I’ll add some practice in the real world

Which gang do those in black clothes belong to? Chen Jue asked again, intending to squeeze all the value out of this gunman.

Yes... from the Black Dragon Group... The gunman's chest began to rise and fall intensified, and it became difficult for him to breathe due to the rupture of his lungs.

Songye Society...Black Dragon Group...I know! Thank you! Chen Jue muttered the names of these two gang organizations, then reached out to touch the gunman's eyes, and brushed his fingers across the other's temples. I plan to stimulate An Jin into my brain again.

With the experience of accidentally blowing the head of another gunman just now, Chen Jue knew how to control the force this second time.

When the remaining gunman saw Chen Jue raising his hands to cover his eyes, he also whimpered with a strong desire for survival: Don't kill me... I still know a lot of information... I still have value...

Seeing that the gunman was so discerning, Chen Jue was also slightly stunned. Through his sensitive hearing, Chen Jue could sense that the internal organs of the gunman were shattered beyond belief, but he still held on to hold on for a breath and struggled to survive, telling the truth as he knew it. Told Chen Jue.

It is said that the human body can burst out with unimaginable energy in times of crisis. This is the first time that Chen Jue has seen an ordinary person's desire to survive be so strong.

A kid is a kid, and he will do anything to survive.

What a pity! The information you mentioned is of no use to me. Just go on your way with peace of mind. With your internal injuries, even if you are sent to the hospital, it will be useless. Chen Jue sighed softly, using both fingers to exert force, and penetrated the opponent's chest with secret strength. The head smashed his brain into tofu dregs.

For Chen Jue, a dead kid is a good kid, and he cannot forgive these hypocritical guys for his ancestors who died in battle or died innocently.

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After killing the last gunman, Chen Jue patted the bullets and gunpowder fragments on his body and stood up slowly.

He used induction to count a total of 43 corpses in the warehouse, then walked to the leader of the man in black whose brain was pierced by his own toothpick, took off his black suit and temporarily put it on his body.

Because the other little devils were all shot into pieces by the bullets fired by his move [Dragon Roaring Four Seas] just now. Their clothes were either stained with blood or had bullet holes. Only the guy who was shot in the head at the first moment still had his head intact. of clothing.

It's bad luck to wear the clothes of a dead person!

I have to go out and buy a new set of clothes quickly. Chen Jue stopped holding his tongue and touched his pockets and found that this gang had quite a bit of money. There was a large stack of 10,000-yen bills in the wallet in his inner pocket.

In addition, he also found a bunch of more Japanese banknotes from a suitcase scattered beside the bald man, which amounted to hundreds of millions in just a few scans.

The travel expenses and expenses are enough. After counting the money, Chen Jue muttered, and then walked slowly to the two black business cars.

Due to the round of bullets just now, the two business cars were full of bullet holes. With the help of a mental magnetic field scan, Chen Jue discovered several firearms and a square box hidden in the car.

Huh? Made of lead?

What's in here?

Isn't it a common drug trade among gangs? Chen Jue was slightly stunned. He opened the car door, got into the trunk of the car, stretched out his hand with his claws, and like a hydraulic pliers, he directly opened the base of the trunk cushion with a creak and pulled it from the inside. Fished out the square box.

There was a combination lock on the box, and the surface was polished extremely smooth. Chen Jue deformed the lock with a squeeze of his hand, and then opened the lead box.

There was a special syringe and four pale golden injections lying in the box. A mixed radiation was leaking out from the liquid inside.

After being blessed by the negative state of [Radiation Distortion], Chen Jue's induction of this radiation energy was more than a hundred times stronger than before.

It's just that in these four injections, in addition to the traditional nuclear radiation energy, there is actually a sense of positive radiation.

It's actually mixed with innate energy? Chen Jue picked up an injection and looked at it carefully. He found that the wall of the injection tube actually had a very simple logo of Hongmu Group printed on it.

In addition, with his powerful visual ability, he could clearly see that the dark golden dust evenly distributed in the reagent was indeed the result of grinding the life ore.

This thing is actually produced by Hongmu Group?

Positive and negative bidirectional radiation source... some kind of medicine? Chen Jue couldn't figure out the real effect of this injection reagent for the time being, but it was regarded as an incredible product by the gangsters who took it so seriously.

Just as Chen Jue was pondering the real purpose of these injection reagents, a slight vibration sounded in the warehouse.

Chen Jue's ears twitched, and he got out of the car with the square lead box. He followed the sound to the body of the bald man, and then took out a mobile phone from his pocket.

The style of the mobile phone is an extremely old keyboard machine, which looks a bit like an old Nokia. It has no ringtone, only vibration, and no caller ID.

Chen Jue pressed the answer button without thinking much, and then a very majestic voice sounded on the phone: Chuntian, have you got the goods?

I've got it, why don't I send it to you? Chen Jue glanced at the bald man's body at his feet with a strange look on his face, and then replied calmly.

Um?

You are not Haruta!

Who are you? A member of the Black Dragon Group?

What's wrong with Springfield?

Do you have the goods? The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became urgent, with a hint of anger in his words.

Springfield is at my feet, walking very peacefully, like a baby sleeping, guaranteed to be without any pain.

As for who I am? You'll know when we meet you! Chen Jue answered the phone and walked out of the warehouse. He planned to get some useful information out of the other party.

The man on the other end of the phone sneered a few times after hearing the news of the bald man's death: Very good! No one has dared to talk to me like that for a long time!

Boy, I don't care who you are, things from our Matsuba Society are not that easy to get!

The other party hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking. He was obviously going to organize personnel to investigate the place where the incident occurred.

Chen Jue, on the other hand, listened to the other party's threatening words and threw away the keyboard and mobile phone in his hand with a nonchalant look on his face. Walking to the closed door of the warehouse, he kicked hard, causing the half-ton iron gate of the warehouse to collapse with a bang, and then left the dock with two boxes in the smoke and dust. storehouse.

You still have to be principled. Go and pay for dinner first! Chen Jue thought, kicking off his slippers and walking along the seaside road where he came from to the izakaya where he had dinner.

Less than half an hour after Chen Jue left, a large number of black cars arrived, and hundreds of gangsters wearing various suits got out.

These people were fully armed, and the leaders were wearing bulletproof vests. The weapons in their hands had also been upgraded from pistols to AR15 automatic rifles. A few of them had bulging bags on their waists, and they looked like they had grenades in them.

But as soon as these people entered the warehouse and saw the corpses on the ground and the scene of brains and blood mixed, the leader, Matsuba Association Vice President Kozuka Jiro, came out of the warehouse with a handkerchief covering his mouth. He withdrew, vomited profusely at the edge of the warehouse, and cursed at the men beside him: Go! Assemble all nearby surveillance cameras and find the person who answered the phone for me! Dig three feet into the ground to find that person. The one who made the move! Leader Springfield’s life cannot be sacrificed in vain!”

Yes! Several subordinates nodded and bowed in response, and one of them even handed a bottle of mineral water to the boss to rinse his mouth.

Also...immediately contact the people from the Black Dragon Group to collect the corpse! Our Matsuba Association has been silent for too long. It seems that many people have forgotten our reputation for the bloody battle in Kyoto. All cats and dogs dare to attack our Matsuba Association. While speaking, a cold light flashed in Kozuka Erlang's eyes.

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