Chapter 1862

At ten o'clock in the evening, the restaurant closed ahead of time. The front door and back door were closed. Several clerks began to clean the hall and the wing room.

Lizi Nakajima, the owner of the restaurant, is a 40 year old woman. She is pretty, but she is graceful and kind-hearted. She has a sense of being a young neighbor.

Tonight's mature woman, dressed in beige kimono, looks solemn and generous. Her hair is set high, which makes her pretty face fully show.

Her body is exquisitely designed, and the matching kimono sets off the jade like skin, which makes her more enchanting in the solemn.

She is the core figure of the restaurant, and is also a valued member of Miyamoto, so she always dresses up and smiles.

But at the moment, Nakajima's smile is more cold and anxious. Standing by the window at the end of the second floor, he looks at the back lane, as if he is waiting for something.

It's ten o'clock, and they haven't come back yet. According to the plan, the execution time is no more than twelve hours, but now it's far beyond the time limit.

Several emails she sent anonymously did not receive any response from them.

The three lost touch.

All these signs show that they are afraid of being in danger, but Nakajima thinks it is unlikely.

Shendaomen is a mob, and Shenye is also an old bone. If he has a little ability, how can he be a shrinking turtle for ten years?

Besides, they are all sharpshooters who take bullets to feed them, and their skills are quite good. Even if they don't kill the God, they should be able to retreat.

As for their death, Miyamoto did not tell her too much.

They're only in charge of locating the body, and they're also in charge of locating the body.

The rest is to avoid what you can, so that you won't be distracted.

Therefore, Nakajima Lizi is very puzzled about the disappearance of the three xingnaizi.

"Ding -"

when the time points to 10:30, a phone call comes in, and Lizi Nakajima puts on earplugs to answer. Soon, Miyamoto's voice comes:

"has the task been completed?"

Nakajima Lizi was silent for a while, and finally realistic: "they lost contact, I think they missed."

"Baga!"

Miyamoto sulked: "three sharpshooters can't kill an old man? What's your bloodthirsty group for? "

"Thirty of you have followed me to Macao city for ten years. In these ten years, I asked you to perform only eight tasks."

"But the money I've spent on you is enough to arm a reinforcement regiment."

He said, "the best shelter, the best food, the best equipment, but you can't kill a God?"

"My pay is not directly proportional to the harvest. Now I begin to wonder if it makes you live so well that the gun has lost its killing intention?"

Although Miyamoto is short, he has a deep heart. When he first came to Australia, he knew it would be a bloody encounter.

So he not only brought the elite of Huangdao society, but also selected 30 people to be the dead men, ready to lay the foundation of Huangdao society with the lives of these 30 people.

Over the years, 12 people died in eight missions, which seems to be a heavy loss. However, compared with the original heroic idea, they are living enough.

At least they live longer than they think.

This also makes Miyamoto regard himself as a benefactor all the time. He feels that he made Nakajima live to the present, so the task has not been completed. He is very angry.

He felt that Nakajima had betrayed his trust.

Hearing Miyamoto's reprimand, Nakajima immediately bowed her head: "I'm sorry, Miyamoto. I'm incompetent."

Miyamoto's tone was unfriendly: "don't tell me all this nonsense."

"I've heard from Feng's family that the woman wants to cooperate with shendaomen, and our people lose control of shendaomen."

"If we don't get rid of the God, we will be driven out by that woman soon."

"I'll give you two days. No matter xingnaizi is dead or alive, no matter how hard it is, you must kill God."

Miyamoto gave a rough instruction: "if you can't kill God, take your head to see me."

Nakajima Lizi's eyelids jumped, and she replied: "don't worry, Miyamoto. We'll kill God at any cost."

Miyamoto Saburo thought of Ye Tianlong again: "also, after killing God, send someone to kill the boy yesterday."

"If it wasn't for him, we would have forced the palace in the restaurant yesterday, and even added some ingredients to Mrs. Feng's food. Unfortunately, he stirred it up."

He was murderous: "I can't swallow it. He must die."

Nakajima once again said: "understand."

"Xingnaizi is back, xingnaizi is back."

Just then, there was a roar of cars at the front door, and then a happy voice came from the front door.

This shout is also in Japanese.Nakajima Lizi body slightly a shock: "apricot Naizi back?"

She hung up the phone and rushed downstairs with her mobile phone. Just as the door of the shop opened, seven or eight employees who had deep feelings with Xing Naizi rushed out.

There's no doubt about it.

Nakajima Lizi also brought a group of people to the door. She saw a small truck parked at the door. The truck was dilapidated, and there was mud. It was like entering the city from the countryside.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a towel wrapped around his head. He looked honest and honest.

In the back of the truck, on top of the goods, lay a comatose man with a blanket. It was apricot Naizi covered with blood.

The middle-aged man yelled out: "the girl gave me 500 yuan and asked me to pull her here."

Seeing that xingnaizi was still alive, Nakajima was relieved.

"Apricot, apricot."

Seven or eight men and women leaned over and tried to lift her down.

Nakajima also asked people to open all the doors of the shop so that xingnaizi could come in better. But just after the order, she frowned again:

"who called xingnaizi back just now?"

More than a dozen shop assistants were slightly stunned and looked around at each other. Then they all shook their heads: "we heard that Xing Naizi came back from outside..."

Worried all day, hear outside shout apricot Naizi to come back, they natural condition reflex rushes out to greet.

Nakajima Lizi realized that it was not right. She said, "back off."

"Puff, puff, puff!"

As soon as the words came down, five knives were thrust out of the goods under xingnaizi's body and into the Japanese who were going to carry xingnaizi down.

Blood gushed out.

With a cry of sadness, they covered the key and fell down

Five tiger division overturned the goods to the ground, then the axe flashed, and the head and chest of the two enemies behind the car exploded, adding two hatchets.

The next second, the cab also flashed a cold light, blade magic white awn, whistling across.

Nakajima Lizi side three body shock, throat bleeding, fell to the ground.

They are not willing to press the neck, breathing big mouth, the body is slowly soft down, eyes have too many difficult to believe.

It seems that I didn't expect to be killed in this way.

"Be careful!" Riko Nakajima roared

"One against the enemy, two with guns."

She kept her head and gave the order. At the same time, she stepped back into the main hall of the restaurant.

Although their skills are good, guns are the biggest advantage, so in the face of the fierce enemy, Nakajima Riko instinctively wants to fight with guns.

Her eyes were red and she vowed to get the gun and kill all the attackers.

Just when Lizi Nakajima was about to reach for a gun at the bar, she found that there was one more person in the hall.

Ye Tianlong is standing in the bar, holding a knife, a puffer fish, cutting on the chopping board, very carefully.

Beside, there is a pot of sake.

People who don't know think he is a cook.

Ye Tianlong didn't care about the killing outside, and didn't care about Lizi Nakajima's hand holding the gun. His smile was very bright:

"Miss Nakajima, it's a pity to fight and kill on such a good night. It's better to sit down and have a drink together and have a chat."

"Today's puffer porpoises are a little more fresh than yesterday..."

He chuckled and said:

"would you like to call Mr. Miyamoto and enjoy the delicious food together?"

Nakajima suddenly became silent. The wind outside the door began to blow. The wind had brought the news of winter. She only felt a chill