Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

In the dark night, a gray mansion was brightly illuminated, just like the final reward in the game.

Even though the members of the Rampage Angel had restrained themselves from using the accelerator and making loud noises under the restraints of Xisaki, so many people gathered together and still woke up the surrounding residents. The lights in several houses were turned off immediately after they were turned on. .

Xisaki turned his head casually and took a look. Half of a head could be vaguely seen behind the window of the nearest house, and he must be observing secretly.

He looked away and didn't pay much attention. The reason why the Neon Violence Group has been able to exist for so long is not only due to historical issues and the legal system, but also related to their way of survival. A registered violent group can have its headquarters next to a police station, let alone in a residential area.

Neon's constitution stipulates that citizens have the right to freedom of association. In a sense, violent groups are similar to neighborhood committees. Neon's neighborhood committees can enact special regional autonomy laws in certain special periods, and there is no such thing as the execution of the death penalty. Rare.

If it is a fight between violent groups, the official is happy to see it, but if it affects civilians, it may be banned and designated as a terrorist organization, and then completely eliminated. So the surrounding residents are worried but not afraid. But if someone calls the police, there may be retaliation later.

But... we can’t delay it too long.

Xisaki thought secretly in his heart.

"Hata Goro, go say hello to them." He shouted.

"Oh hiss." Hatagoro nodded, stepped forward, circled his hands in front of his mouth like a trumpet, and shouted:

"People inside, listen, you are surrounded! If you don't want to die..."

boom!

Before Hata Goro finished speaking, a fist hit him on the head.

"Asshole, don't disturb other people's sleep!"

Xisaki said angrily. At the same time, a few more lights were turned on in the surrounding residences, but of course they were immediately extinguished.

"But they must have woken up long ago due to such a big movement." Hata Goro said aggrievedly, covering his head.

"Idiot, these are the rules!"

Well, the rule is, even if they beat them to a bloody head later and frighten the surrounding residents to have a heart attack, they can't disturb the people. Qisaki is very familiar with this set of face-saving rules.

While Kisaki was scolding Hata Goro, behind the window of a building next to the Yamazakura group headquarters, a fat man wearing a T-shirt and shorts was quietly observing.

What's going on? Are the enemies of the Yamazakura group coming? A sneak attack in the middle of the night is too ungrateful, right?

The fat man's name was Hanataro. In fact, he was not woken up, but he didn't sleep at all. He didn't even get any sleep at four o'clock. Although his physical body was forced to stay in the present, his eyes were already looking towards tomorrow. Others go to bed at 12 o'clock in the evening, and he goes to bed at 12 o'clock in the morning. If you think about it for a while, you will find that his time is one day earlier than others. This is a person who lives in the future!

He didn't pay attention when the first motorcycle came. It wasn't until he heard the sound of the fourth motorcycle that he angrily took off his headphones, wanting to see what bastards were interrupting his and his wives' expedition to another world. Don't get me wrong, he didn't intend to reprimand those bastards loudly, and he was not born in the Showa era. Only old men with a short life span would have that kind of confidence. He just planned to write down the other party's license plate and wait to report the crime tomorrow.

When he pulled himself out of the chair with difficulty, opened the curtains, and when he looked outside, his plump face turned pale with fright. This is actually not a bad thing but a bad thing!

The flashy motorcycle, the uniform, and the identity can be seen at a glance.

These are different from the Yakuza. Generally speaking, as long as you don't go into those gray areas, you won't have a chance to come into contact with the Yakuza. But bad guys are different, they are bastards who make trouble even if they have nothing to do!

What a bastard. If you have the money to get that ugly backrest, why not put it on a beautiful girl? Anime girl Itasha is the most romantic! Even if you don’t have a girlfriend, you can still go for a ride with your beautiful wife. Is there such a happy thing in the world?

According to Hanataro’s idea, a truly good car should look like this:

There is a beauty sticker on the motorcycle's fuel tank, and she has a blue-black single ponytail hairstyle. Her legs are spread wide, and her buttocks is just touching the bottom of the fuel tank. As long as the rider lowers his head, he can see his wife's blushing face and snow-white breasts, which are slightly attached. You can hit the right spot with your body.

The motorcycle handlebars also need to be modified. If you don't have enough money, you can just put a mouse pad on them. You can also have a backrest, but it must be shaped like a beautiful girl. When you lean on it, it feels like being hugged by a beautiful girl.

The exhaust pipe also needs to be modified. The current sound, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, should be changed to the moaning of a beautiful girl. If that doesn't work, use a stereo instead.

Finally, the wheels also need to be spray-painted, and a yellow-haired man is spray-painted on them so that he is constantly being run over by the wheels.

Looking at the motorcycles below, Hanataro fucked hard for a while. These bastards really don't know how to spend money!

However, the Yamazakura group actually provoked these people, no wonder they were attacked in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, he quickly closed the curtains, exposing only a small part of his fat face and continued to peek. He has no intention of calling the police. If he offends the Yamasakura group, he can still ask his parents for help. It is no problem to expel the Yamazura group headquarters from this community. After all, they are businessmen. But bad things are different.

"Big Event: Yakuza VS Bad! The Destruction of the Yamazakura Group?"

Although he was scared, it did not stop him from eating melon. His fingers, as short and thick as carrots, were frantically pressing on the phone. He said this in a game exchange group.

"The Yakuza? There is still a Yakuza organization now? Do they still have money to touch up tattoos?"

"Well, I haven't seen their tattoos, but it seems that the Yamazakura group still has a source of income."

Hanataro answered honestly. He was in an unusually good mood. You should know that no one would pay attention to him when he usually spoke in the group. Both thumbs were about to press the afterimage, so it was necessary to explain the situation at the scene in detail to attract more people's attention. But before he could send the message out, new messages appeared one after another.

"Is there a mafia lady wearing a kimono and holding a samurai sword? A white bandage wraps around her chest, exposing her snow-white shoulders and arms, and her neck is as slender as a swan!"

Bastard, where did the underworld lady come from? You must have read too many comics! Hanataro roared in his heart. If there really was a girl like this, would I still be here chatting with you? I have given away all my savings over the past twenty years! His fat fingers quickly pressed on the phone again, and he wanted to crush the illusions of his ignorant friends.

Of course, before doing this, he carefully confirmed the speaker's ID to make sure he was not a popular character in the group. But just as I was about to click send, another message appeared.

"Is there any? Hurry up and take pictures. I want to see them. As long as there are pictures, I will give you ten sets of ten consecutive draws."

Ten draws in a row? ! Hanataro looked at the ID of the person who spoke. Tianji Yidashi was a well-known tycoon in the group. Hanataro swallowed hard. Looking away from the phone, he put his hands on the window sill and carefully poked his head out.

There are not beautiful gangster girls, but there are vicious delinquents. If you like boys, there are quite a few of them below who are pretty good looking. Hanataro sighed regretfully.

However, there is no such thing as the bad guy, so what about the Yamazakura group? Usually I only see a group of unappetizing uncles. At times like today, if you have hidden power, you should show it.

Because it is on the second floor, Hanataro can easily see everything in the Yamazakura-gumi's courtyard.

I saw a group of uncles in striped pajamas hiding behind the courtyard door, sticking their buttocks out and carefully putting their ears to the door to eavesdrop on what was going on outside. There were also two people who were lying on the wall in the same style of their own. Look at what's going on outside.

Well, an uncle is still an uncle, and the uncle who is not wearing a suit but wearing pajamas is even more eye-catching.

Hanataro grinned and made two retching sounds.

Damn Yamazakura group, that's why you are so weak. What age are you still playing the same old tricks? Don’t you know that the beauty girl economy is popular now? If you could have a beautiful gangster girl, you wouldn't act like this!

Hanataro cursed with grief and anger, that was ten sets of ten consecutive strokes! He lowered his head and typed feebly to report to the rich man that there was no underworld lady. But suddenly, he had an idea.

Although it is not available on site, it is available online! The wealthy people are not here. I just need to post some pictures and no one will know!

"Yes! She is super beautiful. Her long black hair is like cutting off the night sky and hanging it behind her back. I declare that she will be my goddess from the beginning!" Hanataro replied firmly as he typed.

"Drooling Expression" X10

As soon as these words came out, the diving party was blown away.

"Twenty groups! Take more photos!" - Tianji Yida

Hanataro drooled, and all the old men in pajamas in his head turned into beautiful yakuza girls. I immediately opened the browser with full motivation and started searching for pictures, but suddenly another message appeared in the group.

"Is there a bad girl wearing a sailor uniform and holding a machine gun!? Black bob hair, red bow tie, skirt above the knees, white and slender calves, black straps tied to the round thighs to fix the pistol. The heels of black leather shoes It must be more than three centimeters thick."

Bastard, even the Yakuza most often use pistols. Have you ever seen anyone who uses a machine gun badly? Also a sailor suit, how can you ride a bike in a sailor suit, you are not afraid of death! When Hanataro looked at the ID of the speaker, he found that it was a person with whom he usually had a hard time dealing with. He didn't even bother to look for pictures on the Internet and was about to start a fight immediately.

If you really have that kind of bad girl, how can labor and management talk nonsense to you here!

"Do you have any? Hurry up and take a photo. If you have any, I'll give you all the SSR!"

Hanataro's eyes widened and he even dropped his phone in fear. After a moment, he hurriedly picked up the phone, not even checking to see if it was damaged, and immediately looked at the ID "False Words" that spoke. Although the ID is false, this person is a more heroic existence than Tianji Yida!

"Boss, what do you mean?" he asked carefully typing.

"No matter how many times, until you draw them all. Stop talking nonsense, is there any!"

The rich man urged.

"Yes! There must be!"

Hanataro gave the answer without thinking. Not to mention the delinquent girl in sailor uniform, he would be satisfied with the Martian princess!

"Really or not, you are a gangster lady and a delinquent girl in a sailor uniform. Are you sleepwalking?"

The former local tycoon Tianji Yi Dao questioned.

"Sorry, I misread it before. There are no gangster girls, only machine gun girls."

Hanatarō typed quickly. How could twenty cigarettes be compared to cigarettes all the time? He's not an idiot.

"Can this be wrong? Doesn't it mean a big war? Take a panoramic view first to see." - False Words

Take a panorama?

Momotaro hesitated when he read the news. If this photo was spread and seen by both warring parties, his life might be in danger...

"Are you lying? You're so good at playing games, but you're still fooling us with your nonsense?"

"That's right, it's too surreal to think about sailor uniforms with machine guns or anything like that."

"No matter what you say, I firmly believe that there is a mafia lady!"

"It's really a big battle! The headquarters of the Yamazakura group are surrounded, and there are more than a hundred people on the bad side!" Hanataro typed quickly. If he was really considered to be lying, he would not be able to survive. There are not only nerds in the group, but also quite a few girls. Among the people who posted drooling emojis before, there was a girl who had been exposed, which fit his sexual fetish perfectly!

"Okay, don't go too far. Flowey Taro probably stayed up so late that he had hallucinations. Go to bed quickly." - Mud Cat

Seeing that someone was willing to support him, Hanataro was so moved that he almost cried. Unfortunately, the "mud cat" who spoke was not a girl, but a man who spoke rudely and had such bad luck in drawing cards that he looked like a black man looking for trouble in a hostile game. And he seems to be very old, because he often says some quotes from Showa era animation.

"I'm bored, let's relax" X18

What made Hanataro's eyes split with tears was that among the copied people, there was also the girl he liked.

Gritting his teeth, he stuck his phone out the window, and with a cruel heart, he clicked to take a picture!

In the darkness, a bright white light appeared.

Hanataro suddenly stiffened, and countless cold sweats appeared on his face.

Oops, oops, I forgot to cover the flash!

If you die, you will definitely be killed!

Endless fear surrounded Hanataro, and his heart was squeezed tightly as if it was being held in someone's hand.

However, before he dies, he must first prove that he is not a big talker. It’s okay to support your own mud cat no matter what, but you can’t let the girl you like look down upon!

With trembling hands, he opened the chat group and clicked send. Then his eyes were fixed on the screen, expecting the goddess to exclaim.

"No-Maj!? Real or fake? Flowey Taro, you really dare to take pictures, aren't you afraid of death?"

Bastard, weren't you the one who called me the happiest just now?

"This photo... the flash was turned on, right? It's so touching. Are you worried that the photo won't be clear enough, Flowey Taro?"

Fart, are you afraid that the photo will not be clear enough? That’s because I’m afraid that I won’t die quickly enough! Although Hanataro thought this, he instantly became happy because this message was sent by his goddess.

"I don't want to prove how great I am, I just want to tell you that I, Hwahana Taro, am an honest person!"

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