A storm is brewing

  Chekhov stared at the young girls in light clothing by the roadside with his eyes fixed on them, beside him was a familiar waitress from the hotel who had just finished her shift.

  Upon seeing Chekhov's lecherous gaze, the waiter tactfully asked him: "Sir, do you need anything? The little girls here are all very young and clean, don't worry, they're not out with many customers."

  Chekhov pulled out a wad of cash, but accidentally pulled out a joint as well. He hastily stuffed the joint into his pocket and handed the cash to the waiter, sneering and saying: "You can take a break now, dear, scram! I can find the most suitable girl for my taste, don't underestimate my abilities, humph! Remember to tell your brother that I want the purest weed, damn it, no more of this low-quality crap! My boss is ruthless, you know. And by the way, our boss is collaborating with your Yamaguchi-gumi... You dare to cheat me? Ha! That old ghost Yamaguchi will castrate you!"

  The waiter understood Chekhov's mixed-up flower language, his face was a sheet of white. He had been mixing in this kind of place for so long, naturally he could see that Chekhov wasn't some honest person, but what he didn't expect was Chekhov's last few words. Of course, he knew what the Yamaguchi-gumi did and also knew that Yamaguchi Ki was the dragon head of the Yamaguchi-gumi. He bowed 90 degrees repeatedly and said: "Heh heh, I will definitely get my brothers to give you the best goods, rest assured, there won't be those inferior goods again."

  When this kid raised his head, Chekhov had already followed the silhouettes of the two sisters and walked far away. The kid wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice: "Tarō is too careless, selling poor-quality hemp is one thing, but why did he have to make it obvious? We need to remind him, otherwise, before the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi finds us trouble, his boss will kill him."

  Chekhov followed the two sisters, who were wearing almost transparent mini-skirts, as they walked far away. The farther they went, the more his heart burned with desire. He hastily caught up to them, laughing and saying: "Ladies, I have the honor of inviting you to spend a pleasant night together? My hotel bed is big and comfortable, especially that carpet, soft and fluffy, it's real sheepskin..."

  Two little girls exchanged a glance, although they were disdainful of Chekhov's thin build, but looking at his exaggerated clothes - still wearing a pair of sunglasses at night, and all high-end American imports, they knew that a big fool had arrived. The two of them giggled and leaned against Chekhov's body, saying in a soft voice: "We're not that kind of person..."

  Chekhov licked his lips, leaned over to the chick with bright red eye shadow on her left and gave her a hard kiss. "How's that? A thousand bucks each, are you satisfied? I've got nothing but money, but I've got plenty of it." Chekhov suddenly remembered: "Damn, I owe Fatadi some cash, don't I? Oh God, I'm already a billionaire! God, I love You. Jester hates You, but I'm Your faithful follower... as long as You keep me rich... I'm Your grandson."

  Having agreed on a price, Chikov hugged the two little girls and pressed them against the wall of the alley. The two girls asked in confusion: "Aren't we going to the hotel?"

  "Ah, damn it, I'm in a hurry, can't we just...just here, you know, make me comfortable. Then we'll go back to the hotel."

  Two little girls pouted and looked at each other, then nodded reluctantly.

  Chekhov undid his belt and was about to get down to business when suddenly a person fell from the sky with a thud.

  Chekhov suddenly turned his head, following Yichun for so long, he had gained some experience and knew a little: "A person falling from the sky is not something worth being surprised about." So, when the two little girls fainted without even screaming, Chekhov was still able to walk over with a steady nerve.

  This was a strange man enveloped in a tight black garment, with two specks of eyes staring fixedly at Chekhov. The stranger's body was slightly trembling, and many places on his body were wet and bloody, apparently left by the wounds inflicted by someone who had hacked him with a knife.

  Chekhov was being seduced by two women, and when he saw the strange man's slender figure, he couldn't help but feel aroused. He casually reached out to touch the stranger's thigh, but the stranger suddenly became angry and upset, especially with his severe injuries, and before he could catch his breath, he fainted.

  Chekhov's hand instinctively reached out to touch the radiant skin, and suddenly a burst of fiery energy surged up, smiling and saying: "Oh God, you are indeed a kind-hearted person, sending such a top-notch product over... This skin feels so firm to the touch."

  One hand grabbed the strange man and hid him in the shadow of a small alley, Chekhov took off his pants, no longer afraid of what was considered indecent, and pressed himself onto the two young women, swallowing a blue pill at the same time. Suddenly, the sounds of moaning and heavy breathing filled the alley. The two women were awakened by Chekhov's sudden attack, dazed and confused, they had already forgotten what happened earlier, and very professionally, very cooperatively, began to moan.

  The young man beside Yamaguchi Koshi flew through the air with a long sword, circled several times in mid-air, and coldly glanced at the three Chikovs who were in a sorry state. He cursed silently to himself and flew away diagonally.

  Chekhov persisted in finishing the first time, weakly and powerlessly throwing a stack of banknotes to the two girls, urging them to hurry up and leave. The two girls clung to Chekhov for half a day, reluctant to part with him, took another roll of banknotes, and then pulled up their clothes, blinked their eyes, flew a kiss, and walked out of the alley.

  "Then, my dear, tonight will be a wonderful night... God willing, I'll make an extraordinary performance." Chekhov took off his own suit, which was already emitting a sour smell, and put it on the strange man's head. He hugged him and went out of the alley, hailed a taxi, and headed to his hotel.

  Chekhov strained to lift the strange man and carefully made his way towards the elevator. The hotel staff, seeing something was amiss, smiled knowingly and courteously opened the door for him, asking: "Sir, do you need any help?"

  Chekhov, who was furious, scolded: "When your father and mother are doing something, will you go to help? Get out!" He casually threw the strange person into the corner of the elevator, took a handful of cash from his pocket and threw it out through the gap in the door.

  Benevolence, righteousness, morality? Chekhov seems to have never known what these words mean, and he also never knew the virtue of lending a helping hand in times of crisis. Since he encountered beautiful women and encountered such mysterious events, he would play with them fiercely according to his own desires. Whether this person is dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

  He rushed into the room, closed the door, and locked it with three locks. Chikov panted as he carefully placed the strange man in the middle of the carpet, not caring that the bloodstains on his body were soiling his own carpet. With a sly smile, he slowly lifted the veil from the man's face and said with a chuckle: "Come on, baby, let me see if you're beautiful... Ah, Japanese women are supposed to be beautiful."

  The monster has awakened, a pair of clear water eyes staring at Chekhov. Due to excessive blood loss, he didn't have the strength to say anything. Chekhov's face turned red with excitement: "Oh my god, you look so heroic, I like girls like you, haha, if you wear a uniform, it would be even more wonderful..."

  Chekhov instinctively reached out and touched his chest, then slowly opened his mouth in a daze, staring at him: "Oh God, you're a man? I actually saved a man? Why did I save a man? Oh God, Holy Mother of Mary, you should all go to the army...Damn it, why did I save a man? You damn man, why do you have such a small body? If only I had called those two chicks back to the hotel, why did I bother bringing you back?"

  "Alright, man, I don't like this... This is the 39th floor, if I throw you down, you'll definitely die, and I won't be in danger either... Yes, that's what I'll do, I'll throw you down."

  Chekhov dragged the man to the sunny balcony, and the man forced out a few words: "Save me, you'll get a lot of money." The ninja's cruel training allowed him to analyze Chekhov's character in no time, and he played what he thought was his most effective card at the first opportunity.

  "Many money? You'll have a lot of money? Damn it, if you had a lot of money, why would you be hunted down like this? Why should I believe you? Go to hell, yeah, go to hell... Ha, money?"

  "The strange person said quickly: 'I am the upper ninja of the Wind family under Chrysanthemum, I will repay your kindness... definitely. The warriors of our great Japanese Empire will certainly repay those who have helped us.'"

  Chekhov's face hesitated for a moment, slowly approached his face, and said viciously: "If you give me money, I will definitely save you... But you say you are a Japanese samurai? Unfortunately, I am Russian... Aren't you still competing with us for the four northern islands? I'll let you know how great we Russians are..." He punched heavily on the wound of this person, and he fainted from pain.

  Chekhov stood up satisfied: "Too perfect, Holy Mother of God, my darling... Hmm, he needs gauze, antiseptic... Too easy..."

  Chekhov walked to the door, opened it, and stuck his head out: "Hey, baby, come here... I was playing a game with that chick and hurt her. Can you get me some gauze or something? Thanks... Ha, how about I take you out for breakfast tomorrow morning? You're really great... I love you."

  Hundreds of eerie black shadows are flashing by quickly in this neighborhood, and it can be seen that they belong to different organizations. A thread of strange light bursts out between their intersecting silhouettes from time to time, and sometimes someone falls down, but they all tacitly do not make any noise, nor do they point out what the other person is.

  As samurai and ninjas under the Chrysanthemum, they were familiar with all the secret methods of each family within the Chrysanthemum, but for various reasons, they would rather die silently than reveal any information about themselves.

  The training ground of the 'Black Magic' security company.

  Yi Chen stood quietly in front of the warriors and said loudly, "I need a group of volunteers, a group to go to Tokyo, Japan. Not too many people are needed, fifty is enough. You will get sufficient weapons. Your target is to kill Yamaguchi-gumi's leader, Yamaguchi Tsutomu. Yes, gentlemen, brave warriors, kill him and you will get honor and money. His subordinates have tens of thousands of gang members. Think about the sensational effect after taking him down."

  Cain stepped forward first, and Yi Chen shook his head resolutely: "No, Cain, you shouldn't come out. I need to test the combat strength of these young men. Four hundred million dollars, yes, this operation is worth four hundred million dollars. I hope these young men can take on this task."

  These soldiers were all older than Yichun, but Yichun had the power and strength, so he directly called them "young men", and they didn't have any objection. For these warriors, strength was everything, and strength ruled everything.

  The soldiers took a step forward in unison, Stronheim took two steps forward and said loudly: "Boss, we don't need any consideration, any of our squads can complete this task... Our actions will let them know that their $400 million is wasted. This task is too simple, really too simple."

  Yi Chen smiled satisfactorily: "'Black Magic' troops, fall back."

  Cain's direct subordinate quickly retreated a step back, while Stronheim stood proudly in front of Yichun with three hundred German special forces.

  Yi Chen nodded, saying seriously: "Brothers, this is the first time I've used this term to address everyone. I hope you all don't just see me as a boss or a leader, but truly consider me a trustworthy and reliable person... In your hearts, I may not be comparable to Colonel Kayne, but I want you all to understand that I am striving to reach this goal."

  "What we signed up for was a security company, but... everyone wouldn't simply think that our mission is just security... I believe you guys in the military have also carried out tasks unrelated to war, right?"

  The soldiers burst out laughing.

  "Money, yes, the purpose of everything is money... You trusted Cain, you accepted Cain's call, you gathered under Cain's flag, but you abandoned honor, the honor of your country, the honor of soldiers... Money, yes, what I can give you is not pride, not dignity, but money."

  "Don't think too much, under my hands, you've done well, and you'll have countless money. I can't give you clean honor, I can't give you clean reputation, I can't give you clean identity, but what I can give you is money... a name that shakes the four directions."

  "That's right, Wei Ming, the real Wei Ming, you will become 'them', that invincible 'them'... Maybe you don't understand my words yet, but you will soon... This is the first mission of the 'Black Magic' Security Company, failure is absolutely not allowed."

  "Absolutely not, boss."

  "Yi Chen looked at him and pointed, saying: "You, Stronheim, lead fifty soldiers to Japan, Tokyo... Take out Yamaguchi-gumi's Yamaguchi Kiyo and everyone around him... If you fail, call me, got it?"

  "Straighten nodded and said loudly: 'No problem, boss... We will definitely complete the task.'"

  Yi Chen looked at these soldiers, extremely dissatisfied with what he had just said. No matter what, it was difficult for them to be thoroughly satisfied with their current identity. In other words, it was very difficult to replace the honor of warriors in their hearts with another kind of glory.

  For a time, Yi Chen even hoped for the failure of their mission, only with failure could the absolute sense of honor of these soldiers be weakened, and then replaced with hatred, letting them thoroughly serve themselves in hatred... Relying solely on Kayne's prestige was not enough to fully grasp these soldiers.

  The simplest reason is that Yidun himself was not a soldier and did not thoroughly understand the psychology of these soldiers.

  Yì chén's secret arsenal was opened once again, and these Stronheim-picked warriors entered in a steady stream.

  A soldier spotted a sniper rifle on the wall and walked over to it in big strides. One of Kane's subordinates rushed silently to his front, looked at him indifferently, and blocked his way.

  The soldier looked at the person in front of him, then at the sniper rifle, nodded and gave a standard military salute: "Sorry, Lieutenant, I didn't know that was your weapon."

  "A standard courtesy, Kain's subordinate nodded and said in a low voice: 'Apart from our weapons, you can choose any weapon you like... This corner, do not approach.'"

  The soldiers led by Stronheim looked at this scene seriously, and seriously recorded the range of the former lieutenant. Sure enough, no one went in that direction again.

  Yi Chen said in a low voice: "I don't understand, Kayn, those guns, how do you see them?"

  "Friend, life," Cain said in a low voice.

  Yi Chen shook his head, carefully watching the soldiers meticulously select their weapons and even each bullet. Each bullet was carefully examined before being carefully loaded into the magazine.

  Yi Chen gently stroked his chin: "Kain, you need to teach them something else... I want to have an absolutely loyal army."

  Cain looked at him in surprise: "Boss, they are absolutely loyal."

  "Kain, you're an idiot... Loyal... Hmm, it's hard to say, the loyalty they give me now is because of your former prestige, understand? I need true loyalty."

  Kane looked at Yichun with a puzzled expression, completely unable to understand his train of thought.

  Phil walked in: "Boss... the seaplane has been arranged, they will wait for us at sea after taking off. Fattahdio and his men have provided a refueling plane for us to refuel halfway. Hmm, Mr. Plov gave our plane a legitimate license, we'll be safe once we enter Russian airspace."

  "No, Phil, let's stick to the normal route, separate the guns from the people... it's safer that way. I just remembered, we've been too flashy lately, we need to tone down a bit, yeah, tone down a bit. Don't ask me why, I'll explain later."

  No matter what Yidun thought, the fifty-one-man squad set off, their weapons having been secretly transported to Japan ahead of time through certain illegal channels.