Chapter 1862 Enjoy Together (Fourth Update)

At 10 o'clock in the evening, the restaurant closed early, the front door and the back door were closed successively, and several staff members began to clean the hall and the wing.

The owner of the restaurant, Nakajima Riko, is a 40-year-old woman with a pretty face, but a graceful demeanor and a friendly smile, which makes her look like a young neighbor.

Tonight, the mature beauty is wearing a beige kimono, which makes her look solemn and generous. Her hair is piled up high, which makes her pretty face fully exposed.

Her body is originally exquisite, and the fitting kimono sets off her jade-like skin, making her more dignified and charming.

She is the core figure of the restaurant and a person that Miyamoto Saburo values, so she is always dressed up beautifully and smiling.

But at this moment, Nakajima's smile has become a little colder and more anxious. Standing at the window at the end of the second floor, looking at the back alley, as if waiting for something.

It's ten o'clock, and Annako and the others haven't come back yet. According to the plan, the execution time should not exceed twelve hours, but now it has far exceeded the time limit.

She sent several anonymous emails, but did not receive any response from Annako and the others.

The three lost contact.

All these signs indicated that Annako and the others were afraid of being in danger, but Nakajima Riko thought this was unlikely.

The Divine Blade Sect was just a mob, and the God was just an old man. If he had a little ability, how could he be a coward for ten years?

Moreover, Annako and the others were sharpshooters who were fed with bullets, and their skills were quite good. Even if they did not kill the God, they should be able to escape unscathed.

As for the death of Mutoko and the others, Miyamoto Saburo did not tell her too much.

In addition to Miyamoto not being able to figure out the matter and find the body, they were also responsible for locating the killing machine and were only responsible for receiving instructions to kill.

The rest of the things were avoided as much as possible, so that they would not be distracted when performing the mission.

Therefore, Nakajima Riko was very puzzled by the disappearance of Annako and the others.

"Ding——"

When the time pointed to half past ten, a phone call came in. Nakajima Riko put on earphones to answer the call, and soon Miyamoto Saburo's voice came:

"Has the mission been completed?"

Nakajima Riko was silent for a while, and finally said realistically: "Annako and the others lost contact, I guess they failed."

"Baga!"

Miyamoto Saburo became angry: "Three sharpshooters can't kill an old man? What do you do with your bloodthirsty team?"

"You thirty people have followed me to Aocheng for ten years. In these ten years, I have only asked you to perform eight missions."

"But the money I spent on you is enough to arm a reinforced regiment."

He shouted bluntly: "The best housing, the best food, the best equipment, but you can't kill a god?"

"My efforts and gains are completely disproportionate. I now begin to doubt whether I have made you live too well and your guns have lost their killing intent?"

Although Miyamoto Saburo is short, he is very thoughtful. When he first came to Aocheng to gain a foothold, he knew it would be a bloody confrontation.

So he not only brought the elite of the Imperial Sword Society, but also selected thirty people to serve as his death squad, preparing to lay the foundation for the Imperial Sword Society with the lives of these thirty people.

Over the years, they have carried out eight missions and twelve people have died. It seems that the loss is heavy, but compared with the heroic idea at the beginning, they have lived enough.

At least they lived longer than Nakajima and the others imagined.

This also made Miyamoto Saburo always regard himself as a benefactor, thinking that it was he who kept Nakajima and the others alive until now, so he was very angry that the mission was not completed.

He felt that Nakajima and the others had betrayed his trust.

Hearing Miyamoto Saburo's reprimand, Nakajima Riko immediately bowed her head: "I'm sorry, Miyamoto-kun, I'm incompetent."

Miyamoto Saburo's tone was very unfriendly: "Don't talk nonsense to me."

"I have received a rumor from the Feng family that the woman is 100% going to cooperate with the Divine Sword Sect, and our people have lost control of the Divine Sword Sect."

"If we don't kill the God quickly, we will be driven out by that woman soon."

"I'll give you two days. No matter whether Annako is dead or alive, no matter how difficult it is, you must kill the God."

Miyamoto Saburo gave a rude order: "If you can't kill the God, bring your head to see me."

Nakajima Riko The eyelids of the child jumped, and he responded loudly: "Don't worry, Miyamoto-kun, we will kill the God at all costs."

Miyamoto Saburo thought of Ye Tianlong again: "Also, after killing the God, send someone to kill the kid yesterday."

"If it weren't for him, we could have forced the palace at the restaurant yesterday, and even added some ingredients to Madam Feng's food, but it was a pity that he messed it up."

He was murderous: "I can't swallow this breath, he must die."

Nakajima Riko spoke again: "Understood."

"Annako is back, Annako is back."

Just then, a car roared at the front door, followed by a happy voice from the front door.

This shout was in Japanese.

Nakajima Riko's body shook slightly: "Annako is back?"

She hung up the phone in a hurry, holding the phone and ran downstairs, just in time to see the store door open, and seven or eight shop assistants who had a deep relationship with Annako rushed out.

No doubt, she was also worried for a day.

Nakajima Riko also brought a group of people to the door, and saw a small truck parked at the door. The truck was old and muddy, like a country boy entering the city.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a towel wrapped around his head, looking honest and simple.

In the back of the truck, lying on the cargo, was an unconscious person covered with a blanket. It was Annako covered in blood.

The middle-aged man shouted, "This girl gave me 500 yuan and asked me to bring her here."

Seeing that Annako was still alive, Nakajima Riko breathed a sigh of relief.

"Annako, Annako."

Seven or eight men and women approached and wanted to lift her down from above.

Nakajima Riko also asked people to open all the doors of the store so that Annako could come in more easily, but just after giving the order, she frowned again:

"Who called Annako back just now?"

More than a dozen shop assistants were slightly stunned, looked around at their companions, and then shook their heads together: "We heard people outside calling Annako back..."

After worrying all day, they heard people outside calling Annako back, and they naturally rushed out to greet her reflexively.

Nakajima Riko realized that something was wrong and shouted, "Retreat."

"Puff puff puff!"

As soon as the voice fell, five knives came out from the goods under Annako's body and stabbed into the Japanese who were going to lift Annako down.

Streams of blood spurted out.

The four people cried out in grief, and fell down, holding their vital parts...

The five tiger divisions overturned the cargo and fell to the ground. Then the axe flashed, and the heads and chests of the two enemies behind the car burst open, and there were two more short axes.

The next second, a cold light flashed in the cab, and the leaf knife turned into a white light, whistling past.

The three people around Nakajima Lizi were shocked, and fell to the ground with blood spurting from their throats.

They pressed their necks unwillingly, breathing heavily, but their bodies slowly softened, and there was too much disbelief in their eyes.

It seemed that they had never thought that they would be killed like this.

Nakajima Lizi roared: "Be careful!"

"One group fights the enemy, and the second group takes the gun."

She kept her sanity and issued an order, and at the same time, she jumped and retreated into the hall of the restaurant.

Although they were good at fighting, guns were their biggest advantage, so facing the aggressive enemies, Nakajima Lizi instinctively wanted to fight with guns.

Her eyes were red, and she vowed to get the gun and kill all these attackers.

Just as Nakajima Riko was about to reach out to the bar to get the gun, she found that there was an extra person in the hall.

Ye Tianlong was standing inside the bar, holding a knife and a piece of pufferfish, slowly cutting it on the chopping board, cutting it very seriously and carefully.

Next to him, there was a pot of sake warming up.

People who didn't know him would think he was a chef.

Ye Tianlong didn't care about the fighting outside at all, nor did he care about Nakajima Riko's hand holding the gun. His smile was very bright:

"Miss Nakajima, it's a pity to fight and kill on such a good night in autumn. Why don't you sit down and have a drink and chat together."

"Today's pufferfish seems to be fresher than yesterday..."

He chuckled and threw out a sentence:

"Do you want to call Mr. Miyamoto over to enjoy this delicacy together?"

Nakajima suddenly fell silent. The wind outside the door gradually picked up, bringing the news of winter. She only felt a little cold...