i am hokage in tokyo

Chapter 58 Chapter 059 The Last Yakuza

"10 minutes? No, 5 minutes, 5 minutes for your police station!"

The leader of Chengzhi Group bargained fiercely on the phone:

"You must arrive within 5 minutes, otherwise I will call the Narcotics Control Department of the Ministry of Health, Welfare, and the Drug and Firearms Countermeasures Section of the Organized Crime Countermeasures Department of the Metropolitan Police Department! Let me tell you, there are too many people who want this credit! You guys If I don’t arrest them, some people will come to arrest me.”

"Well, um, right there? That's right!"

The leader of the Chengzhi team put down the microphone with a look of joy, and said to Iijima Aihiro:
"Iijima, the Nankasai Police Station said that rescue will be here in 5 minutes! What should we do next?"

Iijima Aihiro looked at him with a shocked old face, feeling absurd but also a strong sense of shame in his heart.

So dignified, he actually chose to ask Tiaozi for help when he was facing a life-and-death crisis! ?

Iijima Aihiro, who has experienced the peak period of Yakuza, still remembers how magnificent and invincible Yakuza was back then, and even the Metropolitan Police Department is afraid of them.The current Jidao not only relies on the Metropolitan Police Department to snort and bow his knees, but even shamelessly asks the police for help.

Do you still have a little self-esteem as a yakuza?What will the current violent gang degenerate into!
He barely suppressed the anger in his heart, and said dryly:

"Team leader, get the gun out of the safe! We must hold our ground until the police arrive."

"Guns? Where are the guns?"

The team leader of Chengzhi said with a face full of tears:

"Our Chengzhi Group is a new-age violent group with high IQ crimes, and there is no need to fight, kill, kill, and grab territory. The times have changed. If the police department finds out that they have concealed firearms, it will be more troublesome than finding stimulants..."

Iijima Aihiro's old face twitched for a while, and blue veins burst out on his wrinkled forehead. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, swung his old arm and punched the leader of the Chengzhi team to the ground!
"You don't even dare to use a gun, you deserve to be a Yakuza!"

"Iijima, you old dog, how dare you attack me?"

The leader of the Chengzhi group fell to the ground and covered his cheeks, and shouted angrily:

"You forgot who took you in, old thing. If it wasn't for my father's face, I would..."

No words were spoken, the voice was cut off as if being choked, because Iijima took out a revolver from the inner lining!
The leader of the Makoto group said in disbelief: "Iijima, you actually have a gun? The Sumiyoshi Council has issued repeated orders to prohibit small families at the bottom from holding guns, and you actually resisted the order!"

Aihiro Iijima skillfully reloaded the revolver, opened the safety, turned the gun to the leader of the Chengzhi team, and spit out a few words from his mouth coldly:

"Shut up, wimp!"

The leader of Chengzhi Group immediately hugged his head like a quail, without saying a word.

Iijima Aihiro looked left and right, took off a samurai sword with a beautiful sheath hanging in the office as an decoration from the wall, pulled it out, looked at the sharp edge and nodded, and put it aside.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Leader, open the door!"

"Come up, come up, don't, don't!"

At this time, the team members who were blocked from the door and had slammed the door loudly screamed in panic one after another, and then there were rapid screams, which subsided within a few seconds.

It was quiet outside the door, as if nothing had happened.

"Monster! The monster is coming up! Metropolitan Police Department, haven't the police from the Metropolitan Police Department arrived yet?"

The leader of Cheng Zhi's distorted face was full of fear, and he sat on the ground and kicked his legs repeatedly until he hit the wall with no retreat.

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way!"

Iijima Aihiro frowned, and from the fleeting screams just now, he heard that one of them was the yellow-haired gangster he brought over. Now the movement at the door has disappeared, which means that the monster has also arrived at the door .

Although the door of the office on the third floor could block the collisions of several grown men, he had no idea whether it could block the monsters.

boom!The door of the office was pushed open with a bang, and the cyan monster with the shark face appeared swaggeringly at the door.

Aihiro Iijima, who had been pointing the gun at the door, pulled the trigger immediately!
Pfft, the first bullet turned out to be a stink bomb.

This old broken gun actually dropped its chain at a critical moment. Iijima Aihiro's old face darkened, he cursed inwardly, and fired again and again, pouring out all the bullets in the wheel box.

Bullet after bullet came, three hits at this distance, but the bullets only knocked the shark-faced monster back.

After straightening up, the shark-faced monster was not only unscathed, but even the robe it was wearing was not broken.

"Are bullets ineffective against monsters? Yes."

I saw the shark face monster grinning, revealing a mouth full of shark fangs, and said with a sneer:

"A gun? These little toys for humans are really interesting."

Aihiro Iijima was surprised to see that the shark-faced monster raised his right hand, stretched out a finger to compare his hand to a gun, and pointed at him from five meters away.

"puff!"

Iijima Aihiro didn't even see what happened, and with a muffled grunt, he was shot to the ground.

Cough cough cough, Iijima Aihiro crawled on the ground and coughed up blood again and again, then grabbed the samurai sword on the ground as a support and struggled to stand up.

"I can still stand up. It seems that the water iron cannon I imitated is still not good enough. Its power is not as good as the original version, nor is it as good as a real pistol." Gan Shi Guixie showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Iijima Aihiro was wielding a samurai sword, panting for breath, staring fixedly at Kisame Kisame.

He took off his shirt, revealing his shriveled, loose-muscled upper body, and the Prajna ghost tattoo on his back.

Although it is a Yakuza, this identity is the pride of Iijima Aihiro!
Yakuza, which means rubbish, traces the etymology and originated from a Japanese bridge game similar to poker blackjack. At the beginning of the game, players get two cards and have the right to ask for it again, with three cards The mantissa of the sum of the numbers determines the outcome, with 21 being the largest and 9 being the smallest.

At the beginning of the game, I got two cards of 8 and 9, and the mantissa is 7, which is already considered a high winning rate. If the third card gets 1 and 2, it is almost equal to winning. At this time, the third card is shown, It's 3!

Eight ya, nine ku, three za, add up to zero (yakuza), anyone will collapse, yelling that yakuza is useless garbage!

But Aihong Iijima does not think that Yakuza is rubbish, waste, on the contrary he thinks Yakuza is a necessary evil.

After the Meiji Restoration, the samurai class was abolished, and some of the samurai ronin who lost their livelihoods gathered in small groups in order to survive and formed gangs, which was also the prototype of modern Japanese Yakuza.

After the war, Japan, as a defeated country, had its armed forces disbanded, its economy collapsed, and its social order was chaotic. During this special period, the Japanese government also had to rely on civil forces to stabilize its rule, and violent groups also took this opportunity to flourish. developed.

Even in the next few decades, when the economy develops and the social order is relatively stable, there is a reason for their Yakuza to exist.

The gray industry is there. If there is no local yakuza, there will be peninsula and Maozi gangs involved. Their yakuza are the first line of defense against these foreign gangs!
But now Yakuza has degenerated to the point where he only has money in his eyes and flatters Tiaozi, completely forgetting his own responsibilities, which makes him heartbroken.

Perhaps, there is only his last real Yakuza left in this country.

In this case, he has to fight like Yakuza.

Fighting monsters is no different than fighting foreign gangsters to protect the country.

Iijima Aihiro staggered to his feet, and drew his sword out of its sheath.

During the previous struggle, the false finger on the base of the little finger of his right hand had been detached, and his dominant hand with only four fingers could not hold the handle tightly, so he simply held the samurai sword with both hands and raised it above his head.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Iijima Aihiro's cloudy eyes began to congest and turn red, roaring and screaming, and charged at the monster.

A powerful Tang Zhu, that is, a straight slash from the front, cut into the shoulder of Qianshi Guixier.

(End of this chapter)