Chapter 707 Hell Roars

"どうも,お客さんたち! Hello, everybady! всемпривет!"

Huai Shi spread her arms and announced to the guests without any stage fright. The sharp electronic noise spread, and the deep voice echoed between the laser beams.

"Time for boring nursery rhymes is over, everyone!"

On the mixing desk, the man who dominated the entire CLUB raised his arms and grinned: "The next step is to truly enter the dangerous realm!

I know that you desire more excitement, more power, and more violence! Yes, I know it all!

So are there any children who haven’t finished drinking the juice and don’t want to leave? Are there any cowards who want to escape? Is there anyone who doesn't want to welcome this wonderful and rough night? ! "

Completely leaving aside the bewildered resident band, Huai Shi raised his hand and announced to the excited guests amidst the low sound of electricity:

"The theme is Yakuza! The theme is Huaihe! The theme is death and blood!!!"

"Time to rock! Burn, soul of YAKUZA!"

In those eyes full of curiosity and expectation, Huaishi grinned, raised the two pistols in his hands, pointed them at the ceiling, pulled the triggers repeatedly, and cheered and roared amidst the roar of gunfire:

"Next, our staff will personally perform for everyone -"

"——Welcome to the night of crime!!!"

A moment of dead silence came, and when the screams and roars from the background spread, all the stunned eyes were lit up by the fire of surprise.

Whether it's the hoarse tone full of mystery, or the handsome and dangerous aura, this infectious power spreads with the words and restless melody, instantly igniting the fanatical interest of all the guests.

Surprised cheers sounded from the audience.

Countless palms were raised, dancing with Huai Shi's high-raised guns, shouting excitedly for this dangerous game.

Only the dancers and waiters looked around hesitantly, not understanding anything that had happened, but when the real gunfire rang out, they felt the panic from the bottom of their hearts.

No, this is not a performance at all, but...

boom!

Amidst the loud noise, a guard finally rushed from the backstage to the front, but when he saw the radiant figure under the laser light, he couldn't help but fall into a moment of shock.

Then came the overwhelming order from the supervisor.

Instinctively, he pulled out the electric baton, rushed to the stage, roared and attacked.

At that moment, in the crazy shining lights, he caught a glimpse of that chilling smile. This was the last scene he saw.

Because the show finally kicked off.

Huai Shi raised her hand.

He pinched his face, roughly lifted him off the ground, and then punched him hard!

In an instant, the guard's body bent into an incredible arc, and the expensive microphones and radios faithfully transmitted the crisp sound of broken bones to everyone's ears.

Then, the arms, legs, and even the head.

Under the cruel ravages and heavy blows, in conjunction with the drum beats, it turned into one of the rhythms of electronic music.

High-pitched singing roared from the huge speakers, and Huai Shi reached out and pulled out the electric baton in the guard's hand, as if waving a fluorescent stick, and walked towards his opponents step by step.

"I'm gonna fight 'em off!"

"A seven nation army couldn't hold me back!"

I am going to repel them, not even a seven-nation coalition can stop me...

Now, the man that even seven legions could not defeat was standing in front of them, smiling at them.

"We can get started."

Huaishi said.

This was the beginning of a tragic night of crime.

There has never been such a bizarre battle and killing. The intruders and the guards fought together, chopping up melons and vegetables, and the result was a crowd on both sides cheering!

Countless excited spectators enjoyed this official performance provided by the 'club' and marveled at this real and tragic scene.

As expected of a crime night, the gunshots and blood are so realistic. Look, Yuriko, look at this man falling to the ground and whining, as if his bones are really broken!

Even this piercing siren sound is so unique, realistically simulating an attack and a firefight, it’s so addictive! Waiter, open a bottle of salute for me... Waiter? waiter! Damn, where's the waiter? Forget it, never mind, big brother, come on!

No need for alcohol or beauty, the guests, whose eyes were reddened by the violence, were screaming like crazy.

Cheers to this performance.

Even the burly envoy who sneaked in quietly to prepare for support was stunned. He had never seen such an operation.

Can it still be like this?

When the distinguished guests on the second floor were awakened by the noise outside the door in their dreams of beauty and alcohol, it was already too late.

The young man, stained red by blood, had already pushed open the door, smiled at the messy scene inside, and nodded politely: "Excuse me, I'm here to deliver a gift."

The gifts include a 200,000-volt electric shock, Beretta 9MM caliber bullets, and a sumo pusher who can smash the heads of all poisonous insects and human traffickers after ten minutes of practice!

Even gifts are given to every guest and staff who should have reserved a private room in hell long ago.

If you encounter them in the corridor, they will be planted on the floor of the corridor. If you encounter them in the room, they will be hung from the crystal lamp on the ceiling. If you encounter them in the toilet, they will be stuffed into the toilet and flushed.

This was a slow and extremely efficient bloodbath, not sparing anyone whose hands were stained with blood.

"Run, run!"

Huai Shi turned around, took one last look at the sluggish girls, and whispered pityingly: "You are free, even if it is only temporary..."

But those girls didn't seem to understand what he said. They were still intoxicated by the aftertaste of banned drugs, smiling foolishly and tugging on his trousers.

Invite him along.

Huai Shi closed her eyes, turned around, and walked towards the elevator leading to the top floor.

Amidst the shrill siren of the fire alarm, firelight and thick smoke danced under the heavy rain of fire sprinklers, and the locked elevator burst out with a wail, and was opened to both sides by two hands.

In the empty elevator shaft, the cables were shaking rapidly, as if someone was crawling.

When Huai Shi lowered his head, he saw a frightened face below looking up at him.

"Hello."

Huai Shi waved politely and said hello, then put the electric baton in his hand on his face and asked softly: "Do you know where your boss is?"

The blood-stained face looked down, and the cold pupils were full of darkness and ferocity. Looking at those eyes, it seemed as if even the soul was being sucked away.

"Upstairs, upstairs..." The escaped man replied in panic: "He, he is in the safe house!"

"OK, thanks."

Huai Shi nodded, thanked her sincerely, and then pressed the switch, "Goodbye."

There was a flash of lightning, and among the muffled screams, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded so clear and clear from the bottom of the elevator shaft.

Finally, I raised my head and looked upstairs...

"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!"

In the closed safe house, Sergey almost crushed the phone in his hand: "So many people! So many guns! You can't even do anything to a bastard! What's the point of raising so many of you! Where are the Ascended Ones!" Here’s the ascendant we invited!”

"They, they..."

On the other end of the phone, the horrified voice replied: "They are all dead too, it's another one, another man I haven't seen before, he, he... help!!!"

The sound of screaming sounded, and soon, it stopped abruptly.

Soon, with the sound of low footsteps, the phone was picked up from the pool of blood and put to the ear of the messenger from Green Sun: "Hello? Is there anyone there?"

Sergey subconsciously held his breath and said nothing.

He looked at himself in the mirror in horror, fearing that invisible ghosts would appear behind him.

"Hello, Mr. Sergey, it's our first time meeting you." The young man on the other end of the phone introduced politely: "You may have heard of me. My name is Feng Ping, Green Sun's Feng Ping."

"I am here to seek justice for my compatriots, including the fifty-one lives you have secretly trafficked in the past three years, and countless poor people who died for this - hahaha, if the young people here today His father at that time must have said that, right?

But don't worry, since this matter is left to me, it will definitely not turn into a condescending crusade. For a person like me, I really have no sense of justice, and I don't have as strong a sense of honor as my father. "

He paused for a moment, enjoying the glimmer of hope rising in the heart of Sergeal on the other side, and then grinned ferociously: "So, I don't need those high-sounding reasons and excuses.

I do things because I want to do them. It's like I want to push you to death in a stinking ditch, but I just don't want you, a 'bastard of a bitch', to live. "

Amidst Sergeal's scolding, he whistled contentedly and said goodbye at last: "Now, the time to die has come, Sergeal, listen to the footsteps from hell."

Along with his words, deep footsteps gradually came from outside the safe house.

Separated by the thick wall and an alloy sandwich of more than ten centimeters, the distant breathing penetrated into the sealed space, and then the entire floor suddenly shook.

Countless dust flew up.

Then, another shock——

After two consecutive pile driver-like violent roars, in the dead silence, wind surged on the other side of the wall.

Take a deep breath.

And then, push hands!

A faint palm print emerged from the cracked wall. Then the second, the third, and even the fourth...

The loud noise spread.

Hell is roaring!

Fifteen minutes later, the piercing sound of fire alarms sounded from the street, and as the guests fled in terror, dozens of fire trucks roared toward the burning building.

Just two streets away, Huai Shi, who had changed into a T-shirt, washed her face at the faucet in the park and returned to the van.

He wiped the wet drops on his face, his face was pale, and before they could speak, he apologized first.

"Sorry, I messed up."

Feng Ping, who was smoking a cigarette and waiting for good news, was stunned for a long time. He didn't expect to receive this result in the end: "Did he run away?"

Feng Critic couldn't believe it: "Does he have any helpers?"

"No, running didn't mean he could get away."

Huai Shi lowered her head in shame and handed over a limp plastic bag: "But what can I say about that? The beating went smoothly. I forgot that you were going to have your head cut off."

"Accidentally... it turned into a paste."

A layman with paper in his arms has no place to be ashamed of!

It was a mistake of epic proportions, so outrageous! After using no weapons, he actually forgot to decapitate him!

With no choice, I could only go downstairs to get another plastic bag and dustpan, shovel the puddle on the ground and put it away. Anyway, rounding off, it’s equivalent to the head being here…

I'm new here and don't understand the rules. I hope the big brother of Green Day won't find it objectionable.

Otherwise, let's just make do with it...