Chapter 54 The Change of Kyoto

Although it was in the afternoon, the streets of Kyoto seemed a little deserted, with scarce vehicles, and passers-by were in a hurry and nervous. It looked like walking on the streets of war-torn Iraq, rather than on the streets of a Japanese metropolis with good security.

Sird, a few crisp shots cut through the sky over the city.

The pedestrians who heard the gunshots all rushed to both sides of the road to find shelter, and some simply held their heads directly on the ground.

Three bald-headed men staggered out of a fork in an alley, regardless of the traffic, waving pistols to stop a car, but after seeing them, all the drivers hit the steering wheel or turning or detoured, and none of them was willing to help them. The three big men couldn't stop the car, cursed angrily, and continued to escape across the street.

In the fork in the back alley, more than a dozen strong men ran out. They were all bald-headed black sunglasses, some with long knives in their hands, some holding pistols, shouting and chasing the three people in front of them. The man with the gun didn't care about the number of pedestrians on the street and kept firing at the three people.

The three people turned back and fought back.

For a moment, bullets flew across the street.

One of the three people running in front of him was shot in the leg and fell to the ground, covering his bloody thighs and making a creeping scream, but his two companions did not mean to stop to help, but continued to run away.

The chasing crowd behind quickly ran to the shot. Most of them ignored him and continued to chase the two people who fled in front of them, leaving only three people around the shot. One of them dragged the shot man up from the ground and made him kneel on the ground. The shot man completely lost the courage to resist and couldn't help shivering all over. He kowtowed and bowed to the three people, begging for them to let him go. The three people tightened their faces without a trace of sympathy. A man holding a long knife turned behind the shot man, turned his body and clenched the handle of the knife with both hands. Suddenly, he shouted loudly. The shot man was shocked by the sound behind him and straightened himself. The knife holder took the opportunity to cut off the knife and cut off the head of the shot on the spot. . The bare head flew four or five meters along the knife and fell to the ground. He rolled into the street where the traffic came and went. It was crushed by a passing truck. The red and white sticky ** dragged out a long mark on the street, and the headless body on the street did not fall for a moment, so it kept twitching, and the blood was like The fountain snorted out of the cavity, and it took a long time to lie straight on the ground, and the lingered blood soon condensed into a large pile of purple-black watershed on the ground.

After the three men performed the cruel beheading on the street, they immediately continued to chase the brigade, leaving only the bloody mess behind.

After a while, the weak sirens sounded in the distance. Six or seven police cars drove slowly and stopped next to the body. The fully armed police walked out of the car and discussed enthusiastically around the headless body for a long time. They waited until the corpse truck came to load the body into the car and transport it away, and then they got back into the car and continued to Drive in the direction of the chasers. In the meantime, they did nothing.

This is the impressive scene that Yong Bowen just stepped on the streets of Kyoto for more than ten minutes.

Yongda Tianshi can't help but respect the arrogance of the Japanese underworld and openly commit murder on the street in broad daylight. What a crazy it is! He didn't know that this was not an ordinary gang fight, but just a small episode against the background of Zhenyanzong's counterattack against the Japanese Mage Association. In the past two days, these cruel things have been happening in major cities, including Kyoto, but the police have done nothing, as if they have collectively become the soy sauce party, just responsible for collecting the bodies behind the fighting parties, and there is no intention of interfering in the fighting itself. If this were put in the past, the police would be so inactive, and the media would have been quarrelsome for a long time. Big hats such as police and bandit families, the weakness of the police, and ignoring the lives of ordinary citizens will have to be piled up. But this time, not only the police are weak, but also the media that claims to be fair and free are collectively silent. They don't even report on these things. If you just watch all kinds of news, Japan is really in a good situation. Sing and dancing are flat, which can definitely be called a peaceful and prosperous era.

Yong Bowen sighed for a moment, and then continued to go straight to the hotel under the name of the Japanese Mage Association where he had stayed with the Chinese mage delegation. At this time, he was penniless and unfamiliar with his place. It was not so easy to get to Tokyo in time, so he wanted to go to the hotel to contact the Japanese Mage Association for some help. Naturally, he knew that Zhenyanzong was launching a counterattack against the Japanese Mage Association, and that hotel would become the target nine times out of ten, but when he thought about it, it was also the industry of the Japanese Mage Association. When he lived in the hotel, he really saw a lot of good Japanese mages working in the hotel. With this strength, it is estimated that he met Zhen. Yan Zong's attack can also last for a period of time.

It won't be long before I arrive at the hotel.

From afar, it can be seen that the hotel is still open as usual, but the business is a little less deserted than the previous days, and the two doormen stood listlessly on both sides of the gate in a daze. Through the glass door, you can see that the lobby is also deserted. Occasionally, the hotel service staff can be seen passing by, but the customers are not. However, to Yong Bowen's relief, he saw that the lobby manager at the front desk was still the one who lived here before. He still remembers that the lobby manager's name is Yasuo Nobi, who is a distant relative of the Nobi family. Although his mana is mediocre, he also has the title of intermediate mage based on the great influence of the Nobi family within the Japanese Mage Association. However, he is very self-a-a-a-a-known name and knows that his mana level is not good. If he executes those regular mages. Most of the tasks that can be done, such as catching ghosts, exorcising evil spirits and exorcising demons, are mostly groundless. Not only will they become a laughing stock, but they will also make their families lose face, so they have invited themselves to work in this hotel with no future. Usually, they are mainly responsible for receiving mage from various countries who visit Japan. Although there is no development, they are better than in peace. Fully stable. When Yongbobobo checked into the hotel that day, the Yebi manager was thoughtful and well arranged, so he was extremely impressed. At this time, when he saw that Nobi Kangfu was still there, he was relieved. Knowing that the hotel was still under the control of the Japanese Mage Association, he entered the hotel and went straight to the front desk.

As soon as Yong Bowen entered the door, Nobi Kangfu noticed him and quickly greeted him. He asked with great concern, "Your Excellency, why didn't you go back to Tokyo with the group? The delegation withdrew yesterday afternoon. But he is fluent and authentic Mandarin. Although this Nobi Kofu has mediocre magic ability, he can speak seven foreign languages fluently. It is also a person who does his best to receive mages from various countries here. Yong Bowen said, "I have something to delay and I can't come back with the brigade. Mr. Nobi, can you help me arrange it? I want to go to Tokyo as soon as possible." Yasuo Nobi was a little embarrassed and said, "Master, you don't know that Zhenwenzong is launching a counterattack against us now. It's not peaceful everywhere. It's difficult to ensure safety on the way." Yong Bowen didn't care and said, "It doesn't matter. You don't have to worry about safety. I can solve it myself. You just need to arrange the itinerary, the sooner the better." Yasuo Nobi said, "Well, I'll arrange it now. Er..." He looked at Yong Bowen a few times and said, "It may take about an hour. I'll arrange a room for you. Please wash up and change your clothes." Yong Bowen looked down at himself. His clothes were dirty and torn, which was no different from a tramp. Since yesterday, he had been crawling and rolling, and his body had not looked good for a long time. When Yebi Kangfu mentioned it, he himself felt that he couldn't see it, so he nodded and agreed.

Yebi Kangfu quickly greeted a front desk waiter for a few words, and then asked him to take Yong Bowen to Room 1506 to rest, and he went to arrange the vehicle itinerary.

Yong Bowen followed the waiter to the elevator and was about to press the button to close the door, but he saw four people rushing over and squeezed into the elevator before closing the door. Those are four young women, all of whom are twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with miniskirts, small suspenders, big heels, heavy makeup and charming. You can guess what they are engaged in at a glance. No matter how high-end the hotel is, it is not uncommon for women to engage in this kind of business, but with the level of the hotel, they are more and more advanced than the prostitutes standing on the street outside.

The four women were about to reach the 16th floor. After entering the elevator, they chatted quickly. From time to time, they laughed and looked very happy. Occasionally, they turned back to talk to the waiter and Yong Bowen. The waiter dealt with it easily. Obviously, he didn't like these prostitutes very much. Although this seems to be just an ordinary waiter in a hotel, the fluctuation of mana on his body is no less than that of Yasuo Nobi, the manager. I want to think that the Japanese Mage Association has arranged a mage to protect security here. It is probably because of the current extraordinary period, so even ordinary waiters have used a certain level of mage, at least two When Yong Bowen lived here a few days ago, he did not find a master of this level among the waiters. It is also normal for mages like this level to look down on these prostitutes who make a living by selling meat.

The elevator has not stopped, and soon passed the thirteenth floor. The waiter suddenly said something to the four prostitutes, and the four prostitutes turned sideways and got out of the way in front of the door. Yong Bowen took two steps forward, and the four prostitutes naturally moved behind him.

With a jingle, the elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor, and the elevator door slowly opened.

Yong Bowen was about to go out, but he suddenly saw a monk standing outside the door.

Black and white coarse cloth monk's clothes, bamboo sticks and shoes, although they are still wearing bamboo hats indoors.

It turned out to be a monk of the Zhenyan Sect.

The monk didn't say a word, and the stick was stabbed, and the tip of the stick brought a sharp sound of breaking the air. Although it was dull, you can know just by listening to the sound of breaking the air. If it is stabbed, I'm afraid it will be pierced on the spot.

Yong Bowen struggled to retreat forward and retreated to avoid the stabbed bamboo stick, but he took a step back and stretched out several arms behind him to hold him firmly. The wet and slippery rope-like object stretched around like a live snake around his body and tied him up. A man's head suddenly slipped from his shoulder to his chest and grinned at him. It was one of the four prostitutes, and it was still the thick and gorgeous face. At this time, it twisted like a demon. There was a large string of things under her head, but it was internal organs and intestines, which were the rope that tied Yong Bowen's body. Then, the heads of the other three prostitutes also poked out, two from their waists, and one from **. Their internal organs were entangled, so that Yong Bowen was covered with smelly liquid.

The waiter showed his fierce appearance, pinched his fist prints with both hands, and smashed Yong Bowen's head fiercely.

At this time, the fierce stab of the monk Zhenyanzong outside the elevator has also come to the front.

Then he heard a bang. The waiter's fist and the monk's bamboo stick almost fell on Yong Bowen one after another. Yong Bowen's head was smashed by a punch, and he sprayed more than half of the red and white things like a rotten watermelon, and everyone was stained. The monk's bamboo stick accurately pierced Yong Bowen's heart, and it pierced it like a thin piece of paper. It pierced Yong Bowen's body, and the headless body of a prostitute who hugged Yong Bowen tightly in the back was also pierced through. The bamboo stick was so strong that it pierced straight into the wall of the elevator behind and pierced it deeply. Entering, it seemed that two headless bodies were tied into a string of sugar-coated haws and nailed to the wall.

The Zhenyan monk laughed and said, "What a great master, it's just a false reputation!" With that, he took out his mobile phone and pressed the shortcut key. When it was connected, he couldn't wait to say, "Yong Bowen has been killed!" There was a shock from the other end of the phone, and he didn't seem to believe it. "Did you kill Yong Bowen? How did you kill it? Is that really Yong Bowen?" The monk Zhenyanzong recounted the story and affirmed, "Yebi Kangfu has confirmed that this is indeed Yongbo's right." The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, and then said, "Very good, you have made a great contribution. Yong Bowen's body should be properly disposed of, and then someone will be sent to Tokyo. Although it has been confirmed from Da Le King Kong that he is not a green dragon golden fetus, after all, he is a great heavenly master officially recognized by the International Law Association, and he can't deal with it hastily!" The monk Zhenyanzong answered yes, put away his mobile phone, laughed twice, and said to the waiter in the elevator and the four prostitutes with separated heads: "Put away his body. Tokyo wants to see it. Maybe you think we are lying to them. Hey, no wonder they don't believe it. Since Yongbowen came to Japan, he has done a lot of things. Even Takanoyama let him blow it up. There is nothing he can do with so many masters in Zongshan*, but he was easily killed by our two disciples. It's not easy to slap them in the face and look at him. How can these disciples of this department be arrogant in front of our disciples in the outer hall!" As he spoke, he pulled out the bamboo stick.

The headless body, which was supported by a bamboo stick, then fell to the ground. The four prostitutes quickly put away their internal organs, and the four heads flew to their bodies with the pile of water, put things back in along their necks, and finally stabilized their heads. On his neck, he then bent down and lifted the body. Just as he was about to go out, he suddenly found that the shape of the body had changed rapidly. At first, it turned into a hotel waiter's dress, but it was exactly the same as that of the waiter standing by the elevator door. The four looked up in astonishment, but saw the waiter stepping out of the elevator, raising his right hand and gently pressing his index finger on the chest of the monk Zhenyanzong.

The Zhenyan monk exploded.