"Snap!"

Shinichi Matsui fell from mid-air, landing on one side of his body first, immediately fracturing his arms and legs.

Ouch!

"It hurts so much!"

On the other side, Watanabe was in no better shape. Shrapnel had cut a half-foot-long gash in his abdomen, and the gushing blood stained his uniform. He was clearly on the verge of death.

The two guards and the driver who were a little slow to get off the vehicle were engulfed in flames from the explosion.

Amidst screams, they were not only engulfed in flames, but their bodies were also covered in blood from shrapnel wounds...

One RPG rocket nearly crippled Shinichi Matsui.

His men were all killed in the attack.

Shinichi Matsui endured the pain and struggled to get up from the ground.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with nothing but terror and resentment.

The surrounding tanks were all turned into fireballs or scrap metal, and the soldiers who fled in all directions were not far away before being killed by bullets that caught up with them.

In this brutal hellish arena, there was no sign of the enemy; the soldiers were fighting as if they were battling a horde of ghosts.

Your gun can't hit others, but others can appear behind you at any time.

How can we possibly fight this war?!

"The 36th Regiment is doomed."

Shinichi Matsui watched all of this with anguish, his heart bleeding.

"Why? Why isn't someone like Lin Dong appearing in our island nation?"

"Why should the Chinese receive such great fortune? We, the Yamato people, are the most superior in the world!!!"

"Heavens above, why are you doing this to me?"

Shinichi Matsui looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

Little did he know that a ghost holding a gun had quietly approached him from behind.

"Let me tell you why."

The ghost said coldly:

"Because you don't deserve this kind of life!"

Shinichi Matsui suddenly turned his head and drew his Browning pistol from his waist.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang..."

The bullets were fired in succession, and all 13 bullets hit the air without causing a ripple.

"Don't waste your energy. You look like a commander, huh? I'll give you a quick death!"

The ghost's voice moved to directly in front of Shinichi Matsui:

"Oh, by the way, when you go down to hell later, remember my name. My name is Aze, and I'm from China."

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

As Matsui Shinichi turned his head, a burst of vibrant blood exploded, vividly colored in the firelight.

......

The fierce battle did not last long.

The 36th Regiment, along with its dozens of special riot control vehicles, were simply no match for the stealth forces' overwhelming attack.

Thirty minutes later, the smoke of gunpowder dissipated outside the Kobe courtyard.

The wrecked tanks and vehicles were still emitting flames or black smoke.

More than 2,200 bodies of Self-Defense Force and riot control special forces soldiers lay scattered in every corner.

The Black Face Organization's rule is that once a war begins, no one is ever left alive.

The arrogant and overconfident 36th Regiment has really bitten off more than they can chew.

....................................

"Tomoko, the battle outside has been resolved. You may continue the ceremony in the inner courtyard."

The gunfire finally stopped, and Lin Dong spoke up to remind them.

"Yes, Master."

Yamada Tomoko bowed gratefully and turned to look at Mr. Shiro.

The pale-faced man understood and chanted loudly:

"Loyalty and righteousness will prevail forever! All the bigwigs of the Yamaguchi-gumi, please move to the inner courtyard to complete the ceremony."

The remaining eight members of the Yamaguchi-gumi gang and its higher-ups quickly and respectfully replied, "May our gang prosper forever!"

Led by Mr. Whiteface and Tomoko, the group entered the inner courtyard from the main hall...

Aze led 1,000 black-faced stealth soldiers back to the front yard to rest and replenish ammunition.

This battle was truly exhilarating.

This newly formed Ghost Legion suffered only minor losses: one seriously wounded, nine slightly wounded, and no one killed.

The entire 36th Regiment was wiped out, along with a special riot control squadron.

Such a record left even the usually arrogant team commander, Aze, speechless with astonishment.

He was excited, and the wolfish and ferocious nature within him was fully unleashed.

Aze believed that with this abnormal stealth force around, his life in the island nation would become incredibly exciting.

Huh?

With this ability to conceal himself, wouldn't he be invincible on both the battlefield and the adult film industry?

Tsk tsk tsk...

Forty-five minutes later, the ceremony in the inner courtyard finally came to an end.

Yamada Tomoko, now officially the fifth generation head of the Yamaguchi-gumi, radiant with joy, led several high-ranking members back to the Loyalty Hall.

With the ceremony complete, the various bigwigs were naturally eager to return home. They bid farewell to Lin Dong and Zhi Zi and hurried back to their original locations.

Next, the island nation's underworld will enter a phase where the Yamaguchi-gumi dominates, using the name of the Dragon Gang to command the world.

......

"You must be tired after a long day."

Lin Dong glanced at Zhizi's pretty face and asked with a smile.

"I'm not tired. I'm happy no matter how tired I am, as long as I can serve my master," Tomoko whispered.

"Don't mention it! A balance between work and rest is essential for long-term success. I'll treat you well tonight! Haha..."

"Thank you, Master!"

A hint of joy and shyness appeared on the woman's face.

As the two were chatting happily, a pretty maid in white hurried over, holding a black satellite phone in her hand.

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