I run a bank in Tokyo

Chapter 54 Action

"Da da da..." There was another burst of rifle fire.

When Puticha threw himself forward, he kicked with his feet, breaking the shooter's ankle.

However, the shooter was also stubborn, turning around on one leg without saying a word, and counterattacked immediately.

However, Puticha was not only ruthless, but also cunning and decisive enough to rush to the group of Inagawa members who were injured and fell to the ground.The moment the gunman paused, he tore off a watch and threw it out with his backhand.

"Boom!" With a very dull sound, the watch slammed firmly on the gunman's head.

The gunman's head was thrown back violently, and he fell on his back, a pool of blood seeped out, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Puticha then turned around and carefully searched for the enemy who had just attacked him.

Soon his eyes were fixed.

Suddenly, a person stood by the side of the road.

The reason why I chose to dodge forward just now is that it is fast and convenient, and it is also because I want to lure the sneak attacking enemy to chase me from behind, so that after I turn around, I can form a double-team with Kawasaki Koji.In addition, the opponent's back is facing the bridge hole, which is convenient for Kawasaki Koji to sneak attack from behind.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not fooled.

Seeing this, Puticha stopped dodging in embarrassment, stood up straight, and sized up the other party.

She is tall, wearing a black kendo uniform, with a white female face on her face, red lips and black eyes, and an expression that seems to be crying or smiling. If she goes out at this time, she can scare ordinary people half to death.

He didn't have a gun in his hand, and he didn't know how the sound that sounded like a pistol just now came from.

By the way, there was a shallow crater that looked like a bullet crater on the ground beside the shooter, but there were no traces of bullets.

"Who are you?" Puticha is not a talkative person. He prefers to speak with his fists rather than words.However, the person in front of him felt very, very dangerous!
His intuition has always been very accurate, just like the sneak attack just now, if he dodges after hearing the sound, he may have already been hit.

Moreover, this person hides his head and shows up, most likely he is not a member of the Inagawa Society.

During his questioning, the subordinate who had retreated into the bridge hole unharmed before was tiptoeing around and trying to sneak behind the masked man.Although he didn't think his subordinates would be successful, he still cooperated and continued: "Don't meddle in other people's business, you can't afford to mess with the people behind us! Don't think that wearing a mask means we won't be able to find you."

He doesn't have the so-called "bushido spirit", especially in a situation where the enemy feels very dangerous to him.

"Victory by whatever means" is his martial art.

During the speech, the feet were exerting force, and the strength penetrated the soft and light soles of the cloth shoes, raking the ground tightly, and the muscles of the whole body were also accumulating strength.If you carefully measure it with a ruler, you can find that his height is 3~4cm shorter than usual, just like a cat when hunting, the body contracts and accumulates energy, and then at the moment of pounce, stretches the joints and muscles to the maximum extent.

It's a trick he's learned watching feral cats.

Of course, it takes a lot of practice.

The other party didn't mean to answer him at all, but it didn't matter. His men had already rushed forward, ready to sacrifice themselves to hug the enemy.

The subordinates are not stupid, they are very aware of the character of their boss and teacher, they have always been quicker than their mouths, and they are willing to ask the other party's identity, don't think about it, it must be very tricky!
Therefore, from the very beginning, he didn't intend to succeed in the sneak attack, but was prepared to make a sacrifice, as long as he imprisoned the opponent for a second or two, and gave the boss the first chance.

Good idea.

Puticha's cooperation is also very powerful, almost saving at the same time as him.

The body is like a spring that is suddenly released after being compressed to the limit. It stretches out during the attack. When it gets close to the target, it seems to be a bit bigger than usual.

"Woo—" the piercing sound was shrill and swift.

Under the tremendous pressure from the opponent, Puticha's strength suddenly had a small breakthrough!

The body swells, and the change brought about is that the heartbeat is stronger than usual, and the burst is faster!
At a distance of almost 6 meters, they crossed in the blink of an eye, and just when the speed reached its peak, the fist would come into contact with the opponent's body.

Just right!
How could Shin Seijuro, who has soul perception and a domineering sense of knowledge, not notice that there is a sneak attack by his side?
Just don't care.

When the opponent jumped forward, he raised his right hand, and the second strike came first, and a hand blade slashed on the opponent's shoulder, directly chopping the attacker's shoulder, and the person was also swept away.

His height is nearly 190cm, and he has slender limbs, while the opponent's height is less than 170cm, and the difference in arm length is not 01:30!
He kept looking at Puttica across the way.

According to Ruan He's description, Puticha is already the "number one master" in his mind in this world.

Coming here this time also meant to fight Putticha.

One week is just right, no matter how long the time is, there is no need to fight.

The surprise attack with the finger gun before was just to scare Puti to check.Unexpectedly, I became a shooting finger gun, and I want to find a chance to use it, just like a baseball pitcher, who accidentally discovered his talent and practiced a new kind of change ball, and he couldn't help but want to throw it to others look.

It's just that I didn't expect that one week was still too long, or the way to buy power through the bank was too buggy, or my expectations were too high, and Puticha's strength was not enough to look at!
A punch that Puti viewed as showing [-]% of his strength was just an ordinary punch in his eyes.

He didn't even use his left hand, but after retracting his right hand, he put his four fingers together, stretched out his index finger, and greeted him.

Point the gun!

The orthodox one, without additional armed colors, and without firing air bombs.

After Puticha saw the speed of his attack, his originally high morale had already stagnated. Fortunately, he knew clearly that at this time, he could only make a desperate move and there was no way out.But when he saw that he actually held the ground and used a finger to meet his fist, hope suddenly burned again.

The fist was clenched again, and all the strength of the whole body was poured into the fist, as if feeling the resistance of the air!
"Pfft—" The fist and fingers touched, the fingers were slender and slender, but the joints of the fist were covered with a layer of calluses like cowhide, but the fingers poked into the fist easily.

Calluses, muscles, bones, all like nothing!

Puticha's face was distorted by the pain, but his eyes were like a dying beast, his eyeballs were filled with blood, he gritted his teeth, tried to pin his fist on the opponent's finger, and twisted it off.

At the same time, with the strength of turning around, the left leg was lifted up, like a whip, and ruthlessly swept towards the opponent's knee.

He doesn't seek meritorious deeds, but only seeks to be able to injure the opponent and win a chance to escape for himself.

He practiced muay thai!
Since fists are not enough, then use legs!
Shin Seijuro only practiced the finger gun, not the iron block yet, and the domineering armed color has not been trained to the point where he can cover any place at will, so he pulled out his finger and took a step back to avoid his leg whip.

I don't worry about his speed being faster than myself.

However, a burst of awkward syllables suddenly sounded in the bridge hole behind.

The dialect seems to be ancient Japanese again, so I can't hear it clearly, and I can only vaguely hear the words "Yimulian", "believer", "power" and so on.

Immediately, he became vigilant, moved his feet, and suddenly appeared in front of Puticha. With the latter's shocked expression, he punched him down.

No skills, just blunt strength!

Putticha rolled his eyes as he fell.

(End of this chapter)