The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

Latest website: The fat man put on a decent suit today, and his hair was specially sprayed with hairspray. There was a red rose with the thorns removed on his chest, and a ring with the Dragon and Tiger Club's inscription on his thumb.

He likes this kind of dignity, especially before killing, it will make his heart feel as if he has power, although he knows that the real people in power never show up. They always hide behind the scenes and have no control over what happens in this world. Things they do on the Internet are careless, and as long as they are willing, a casual phone call can start a bloody storm.

Just like Rina Ryoko who gave herself an order.

And in this treacherous storm, the weak don't even have a chance to struggle, just like the woman from the Miyamoto family that everyone is waiting for. The order Rina Ryoko gave herself was not only to destroy this woman, but she could also take her away. , you can take her anywhere, maybe charter a small yacht and float on the Tokyo Sea for three days and three nights, or take her back to the basement of your home.

The fat man coughed twice and spit out the dry phlegm in his throat. He found that he was looking forward to tonight's magical night. The eldest lady of the down-and-out noble was also an eldest lady. It was as difficult for ordinary people to reach it as it was to reach the sky, let alone reach the sky. Panic Ti Ran said.

"She will come today, right, Obasan?" The fat man smiled and looked at the old woman sitting on the chair looking out the door.

This was knowingly asking, but he wanted to hear praise.

"She will definitely come today. You can ask the police officer of Narita District Police Station to call her personally. How dare she not come? She must be scared out of her mind and rush here!" the old woman said flatteringly.

Standing next to the fat man is the deputy chief of the Narita District Police Station. The Dragon Tiger Club is not a simple gang. An ordinary gang has no relationship with the police station. The basis for an underground organization to thrive is smooth connections. .

This is the advantage of giving gifts during holidays. In addition to getting your men out of the police station when necessary, they can also come in handy in such weird places.

Deputy Director Kozaru Yamaji was laughing when he received his call - Someone dares to steal something from your territory. Let’s not talk about the truth or falsehood. I can take her back to the police station for interrogation. As long as you are willing, Bai Bai The truth can become evil, and the compilation can turn into truth. If she doesn't plead guilty, she will never get out of the detention room.

The fat man sighed and said that it would be better if he only thought of you last time.

The old woman was licking her face and helping her, saying that last time she could only get rid of the woman, but this time she would be even more beautiful, and she could take her home and serve as a concubine.

The fat man took out a cigarette, handed one to Kozaru Yamaji, and put one in his mouth. Kozaru Yamaji next to him immediately took out a lighter and lit it, then stretched out his hand to light it for the fat man.

The fat man patted his hand to express his gratitude.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled in the dim light of the lighter.

"Then I'll go back first." Kozaru Yamaji walked out with a cigarette in his mouth, "My wife at home is still waiting. She just gave birth to the baby not long ago, and she always starts making trouble in the middle of the night."

"What a good man who takes care of his family." The fat man took out an envelope containing money from his suit pocket, asked Sakigawa Daitora standing on one side to catch up and put it into Kozaru Sanji's pocket.

Kozaru Yamaji squeezed it skillfully, raised his eyebrows and smiled, with a shy smile on his face.

"Go to Ginza Street more often when you have time. The girls there are very good. The Yamaci brothers have a bright future. It would be a waste to waste your good time on a yellow-faced woman." The fat man shook his head regretfully, "Have a good time. .”

"I can't play anymore, and I don't even have enough money for baby milk powder." Kozaru Sanji sighed, "I lost all my savings from house flipping in the past few years. My wife at home is getting divorced every day. I wouldn't be able to survive without your help."

"Friends should help each other!"

"By the way, can the household registration be erased?" the fat man suddenly asked behind him.

"No problem. The Population Inspection Department has informed me that if we can't find her in half a year, it will be classified as a death accident, and her household registration will also be cancelled. Isn't that woman alone?"

"No, there is a child beside me."

Kozaru Sanji frowned: "That would be difficult, unless the child disappears together."

"I forgot to mention that the child is adopted."

Kozaru Sanji smiled: "This is easy to handle, just change the adopter."

The fat man took a long breath. When Rina Ryoko called herself, she repeatedly emphasized that if the child came with him, she must find a way to get him away without hurting him.

This is the highest order.

If the child is also injured in this upcoming accident, what awaits him is not a severing of his fingers to apologize, but not even a chance to apologize, and he will most likely be turned into a cement pillar and sink into Tokyo Bay.

Rina Ryoko is not a kind person, she is a ruthless femme fatale, one of the most seductive flowers blooming in the highest position in Tokyo. As long as she wants to get something, there is nothing she can't get. Money is like a piece of hemp, and human life is like a piece of grass. , is not an exaggeration to describe a superior person like her.

What's more, she just wants to raise a child this time, and she carries the name of justice. 'Instead of letting that child live a miserable life with that damn woman, it's better to help her and me get rid of it as soon as possible.' This is Rina Liangzi's original words.

"After the matter is settled, let's go to the izakaya and have a drink together." The fat man looked at his subordinates and stroked his belly, "I will pay for all the expenses tonight."

The gangsters burst into cheers and whistles.

The old woman was also very happy.

It was easy to deal with Yukiko Miyamoto himself, and he no longer had to be pestered by these gangsters.

Don't blame me for being cruel. When I said I would introduce a man to you, you didn't want it. If you had accepted it and found a supporter, you might have been enjoying the life of a rich wife for several days.

You can make money by spreading your legs, what a great condition, but if you are stubborn, when you come later, you will understand that these people are not as gentle as me.

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At night in Tokyo, there is a lot of excitement and madness.

Crazy batches are also divided into levels. The lowest Crazy batches appear at night. They are a group of drunk office workers. Their main lethality is to whistle at the beauties in short skirts on the roadside. If they are braver, they will run to ask for them. Mobile phone number or mailbox, occasionally people gather to make trouble, usually both sides just talk and disperse as soon as the police arrive.

After midnight, the intermediate gangsters appeared, mainly composed of high school dropouts and young gangsters who had just joined gangs. They were looking for homeless people on the streets. After finding them, they shouted with their hands, "The people in the city." Garbage' was beating them hard with steel rods in his hands. The homeless people were beaten until they were rolling and crawling. Those who couldn't run would curl up and wait for death.

Then there are the high-end crazy people who conduct underground business in bars or dance halls. They have a stack of knives in their suit pockets and a pistol in the belt behind their waist. If the business is negotiated well, everyone will be happy and like brothers and they will stay together for life. If the negotiation is not good, then they are sorry. We will be brothers again in the next life.

But this group of crazy people from the Yuan family are different.

To use what Yuan and Yilong often say - this group of people has gone beyond the mad batch and is not in a mental hospital.

The crowd of cars came through the night.

The leader is a silver-white Lamborghini diablovt, limited to 400 units worldwide, one of which is in the hands of these crazy people from the Yuan family. The young people from the Yuan family love Lamborghini and go to Sant'Agata Se in Italy every year. A large number of orders, and they especially love limited editions. The Yuan family has always kept a low profile. They rarely let them go out except to perform tasks. Under the long-term suppression is a strong desire to show off. Others will die if they don't show off, but they rely on showing off. And live.

It's a pity that the mission this time is only at the 'Ghost' level. If it were a mission above the 'Ghost' level, these people would definitely run out excitedly and take out the family's BK117 helicopter, plus two anti-aircraft guns. .

The hot explosive power passed through the streets of Tokyo, overturning the screams of night passers-by, leaving fierce sounds in the air. Wherever the vehicles passed, the street lights along the line went out one after another, and at the same time, the cameras on Daping Street in Narita District changed. into a snowflake.

Behind the Lamborghini was a Nissan GTR. The driver of this violent beast was Yuan Heyilong. He was not here to support the show, but to ensure that tonight's mission would not go wrong. It was not that he was worried that something would go wrong with the people on his side. On the contrary, I am worried about the Dragon Tigers in Narita District.

The Twelve Thrones of the Yuan family are all not idle people. They are more or less mentally ill. When performing 'god'-level missions, they will carry mortars. When the other party calls for a stop, they will cheer and continue the bombardment until they are stopped. The drug factory was burned to the ground.

Also on the last mission, the Sakura Group in Kanagawa was involved in the trading of human organs and tissues and the circulation of heavy firearms. Originally, everyone would just sit together and chat, and those who should go to the police station and those who should be sentenced to death would be sentenced to death. Unexpectedly, ten A certain lunatic among the two thrones suddenly shouted, "This beast will not die tonight, and I will not be able to sleep well." Then he pulled out a Desert Eagle from under his buttocks and banged the head of the leader of the Sakura group.

The brothers next to him wiped the plasma from their faces calmly, and then clapped.

Yes, the purpose of Yuan and Yilong coming here is to watch these crazy people who came today. Once they start playing, they will forget about the mission level. Instead, they will try their best to do the ghost level missions like gods. Levels are common.

But not today. After all, I promised the child that I would leave a few soft dishes for Miyamoto Yukiko to vent on. If they were all destroyed by accident, I would still have to find someone to act. It would really be more of a loss than a gain.

Behind Yuan and Yilong is a heavy-duty Kawasaki motorcycle zzr1100. The whole body is as dark as the dark night, but sitting on it is a beautiful woman wearing a moon-white hunting suit. Her figure is so plump that it looked like a pond after a night of heavy rain, and it is exposed under the wide hunting suit. Two delicate long legs, wearing ladies' pink slippers that I didn't have time to change because I was in a hurry to run out.

She was as simple and elegant as a piece of white paper, with a dull air between her brows, a piece of butter bread in her mouth, and a huge sword named 'Metropolis' on her back, which she carried casually with her. , which made her a little regretful, because the sword was too big, which made her butt feel very uncomfortable due to the scabbard when driving a motorcycle.

This heavy-duty motorcycle has a speed of up to 300 kilometers per hour, far faster than the Lamborghini at the front, but it is like a little kid, cautiously following Yuan and Yilong's GTR.

There is no way, she is a road addict and doesn't know the way.

Yuan and Yilong couldn't help but look at her through the rearview mirror every ten seconds, worried that the most violent humanoid killer in the family would be treated like a little kid lost by their parents if they were not careful. Same, standing on the streets of Tokyo looking around blankly.

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