A slight muffled sound echoed at the entrance of the alley.
Overshadowed by the King's Chapel, it was dark here, without any sunlight, and green moss grew in the cracks in the walls.
but....
Someone squeezed some ketchup on the green moss.
"ah!!!"
The sturdy man covered his bleeding arm and let out a deafening scream.
Sakaki Makoto's knife accurately cut the artery in his arm.
Sudden change...
Shocked everyone.
No one expected that Makoto Sakaki, who was smiling one second, would pull out a weapon and commit murder the next!
The key is still on their territory!
Under normal circumstances, fights and casualties between gangs are normal and everyone is used to it.
But what Makoto Sakaki is doing now...
It's obvious that he doesn't take them seriously!
Several strong men nearby immediately took out their pistols, ready to subdue the boy first and then torture him!
As we all know, free-style uniforms do not need to breathe.
So they pointed the gun at Sakaki Makoto's head.
The moment you pull the trigger...
Sakaki Makoto suddenly sighed, grabbed the arm of the burly man behind him, and struck with his elbow like lightning, hitting him right in the throat!
Click.
With a crisp sound, the strong man whose arm was grabbed felt a flash before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his throat and extreme difficulty in breathing. He fell to his knees on the spot and could not get up again.
Technical attack moves like karate and taekwondo are mostly flashy and too slow.
Real killing skills are often not fancy, and aim to kill with one strike.
Whether it was the 'choke' that Makoto Sakaki used in the fortress, or the elbow strike now, as long as he wanted to...
All of them can be killed instantly.
but...
Sakaki Makoto was too soft-hearted and did not kill the man. He held back some strength, giving the man a chance to be sent to the hospital for treatment.
Of course, the remaining four strong men would not let Sakaki Makoto go.
When they saw that Makoto Sakaki had killed another of their companions, they became furious and immediately pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang!
The loud gunshots disturbed the tourists visiting King's Chapel. They screamed and fled in panic, not caring where the gunshots came from. They just ran.
The police from several nearby blocks soon received the report and rushed over.
Heard gunshots...
Sakaki Makoto understood that he didn't have much time left.
The bullet came towards him, he dodged it by squatting, then kicked up the tennis bag, which contained the Remington M870, and was as heavy as a piece of iron.
It's just a lump of iron.
When the lump of iron hit the strong man's nose hard, the outcome was foreseeable.
The sturdy man groaned and was knocked unconscious.
With the help of the force of the tennis ball bag, Makoto Sakaki rolled backwards to avoid the second round of bullets. While rolling, he pulled out the USP. His movements were as smooth as a gymnast, done in one go, and were quite entertaining to watch.
When the USP's gun is pointed at them...
The strong men were all dumbfounded.
Bang!
Bang!
Two bullets hit the sturdy man's elbow solidly, killing two of the three in an instant, leaving only the last one, a white man who was as thin as a monkey.
His eyes were filled with panic, and the golden fur all over his body exuded a strong and unpleasant smell:
“I, I, I…”
"Where is Harley 883?"
Sakaki put the muzzle of his gun to his head and said coldly:
"You only get one chance."
“It’s right inside!”
The skinny man shouted hurriedly:
"Our boss has taken a fancy to that motorcycle!"
"We should be discussing the price now!"
Bang!
The smoke from the muzzle had not yet dissipated, but Sakaki Makoto had already walked forward. He bent down to pick up the scattered pistols, threw them into his tennis bag, picked up the bag, and walked into the alley without looking back.
Behind...
The skinny man covered his right shoulder, which he could no longer lift, and wanted to cry but had no tears.
He didn't understand...
Why would I be shot for confessing?
The happiest person is the one who is knocked unconscious by the tennis bag...
How come it wasn't me who was hit?
After clearing out the 'gatekeeper', Sakaki Makoto walked into the alley and immediately felt countless eyes focused on him.
Although it is called an alley, it is more like a courtyard with front and back passages.
In the yard, countless motorcycles are parked in a row, like some kind of talent show. The owners are proud of them and complacently introduce their modified motorcycles, not sparing any words of praise.
A rusty ladder was set up on the outside of the wall, with gang members standing on it, patrolling back and forth with guns in hand.
The sky was blue enough and cloudless, but the sunlight could not shine into the courtyard.
here...
It was like the shore of the Yellow Springs Ferry, filled with sinful people who came here to seek out the stench, scrambling to gather together, watching one soul after another reincarnate with looks of contempt.
Or it could be in the depths of hell, in a dark corner where God's oracles cannot be heard, where filthy, dirty vermin huddle together, spitting on God while showing off how spectacular the crimes they have committed are.
today...
An unexpected guest arrived here.
Sakaki Makoto crossed the grassland filled with sunshine, picked up the broken sword stuck in the stone, and followed the vines alone, descending into the abyss little by little.
Just because Hades took what belonged to him.
The gunshots outside naturally spread into the courtyard. These villains who were wandering in a drunken state showed their claws and teeth, intending to rush forward and tear to pieces the dishonest black goat in front of them.
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