Kanaza is the largest and most prosperous commercial district in Kyoto.

Since the 17th century, it has been known for its high-end style, as one of the world's three most famous streets, the flagship stores of world-renowned brands, high-end fashion stores, century-old restaurants and other places have decorated the neighborhood into a paradise of luxury.

The Kinza area is divided into eight chome, which are connected vertically and horizontally by Chuo-dori and Tianhai-do, and the most prosperous center is Ginza 4-chome, which is known as the "Crossroads of Shichome". From century-old shops to internationally acclaimed first-tier brand stores, from elegant cafes to traditional Japanese sweets, from Jepon quintessential kabuki to extravagant bars and nightclubs, Kinza satisfies all the imagination of the word "luxury" and exudes a dreamlike brilliance.

A low-profile Kabukiza stands at the most prosperous intersection in 4-chome, occupying the center of this bustling area. At the entrance of Kabukiza, there is a plaque written by Meiga Asakusa, the most famous calligrapher of Jiepeng, and the four characters "Clear Sky and Clouds" show the world a trace of ancient art.

The situation inside is unknown to outsiders, but everyone who has entered it is full of praise but never reveals the slightest. Mysterious, quaint, and elegant, this place is Kyoto's most famous social gathering place for noble people, and at the same time, it is also Kyoto's most famous gold cave.

And those who are familiar with the inside story know that this Kabuki seat belongs to one of the most important industries under the Inagakai, the second-ranked black 'society' organization in Jiepeng.

Now, at noon, in Kabukiza, hundreds of men and women dressed in different costumes are staring at the actors on the stage with capable faces, shaking their heads to the music, and I don't know if they really understand.

At the door, two waitresses dressed in Jeppen's traditional costume yawned slightly, and several men in black suits roamed around the hall, their sharp eyes shooting around.

Two men wearing peaked caps and loose casual clothes walked into the hall from outside the door.

"I'm sorry sir, this show is coming to an end," a waitress bowed as she walked up to the two men, with a feminine gentleness on her face, "and the next show won't start until two o'clock in the afternoon......

The waitress's words were interrupted very rudely, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded unpleasantly: "No, little girl, we are not here to see the show, we are here to give gifts." ”

"Gift-giving?" The two waitresses glanced at each other, and before they could get rid of their doubts, they saw the young man who had just spoken smiling strangely, rolling up his sleeves, revealing a green and swarthy dragon on his arm—a tattoo unique to the Jiaolong Society!

"You-" The two waitresses exclaimed in unison, and the young man shot like lightning, and the two waitresses only felt that they had been hit hard in the neck, and their bodies lost their strength in an instant, and they fell to the ground softly.

The movement here immediately attracted the attention of several men in suits. "What are you doing?" Several big men shouted in unison, but before the sound fell, the two people in the center of the hall had already pulled out their pistols and fired them quickly.

"Puff puff" A series of soft sounds, the 98F** with a muffler, chiseled a small hole in the head of each big man, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"Enemy--" A security guard who poked his head out of the guardhouse when he heard the movement opened his mouth to exclaim, but as soon as he spat out a word, his eyebrows were pierced by the bullets that arrived quickly.

There was a lot of commotion in the guardhouse, "Bastard! "Someone is making trouble!" The voices were chaotic, and a few guys in security uniforms picked up their guns and rushed out.

"stupid! Take cover! A voice shouted a curse, but it was too late for him to be reminded, and a bullet passed through the window, breaking a small hole in the windowpane, and then swung into his chest with precision, and the somewhat experienced guy fell to the ground on his back. And the security guards who rushed out in a mess were knocked down by the bullets that rained like a torrential rain. Immediately, two melon-like grenades swirled into the guardhouse. There was a loud bang, and the splashing steel balls shot everywhere in the small security room, and there was a wail.

Before the smoke of the explosion dissipated, two figures broke into the guardhouse, and the MP9 in their hands spewed out two tongues of fire, and there was no sound in the guardhouse for a moment.

"Lord Yatsuyome must be very satisfied with this operation!" One man said triumphantly, while his companion reprimanded in a hoarse voice: "Hurry up, hurry up, there's something else!" ”

"Okay, okay, our Jiaolong Club is out of the elite, will there be any mistakes?" The first speaker muttered a sentence and ran out of the guardhouse with a hoarse voice.

It wasn't until the two of them walked away that in a corner of the guardhouse, a "corpse" squirmed with difficulty, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, and hissed: "I'm eight...... Field...... Dragon...... Dragons will attack ......"

"What?" On the other end of the phone, a person exclaimed, and then said loudly: "What did you say? You make it clear......"

Hatta struggled to breathe for a long time, and said with difficulty: "Jiaolong...... Jiaolong ......"

Before the word "hui" was spoken, the blood that kept flowing up and down his body had already taken away all his strength, his mouth opened and closed weakly for a long time, and finally he didn't say a word, his body was crooked, he collapsed to the ground, and there was no more sound. Only an anxious voice on the phone remained: "Hatta! Hatta ......"

Dozens of meters away, the hoarse guy's voice suddenly became clear, and he said mockingly: "Do you really think Lao Tzu didn't find out that you were pretending to be dead?" Keeping your life is for you to report the ......"

The other person ran to the corner quickly, and the butt of the MP9 gun slammed it, and the door of the distribution box shattered instantly, and scolded with a smile: "C1, you don't talk nonsense, countdown, 3, 2, 1-"

At the exit of the word "1", the main electric switch was pulled down fiercely, and the theater was dark, almost at the same time, Song Jingang, numbered C1, kicked open the door of the theater, closed his eyes, and threw two flashbangs into the air.

"Boom" two loud sounds, a huge wave of air instantly swept across the entire theater, and above the three-story theater, it seemed that two small suns suddenly burst out, stabbing people's eyes.

"Ahh

The sudden bright light made the entire theater scream in an instant!

"Jiaolong will do things! If you want to live, get out of here! Song Jingang burst into applause, and MP9 was a long point shot towards the sky.

There was a moment of silence in the theater, followed by an even more piercing scream, and the audience, who had lost their sight and could not see anything at the moment of being stabbed by the flashbang, cried and howled, panicked, used their hands and feet together, and clawed everywhere to find a way to escape.

"Woo woo woo woo woo -" In the distance, the siren screamed, and listening to the sound, it was already within a kilometer.

"Damn, you're reacting fast?" Luo Haoran shouted in surprise, "Withdraw!" ”