There was also a cricket in the box, most likely the mantis's minion. Just now when the mantis was giving orders to a row of small insects, it was standing by the door like a security guard.
There were only three of them left in the room. The cricket opened the bottle, poured three glasses of wine, gave one to the frog, and raised the glass as if to toast.
Then, as if he accidentally lost his grip, most of the cup spilled onto the frog.
It's too obscene, really too obscene.
Hojo Natsuki immediately thought of some uncomfortable images, frowned, and slid down the weapon column.
[Rocket Launcher]
[Introduction: A real rocket launcher, 100,000 square meters, uninhabited! ]
[Price: 1,500,000 clover]
In fact, rocket launchers are a better choice than grenades, but considering the safety of the frog's body, it is better to be safe. Who knows what kind of situation this game will cause.
He paid the money and gave the use of the grenade to Qin Frog.
Xi Jing said: "Just chatting with you, don't be too restrained."
Only a fool would believe that.
Kurosawa Jin had several thoughts swirling in his mind. He nodded to Nishii and sat down on the sofa a body away from him.
Xi Jing gave a look, and the yellow-haired boy guarding the door came over to cut a cigar for him. He tilted his head and asked Kurosawa in a calm tone: "Would you like one? Have you ever tried a cigar?"
Kurosawa Jin calmly shook his head.
He knew that he should flatter the man at this moment, but he felt a headache just to say even a word to such an arrogant idiot.
"You are still quiet." Xi Jing said with a smile, "I like children like you who are introverted and down-to-earth."
The yellow-haired boy lit up his cigar and poured them some wine. He was a distant relative of Xijing and had the same surname as Xijing. He usually ran errands for Xijing.
The man's bangs were so long that they covered half of the left side of his face, making it difficult to see the similarities between the two people's facial features.
Huang Mao finished pouring the wine, walked a few steps closer and sat down, raising his glass to Kurosawa: "Kurosawa-kun, although you are two years younger than me, you are reliable. Brother Xijing always asks me to learn from you, and I think he is right..."
When he was pouring the wine just now, Kurosawa Jin had been following his every move with his peripheral vision to make sure that he didn't put anything unclean in there. After hearing just two sentences, he understood that the implication was that he wanted to urge him to drink.
Kurosawa raised his glass obediently, but the other party suddenly started shaking like an epileptic, and the wine glass crashed towards him like a truck, and most of the wine spilled from the shallow cup and rushed towards Kurosawa Jin's collar with high morale.
That action was as if he was afraid that others would not see that he did it on purpose.
Kurosawa immediately realized that it was Nishii who was trying to show off to him through this man, so he did not dodge or evade, allowing the wine to splash onto his coat.
"I'm so sorry." The yellow-haired boy showed a hypocritical and flattering smile, "My hands were shaking accidentally, sorry, this coat looks quite new, a bit like the one that Brother Xijing gave to everyone during the New Year, but it seems a little different. Do you want me to compensate you with a new one?"
Kurosawa Jin was tired of this hockey-like way of chatting. It was really annoying to play charades and act. He calmly replied: "It doesn't matter."
Xi Jing, who was watching the show on the side, then spoke to the yellow-haired Youyou, with a tone of condemnation: "Sasaburo, you are too careless. What did I tell you?"
"terribly sorry… "
"Okay, get out. I feel upset when I see you."
The yellow-haired little brother, Sazaburo, responded timidly and closed the door for them.
"He's always been so clumsy, Kurosawa, don't mind it." Nishii looked at him, "You've grown up very fast. Is the coat I gave you at the beginning of the year no longer the right size and can't you wear it?"
Yakuza organizations also have something called "year-end bonuses", which are usually given by the direct boss with a few physical items and a generous bonus.
This year, one of the 'year-end bonuses' that Kurosawa Jin received from him was an expensive but ordinary jacket. Of course, he was not the only one who had this jacket. It was wholesaled by Nishii for his younger brother. The styles were the same but the sizes were different, just like the school uniforms, which made it look more and more like a disciplined high school student.
'The size is not right and I can't wear it'
funny.
He never wore it.
As soon as this sentence came out, Kurosawa Jin understood what Nishii meant, and he chose an answer that could not be faulted: "It's suitable, but I won't wear it when I have a mission, for fear of getting it dirty."
Although I don't care much about the internal fighting within the organization, some rumors will still reach my ears.
For example, Xi Jing and the second-in-command were at loggerheads over the power grab.
Some recent tasks, whether it is transporting goods or silencing people, seem to be unrelated at first glance, just being assigned to do such a thing; but if you think about it carefully, they can be connected everywhere with the cooperation that the second-in-command has been trying to match recently.
For example, asking him to kill the target named 'Hamano' was also to cause trouble for the second-in-command.
Kurosawa Jin was too lazy to bother with all these twists and turns, but that didn't mean he couldn't understand them.
Xi Jing's expression immediately eased, and his smile was filled with genuine comfort: "Go ahead and wear it. If it gets dirty, just buy another one."
He naturally thought that Kurosawa was young and easy to control. He took a sip of wine and then played the emotional card, "Kurosawa, you have been under my command for almost two years. When I first met you, you were still this small." He gestured at his height and patted Kurosawa's shoulder with his backhand, "You can't even speak Japanese properly, like a stray wolf cub..."
Kurosawa Jin lowered his eyes to hide his absent-mindedness, as if he was listening very carefully.
This old thing has started again.
Four years ago, my mother passed away due to illness, and my father, who had been away from home for several years, came back to help her deal with the funeral arrangements.
As the woman had requested, he gave her a burial at sea, and then reluctantly inherited her only legacy: their son, Kurosawa Jin.
Kurosawa Jin believed that if his mother had not repeatedly and tearfully told him before her death, "You must raise him well," this person would never have taken him away.
There might be some truth in the blood connection. Kurosawa Jin knew that his father regarded him as the ugly cup given away when buying yogurt in the supermarket. He didn't want him at all and just wanted to find a trash can to throw him away, out of sight, out of mind.
Kurosawa Jin didn't blame him, because in his eyes, this cheap old dad who had a similar profile and silver hair to him was like a piece of chewing gum that accidentally got on the sole of his foot. Not only did he want to turn a blind eye to it, but he also felt disgusted and nauseous.
After that, Kurosawa followed his father to many places. They lived under the same roof, but their relationship was even worse than that of roommates, and they would speak ill of each other at any time.
That man had never given him fatherly love, nor any similar warmth. He gave Kurosawa barely enough living expenses to get by, and other than that, he only looked at him with endless coldness. If his son died anywhere randomly, he would probably just say "I know" in a bland manner, and have the body cremated on the spot, not even bothering to identify the body.
His mother had protected him too well before, and Kurosawa had never experienced hardship or displacement; but during the two years of wandering with his cheap father, in addition to wandering, there were different scares every day.
Enemies may come to his door at any time, and someone may want to kidnap him to hold his father hostage. In this harsh environment where people are forced to grow up quickly or die, Kurosawa Jin has acquired a good ability to protect himself.
Two years ago, when he came to Japan, the man was accidentally shot and died.
For mercenaries walking in blood and fire, "accident" should perhaps be called "inevitability".
In short, at a young age, Kurosawa Jin enjoyed the treatment of having no parents like the male protagonist in the movie (Batman), and officially started his wandering life.
He imitated his father's lifestyle and made money by taking on missions as a mercenary. Unfortunately, he was too young and had no organization to rely on, so his employers were not very confident in him and it was difficult for him to get missions.
At this time, he met Nishii in a rather embarrassed state. Nishii was not very good at other things, but he was well versed in the ways of the world and had a good eye for people. He thought Kurosawa was a natural killer with great talent, and he could use Kurosawa for his own benefit.
Therefore, Xijing always considered himself to be "a patron saint" of him, and treated him as a useful tool, making full use of him to exploit him, sometimes suppressing him and sometimes making him take the blame.
He is a venomous snake, and so is Kurosawa.
Anyone who keeps poisonous snakes will inevitably get bitten.
"In the blink of an eye
, it’s been two years…”
Kurosawa Jin listened expressionlessly, what he said went in one ear and out the other. He secretly glanced at the wall clock, wondering when this man would finish his nonsense.
I really want to shoot him to death.
Unfortunately for a member of his level, they went upstairs to search him, but Kurosawa had already been disarmed and didn't have any useful weapons.
Kurosawa Jin put his hands in his pockets, pretending to listen carefully, his eyes fixed on the bottle. If he smashed the bottom of the bottle and killed someone with the bottle...
Something is not right.
Suddenly, there was something extra in my pocket.
It’s cold and oval in shape, with square-shaped bumps running horizontally and vertically on the shell. If you touch it upward, you’ll find a ring…
Hei Ze Zhen remained calm, but his heart was filled with turmoil.
There was actually a grenade in his pocket.
Was it given by 'Natsuki'
He pulled his hands out of his pockets to avoid his small movements revealing that there was something in them.
Two minutes later, the face was touched.
Three minutes later, the back of my palm resting on my knee was gently rubbed again. It felt soft, warm and a little itchy.
Kurosawa Jin took a deep breath: "..."
It starts again!!
Once he has dealt with all the current problems, he will eventually find a way to kill 'Natsuki'.
"By the way." Xi Jing finally ended his long and tedious speech and got down to business. "Don't touch the man I asked you to kill last time, the man named Hamano."
Kurosawa Jin frowned slightly and quietly retracted his fingers that were gripping the grenade casing.
"Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you." Nishii explained slowly, "Hamano is the second-in-command of the Kiya Group and we are as close as brothers. The reason I asked you to do this is not because I want you to really kill him. Do you think it's difficult to do it? After all, you are alone, which is normal. Recently, Qingkou has joined forces with them, and there is a lot of panic..."
Perhaps because he felt that Kurosawa Jin wouldn't understand what he was saying, Nishii paused and simply instructed, "We can't clash with the Kusaya Group now, otherwise the organization will be in big trouble. Let's end this matter here. Have a good rest. I will give you a more important task next week."
In the past, Kurosawa Jin would probably speculate on what the "more important task" was, but at this moment, his mind was entirely on the grenade in his hand.
Is this a real grenade? Should I use it
He had been in this place long enough and didn't want to be driven by these idiots anymore. The pretentious old man Xijing had repeatedly deducted his deserved rewards and pushed his own mistakes onto him, causing him to receive a memorable punishment.
The wounds scarred and fell off, leaving behind faint white scars that were mottled across his body.
Wounds heal, but pain remains a memory.
Kurosawa Jin has been waiting for an opportunity to return all the shame and pain, and then take off with the wind to a higher, farther and freer place.
As if sensing his hesitation, a gun suddenly appeared from his right pocket. When it appeared, the trigger was right on his fingertips.
It's a mini pistol.
Natsuki is helping him.
Xi Jing said, "It's getting late, you should go back."
The Yakuza organization always regards withdrawal as betrayal, and the fate of the betrayer is always to be hunted down. From the moment he thought of leaving, Kurosawa never thought of a peaceful ending.
Kurosawa Jin nodded in obedience and went out. This box was at the end of the corridor, right next to the window. Huang Mao was leaning against the window smoking, and when he saw Kurosawa come out, he hurriedly threw away his cigarette, stamped it out, and closed the window again.
He had a grenade in his left pocket and a gun in his right pocket.
Huang Mao came to the door and gave a smiling face: "Brother Xijing, should we go to..."
Huangmao's movements were quick, but the early winter was chilly. As the window closed, a few gusts of cold wind took the last chance to come in and brushed across Hei Zezhen's face, making him clearly realize that—
got windy.
Hojo Natsuki stared at the little frog on the screen.
Leave the room
Afterwards, the frog walked silently to the garage, pried open the trunk of a black car, put the grenade under the cushion, wrapped the pull ring with the fishing line he carried with him (although I don't know why a little frog would carry this thing with him), then wrapped it around the water pipe, and held the other side of the fishing line in his hand, making an extremely simple murder trap.
Then it sneaked away, hid in a dark corner far away, and began to observe.
Not long after, the big mantis and his little cricket brother came one after another. They were probably very confident about this place, so they didn't even think about checking the abnormality of the car.
Mantis sat in the back and the younger brother sat in the front driver's seat.
Turn the key, the car starts, the body trembles slightly, and then drives out of the parking space—
Boom!
The grenade exploded, creating an explosion effect with a diameter of half the screen... Although it was a stick figure effect, the meaning was conveyed.
The frog did not leave, but remained hiding in the same place, as if it wanted to confirm with its own eyes whether the mantis was dead.
"Really brave and careful." Hojo Natsuki secretly praised Qinwa in his heart.
However, the item description of the grenade in the mall is [No grass will grow within ten meters]. With its tiny arms and legs, there is no way this mantis could survive the explosion.
The smoke and dust gradually faded and dissipated, revealing the sun in the small garage.
Xia Shu was thinking this carelessly and as a matter of course, but the next second, he saw a dying mantis crawling out of the dust.
When Kurosawa Jin saw a crawling figure on the ground, he frowned and held his breath.
Xijing was covered in blood as he tried his best to crawl out of the smoke. Wherever his body passed, a trail of blood like a tire mark was left. He was in a half-dead state and could die at any moment.
I didn't expect him to survive such an explosion. Without timely rescue, he probably wouldn't have lived for more than a few minutes. Rescue would only have prolonged his meaningless survival. But what was even more unexpected was -
Xijing's originally neatly combed slicked back hair suddenly turned into a shiny wasteland. Only two or three remaining hair corpses were stuck to the top of his head, like the strings of a shamisen, barely supporting the scene that was better than nothing.
Xijing had a bald head that was barren and covered in blood. He crawled out, trying to make a hoarse cry in his throat, trying to call for help.
Kurosawa Jin: “…”
Hojo Natsuki, who was looking at the bald mantis outside the screen: "..."
[Within ten meters, no grass grows]
So it means there is no grass growing on your head! ! =口=
(End of this chapter)