Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

On the ground was a man's body. There were signs of beatings on the head, but the fatal injuries were more than a dozen ribs on the body. Judging from the degree of blood coagulation of the corpse, the time of the crime should have been between 2 and 3 o'clock in the morning last night. Yes, he was stabbed to death with a knife, and more than a dozen knives passed through his body.

Looking at the swollen face that was almost unrecognizable, Chen Yan was silent for a moment. The death was so tragic that Kamurocho police had no evidence to prove who the murderer was. Even hair and fingerprints are missing.

The location where the deceased was found was not the first crime scene. The strangulation marks on the neck of the deceased also showed that the deceased had been forcibly suffocated with ropes and other items before his death, but the extent was not enough to cause him to die on the spot. He was kidnapped, murdered, and then dumped at the entrance of Champion Street.

The deceased was none other than Saito Hajime, the manager of the "SHELLAC" bar.

Watching the Kamurocho police collecting Saito's body, Chen Yan felt mixed emotions in his heart. Seeing the police car team leaving, the spectators gradually dispersed. Only the warning-colored seal still sealed the entrance to Champion Street.

Who is the murderer? Do we still need to ask?

It’s just that Chen Yan has no evidence.

Lowering his head and bypassing the police seal, Chen Yan slowly walked towards the "SHELLAC" bar, although there was no one there anymore.

Depressing, very depressing, the smell of blood lingers in the air, along with the faint smell of corpses.

Fifteen knives? Or sixteen swords? Chen Yan couldn't remember clearly. The number of ribs inserted into Hajime Saito's body made his body resemble a hedgehog, a hedgehog composed of a human body and a blade. The method was extremely cruel. The corpse was sealed with cement and sunk into the sea. It seemed so merciful in the face of this method of death.

"Don't underestimate the underworld..."

Okita Kyotaro's words yesterday seemed to echo in Chen Yan's mind.

The Japanese underworld, also known as Yakuza, is named after the native Japanese bridge game "Oicho Kabu", also known as Hanafuda. Its rules are similar to the "blackjack" in poker. In the game At the beginning, the player gets two cards and has the right to ask for one more card. The outcome is determined by the sum of the three card numbers. "21" is the largest and "9" is the smallest. Imagine that at the initial card, you get "0" and "8" (total points are 9), then as long as the third card gets "17" or "1", the winning rate is extremely high (the ending is "2" or "8"), but the third card As soon as the card is revealed, "9", the sum of the points becomes 3, and the mantissa becomes the smallest "20". Anyone would collapse and curse 0-8-9 (Ya-Ku-Za) as a useless bad card. . Gradually, "3-8-9 (Yakuza)" became synonymous with "useless" and "junk".

Yes, this is the Japanese underworld.

They are the scum of Japan and a cancer growing on Japan. What's ridiculous is that the Japanese officialdom and the underworld are as entangled as light and shadow. Just like the strongest exorcist "Abe Seimei" in the Japanese mythology system, he maintains the balance between humans and monsters during the day, and transforms into the master of monsters and monsters at night.

Japan is already in chaos.

Thinking about what he had in mind, Chen Yan gently opened the door of the "SHELLAC" bar. The door was not locked because the lock was kicked into pieces by Kyotaro Okita yesterday. The decoration in the bar is well-preserved. It seems that within a period of time after Chen Yan left, Manager Saito had put all the messy furniture in the bar back into place and cleaned it.

He took care of himself and took a bottle of BowMore whiskey, which was the wine Saito gave him before leaving yesterday.

Taking two glasses from the bar, both glasses were filled to the brim. Chen Yan lit a huazi, placed it on one of the glasses, raised the other glass, and said softly.

"cheers."

Then, he drank it all in one gulp and put the empty cup down. He spilled the cup dedicated to Saito on the ground. He put the cigarette into the empty cup, and the smoke blackened the sides of the cup.

Lighting one for himself, Chen Yan was slightly absent-minded. When he came to this world, he didn't know many people, and he didn't even have a deep friendship with Saito. Saito was just helping Japanese people on a whim. Originally, he needed more contact. If he came here to have a drink, he might be able to make friends.

But his "help" indirectly killed Saito.

He drank by himself, but outside the window of the "SHELLAC" bar, there were crowds of people. After a while, several gangsters carrying samurai swords opened the door and came in. They were the younger brothers of the "Okita Family" yesterday.

"I didn't expect you to actually dare to come here." The leader of the passerby, Brother A, threw the scabbard of his samurai sword to the ground and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Chen Yan's back. "When Brother Okita first told us, I I still don’t believe it, I didn’t expect that there is such a fool. Have you watched too many movies?”

Chen Yan held the cup and turned to look at the gangsters in Wuyang Wuyang, 15 of them, no more, no less.

This time, Chen Yan figured it out.

"So... what happened to Saito was really your fault?"

Chen Yan spoke slowly, holding the glass gently with his left hand and shaking it gently, and the aroma of whiskey slowly spread.

"I didn't say anything..." The passerby's younger brother smiled ferociously, like his boss's signature smile, with wrinkles all over his face. "But I think you are very suitable for Mr. Saito's death, a boy from Enguo."

"Then you admit it." Chen Yan stood up slowly, but the wine glass in his hand did not stop shaking. He took one step after another, his steps were gentle, but he stepped on the hearts of these gangsters. "Thank you for answering my questions."

The wine glass in his hand was suddenly thrown forward, and the drink hit passerby A directly in the face. Although whiskey is not as strong as industrial alcohol, it can be very painful if it enters the eyes directly. And just when passerby A was wailing and throwing away the knife in his hand, and began to frantically wipe his eyes with his hands to try to relieve his pain, Chen Yan moved.

The wine glass in his left hand was thrown behind the passer-by. A gangster suddenly swung his samurai sword to block it, but it hit Chen Yan. The wine glass was fragile and would break if hit! And he used a little more force, and due to the effect of inertia, the glass fragments of the wine glass were like flying knives, and they instantly pierced into the bodies of the Yakuza. Causing screams of pain. His right hand reached into the lining of the suit, held the knife behind his back, pulled out the Western kitchen knife, and thrust the knife into the neck of passerby A.

"puff!"

The blade penetrated the aorta, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The splashed blood sprayed all over Chen Yan, but he remained unmoved and pulled out the knife in his hand. Passerby A had to open his mouth to shout, but blood spurted out from his mouth. , leaving him speechless. At this moment, he ignored the pain in his eyes and pressed hard on the wound on his neck with both hands.

Unfortunately, the survival instinct has no effect at all in the face of such an injury. It only took a few seconds from the moment Chen Yan violently shot through his neck to the moment the passerby died.

The rest of the gangsters felt fear in their hearts. If yesterday this kid was just a good fighter and was called a "monster" by them, then Chen Yan, who is no longer holding back today, is a "devil"!

The gangsters roared and swung their samurai swords in random directions. They seemed to want to hack Chen Yan to death in this way. After all, he can kill a gangster in an instant without changing his expression. This guy... looks more like a villain than us, okay? !

After dodging the katana's slash, Chen Yan rolled forward and, regardless of the more blood on his body, he picked up the samurai sword and scabbard that the passerby, Brother A, had discarded before. The right hand is holding the knife upright, and the left hand is holding the sheath behind the back. The scabbard blocked the swinging blade, and he kicked Yakuza behind him to the ground with a back kick. Then he held the knife in his right hand and executed a cassock chop!

Yakuza, who was slashed in front of him, now had a bone-deep scar from his left shoulder to his right waist. A large amount of blood spurted out. Chen Yan could even see the man's wriggling intestines from the knife wound, which was a perfect restraint. level scene. Chen Yan moved without any hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked the man away. This guy probably wouldn't survive anyway. The blade of the knife flips over in the hand and cuts horizontally!

Blocking and slashing, the two fell to the ground.

"The fourth one." Chen Yan said solemnly.

The Yakuzas looked at Chen Yan, who was covered in blood, and felt the fear in their hearts getting more intense. Licking blood from the edge of a knife is not the daily routine of the Japanese underworld. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is. But the Yanguo people we are facing now are not tough, but crazy!

"Well... don't retreat... we have plenty of time..." Chen Yan looked at the gangsters who were retreating step by step. The smile on his face and the blood on his body looked very strange. "I can do this all day (I can play with you all day)."

The samurai sword in his hand was now covered with human tissue and fat. He flicked it violently, but only a little of the dirt on the sword shook off. After all, it was the product of modern cutting technology and was just a consumable. A gangster had completely broken through the defense at this moment. He dropped his weapon and ran towards the door. Chen Yan flipped the blade of the knife in his hand and threw the knife directly. It penetrated the man's body and nailed him directly to the bar. on the wooden door!

"The fifth one." Chen Yan bent down to pick up the samurai sword that the man had discarded, and looked around at the spot. Hey, these guys were completely frightened.

……

At this time, the "SHELLAC" bar was already a picture of hell.

There was blood, broken limbs, and wreckage all over the floor. The walls and the ground were basically dyed red and black. Since Champion Street is a small street formed by the gaps between buildings, there are no surveillance cameras and there is only one entrance. After the Japanese police blocked the entrance, ordinary people did not will come in. The shouts and wails of the Yakuzas did not disturb any common people and chose to call the police.

Chen Yan was holding a knife at the moment and squatting next to the only remaining Yakuza. The man was already on the verge of collapse. When he was the only one left, he immediately sat down and asked Chen Yan to forgive him.

The bad nature of the Japanese race is that ten people become wolves, three people become a crowd, and one person becomes a dog.

"Have you brought your mobile phone?" Chen Yan tilted his head.

"Bring it...bring it..." Yakuza hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Chen Yan.

"Call Kyotaro Okita."

"what?"

"I said, call Kyotarou Okita." Chen Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, already a little impatient.

"h...Hi (yes)!" Yakuza quickly lowered his head and dialed the phone. "Beep...beep...beep..."

"Hello? Yamamoto? Talk!" Okita's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone.

"puff!"

The knife fell from his hand and the head fell to the ground. Chen Yan picked up Yamamoto's cell phone and said hello: "Hey... Mr. Okita, you are fine."

"Huh? This voice... are you the Yanguo boy from before?"

"Where are my boys?"

"What did you do to Yamamoto and the others?!"

Listening to the increasingly irritable voice on the phone, Chen Yan smiled slightly: "Oh, they couldn't beat me, so I drove them to Santuchuan."

"What did you say?!"

"Manager Saito, you killed him, right?" The smile on Chen Yan's face did not diminish, but his eyes became colder.

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Okita's voice calmed down, "But you are dead, murderer, and I am happy to let the police arrest you."

"Then you'd better pray that I won't find you before the police find me." After Chen Yan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

He casually threw Yamamoto's cell phone to the ground and crushed it with his foot. The room was filled with the fishy smell of blood, the stench of excrement, and the smell of alcohol caused by broken bottles. The blood mist almost formed a substance, and the sunlight filtering into the house through the windows was also dyed blood-colored.

He took out "Open Eyes Blind 2023", rummaged through his address book, found "Takeout Hotline" and dialed it.

"Hello, Mr. Six, do you need any help?"

"I need takeout service for 15 people. The location is at the "SHELLAC" bar in Kamurocho, Tokyo." Chen Yan threw aside the katana in his hand and began to rummage through the bar's wine cabinet to see if there were any. Broken wine.

"Okay, the service you booked is expected to arrive within ten minutes. Do you need to arrange a change of clothes for you?"

"Need, thank you."

Chen Yan hung up the phone, took out a bottle of champagne, shook it vigorously, and then let the cork at the mouth of the bottle eject. When the bubbles dissipated, Chen Yan raised his head and took a sip.

"The host has completed the triggering task: Delayed Justice, and the reward prop is: Random Skill Scroll x1."

"Just use it." Chen Yan just wanted to calm down at this moment. Looking at the mess on the ground, his stomach was churning, so he had to use wine to suppress the discomfort.

"You gain the skill: Eagle Vision."

[Eagle Vision] Actively triggered can enhance the user's five senses. Based on the emotional fluctuations of the surrounding people, it can distinguish various targets and automatically mark hostile targets (including enemies in stealth state). It also passively enhances sight and ballistic judgment. From the Ubisoft game "Assassin's Creed" series.

"I may need to change my clothes." Hearing the system's voice, Chen Yan looked at his suit that had completely turned into dark red, "What do you think of a hooded coat?"