"It's not good. Such a big crystal has to be held in my arms with both hands. I'm not dazzled, ah, Yamamoto."

"No, no, it's just that big. We are not dreaming. After we get this crystal, we will be rich."

Yamamoto slapped himself, confirming that he was not wandering in his dream. His face, which had not yet been swollen, was even more rosy when hit in the carriage.

The gentle and elegant temperament of geologists is gone at this moment, with only their red eyes and a rolling blood surging around them.

"Put down the gem!"

The 'geologists' shouted loudly, and the hungry tiger rushed forward to kill him.

Both of them are people with some muscles on their bodies, and they are hard to mess with at first glance.

One left and one right forms an angle, blocking the entire space tightly, and starting a fight if there is a disagreement.

The two men dragging the suitcase were not vague. They looked at each other and threw down the box, and then they also made a fight.

He has a steady posture, his muscles are equally bulging and more contourful. He is a serious trained person.

"You still want to seize food from a tiger's mouth."

Just kidding, these two people are just non-professional gangsters. If they are scared away by these cats and dogs, it would be ridiculous. This is a big business worth hundreds of millions. If you are scared, you will give up. Just fill it with cement and jump into Tokyo Bay!

"This is our business. Are you two going to rob me if you two start directly like this?"

"Your business? I know that his crystal stone is not from the right place."

This kind of chaotic gray market has no right or wrong origin. Commonly used ethical norms are just jokes.

"I'll go..." The agent held his backpack and took a step back in fear, "Why are you going to fight?"

He had never seen such a scene. The last time he fought with someone was in elementary school, he could show off his might with great courage in front of the girls. Seeing that the two sides were about to fight together, he went up to fight or escape.

Seeing the unexpected look on the other side, Yoyoko Ishisaka, the agent tsk: "Tsk."

Forget it, no matter these four guys, there is no shortage of buyers in the Silk Stone. Their two groups of people have nothing to do with them. While thinking, the agent retreated backwards and then got out after they fought with their feet.

Both sides were about to break out. Seeing that the agent was about to escape, Yamamoto shouted and rushed forward.

The two professionals on the opposite side were not vague and stood up to meet them.

"If you stop me again, you will all die."

Yamamoto's eyes turned red. This money was too important to him and was the last chance for the salted fish to turn over.

"ah!"

The knife, the cruel Yamamoto took out the knife from his arms.

It looks like a scabbard of a small handicraft on the outside, but it has a 20-centimeter-long blade inside.

The sword opened with a sharp edge was hidden in his arms, and he waited until he was half a meter closer to the other party before he immediately advanced forward, as quiet as virginity.

"knife?!"

Next to it is the police station and ward. The island country is not an African country without government officials. It can maintain a population of over 100 million without chaos, and can even become a developed country. It has proved that its government organizations are effective in modern society. No matter how gentle and elegant the violent organs are on TV, the surface of this kindness is because they are not in the time to be thunderous.

It is said that it is to arrest criminals who dare to injure people with a knife in public. For example, the conflict at the intersection of Dongfeng at that time, the number of police forces dispatched was more than 5,000. Although... Narita Airport is still not allowed to take off and land at night.

It can be said that except for the guy who is mentally stimulated, no one will commit a violent crime next to the police station in broad daylight, but Yamamoto, the outlaw, directly drilled into the other party's arms, holding a knife in both hands and stabbed upwards.

Professional fighters will have numb scalp when facing sharp weapons, and when facing three people holding weapons, they have to run away. Seeing the knives that Yamamoto stabbed over, the person who bought crystal stones buzzed and screamed.

This guy is crazy, is he going to kill him?

What a joke? Is his head different from ordinary people? His nature changes after he moves a weapon.

"Puff!"

The knife enters from the jaw of the throat and then drills out from the cheek sideways.

This knife surprised Yamamoto very accurately. Was it better to stab himself or the other party?

After being surprised, a cruel expression was reappeared on his face, with blood and record in his hands, and the cruelty revealed on his body became even more intense.

"Are you crazy?"

"How can I kill someone here? Next to it is the police station!"

The companion beside him who was fighting with the other party was dumbfounded and his lips were trembling.

Although the two were not good people, they also did many illegal things when they helped others lend money in Tokyo, such as forcing them to break up, beating, forcing them to sell silver, and then selling insurance to Lucia.

But in broad daylight, people were killed by the service station and the police station. Yakuza, who had been in the war for ten years after the war, became so crazy.

"I don't want to break the law!"

"Puff!"

Yamamoto said nothing, walked quickly behind another person, took a knife in his hand, and stabbed it neatly into his neck.

"What are you afraid of? If you are caught, you will be squatting in prison for a few years and killing one or two people. You will not be sentenced to death. You can come out if you have a good attitude."

"But if it works, we can go to a foreign country with money, so that birds can fly, and fish can leaps with wide sea..." Yamamoto pulled out his knife and looked at Yeyeko and his agent next to him with a hideous face.

"Then a bad person like us will turn over."

The corpses on the ground stared at each other, and they never thought that there would be no one who dared to kill. How could this be possible? This is not in line with common sense.

Plop.

The violent heartbeat filled the cramped space, and Ye Yezi's head became a ball of paste.

We shouldn't have been to go to Tokyo happily, but at most we accidentally forget the crystal stone in Akita. It's just an insignificant episode on the journey. Why does a happy thing become like this?

"Die...dead..."

Just as she was about to scream, the 'geologist' next to her directly covered Yeyezi's mouth: "Okay! Yamamoto, we'll fight this time... That guy is going to run and chase him!"

"Don't let him run away with the crystal stone in his arms!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The rough and big hands are so powerful that they clearly want to kill Ye Yezi on the spot.

"knew."

With a muffled response, Yamamoto rushed towards his agent, holding the knife, he was full of murderous intentions, like a tall butcher.

"Mad."

The agent cursed and said, "What he was most worried about happened. These guys who were doing money were crazy. Fortunately, he had a backhand, and the tool truck was parked behind the alley."

Holding two or three kilograms of crystal, the agent's movement was slightly affected, and Yamamoto behind him was a desperate man. He had been a thug before and had become a thug, and his physical fitness was much better than that of the agent.

Affected by the Bone Girl incident, Tokyo and surrounding Jidao organizations were cleaned up, and most of the members were laid off and they went to society to find jobs again. Unfortunately, these former members of the society who were neither high nor low could easily find legitimate jobs.

Either you go to the warehouse to be a warehouse manager or work in gas stations. The more you are, the more sad you are. Although you don’t have much money when you are a member of the club, you will report it to yourself in a certain organization, which will immediately make ordinary people tremble and get spiritual joy.

"Want to run?"

Seeing that the agent's hand was almost touching the car door, Yamamoto sneered, took out a knife and threw it at the agent.

"Swoosh!"

The correct head of the knife is not very good, and it needs to be offset by half a meter before hitting the agent. However, the flying knife aiming at the earth like this still shocked the economic man by one or two seconds. Yamamoto, who followed closely behind, stretched his arms forward and rushed forward fiercely.

"when!"

The tip of the knife hit the car door and made a long crack. If it hits the agent's key, it will be another life.

But this time it also wiped the bones of the shoulders, connecting blood and some broken bones, and the wound was shocking.

"ah!"

The agent screamed, and the crystal backpack in his hand fell to the ground and squeaked. Yamamoto's eyes twitched. If this idiot broke the crystal... it would be better. The market is now in short supply. The only one with the huge and fast crystals can be sold in multiple stores if they really fell out of the corners.

"Hey! Finally got it."

Yamamoto stabbed the agent into the thigh with another cruel knife, and even stared at the hilt of the knife with his knee, sank into the flesh and blood.

“Ahhh…………”

Another punch hit the agent in the mouth. The swollen mouth was difficult to make a voice, and even arguing that it was a scream that everyone around could hear.

Yamamoto pulled out the knife and smiled on his face. He just needed to deal with the annoying guy before dealing with the body - even if it could only be hidden for two days, it was enough for Yamamoto and the other to get the money and then run to a foreign country.

"Bangji."

While Yamamoto was half kneeling on the ground, preparing to kill someone with a sense of ritual, footsteps sounded at the corner of the path next to him.

A little girl wearing red shoes stood in shock, staring at the blood on the ground with her eyes straight.

I was holding half of the mineral water in my hand and sweat on my forehead.

He is just a little kid about nine or ten years old. He can't say he is yellow and thin and malnourished, but he is just a little bean and a little chick.

Seeing the person coming was a child, Yamamoto

"Kid, I'm so embarrassed to be seen by you."

Yamamoto, who was stained with blood, grinned and grinned, raised one hand and held a knife in his hand: "Can you go to the back and help your uncle pick up the red balloon?"

There is no red balloon behind it, it is just the evil taste of this great man before his execution.
To be continued...