Chapter 282 He passed away peacefully
"Which gang are those in black from?" Chen Jue asked again. He intended to squeeze all the value out of this gunman.
"Yes...it's from the Black Dragon Group..." The gunman's chest began to rise and fall more violently, and the rupture of his lungs made it difficult for him to breathe.
"Matsuba Society...Black Dragon Group...Got it! Thank you!" Chen Jue muttered the names of the two gangs, then reached out and touched the gunman's eyes. His two fingers swept across the opponent's temple, intending to stimulate the dark energy into his brain again.
With the experience of accidentally blowing up another gunman's head just now, Chen Jue knew how to control the force when he used his hidden power for the second time.
When the only remaining gunman saw Chen Jue raise his hand to cover his eyes, he whimpered with a strong desire to survive: "Don't kill me... I still know a lot of information... I am still valuable..."
Seeing that the gunman was so sensible, Chen Jue was slightly stunned. Through his sensitive hearing, Chen Jue could sense that the gunman's internal organs were broken terribly, but he was still holding on to his breath and struggling to survive, and told Chen Jue everything he knew truthfully.
It is said that the human body can burst out unimaginable energy in times of crisis. It is also the first time that Chen Jue has seen an ordinary person's desire to survive be so strong.
"The Japs are the Japs. They will do anything to survive."
"What a pity! The information you told me is of no use to me. Just go on your way with peace of mind. With your internal injuries, it will be useless even if you are sent to the hospital." Chen Jue sighed lightly, and exerted force with both fingers. The hidden force burst into the opponent's head and crushed his brain into tofu dregs.
To Chen Jue, the dead Japanese soldiers were the good ones. He could not forgive these hypocritical guys on behalf of his ancestors who died on the battlefield or died innocently.
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After killing the last gunman, Chen Jue patted the bullets and gunpowder debris on his body and slowly stood up.
He used his senses to count the 43 bodies in the warehouse, then walked to the leader of the men in black whose brains were pierced by his toothpick, stripped off his black suit and put it on temporarily.
Because all the other Japanese soldiers were riddled with bullets from his previous move [Dragon Roar in All Seas], their clothes were covered with either blood or bullet holes, only the guy who was shot in the head first still had his clothes intact.
"Wearing the clothes of a dead person is really unlucky!"
"We have to hurry out and buy a new set of clothes." Chen Jue pursed his lips, felt his pocket and found that this gangster had quite a bit of money. There was a large stack of 10,000 yen bills in the wallet in his inner pocket.
In addition, he also found a pile of more Japanese banknotes in a suitcase scattered next to the bald man. A quick glance showed that there were more than 100 million Japanese banknotes.
"It's enough for travel expenses and expenses." After counting the money, Chen Jue muttered something, then walked slowly to the two black business cars.
As a result of the previous volley of bullets, the two commercial vehicles were riddled with bullet holes. With a scan using his mental magnetic field, Chen Jue discovered several guns and a square box hidden in the vehicles.
"Huh? Lead?"
"What's in here?"
"Isn't this the drug deal common among gangs?" Chen Jue was slightly stunned, opened the car door, got to the trunk of the car, stretched out his hands and grasped the claws, and directly broke the base of the trunk mat with a creaking sound like hydraulic pliers, and fished out the square box from it.
There was a combination lock on the box, and the surface was polished very smoothly. Chen Jue squeezed the lock and deformed it, then opened the lead box.
Inside the box, there lay a special syringe and four light golden injections, with the liquid inside emitting a mixed radiation.
After being blessed by the negative state of [Radiation Distortion], Chen Jue's sensitivity to this radiation energy was more than a hundred times stronger than before.
However, in these four injections, in addition to the traditional nuclear radiation energy, there is actually a hint of positive radiation.
"There's actually innate Qi mixed in it?" Chen Jue picked up an injection and looked at it carefully. He found that there was a very simple Hongmu Group's logo printed on the wall of the injection tube.
In addition, with his powerful visual ability, he could see clearly that the dark golden dust evenly distributed in the reagent was indeed the appearance of the life ore after being ground.
"This thing is actually produced by Hongmu Group?"
"A positive and negative bidirectional radiation source...some kind of medicine?" Chen Jue couldn't figure out the real effect of the injection reagent for the time being, but since the gangsters of Jiaobenji attached so much importance to it, it must be an incredible product.
Just as Chen Jue was pondering the true purpose of these injection reagents, a slight vibration sounded in the warehouse.
Chen Jue's ears moved, and he got out of the car with the square lead box. He followed the sound to the bald man's body, and then took out a mobile phone from his pocket.
The style of the phone is an extremely old keyboard phone, which looks a bit like an old Nokia. It has no ringtone, only vibration, and no caller ID.
Chen Jue didn't think much about it and pressed the answer button. Then a very majestic voice rang on the phone: "Chuntian, have you received the goods?"
"I've got it. How about I send it to you?" Chen Jue glanced at the bald man's body at his feet with a strange expression, and then replied calmly.
"Um?"
"You're not Springfield!"
"Who are you? A member of the Black Dragon Group?"
"What happened to Springfield?"
"Do you have the goods?" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became hurried, with a hint of anger in the words.
"Springfield was at my feet, and he passed away peacefully, just like a baby sleeping, and it is guaranteed that there was no pain at all."
"As for who I am? You'll know when we meet!" Chen Jue answered the phone while walking out of the warehouse. He planned to get some useful information from the other party.
The man on the other end of the phone sneered after hearing the news of the bald man's death: "Great! It's been a long time since anyone dared to talk to me like this!"
"Kid, I don't care who you are, the things of our Songye Society are not so easy to take!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone, obviously to organize people to investigate the scene.
Chen Jue listened to the threat and didn't care. He threw the keyboard and mobile phone in his hand away. He walked to the closed door of the warehouse and kicked it hard. The half-ton iron gate of the warehouse collapsed with a bang. Then he left the dock warehouse with two boxes in the smoke and dust.
"As a person, you should have principles. Let me pay for dinner first!" Chen Jue thought so, tapping his slippers as he walked along the seaside road towards the izakaya where he had dined.
Less than half an hour after Chen Jue left, a large number of black cars arrived, and hundreds of gangsters in suits of various colors got out of the cars.
These people were fully armed, and the leaders were even wearing bulletproof vests. The weapons in their hands had also been upgraded from pistols to AR15 automatic rifles. A few of them had bulges on their waists, which showed that they were carrying grenades.
However, when these people entered the warehouse and saw the corpses all over the floor and the mixture of brain matter and blood, the leader, the vice president of the Matsuba Society, Jiro Kozuka, retreated from the warehouse with a handkerchief covering his mouth. He vomited violently beside the warehouse and cursed at his men around him, "Go! Mobilize all nearby surveillance cameras and find the person who answered the phone! Dig deep into the ground to find the perpetrators! Team leader Haruta's life cannot be sacrificed in vain!"
"Yes!" Several subordinates responded with nods and bows, and one of them even handed a bottle of mineral water to the boss to rinse his mouth.
"Also... contact the Black Dragon Group immediately to come and collect the bodies! Our Matsuba Society has been silent for too long. It seems that many people have forgotten our reputation of fighting in Kyoto. Now any Tom, Dick and Harry dare to attack our Matsuba Society." As he spoke, a cold light flashed in Jiro Kozuka's eyes.
