On How to Pursue Hong Kong Black Cadres

Masaki Tsushima grabbed the knife that was stabbing at him with one hand, and grabbed the opponent's wrist with the other hand and threw it over his shoulder.A 1.6-meter-thin man threw a 1.8-meter-strong young man into a four-legged bastard.

The reflex nerves seemed to be half a beat behind, and only after the blood dripped did the consciousness of pain swirl in his mind.

Bright red blood dripped down the pistol/gun, and the pitch-black muzzle exuded a cold aura.He is not Yuta Yamamoto, he can directly know the opponent's life with this shot.

The index finger resting on the trigger trembled slightly. Masaki Tsushima didn't know whether it was because of the wound on his palm or because of the power of life and death in his hand.

Boom!Something sounded like an explosion behind him.

Masao Tsushima turned his head in a daze, and the ground cracked less than three feet away from him, and something fell on it, twisted, and the red liquid flowed all over the ground.

It was a human being, a human being who seemed to have been run over by a truck.

"Distracted during the battle, do you think you are too strong to care about anyone?" Nakahara Chuya's face was calm, and the pair of blue eyes staring at Masao Tsushima were like the deepest blue sky.

General Tsushima lowered his eyes: "Sorry."

However, his hand also dropped, and he let go of the trigger that could be pulled with just a slight flick.

The king did not surrender, and all seven people with supernatural abilities, including Fujiwara Ji, died in battle except Yuta Yamamoto, who was captured at the beginning.

Fight for the organization, die for the organization.

The follow-up matter is not easy to deal with, but it has nothing to do with Chuya Nakahara and Masao Tsushima. The logistics personnel have arrived and started to deal with the aftermath.

It took a long time for Nakahara Chuya, who was used to this, to realize that something was wrong. He stopped, turned around, and only realized when he saw Masaki Tsushima lowered his head that it was this guy who was wrong.

He couldn't see Masaki Tsushima's face, but he could guess what he was thinking.

Nakahara Chuya: "Still thinking about what happened just now?"

General Tsushima couldn't help but say some sharp words: "Mr. Zhongyuan, have you gotten used to it?"

"Ah, I'm used to it."

His answer was very cold, it was as simple as asking what to have for breakfast today, Masaki Tsushima was shocked in place.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him: "There are mixed forces in the port. Before joining the port mafia, they started fighting outside for survival and fighting for territory. Unlike you, few people can treat you with such peace of mind. I have no worries about food and clothing by the side of my family.”

The corners of the mouth were pursed, and the unconvinced expression was covered under the mask.

Masaki Tsushima didn't think he was very happy, and the divorce of his parents still had a great impact on him.However, there are not many people who were more miserable than his childhood, and at least he still has the support from Seiichiro Tanino and the care of his mother.Possessing supernatural powers and game skills that can avoid the threat of death, he lives comfortably in Yokohama.

However, the current happiness cannot erase the previous pain, and that man has become a branded existence.

General Tsushima is not bad, although lying is a common thing, but he never thought of hurting or killing people in the past.

Although helping others with a purpose, and sometimes even turning around and forgetting the people he has helped, these things have always affected him and affected his conduct in the world.

Even if it's fake, he's used to smiling when he needs it, and the first thing he thinks of when he encounters a big problem is to help.

However, everything was broken by blood today.

Those who died even though he didn't do it himself, the old Mrs. Fujiwara who committed suicide, those members of the king's organization who regarded death as home, it was their blood that stained the tulle that General Tsushima refused to remove in front of his eyes.

"Jin." Zhong Yuanzhong also said: "They." Pointing to the other two subordinates behind him: "The people in the king's organization are all dedicating their lives to their own organization. Now are you questioning them or the port mafia? ?”

General Tsushima said in a low voice, "Can't we not kill people?"

Nakahara Nakata kicked him directly, and Tsushima Masaoomi held his waist and took a deep breath. All the sad feelings disappeared, and he was so painful that he almost squatted down.

"What would you do if someone wanted to kill your mother?"

General Tsushima paused slightly, then gritted his teeth: "No matter who it is! I will definitely make him pay the price!"

Chuya Nakahara: "So, whoever offended the port mafia?"

He walked straight away, and the leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the ground, getting further and further away.

Masaki Tsushima slowly straightened up, looking at the backs of the three who left.

Now he is not only the son of Yako Tsushima, but also the port mafia.Anyone who offends the Port Mafia will be dealt with according to the organization's rules, without exception.

Zhong Yuan Zhongye, who was walking at the forefront, rang his cell phone, and he picked it up without looking at it.

"Central Plains cadres, as you said, some people have left. We have captured the escaped members of the King's Organization, including Fujiwara Ji's wife."

Chuya Zhongya: "Sure enough."

"However, we also got a piece of information that needs to be decided by you."

Nakahara Chuya turned his head sharply, staring closely at General Tsushima who was still standing there.The supernatural power has already begun to overflow, and the originally shocked face slowly changed from unbelievable to angry, like the most vicious Shura.

The numbers are changing, going backwards from 11 and finally stopping at 0.

General Tsushima raised his head in a daze, and the next moment he turned on the gain and put his hands across his chest to catch Nakahara Nakaya's kick.Chuya Nakahara's kick like a cannonball is naturally not so easy to resolve. Even if Masao Tsushima purified the suppression of gravity in the first place, he was still kicked into the wall by Chuya Nakahara, outlining A recessed humanoid depiction.

With a favorability score of 0, even contacting Zhongyuan Zhongye would not be able to purify the gravity on him.

"Central Plains cadres?"

"Lord Zhongyuan!"

The other two subordinates hurried up: "What happened?"

They looked at Jin who had dug himself out of the wall, and for a while they didn't know what to do.

Unlike them, Jin was the Zhili subordinate of the Central Plains cadres.If they were not convinced at the beginning that a newcomer could be brought by the Central Plains cadres to practice, after seeing Yuta Yamamoto who was knocked down by him, all that remained was respect.

What's going on now?

How could Jin, who had made great achievements, be kicked by the Central Plains cadres?Unlike that kick that seemed to be a joke, the current Central Plains cadres seem to be very angry!

Nakahara Chuya stepped forward and pulled General Tsushima by the collar: "Do you bastard know what you are doing? Huh?"

The sound of gnashing of teeth directly dropped to 0 favorability, and Tsushima Masaoomi felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also really angry, burning with anger, if Tsushima Masaoomi hadn't purified his supernatural ability to remind him of this kid's true role, maybe the person in front of him would have been a dead person.

"You know how the port mafia deal with traitors?"

The author has something to say:

General Tsushima who once returned to the pre-liberation: I quit!

Well, I figured someone might be frying, so I've panned out the pan guard.