Chekov secretly took out a fruit knife, crawled over, and then quickly put the knife on the ninja's neck. His hands holding the knife were shaking so hard, but the skin on the ninja's Adam's apple was scratched and blood flowed down little by little.

Chekov said viciously: "Yellow-skinned monkey, do you understand? The first one I hate is the Japanese, the second one is myself, and the third one is the German... Well, be careful that I can kill you at any time... Fuck, why do you ask him what his mission is?"

The ninja whispered, "We commissioned a task, the goal is..." His hand suddenly flipped, and he didn't seem to have much force. Chekov flew out in the air. The fruit knife slashed the ninja's face hard, leaving bloody flowers, but he didn't seem to care and continued to ask Strangen: "Your mission is..."

Strogen raised his gun: "The boss of Yamaguchi, the leader of Yamaguchi Group... Sir, I'm sorry, Mr. Chekov is a subordinate of our boss. Although I have never seen him, he saved me. You shouldn't treat him like this."

Chekov almost fell to death, gasped for a few breaths. He got up dizzyly, picked up the TV in the living room and was about to hit the ninja in the head, and shouted: "Fuck, I can kill him and eat meat even if I save a dog. You Japanese are not reliable. Fuck, I will kill you before you." It seemed that he forgot that he put the knife on someone else's neck first.

The Ninja said anxiously: "So, we are friends... we commissioned 'them' to kill Yamaguchi."

Chekov was stunned for a moment, his hand softened, and the TV raised above his head almost hit his head. He quickly put it on the floor, regardless of the plugs on it and all the above were pulled out.

Chekov touched the knife again, approached the ninja carefully, and whispered: "Did you entrust 'them'?"

Strogen looked at Chekov in confusion: "'They'? What exactly are they?"

Ninja said: "The most mysterious and powerful killer organization in the world has completed many incredible tasks, including getting back three stolen intercontinental missiles. This is something that the underground world knows. You must have something to do with 'them', otherwise why do you come to deal with Yamaguchi? We also have a news report that no one in the underground world wants to move Yamaguchi, except us."

Chekov carefully squatted one meter fifty away from him and whispered: "'They' have some relationship with us, business cooperation, and some easy and simple tasks. They entrusted us to deal with it. Our boss is also a big man in the underworld."

The ninja smiled, and the wound on his face jumped and a lot of blood came out. Chekov curled his mouth, took out the first aid healing agent, sprayed it on his face a few times, and sealed the wound.

Ninja said: "Then, 'they' made a mistake, Yamaguchi Ki is not easy to kill, 'they' were wrong, and shouldn't use ordinary means to deal with Yamaguchi Ki. We originally hoped that 'they' could directly blow up the Yamaguchi group's door with a powerful bomb, but who knew that they had found you, a group of mercenaries, to attack directly... Baga, a group of idiots."

Chekov suddenly punched his wound, bringing a stream of blood: "Damn, let me tell you, Mr. Chekov is broad-minded and will not care about your rudeness... But you are not allowed to talk about my boss, do you understand?"

The Ninja kept laughing: "Okay, OK, ha, maybe you should notify your boss to inform 'them'. You can't send someone to die, come with some amazing characters."

Chekov said fiercely: "I have seen people among them. They are not comparable to you, the stinky monkeys... Can you fly? They will, too, they will have very powerful superpowers... Damn, why should I tell you?"

The ninja looked at him meaningfully: "Then, our guess is correct. 'they' cannot be ordinary people. Among the tasks they have completed, it is difficult for ordinary people to complete... Then, inform your boss that after we pay, 'they' should completely settle the business."

Chekov said with a sneer: "The boss must have been looking for someone to take revenge. No one can cut us off after a knife, and we won't be killed... Don't worry... Tell me, who are you?"

The ninja looked at Chekov: "It doesn't matter who I am."

Chekov whispered, "I'm trying to find a way to save our lives, do you know? Damn little monkey."

The ninja bit his lip: "I can't stand your insults against us... If you call me a monkey again, I will duel with you."

Chekov shrank his neck: "Fuck, your Toyotomi Hideyoshi himself has been a monkey, why can't you call you monkey... Fuck, tell me quickly, who are you? I'll find a way to take you two to your headquarters so that our lives will be saved... Don't you understand? There are policemen outside... Yamaguchi group, fuck."

The ninja was stunned for a long time. Before Toyotomi Hideyoshi became rich, he was indeed a servant of someone. At that time, his identity was indeed not very glorious... He glared at Chekov fiercely: "I am a first-level ninja Izumida under the Juhua organization of the Great Japanese Empire, in the Five Elements Alliance of Jin, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth."

Strongen looked at the ninja foolishly, and was dizzy by the long list of names he reported. Are he watching magic movies in the East? Otherwise, how could these things come out? Thinking about the action, those strange figures that emerged from nothingness, Strongen began to doubt that what he had experienced was a dream.

Chekov spitted on the sofa less than an inch away from Izumida's face, and said disdainfully: "I'll say these lies when I was three years old... Fuck, would you be that kind of water person? Humph, nonsense... Tell me, who are you."

Izumida glanced at him and whispered, "No matter who I am, I will send me to Mount Fuji, east of Mount Fuji, and there is a mountainous area where our headquarters is our headquarters. If the three of us can get there, we will be completely safe... Of course, we need to change our clothes."

Chekov slowly stood up and suddenly kicked Izumida in the stomach: "You bastard, why do I fucking save you? If you weren't in the room, I wouldn't go out to find a girl. If I didn't go out to find a girl, I wouldn't have met this German devil. If I didn't have met this German devil, I would still be playing with a girl... Fuck, you unlucky."

Izumita resisted the pain: "You'd better be faster. They won't let me go, let alone let that German... Of course, if you're caught, you will be the first to die."

Chekov pointed at his nose: "Me?"

Izumida said bluntly: "A rogue has no value, and it is definitely the first one to be executed. You better think about how to get two of us who cannot move to Mount Fuji, and when we get there, we will be safe..."

Chekov looked at him tightly and slowly smiled. The lowly smile he slowly walked into Hizumi and began to cut open the bandage on his body with a fruit knife. Hizumi asked him in surprise: "What are you doing?"

Chekov smiled lewdly: "Start our preparations to Mount Fuji."

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After signing a large check for Jiro again, Strogen and Izumida held a marijuana cigarette in their mouths. Surrounded by several people, they tried hard to support their bodies downstairs, and a rented RV was waiting for them.

Strongen and Izumida were both replaced with Chekov-like clothes, with red and green sunglasses on their heads. Fortunately, their injuries were all on their backs or their arms and were not exposed.

Four girls of fifteen or sixteen years old rushed into the carriage with a smile. Chekov said with a smile: "Who are you going to drive to Mount Fuji, and the other three are playing with me... They only like to watch, they are not able to do it."

The four girls secretly glanced at the lower bodies of Stralonggen and Izumida, which almost made them scream in anger, but now they could only sit on the sofa in the carriage and be stunned. The marijuana smoke relieved the pain of their wounds and gave them a little bit of energy.

While Jiro and others bowed and bid farewell to each other 90 degrees, a tourist team of Chekov and seven others set off, with the goal of Mount Fuji.

Chekov was urging in his heart: "God, it's better for me to believe in you. Don't care about what I said just now. Let's safely arrive at Mount Fuji. Don't have policemen on the road... There are too many people in the express train, so we don't have the courage to sit... God, dear God, police and Yamaguchi group, don't set checkpoints on the road."

Opposite the hotel, two Europeans watched the RV twist and move away, whispering to the microphone at the collar: "The target found... there were six unidentified men and women around him, two of whom were injured. How to deal with it?"

"Arson on the spot... Ignore the people around him, just a group of dogs, men and women."
Chapter completed!