Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

"Well, old man, you're tired of living anyway, so it doesn't matter if I tell you the truth." The Jidao cadre sneered: "If you owe us the Baichuan Group money, it means you'll never be able to pay it back in your lifetime. The figures in the IOU and the terms in the contract can be changed at will!"

"So... you did this on purpose?"

"Of course it was intentional. How could it have been an accident?" The gangster laughed heartily, and the younger brothers behind him also laughed maliciously: "Once you owe us a debt, you are destined to be our slaves for the rest of your life. Even before you die, we have to squeeze out your value. Even if you commit suicide by jumping off a building, your body must be transported away, and any organs that can be sold must be sold! This is called making money wisely. Do you understand, old man? It's a pity that you are too old and of no value, otherwise we would have to scatter your ashes in the rice fields..."

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

boom--!

The sound was like thunder, crossing the rain-soaked night.

Red and white splashed out, landing on the faces and clothes of people a few steps behind.

The Yakuza cadre fell to the ground, with a hole on his forehead.

In the heavy rain, the old man's back, which had been hunched for more than ten years, slowly straightened.

It was then that everyone noticed that the old man who was always bent over was actually nearly two meters tall. It was unknown how burly and impressive his figure was when he was young.

"I understand it completely."

The old man raised the muzzle of his gun, which was covered with smoke, and pointed it at the group of gangsters: "You, all, deserve to die!"

Chapter 7 Evil Ghost

"I'm old."

Kiryu Jiro murmured.

Fatigue filled every corner of my body.

He sighed in self-mockery.

The bodies of more than a dozen gangsters lay scattered across the street. The only one left alive was hiding behind a trash can, trembling with his teeth chattering.

Every one of them was shot dead.

Kiryu is not an ordinary old man, he is also a transcendent with the blood of a heroic spirit. His heroic spirit blood has awakened, and the awakened principle is still flowing in his blood.

His bullets always hit the target, so it only took him a dozen seconds to kill these gangsters.

Even though it was only a dozen seconds, the consumption of running the Principle of the Heroic Spirit almost drained all his physical strength, making him feel extremely tired.

"the last one……"

He raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew towards the head of the last gangster as if it was automatically finding its target.

When——!

The orange-yellow bullet was shot down and after bouncing several times, it disappeared in the rain.

Kiryu Jiro looked at the newcomer, who was also a Yakuza, with the same pattern on the tie around his neck.

And he could feel that the other party was also an extraordinary person, otherwise he would not be able to shoot down his bullet.

"Wakata of the Hyakugawa Group." The visitor announced his name. He was a middle-aged man, holding an iron rod more than a meter long. His whole body was strong and powerful, and the veins under his muscles bulged like earth dragons. "I didn't expect that in this old, dilapidated and undeveloped old Edo, there was such a beast hiding."

The old man touched his gun and said in a low voice, "You are an extraordinary person, but you are willing to mix with this group of extreme people..."

"Everyone has their own aspirations." The Baichuan Group's Wakato said casually, "Where I like to be is my business. But you killed so many of my members. If I don't kill you, I won't be able to explain myself when I go back."

Kiryu Jiro said calmly, "If I kill you, there won't be any more trouble in the future."

"If you kill me, the Baichuan Group will be expelled." He grinned, "But if you die, that little girl will meet a miserable end."

With a loud roar, lightning illuminated the long street and also illuminated two figures.

Two gunshots rang out.

Jiro Kiryu's body fell to the ground, splashing muddy water. Blood flowed out from his wounds, gradually dyeing the water red.

Baichuan Ruotou shook the blood-stained iron rod and said lightly: "What a pity, you should be stronger when you are young."

He broke into the flower shop, picked up the sleeping girl, and disappeared into the night.

The old man couldn't move, his fingers were stiff, and his pupils were gradually dilating as he looked at the sky.

...I'm old.

Because they are too old and their bodies are too slow, even if they can see the flaws, their physical strength cannot keep up with the speed of reaction. A second of delay determines life and death.

He is not afraid of death.

His hands were already stained with countless blood. As a former executioner of the shogunate, he did not expect to have a good ending. It was already a blessing that God could live to eighty or ninety. Otherwise, how could he tolerate such a vicious person like him to live until now.

He just felt sorry that he couldn't follow the path of chivalry to the end.

Renxia is a thug and also an evil person who takes people's lives with a sharp knife. He fights evil with evil and kills when death is due.

But the girl is innocent.

Not being able to save her was the regret that made Kiryu Jiro reluctant to close his eyes and pass away... If he were younger, he could have saved her.

An old horse in the stable... a martyr in his old age...

He did not lose to his opponent, but to time. No matter how fierce the fire in his heart was, it could not change his aging body.

This resentment and regret...

So that he couldn't close his eyes in the end.

A dark shadow stood up from under the old man. The shadow solidified into a living thing and turned into a young man in a suit holding a walking stick.

He stared at the dead old man.

Immediately, the young man slowly squatted down and placed his right hand on the old man's chest, and the shadow gradually merged into the body of the dead man.

The corpse stood up again, the wounds began to heal, and it emitted high-temperature steam, with white mist covering the surrounding area.

A hand parted the white mist, and the person who walked out from behind the smoke was no longer the old Kiryu, but a much younger him. In just a moment, he returned to the age of thirty and was back to his peak physical condition.

The soul controlling this body is no longer Kiryu, but has become an outsider.

……

Bai Yu opened his eyes. His mind and consciousness were clear. His body seemed to be his own, and every inch of his muscles was filled with explosive power.

But he also knew clearly that he was currently using the body of a man named 'Kiryu Takajiro', who had died from internal bleeding after his organs were shattered a minute ago.

He completely felt everything that happened to the old man before his death from a first-person perspective, so now he did not feel much strangeness or resistance when accepting his body and identity.

He usually refuses to enter the body.

But now I have witnessed it twice in a row, so I have to get used to it even if I am not used to it.

Unlike his previous aging body that would gasp after walking a few steps, his current body represents Kiryu Takajiro's prime.

The old man had undoubtedly died, carrying with him endless regrets and resentment.

What Bai Yu needs to do now is to continue writing the story he failed to finish, and turn this imperfect ending into what everyone expects.

Flame-like words also appeared in his sight.

[Ren Xia · Finale]

【Destroy Baichuan Group】

【Destiny has begun to be woven, the countdown begins】

【02:59:59】

The mission objectives are clear; the time limit is three hours.

Bai Yu thought he would panic because of this sudden situation, but in fact he was not. His consciousness was very calm, as if he had withdrawn from unnecessary emotions.

He knew exactly what he was doing here, and he had no hesitation in pulling the trigger.

But the fire in his heart still existed, as if he had inherited the unresolved anger from Kiryu.

He felt that at this moment he was more like an evil spirit, a dead spirit that came back to life for revenge.

It's because I inherited the lingering thoughts of the deceased old man that I feel this way...

anger

Bai Yu picked up the gun on the ground and opened his black umbrella: "Death, here comes the killer."

……

At this time, the old Edo and the new Tokyo were in transition, and a large number of old houses were demolished and new high-rise buildings were built.

As the whole era rolled forward, land became the most valuable thing, and every inch of it was worth a lot of money.

Many underworld organizations also set their sights on the land at this time and chose to start real estate business, making a fortune every day.

In order to lower the price and buy the land from ordinary people, they often use all means, from threats and harassment to kidnapping. In order to force the parties to sign, they even cut off their hands and feet.

Everything is for profit.

A van was driving towards the intersection. Takao, the head of the Baichuan Group, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled white smoke.

No one could have imagined that there would be a vicious gangster in this van, and there was a kidnapped victim in the back.

The girl in the back row has woken up. Her name is Kaoru Nishino. Her hands and feet are tied up and a rag is stuffed into her mouth. The smell of engine oil on the rag makes her want to vomit.

After waking up, she had heard the conversation between the surviving Yakuza and knew what had just happened.

She pretended to be unconscious, but her tears were already flowing uncontrollably, wetting the dirty car mat.

The more powerless she was, the more unwilling she was.

She also knew what would happen to her, but she couldn't even bite her tongue to commit suicide.

"Brother, I don't understand. Is it worth it to lose so many people just for such a little girl?"

"Of course it's not worth it just for her. Selling her won't bring back so many lives. This time it's just a disaster." Gao Wei took a puff of his cigarette and said in a flat tone: "However, there are a lot of people to recruit. The sword ban implemented by the shogunate has caused a large number of old samurai to lose their jobs. These people have become ronin. They have no legitimate livelihoods. Without the shogunate's support, they can only take to the streets and hang out with us. This kind of people will not disappear in the next fifty years. If one group dies, we will recruit another. I'm still in this group, so I'm not worried about no one coming."

The younger brother who was driving whispered, "What are we going to do with this little girl?"

"Take it to the old place."

"Go directly to the?"

"Well..." Gao Wei said calmly, "So many people died for this girl. She can't live either. Besides, her life is actually worthless. In fact, there is an old man above who is sick. He discussed with the team leader and exchanged 10% of the shares for internal organs. This girl just happened to be a perfect match. The original intention was to force her to death and then take her internal organs. Anyway, her father dared to sign anything to cancel his gambling debts. The body donation certificate has long been signed, and all the procedures have been completed. They are just waiting for her to jump into the sea and commit suicide."

"Then let's be direct. Isn't that a bit against the rules?"

"Idiot, so many people have died, why do you still care about so many things? The old man has lost his patience and brought doctors from the black market here, and even raised the price. Now they are waiting at the villa... Otherwise, why would I have to do it myself?" Gao Wei sneered.

At this moment, suddenly, a strong light illuminated the interior of the car.

The driver subconsciously turned his head to look and saw a black car directly hit the side of the van, turning it over on the spot.

The van spun around and then righted itself. Gao Wei protected his head with both hands, brushed away the broken glass, and grabbed the driver's arm: "Hey!"

When the car was pulled over, the driver's head and face were covered in blood.

Gao Wei looked at the source of the blood and noticed that a hole had been opened on the side of the driver's head at some point.

He was shot in the head before being hit by the vehicle!

Gao Wei kicked open the car door and pulled out his baton: "Who are you? Get out here!"

A pitch-black car was parked in the middle of the road. The door slowly opened and a young man in a black suit walked out slowly, holding an old-fashioned black pistol in his right hand.

He walked to the front of the car, and the headlights illuminated his back from behind, stretching the shadow very long. The heavy rain was pouring down, and it seemed as if another figure in a gray kimono was overlapping his.

No light, no matter how bright, could illuminate his features.

Like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.

Chapter 8 Death

Gao Wei recognized the license plate of the car. It was one of the vehicles they had just driven past... and they had originally planned to hand it over to the logistics department for recovery.

So who is this young man?

It's natural that he couldn't recognize it.

There was no way to connect this murderous young man with the old man just now.

No matter who the other party is, they are here to kill.