felt uneasy after hearing this, and quickly replied: "This car is not bulletproof, only my Rolls-Royce is bulletproof!"

"Husband, why do you ask this suddenly? Did you realize that we are in danger?"

Lin Lang held Chu Yiren's hand tightly, his eyes revealing an unprecedented determination.

"Don't be afraid, honey. I'm here."

After that, Lin Lang picked up the intercom in the Mercedes-Benz, turned on the call and calmly gave instructions to the team.

"Everyone, pay attention. We are being followed. The enemy may be armed. Be prepared for emergencies. Maintain formation. After exiting the highway along Lake Okutama, drive to a crowded area. I will find a way to get rid of them."

At this time, the night in Tokyo is getting darker. On the slightly remote lakeside road, the Mercedes-Benz luxury fleet is shrouded in a dangerous shadow. A thrilling contest is about to begin.

The Truman Group bodyguards in the convoy responded using the headsets of their portable walkie-talkies: "Received..."

However, what are you afraid of?

As a sharp friction sound pierced the night sky, the lead car in the Mercedes-Benz luxury convoy, while driving at full speed, unexpectedly ran over the triangular tire puncture spikes scattered by the Daochuan Society members.

In an instant, the tire burst with a dull and shocking noise, and the car body suddenly slid violently sideways, like a wild animal out of control, and under the action of inertia, it slammed hard into the mountain beside the lakeside road.

The huge impact force caused the airbag to pop out instantly, and the windshield shattered instantly, turning into countless crystal fragments that flew everywhere, flashing cold light under the reflection of the street lights, as if it was an ominous foreshadowing of death.

The Mercedes-Benz that Chu Yiren and Lin Lang were riding in was not spared either, and its tires were also ruthlessly punctured by those evil triangular tire spikes.

The driver's face turned pale as paper in an instant, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He slammed the brakes with all his strength, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, trying to stabilize the car that was running at high speed but had lost control.

The car was swaying wildly from side to side in the middle of the road, like a whipped dragon struggling desperately. The rear end of the car drew dangerous arcs, and the pungent smell of burning from the friction between the rubber and the ground filled the air.

Fortunately, the Mercedes-Benz luxury car that Chu Yiren and Lin Lang were riding in was equipped with explosion-proof tires.

The sidewall of this tire is extremely thick and hard, and the special support structure designed precisely inside gives it unique resilience when it is punctured.

Even if the sharp triangular nails pierce deeply into the vehicle, it can still rely on this layer of protection to continue driving for a certain distance at a certain speed.

However, at this time, the Mercedes-Benz luxury car with a serious tire puncture had greatly reduced its handling and the stability of the body dropped sharply. Every turn and forward movement seemed shaky and full of unknown dangers.

Lin Lang did not hesitate to use his body to protect Chu Yiren at the first moment, fearing that Chu Yiren would be injured in the emergency.

Chu Yiren, who was protected in Lin Lang's arms, felt warm in her heart and a little more sense of security in her panic.

However, the crisis did not stop there.

In an instant, more than a dozen motorcycles suddenly emerged from the dark corner of the non-motorized vehicle lane like ghosts.

The drivers were dressed in black and had tight black masks on their faces, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes that flashed a bloodthirsty chill under the dim light.

"Buzz..."

"Om..."

The motorcycle engine made a deafening roar, as if it was a roar from hell. The sound hit people's eardrums like a sledgehammer, making people tremble in their hearts.

The black muzzles of the guns in their hands flashed an eerie light under the cold street lights, like the tongue of a poisonous snake ready to bite its prey, emitting a deadly breath.

These motorcycle killers drove their motorcycles like a group of crazy hungry wolves, and quickly chased after the Mercedes-Benz luxury car that Lin Lang and Chu Yiren were riding in, stepping on the accelerator.

Lin Lang narrowed his eyes, revealing a chilling coldness and calmness. He quickly scanned the surrounding situation, his brain working rapidly, thinking about how to respond.

Chu Yiren held Lin Lang's arm tightly. She knew that the situation was extremely critical at the moment, but looking at Lin Lang's resolute profile, she inexplicably felt a sense of relief in her heart.

The leading motorcycle killer let out a low roar, as if giving the order to attack.

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire, and bullets rained down on the Mercedes-Benz. The windows were instantly covered with bullet holes and glass shards flew everywhere.

Lin Lang pushed Chu Yiren down under the seat, using his body to shield her from the bullets as much as possible, and shouted, "Wife, get down quickly, don't move!"

Lin Lang's voice was filled with unquestionable dignity and concern.

Chu Yiren had received special agent training and was not as scared as an ordinary woman, but she trusted Lin Lang unconditionally and did as he said.

If Lin Lang hadn't used his "Vajra Body" to block bullets for Chu Yiren, under such intensive firepower, Miss Chu would have been shot into a sieve and would have died without a doubt.

Unfortunately, the driver was unable to dodge the hail of bullets and was hit by an evil bullet at the first moment. His body trembled violently and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, staining the seat in the car red.

Without the driver's control, the Mercedes-Benz luxury car completely went out of control, like a giant beast falling off a cliff, and madly crashed into the guardrails of the road along the lake.

With a dull and desperate thud, the car body broke through the guardrail and fell into the dark and deep Okutama Lake.

The moment the car entered the water, huge splashes of water occurred. The cold lake water instantly poured in through the gaps in the car windows like a raging beast, making a terrifying "gurgling" sound, as if it was the roar of a demon at the bottom of the lake.

The temperature inside the car dropped sharply, and the lake water quickly flooded the bottom of the car. Chu Yiren hugged Lin Lang tightly, feeling the breath of death approaching step by step.

At this time, the motorcycle killers of the Michikawa Society braked suddenly, and their motorcycles left long black marks on the road. The smell of burnt rubber filled the air.

They did not stop attacking because the Mercedes-Benz fell into the lake. Instead, they quickly rushed to the lakeside, raised their guns, and continued to shoot wildly at the Mercedes-Benz luxury car that was slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake.

Bullets fell into the water like raindrops, splashing a string of white water. Their eyes revealed madness and determination, and they vowed to shoot Lin Lang and Chu Yiren to death in this cold lake water.

The lake was filled with dense gunfire, and the shadow of death shrouded the tranquil lake.

A thrilling assassination operation quietly took place on the road along Lake Okutama in Tokyo, and the fate of Lin Lang and Chu Yiren was hanging between life and death...