Chapter 007: Making a scene in the pub and capturing Curly
After eating the loving breakfast prepared by Lu Jiajia, Zhang Hao packed up his things and took a taxi to the izakaya.
Through the taxi window, on the streets of Tokyo, people with their phone in their hands are walking and swiping their phones, and office workers with briefcases are hurrying around.
On the street corner, a bald middle-aged man was whispering with a woman dressed as a student.
This kind of artistic theme of street pick-up is common in the island country.
Zhang Hao asked the taxi driver to stop one street away from the izakaya.
Get off the bus and walk towards the izakaya.
A moment later, Zhang Hao stood in front of the pub.
A wooden sign engraved with the words "Dazhu" was casually hung above the wooden door, slightly tilted.
Zhang Hao touched the pistol at his waist and walked in.
There were obviously a lot more people in the store than last time.
A few yellow-haired kids were sitting around a table near the door, playing cards, occasionally making "ba ga ba ga" noises.
Sitting at the bar was the same sleepy little curly-haired guy from last time.
He had a baseball cap on his head and a Band-Aid on his nose.
Other customers sat at tables inside the store.
Zhang Hao walked to the bar as if nothing had happened and sat casually on a high stool.
"Oh hi, what do you need?" Curly asked without even looking up.
Zhang Hao didn't answer. He stood up, took out a pistol from his waist, and put it directly against Curly's chin.
He put his finger to his mouth in a hushing gesture.
Zhang Hao took out his mobile phone, opened the translation software, and moved in front of the little curly-haired boy.
Said: "Do you know where the two men in black are from the other day?"
The little curly-haired boy's eyes showed obvious panic, but he quickly calmed down.
The Tanaka Group is well-known. Although it is now openly doing legitimate business, everyone knows that the predecessor of the Tanaka Group is the Tanaka Society, which was once famous throughout the island country.
Thinking of this, Curly felt that he had no reason to be afraid of a foreigner who came from nowhere.
Even though he now had a gun pressed to his chin.
If he could just delay a little, he would have a chance to escape, and this ungrateful foreigner die without knowing how.
Zhang Hao saw all the changes in Curly's expression.
I was even more convinced that Curly was the person I was looking for. His identity as a cashier at the pub was just a cover.
Zhang Hao pressed slightly against Curly's gun barrel.
An unexpected incident!
The little curly-haired boy suddenly tilted his head and casually swept the decanter on the counter towards Zhang Hao.
Then he squatted down and slapped the red button under the counter.
In actual combat, it is actually , especially from the front, as it is easy for the opponent to grab the gun or dodge.
Because there is a physiological delay between the gun holder seeing the other party's actions and then shooting or taking other actions.
A sudden change caused the situation to take a sharp turn for the worse!
Zhang Hao only then realized that he had inadvertently made a big mistake.
Fortunately, he also came from the Chinese Armed Police System and reacted instantly.
Zhang Hao was seen holding the gun in his right hand to block the oncoming wine glass, and fired a shot, but unfortunately he missed the curly-haired guy.
The bullet whizzed past Curly's head and hit the wine cabinet behind him.
Several bottles of Japanese sake were smashed to pieces, and the wine splashed everywhere!
A burst of rapid alarms mixed with gunshots rang out!
The little curly-haired boy hiding under the counter shouted, "Brothers! Catch that bastard!"
The little hooligan at the door heard Curly's shout, put down the cards in his hand, and rushed towards Zhang Hao while shouting.
One of the yellow-haired men pulled out a silver revolver from his pocket and shot Zhang Hao.
The bullet hit the counter, sending sawdust flying everywhere.
The customers in the store swarmed towards the door.
There was chaos at the door for a while.
The little hooligan tried to rush in , and the customers were trying hard to squeeze out.
Curly was hiding under the counter and had just pulled out a steel machete from among the sundries.
I saw a bright hole the size of a coin on the counter, and I felt a sharp pain in my left ear, as the entire left ear was cut off by the bullet.
He was in so much pain that he yelled, "Who fired the gun? Do you want to die? You hit me!"
It happened in the blink of an eye!
Seeing that the bullet did not hit Curly, Zhang Hao did a scissors kick, supported the counter with his left hand, and jumped into the counter like a cheetah.
Little Curly didn't expect that Zhang Hao could actually jump over the counter which was more than half a person's height.
In the panic, he couldn't pull out the knife, and he was sweating profusely. He was afraid that Zhang Hao would just give him a peanut.
After Zhang Hao jumped into the counter, he struck Curly-haired boy on the back of his neck with a clean and sharp blow. Curly-haired boy collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Zhang Hao half-knelt, raised his pistol , and fired a volley of bullets at the little yellow-haired boy holding the gun through the bullet hole in the counter made by the little yellow-haired boy.
The little yellow-haired man looked at the curly-haired man behind the counter, who was holding a gun and hesitating.
Zhang Hao fired several shots in succession, and the bullets hit his right shoulder squarely. Blood spurted out immediately, and the gun fell to the ground with a clang.
Makes a crisp metallic sound.
Seeing this, how could Zhang Hao miss this opportunity?
The gun in his hand suddenly smashed into a small minion in front of him. The force was so great that the opponent's forehead burst open, and his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.
Then Zhang Hao pushed himself up with his hands and jumped out of the counter.
He clenched his right fist and punched the little yellow-haired boy in the face.
The little yellow-haired boy had never seen such a fierce man. In a flash, the huge fist, with a gust of wind, was in front of him and directly knocked his nose crooked!
The two big front teeth that were supposed to be on guard flew onto the face of the person next to them, mixed with blood.
This punch was straight forward, relying entirely on the speed and strength combined into one after Zhang Hao's body transformation.
The little yellow-haired boy was beaten so hard that he retreated two or three steps and sat down on the chair behind him. His head tilted and blood dripped from his nose and mouth.
Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Zhang Hao took advantage of the situation and delivered an elbow strike with his left hand. The next second, the unlucky guy whose face was splashed with blood, had his right cheek sunken, and the nose ring on his nose flew straight out.
He then fell to the ground, unconscious.
The remaining minions had never seen such a situation before.
Afraid that a casserole-sized fist would fall on their faces in the next second, they simply slipped away.
It's not their fault. These minions are not from the Tanaka Group, they are just local thugs.
Since I more or less knew the relationship between the izakaya and the Tanaka Group, I would go to the izakaya whenever I had time.
He wanted to establish a relationship with the Curly-haired guy in the izakaya. After all, he heard that Curly-haired guy was a real member of the Tanaka Society.
And Curly is also happy to have more people under him to do some unimportant errands assigned by his superiors.
Let’s talk about Zhang Hao.
Seeing this group of people running away in a hurry, he didn't even think of chasing them.
They were all insignificant minions. The most important thing right now was to get the information he wanted as soon as possible.
Zhang Hao picked up a napkin from the table and wiped the blood off his hands.
He picked up a fork from the floor and walked behind the counter.
Zhang Hao slapped the curly-haired boy's face twice, and immediately five palm prints rose high.
"Woo..." The little curly-haired boy was awakened by two slaps from Zhang Hao, and saw Zhang Hao staring at him with a smile.
The fork waved in front of his eyes, and the next second it was stuck in his leg. When it was pulled out, the silver fork turned into a red fork.
The little curly-haired boy howled and covered the wound on his leg in pain. When he saw Zhang Hao taking out his cell phone, he begged for mercy.
