Chapter 49 Chekhov’s Plot Chekov secretly parked the Audi car without a license plate in the alley behind the hotel.
It seems to be a common problem in big cities.
The more glorious and glorious the building is behind it, the more sinister and dirty the alley is. , and are often filled with sewage.
Chekov was wearing slippers and stepped into a pool of smelly water.
"Damn it, are you here on purpose...
Damn Japanese, don't you know how to clean?"
Chekov looked at Strogen and saw that although he was losing a little too much blood, at least the bleeding had stopped now, and he was in good health and still conscious.
Chekov did not forget to remind him: "Be careful.
I see that when Kane and others torture others, the guy often faints and dies...
You must not faint.
Do you understand?
I don't want to suffer."
Work hard to save a dead person."
With both feet full of dirty water, Chekov swaggered into the splendid hotel lobby with golden walls.
Several waiters in the lobby grinned secretly and looked helplessly at the dark stains on the brightly visible floor. footprint.
Chekov was chattering around.
He was a little nervous and walked to the reception desk in the lobby.
Before the waiter inside asked, Chekov dialed the number of the reception desk on the floor where his room was located: "Hey, you are the one Jiro or Dalang, I am your Russian gentleman, come down and do me a favor."
Pointing at Strogen, Chekov was like pointing at a dead pig: "Look, how did this pile of things get to my room?"
Jiro was stunned for a moment.
There seemed to be a little more blood on Strogen's body.
His clothes didn't look like a good citizen. . .
Chekov took out a thick stack of green U.S. dollars, gently tossed them in the air, and muttered: "Oh, there is so much money that there is no place to spend it, so it is better to burn it."
Jiro grabbed the US dollars with one hand and said with a smile: "Sir, this way, please, there is a freight elevator at the back door.
A few people inside are my buddies.
It is easy to send people up...
Our floors are clean.
The car is just big enough for a man on the floor below.
But, sir, who is he?"
Chekov rolled his eyes and looked at him, and took out another wad of bills: "His American Superman, Spider-Man, is not a human...
How do I know who he is?
For the sake of your Amaterasu, Get him up there.
If you keep being verbose, I'll file a complaint against you and have you fired from the hotel.
I'll also report you to the Metropolitan Police for selling drugs to me.
Hurry up, bastard."
Jiro grabbed the banknote again, smiled and stopped talking, and quickly got Stromgen out of the car and carried it behind his back.
Chekov whispered: "Send it to my room and tell your buddies not to make any fuss...
I don't have anything else, sir.
I just have money.
You will benefit from it when the time comes."
Chekov rushed into the car, reversed frantically, rushed to the street, made several circles, got out of the car and fled back to the hotel before a nearby police car arrived.
He has been praying in his heart: "Dear Virgin Mary, I am not that bastard Jester, and I have never cursed you.
I hope you can persuade that old guy God to help me get through this difficult time. . . .
Why isn’t the boss here?
I miss you so much.
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Nothing can be done as long as you are here.”
Chekov rushed upstairs in confusion and kept muttering: "The boss is here, what will he do?
What will he do?
God, I don't have the strength of the boss...
What will he do if he doesn't use violence?"
situation" Chekov's head was running wildly, but what was tumbling in his head was a string of codes except for the busty beauty, and he couldn't figure out how to deal with the current situation.
It was obvious that Strogen was one of our own.
When he said Kane's name, Strogen showed a look of surprise.
He must be a subordinate that Kane deceived from somewhere.
He must be rescued.
However, just now, police cars were running around on the street and he was almost caught.
How can we ensure his safety?
Jiro and two hotel cleaners in white uniforms were waiting in the living room.
Chekov rushed in, signed a check for 100,000 US dollars and handed it to them.
He muttered nervously: "Don't tell anyone..."
Let me tell you, this guy in black is an American agent who came to perform a secret mission and was injured by terrorists."
Jiro looked at him dumbfounded, his head buzzing and confused: "He is an agent, so why did you save him?
You are an agent.
Oh my god, you look like a gangster like my brother...
God, this The world is in chaos, but it doesn’t matter to me, I just make money.”
Chekov pushed them away and locked the door tightly.
Then he let out a long breath, blinked his little eyes, almost cried, and sat weakly on the ground.
When he rescued the ninja, he thought it was just fun and didn't care much.
In other words, he was so horny that he didn't even notice the possible danger.
But Stromgen was different.
Looking at his dress, he clearly came to Tokyo to kill people.
Yes, I ended up being made so embarrassed.
Chekov deeply knows the strength of Kane and his group, so Strogen will not be too bad.
So, to be able to make Strogen like this, he must be at the level of a powerful boss.
Characters, look at the police cars running around on the street, Stromgen is simply a time bomb.
"The target of your attack will not let you go...
Damn it, I saved you, no matter how hard you explain, they won't listen, so I will be miserable."
The ninja and the soldier were separated by a coffee table, each lying on a sofa and looking at each other.
Chekov rushed over, pointed at the two of them and yelled: "Who the hell did I provoke?
I just like to greet God a few times on weekdays.
Why did I meet such a bastard after I had just come to Japan and enjoyed it for less than two months?
Damn it, you saved a yellow-skinned monkey, why are you not a beauty?
Now I saved a German bastard.
Why should I save you, a Japanese, a German?
Why should I, Uncle Chekov, save you?"
Strogen breathed a sigh of relief: "The rogue Chekov that Boss Chekov said was corrupt, accepted bribes, invaded other people's privacy, and did all kinds of evil."
Chekov was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and said, "It's not me.
Didn't you see that I'm a Chinese...
I'm not some bullshit Chekov."
Strogen ignored him and said directly: "Tell the boss, use the most obscure words, tell the boss now...
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The mission failed, a complete failure, fifty people were killed, and I escaped...
Tell the boss , only Stromgen escaped.
Now, hurry, as soon as possible, otherwise the news may not get out and we will be killed. " Chekov's hands were trembling, and his thighs were trembling: "What the hell, why should I help you?
I'll throw you down from here, it has nothing to do with me...
And this is a ninja or a samurai, I'll throw you away too Throw it down and I'll be safe.
Yes, why should I...
By the way, tell the boss.
Damn it, don't use the boss to pressure me.
I'm much more qualified than you.
I'll kill you too, though I haven't."
Chekov had a fit of hysteria, threw himself at his laptop, and sent out a long and smelly e-mail: "Dear, fortunately, everything is going well for me in Japan recently.
It's just that I'm having trouble with business."
I bought a bunch of chickens to start a chicken farm, but they all got avian influenza, and all the other 5,000 hens died
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Strogen added: "Tell the boss that they have used supernatural powers.
They can appear directly from the ground, water, and air.
They are not normal humans."
The ninja's eyes immediately sharpened, he glanced at Strogen, and frowned thoughtfully.
Strogen noticed his gaze and thought of what Chekhov was talking about about ninja warriors just now.
His hand secretly went to his belt, where a single-shot powerful pistol was secretly hidden.
Chekov added a few words: "Neighbors nearby told me that these little hens have offended the gods, the gods in the land, water, and air, and they have collected the souls of these little hens. . . .
Dear, what should I do with the remaining little rooster?
Eat it or keep it well.
If possible, you'd better send me some money.
I need 100 million new roosters. chicken."
Chekov sent the email to the free email address Kane applied for, then picked up the phone and dialed Phil's backup mobile phone number.
At this time, Phil was communicating with a secret manager.
He pushed over a box of US dollars: "Yes, Arthur, a nobleman of the royal family, kill him.
This is our commission."
The manager looked at Phil in confusion: "My dear, you can do it yourself, why don't you do it yourself?
This is not your usual style.
Now the entire city of London, except for the old Wiggins territory, belongs to you."
Yes.
Killing a person, even if he is a noble, does not take more than an hour. " The manager still had something to say: "How dare I believe you came to me so directly?
Who knows if China Yi has set a trap for me again?
What if that bastard is protected by thousands of agents?
Do you want my people to die?"
Phil smiled and said: "Don't worry, he won't be protected by thousands of agents, don't worry...
You know, we have opened a security company, and we are preparing to move from the underworld to the white path.
We are not going to participate in these businesses anymore...
This is a commission given to us by someone else, and we handed it over to you after charging an agency fee of 15%."
The manager looked at Phil suspiciously: "Okay, okay, the money is not much, but it is enough to buy a life.
Human life is not valuable these days...
Do you have any information about the target?"
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Phil shook his head: "They need to check the information themselves.
We know nothing about it, so we don't accept this commission...
I have something to do, so I'll leave first.
Remember, we have two weeks to kill him...
The other party It is specifically requested to use a large-caliber sniper rifle to kill him at a long distance, which is the client’s special hobby.”
The manager nodded, stood up with a smile and saw off the guests: "Mr.
Phil, I may need more care from you in the future...
We are all small businesses, and we also need a big man like Mr.
Yi to help us."
Phil nodded: "Easy to say, easy to say, our boss likes friends the most...Eh" The spare cell phone number in Phil's trouser pocket, which only insiders knew, rang, and a smooth voice said coquettishly into the phone: "Dear baby, I sent you an express package, dear. , take a good look.”
Phil's expression changed, and he nodded to the manager: "I'm in a hurry...
Remember, in two weeks, the customer's request is a large-caliber sniper rifle."
Phil drove towards his lair and was in such a hurry.
What happened to Chekov?
God, the assault team. . .
Did they move so fast?
What happened?
Why didn't Strogen contact us?
They failed.
He had no way to contact us.
So how did Chekov know?
Big drops of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Phil's forehead: "Damn it, Strogen met Chekov...
God, you are such a bastard, this bastard Chekov will mess up everything. . . .
Satan, I better pray to you bastard to make sure that Chekhov doesn’t ruin things for the commandos.”
It seems that under Jester's influence, it won't be long before a group of Yi Chen's subordinates will become loyal believers of Satan.
Seeing Phil running up panting, Yi Chen turned around in surprise: "What happened to Phil?
Were your little darlings snatched away by pretty boys?
Don't worry, there are still a few beauties in London City." . . .
Look, my hand is really beautiful.”
Phil strode to his side, overthrew Yi Chen's big three yuan that was about to be confused with one hand, and said nervously: "Boss, there is news from Chekov, it's very urgent...
I don't think he will because of himself If you are impotent and anxious, then it can only be due to other reasons, commando team."
Yi Chen hooked his fingers, and the two black men standing in the corner of the room came over quickly.
Yi Chen pointed at the table and motioned for them to put away the mahjong tiles, and rushed out with Phil, Gore, Feili, and Jester.
Entered the computer room.
Jester looked at the email and cursed crazily: "Damn it, is Chekhov crazy?
What the hell is this nonsense?
He alone with 50,000 women will eventually weaken him to death."
Yi Chen said indifferently: "The entire commando team was wiped out, and Stromgen was the only one who survived, but it seems that he also lost his ability to move...
The gods in the land, the flowing water, and the air killed those little hens."
The four people behind him looked at the one with big eyes and didn't know what he meant.
Yi Chen stood up slowly, his joints crackling all over his body: "I understand, people suddenly appeared from the land, water, and air, and they killed fifty commandos...
Ha, Dunjia Zong’s escape method may still be a little bit The Five Elements Sect's ability to bring the power of the Five Elements into the body, haha, hahahaha, the Yamaguchi group is so powerful, no wonder they have to pay 400 million US dollars to kill one person, haha, we all underestimate it.
We are all idiots.”
Yi Chen kept laughing, but there was no smile at all, and his whole body was as cold as a statue of a god.
Jester's eyes widened: "What's going on, boss?"
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Yi Chen said indifferently: "The Japanese ninjas and Yamaguchi-gumi are really a ninja group.
They killed our commandos...
It's hard for Chekov.
He can finally spell out these sentences to describe these things... ” Yi Chen deleted the email and whispered: "Then, Chekov is in danger...
When he encounters big problems, it is always difficult to calm down.
His head is simply the head of a madman...
I can't imagine what he's going to do.
Tell Kane, I need him to know about it, yes, tell him."
Feili looked at Yi Chen: "Boss, what should I do if the commando team fails?
Then sending other soldiers there will have no effect.
What should we do personally?"
Yi Chen looked at Feili seriously: "No, Feili, you don't know the terror of Japanese ninjas...
I finally understand what the things recorded in the Tianxing Sect's classics mean.
He said that someone stole the Dunjia The classics of the sect were subsequently hunted by the Dunjia sect and the Five Elements sect for thousands of years.
But there has been no result...
Dunjia Sect is very strong and can survive their pursuit.
They have their own uniqueness.
The records of Tianxing Sect do not mention who stole the book.
Looking at Chekhov’s description, I guessed it.”
Yi Chen was a little nervous.
He might not be afraid of the strange methods of Dunjia Sect and Five Elements Sect, but Feili and the others had no resistance at all.
A sudden attack could often kill opponents ten times stronger than themselves, not to mention those Japanese.
It won't be very weak. . .
Jester interrupted Yi Chen's thinking: "Boss, no matter how you deal with them, are you really sure that you want to tell Kane these things?"
Yi Chen nodded: "Yes."
Phil slapped his forehead: "Boss, Kane will tear down the entire Paris."
Yi Chen smiled: "Kane can't do that.
I believe in his judgment.
Kane's brain is not easy to use, but when it comes to fighting, we are not as good as him.
He is a natural commander, and he will make the most beneficial decision." judge."
"Perhaps, killing someone with a borrowed knife is the best way...
Haha, killing someone with a borrowed knife...
I don't want those 400 million US dollars to fly back to the client's pocket, and then they will be cast a shadow of failure. " Paris, the luxurious residence of Mr.
Marquis de Baigard, a group of frivolous young men are toasting with him.
It can be said that these young men are also the pioneers of Parisian social circles.
Let's first have a general understanding of whether Bai Jade is worth dating.
As long as Bai Jiade performs well enough, these young men will naturally work hard to promote him.
A soldier from the Dark Demon Force walked up to Kane and muttered something under his breath.
Kane immediately changed into a different person.
If he was just a stone statue just now, then at this moment he became an angry giant, with veins on his forehead jumping desperately and his fists clenching loudly.
Kane strode out of the luxurious living room.
Baijiade saw Kane's change and saw him walking out.
He was wondering what happened when a loud noise suddenly came from outside.
The young master exclaimed and looked at Bai Jiade. . .
Bai Jiade frowned, feeling suspicious in his heart: "This guy couldn't have put a bomb in the yard, right?
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God, please don't let him do this, otherwise my efforts will be completely ruined." .
Ten million dollars, and beautiful Elensa."
A group of people poured out of the living room, and then saw several jade statues falling into pieces in the large fountain in the yard.
Kane walked towards Baigard with a smile on his face: "Sir, according to your instructions, we demolished these statues so that you can replace them with new ones...
French construction workers, their aesthetic sense is really unacceptable."
Bai Jiade was slightly shocked: "When did I tell you to smash these statues?"
But he quickly came to his senses: "Yes, of course, but you can't blame our builders.
They are not wrong.
What is wrong is these statues.
Ordinary jade is too inferior.
I need something more elegant and noble.
Si Locke, choose the best statues, and I ask that their eyes be inlaid with gems, so that they are worthy of our status."
Silok, who came from the same organization as Baijiade and looked like a graceful old man.
Silok, who also played the role of Baijiade's housekeeper, bowed respectfully: "As you wish, master... these statues, It’s indeed too crude.
It’s my mistake.
I’m sorry, Master.
You will see a statue that satisfies you in two days.”
A young man applauded softly: "Oh my god, only those princes in ancient times would do this.
Dear Mr.
Baijiade, do you understand?
You have let us understand the style of ancient nobles...
Are you going to replace the new statue with it?"
What kind?”
Bai Jiade smiled reservedly: "Pure silver, with sapphires inlaid in the eyes...
Ha, of course, they are all statues of beauties, the goddess of hunting, the goddess of love, the goddess of youth, the goddess of harvest.
This looks expensive, isn't it?
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The young masters applauded softly, and secretly made up their minds that they must be the first to announce this news in the club.
This Marquis from Central Europe is indeed an out-and-out noble, but the noblest kind. , the richest kind.
Kane smiled and thought to himself: "I can't be impulsive.
They can kill Stromgen's team.
They are very powerful...
Can't be impulsive.
The other soldiers will definitely die if they pass by...
Let the boss decide, the boss Decide what to do.
The boss never makes a mistake."
Yi Chen instructed Phil to send a letter back to Chekov: "Take good care of the remaining little roosters.
We can't give you money quickly.
We are very tight and the market is unstable.
We will eat them soon."
Drop our money."
I just hope Chekov doesn't do anything too outrageous.
It was enough for Strogen and himself to return to London safely.
Jester murmured in a low voice: "If Stromgen were alone in the wilderness, his chance of survival would be much greater than with that bastard Chekov now."
The ninja looked at Strogen, and Strogen looked at him.
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After receiving Yi Chen's reply, Chekov sighed almost desperately, sat down on the ground and wailed: "My vacation, my beauty, my little Japanese girl, my female body...
God, Damn you bastard, why are you treating me like this?
No wonder Jester believes in Satan.
Damn it, I will follow him and believe in Satan."
The ninja asked in a low voice: "They" Chekov trembled slightly, but the ninja didn't look in this direction, so he didn't notice anything unusual about him.
Strogen looked at him strangely: "What do they mean?"
The ninja was stunned for a moment and said in a low voice: "Who are you targeting when you come to Tokyo?
Maybe we can become collaborators."
Strogen looked at him and said nothing for a long time.
He held the small single-shot pistol tightly with his left hand, and the expression in his eyes changed rapidly.
Chekov secretly took out a fruit knife, crawled over secretly, and then quickly put the knife on the ninja's neck.
The hand holding the knife shook so badly that the skin on the ninja's Adam's apple was scratched.
There was a cut, and blood flowed down bit by bit.
Chekov said viciously: "Yellow-skinned monkey, do you understand?
The first person I hate the most is the Japanese, the second is myself, and the third is the German...
Well, be careful, I can always do it Get rid of you.
Why did you ask him what his mission was?
The ninja whispered: "We have entrusted a task, and the goal is..."
His hand suddenly turned over, and it seemed that without much exertion, Chekov flew out in the air, and the fruit knife hit the ninja's hand hard.
There was a cut on his face, leaving blood everywhere, but he didn't seem to care and continued to ask Stromgen: "Your mission is..."
Strogen raised his gun: "The leader of the Yamaguchi group, Yamaguchi...
Sir, I'm sorry, this Mr.
Chekov is a subordinate of our boss.
Although I have never met him, he saved me.
Don't you?"
That’s how he should be treated.”
Chekov almost fell to death and took a few breaths.
He got up dizzy, picked up the TV in the living room and was about to smash it on the ninja's head.
He yelled: "Fuck me, save a dog." , you can still kill him and eat meat, you Japanese are unreliable, damn, I will kill you first."
It seemed that he had forgotten that he was the one who put the knife on someone else's neck first.
The ninja said anxiously: "So, we are friends...
We entrusted them to kill Yamaguchi Mu."
Chekov was stunned for a moment, his hand went weak, and the TV he held above his head almost hit his head.
He quickly put it on the floor, not caring about pulling out all the plugs on it.
Chekov touched the knife again, cautiously approached the ninja, and whispered: "You entrusted them" Strogen looked at Chekov in confusion: "What on earth are they?"
Ninja said: "The most mysterious and powerful killer organization in the world has completed many incredible tasks, including recovering three stolen intercontinental missiles.
This is something that everyone in the underground world knows.
You must have something to do with them.
Otherwise, why do you want to deal with Yamaguchi Mu?
We also have information.
No one in the underground world wants to touch the Yamaguchi group for the time being, except us. " Chekov carefully squatted down one and a half meters away from him and whispered: "They have some relationship with us, business cooperation, some easy and simple tasks, they entrust us to handle them, and so does our boss.
Big shot in the underworld.”
The ninja laughed, and a lot of blood flowed from the wounds on his face.
Chekov curled his lips, took out the first-aid healing agent, sprayed it on his face a few times, and sealed the wound.
The ninja said: "Then they made a mistake.
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Yamaguchi is not easy to kill.
They were wrong.
They should not have used ordinary means to deal with Yamaguchi.
We originally hoped that they could use powerful bombs to directly blow up the mouth of the Yamaguchi group.
Who I actually found you group of mercenaries to attack directly."
Chekov suddenly punched his wound, drawing a stream of blood: "Damn it, let me tell you, my uncle Chekov has a broad heart and will not care about your rudeness...
But you Don’t talk about my boss, understand?”
The ninja kept laughing: "Okay, okay, ha, maybe you should inform your boss to inform them that you can't send people to die.
Let's have some powerful characters."
Chekov said harshly: "I have seen some of them, and they are not comparable to you bunch of stinky monkeys...
If you can fly, they can, and they also have very powerful superpowers...
Damn it. , why should I tell you?”
The ninja looked at him with deep meaning: "Then, our guess is correct.
They cannot be ordinary people.
Among the tasks they completed, it is difficult for ordinary people to complete...
Then, inform your boss that we will pay Once they get the money, they should end the business completely.”
Chekov snorted and said: "The boss must have been looking for someone to take revenge.
You don't need to tell me.
No one can kill us without being killed by us...
Don't worry...
Tell me , who are you?”
The ninja looked at Chekov: "It doesn't matter who I am."
Chekov whispered: "I'm trying to think of a way to save our lives, you know, damn little monkey."
The ninja bit his lip: "I can't stand your insults to us...
If you call me a monkey one more time, I will fight you."
Chekov shrank his neck: "Damn it, your Toyotomi Hideyoshi himself was a monkey, why can't he call you monkeys...
Damn it, tell me quickly, who are you, I will find a way Take you two to your headquarters, so our lives are saved. . . .
There are police outside."
Stromgen looked at this ninja stupidly, and was confused by the long list of names he announced.
Was he watching an oriental fantasy movie?
Otherwise, how could these things and people come out to think about action?
, those strange figures that appeared from nothingness, Strogen began to suspect that what he had experienced was all a dream.
Chekov spat on the sofa less than an inch away from Izumita's face, and said disdainfully: "I have been telling these lies since I was three years old...
Damn it, you will be that shit.
Human hum, nonsense. .
Tell me who you are.”
Izumida glanced at him and whispered: "No matter who I am, send me to Mount Fuji.
To the east of Mount Fuji, there is a mountainous area.
That is our headquarters.
If the three of us can get there, we will be completely safe. . . .
Of course we need to change our clothes.
Chekov stood up slowly and suddenly kicked Izumi Tian in the stomach: "You son of a bitch, why the hell should I save you?
If you weren't in the room, I wouldn't have gone out to find the girl.
If I hadn't gone out to look for girls, I wouldn't have met this German devil.
If I hadn't met this German devil, I would still be playing with girls."
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Izumida held back the pain: "You'd better be faster, they won't let me go, let alone the German...
Of course, if you are caught, you will be the first to die. " Chekov pointed to his nose: "I" Izumida said unceremoniously: "A scoundrel has no value and will definitely be executed first.
You'd better think about how to get the two of us who are unable to move to Mount Fuji.
Once we get there, we will be safe." ” Chekov looked at him hard, and slowly smiled, a mean smile.
He slowly walked into Quantian and began to cut open the bandages on his body with a fruit knife.
Quantian asked him in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Chekov smiled lewdly: "Start our preparations for going to Mount Fuji."
After signing a large check for Jiro again, Strogen and Izumida held a marijuana cigarette in their mouths.
Surrounded by several people, they managed to support their bodies and went downstairs, where a rented RV was waiting for them. .
Both Strogen and Izumi were dressed in Chekhov-style clothes, with red and green sunglasses on their heads.
Fortunately, the injuries on their bodies were all on their backs or arms and were not exposed.
Four little girls aged fifteen or sixteen giggling and crowded into the car.
Chekov said with a smile: "Which of you will drive towards Mount Fuji?
The other three will play with me...
The two of them only like to watch, I don’t have the ability to do it.”
The four girls secretly glanced at Strogen and Izumi's private parts with their subtle eyes, which almost made the two of them shout in anger, but now they could only sit helplessly on the sofa in the carriage, their wounds soothed by the marijuana smoke.
The pain gave them a little bit of energy.
In the ninety-degree bow of Jiro and others, the tourist team of seven people including Chekov set off, with the goal of Mount Fuji.
Chekov beat a drum in his heart: "God, it's better for me to believe in you.
Don't care about what I just said.
Let us reach Mount Fuji safely.
There must be no police on the road...
There are too many people on the express train, and we can't Sit down...
God, dear God, the police and the Yamaguchi group, please don’t set up checkpoints on the road.”
Opposite the hotel, two Europeans quietly watched the RV twisting away and reported in a low voice into the microphone on their collar: "The target was found...
There were six unidentified men and women around him, two of them The man was injured, please tell me how to deal with it.”
"Arrest him on the spot...ignore the people around him, they are just a bunch of shitty men and women."
"Yes, boss...arrest him on the spot
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