Chapter 242, Caught
“Found it—”

Following the excited voice, I saw a black private car rushing into the alley along the wide street.

The loud-mouthed driver was driving the car with skill. With a sharp turn, the C-class car, which was considered to be relatively long among the vehicles, turned nearly 90 degrees on the spot and turned steadily into the alley where the house was located.

The driver's name is Yamashita Masayoshi, 37 years old. He used to be a soldier, and later retired from the Self-Defense Forces and returned to his hometown to work. Now he is the deputy captain of the second execution team of the Snake Hachika Tokyo Division and the leader of the Yamashita Group in Bunkyo Ward.

The rain was not heavy, but was drizzling down.

In the backyard parking lot of the second branch of Yitian Convenience Store, Yamashita Zhenglie and several men in black got out of the car and picked up a courier package from the shelf to the ground.

"These are all to be replaced today. If you lose any, prepare to serve as the cornerstone in Yutian Building. Be careful."

The team members who had already opened the packages and taken out various guns and ammunition from them all bent over, and upon hearing this, they held the "stuff" in their arms more tightly.

"Team leader, why is it hollow bullets again?"

Some of the old members were not carrying out this kind of mission for the first time, so they already had experience. The society or the higher-ups often asked them to capture some important people to achieve certain goals, but they were gangsters after all, not the army, so it was impossible to really equip them with live ammunition on a large scale, as that would be too easy to get out of control.

Yamashita Masahiro just glanced at him and said, "If you feel that it's not strong enough, just hit yourself on the temple. I will treat you as a work-related injury."

Even if it was a blank, a shot close to the temple would still kill someone! It's just a work injury instead of a pension, are you serious, team leader?
The old team member was too upset to say anything.

"Team leader, when are we going in? The brothers are really jealous of the rewards for this mission! We've made such a big noise, we must make sure other teams don't take advantage of us."

"I think so too. Many people on the road have noticed us, especially the Huishan Group next door. Since they hooked up with the rich people in the wealthy area three years ago, they have looked down on us more and more."

"Tsk! A bunch of lackeys!"

The team members helped to change the topic in time and eased the situation of the old team member.

"Wait."

Shan Xia Zheng Lie is very frugal with words.

It's not that he didn't want to go in, but the order given to them by their superiors was to assist the commissioners of the 'Execution Group' and not to act on their own.

They are all hooligans, of course they don't obey discipline. But this kind of hooligans also depends on the target. For the Japanese family, even if they are given ten thousand courage, they dare not test whether their words are strong enough.

Two minutes later, a black Land Rover with license plate number 00001 did a tailspin and stopped abruptly in the rain. Two men in black windbreakers got out of it, walking as fast as the wind.

Yamashita Zhenglie was about to step forward to explain the situation... mainly to describe how he and his men had surrounded and intercepted the target, and how they had gone to great lengths to trap him here... but the two men ignored him and pushed open the door of the warehouse.

Then turned and looked at him.

The man without glasses spat and grabbed him by the collar viciously.

"I'll give you a choice, under the sea or in the cement."

Yamashita Zhenglie, who weighed nearly 200 kilograms, was lifted up like a helpless baby. He felt humiliated and wanted to resist for a moment, but then he thought of the identity of the person who came and endured it for a moment.

"terribly sorry!!!"

Yamashita Zhenglie did not make any excuses and lowered his head deeply.

In the underworld, no one will listen to your apology or excuses. If you make a mistake, you must pay the price, otherwise others will think you are a good person, and good people in the underworld will not have a good ending. ... Good people are the easiest to bully.

The man with an ominous aura threw him aside and strode towards Lu Hu.

……

The sky was gloomy, and a drizzle of rain was falling silently, like countless silver threads spit out by silkworms. Millions of fine threads were floating in the air, like a veil covering the black streets.

The rain is light.

Although the wind was not strong, with just a little effort, the rain became crooked and cut under the umbrella at an angle, soaking the girls' skirts and socks. Utsunomiya Shuo stood at the gate of Central High School with an umbrella, hoping that someone would come to pick him up and take him home.

The rain gradually got heavier, dripping on the floor, but the person he was waiting for still didn't show up, so he couldn't help but sigh.

Another month has passed.

Today is November 2007, 11. Zero has been missing for a whole month, and there is no news. Even Kazama Ruri and the others have been missing for 22 days.

During this month, the Sheqi Eight Families, or Herzog, have gradually lost their patience. In the beginning, they just blocked him at the checkpoints, but now, except for his home address and the school which have not been exposed for some unknown reason, every other place is filled with people blocking him.

flagrant.

Holding a weapon.

Even with the help of the great sage, Zhuo's available routes are decreasing day by day. If this continues, it is only a matter of time before he is caught.

Actually, if you really think about it, getting caught is not a big deal, as he can pull off a counter attack and defense by just making a few small changes.

But Zhuo didn't want to make a choice under such circumstances.

It's a bad feeling to be forced into a dead end and asked to answer multiple-choice questions at gunpoint... and the answers you choose may not be very correct.

——When playing a game with others, you should be one step slower with your feet, but three steps faster in your mind; you should be one step slower in public, but ten steps faster in secret...

This is the truth that Zhuo's father taught him.

The chess game of Tokyo is too big, and it is the most terrifying script in "Dragon Clan". People without the halo of the protagonist can't get out of this game at all. Even Takashi Saeki, also known as Crow, who was lucky enough to survive to the next book, also died in the subsequent chapters of Tokyo.

So in this script, except for the main characters, basically everyone is killed.

The boss's AOE affected the entire country.

Hell difficulty.

confirm.

There are too many things involved. If Zhuo wants to find his own solution, he can't go to the chessboard - so he carefully changes some things. He wants to bury the opportunity for change in the future, not now...

But now it seems that those who control the chessboard are a little narrow-minded - even narrower than any other kind of eyes.

Just a small change allowed them to tacitly put aside their prejudices against each other, silently cooperate with each other, and advance this "forced selection" of Utsunomiya Shuo.

Zhuo shook his head, thinking that it would be better to delay it for one day. He didn't believe that Heerzhuo could always control Fengjian Liuli.

As long as Fengjian Liuli runs out, the game will come alive.

Then, an extremely arrogant black Land Rover came towards him.

Just as Utsunomiya Shuo was about to turn around and return to the teaching building, someone jumped out of the Land Rover, which had not yet braked, rolled twice and caught up with him.

Two men.

One on each side pressed on his shoulders, with a 'friendly' smile.

"Oh, what a coincidence, isn't this Lord Utsunomiya who was trying to steal the cherry blossoms but failed, and then he's throwing a tantrum?" The man on the left pushed his glasses and said sarcastically.

Yakshas have a bad temper and are not as civilized as crows.

"Hide, why don't you hide? Aren't you good at hiding?" Yaksha sneered, put his arm around his shoulders, and said face to face like a good brother: "You are finally in my hands!"

Hearing this, Utsunomiya Zhuo knew that he had been caught today, so he just smiled and bowed to Yasha:
"I hope Brother Yasha will have mercy on me."

(End of this chapter)