Since World War II, due to the special national conditions, the collusion between Japan's politics and underworld has become commonplace. At its peak, the families of congressmen from all over the country were the uncrowned overlords of the regional underworld. The heads of various political factions entrenched in Tokyo were politicians during the day and turned into ghost kings at night, chatting and laughing with various cults and huge evil forces. In many Japanese anime about Onmyoji, the lord of ghosts and monsters is entrenched in Kyoto. This setting has actually always been quite realistic. Under such circumstances, homeless old men and other homeless people were targeted by certain organizations, but the specific reason was not just the instigation of certain politicians, but also because some organizations in Beika Town had some conflicts of interest with homeless people such as the old men. The ecology of the underworld in Japan is extremely complex. People outside who don't understand it, just seeing that the average age of the Japanese underworld members is in their seventies or eighties, always think that these organizations have declined. The truth is just the opposite. The Japanese underworld is becoming more and more prosperous and deeply rooted. An old gang organization, ostensibly because of the official anti-gang crackdown, its business scope has been shrinking, there are no new blood joining, and its members are aging. But in fact, the profitable business of these old gang organizations is no longer the traditional gang-related business, but has turned to the more secretive [annual tribute]! The specific model is very simple. An old underworld organization will send out an elite general and one or two younger brothers to re-establish an organization, then recruit new people, and then develop a certain business in depth. The old gang will provide this new group with connections, relationships, and the protection of its reputation. As a price to pay, they basically have to reap a huge amount of profits from these groups. Once the business does not meet the standards, they will be scolded at the very least, corporal punishment at the medium level, and it is hard to say what the severity of the situation is. If they do a good job and pass multiple assessments, they will be able to drink blood wine, join the headquarters, and become a member of the family, from a worker who pays annuity to a boss who gets to share the annuity without doing anything! Even the official Japanese police may not be able to figure out how many subgroups an old mafia organization has, because these subgroups, personnel composition, locations, and operations are often changing and very confusing. For example, in Japan, some small-scale lending companies and pawnshops with only two or three members, which are called law firms, often have unclear relationships behind them. Sometimes, after these groups grow stronger and have a reputation of their own, they will split into new groups again, overlapping to form an extremely complex network of relationships. These groups will also recruit some external personnel, such as various small gangsters. If these small gangsters have outstanding qualities, whether they are extremely loyal or have strong professional qualities, they have the opportunity to be formally introduced into the underworld by the professional underworld members of these firms.
This is a complete talent echelon training and an extremely complex underworld economic network, which witnesses the prosperity and deep-rootedness of the neon underworld! But the saying that everything rises and falls does make sense. People are never satisfied. More and more old organizations have increased the proportion of annuity they collect and tightened their own recruitment channels. The more people who pay tribute, the better; the fewer people who share the tribute, the better. It's that simple. This is also the fundamental reason why the average age of those well-known traditional Japanese gangs is constantly rising and there are not many new blood joining. Of course, it cannot be said that there are not many new blood. The descendants of the cadres in these traditional gangs, after returning from studying abroad, are able to get the upper hand by relying on their parents' relationships and join the underworld early. Then, they use the organization's resources and network of contacts to open formal companies outside, launder their wealth and make a fortune. The processes of prosperity are varied, but the processes of decay are all the same. All we can say is that there is nothing new under the sun. In this situation, the biggest victims are those who occupy the lower-middle and lower levels of the underworld ecosystem. Those middle and low-level gangsters were wailing everywhere. Over the years, keywords like "How to pay the pension that is too high" have become hot search terms on the Japanese Internet. Then, in order to pay the pension, these groups have tried their best. They are willing to try any industry that can make money, including selling milk tea. In Beika Town, there is such a group. Because their business is in the field of garbage recycling and disposal, they are quite dissatisfied with the homeless people who affect their business. The way this organization deals with this is to send out peripheral members such as thugs to intimidate. If it was an ordinary homeless person, these thugs would come and scare him, and beat him up once or twice, and no homeless person would be able to withstand it and would have to leave in disgrace. But this old man is not like that. As a gangster with a glorious past, he never tolerated those gangster groups. Relying on the united homeless people, he fought against that group. Through the words of the two groups, Conan made up for the collusion between Japanese officials and gangs, as well as the ecology of the Japanese underworld, which he was not clear about in the past. He also understood the fundamental reasons for the fight between the two groups. But knowing this still doesn't help Conan figure out where this shocking case, which hasn't happened yet, originated from, and this makes Conan more and more anxious as he sees the mystery of crime growing bigger and bigger. But at this moment, the dispute between the two groups became more intense. Although these little hooligans are a non-professional group that is not well-known in the underworld and are truly the lowest of the lowest, they are also very concerned about their reputation. If they fail to complete the tasks assigned by their big brother, how will they explain themselves when they go back? Finally, the young and energetic hooligans could not stand the feeling of arguing with the old man anymore, so they swung their baseball bats! Although the old man is old and has lost a lot of money due to fighting in the underworld when he was young, he still has experience. Although he appears to be very fierce, he has been on guard against these gangsters for a long time. Serious gangsters may look fierce, but they are more or less measured when they take action. However, young and hot-tempered gangsters do not have such sense of measure, and it is common for them to kill people accidentally. The old man did not hesitate and dodged the baseball bat that was meant for him on the head. He then struck the gangster hard on the throat with his hand, causing his eyes to bulge out. He slowly knelt down while covering his throat, and then kicked him away with another kick. When the other thugs saw this, they also reacted and rushed forward shouting and killing. Not only them rushed forward, their stand-ins also rushed forward.
When fighting, the stand-in has to take action, and the stand-in user has to act together. This is the stand-in way of these gangsters. The homeless people also gritted their teeth, swung their sticks, and fought together with the stand-ins. The moment the fight started, Conan noticed that the skeleton god of death, who was transformed from the mist of crime, smiled silently. His black robe kept extending and expanding. Silently, the light in the sky became dimmer, because the earth was already covered by the robe of the god of death! The changes in the celestial phenomena show that the shocking flower of evil, watered with killing and destruction, is thriving, and the god of death condensed by sin is waiting for the abundant fruit of destruction to fall. Conan didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the range of the black robe of the Grim Reaper seemed to be avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally. But none of this matters anymore. Conan, who possesses the magical criminal eye and can see crimes that others cannot, although still cannot figure out the key to the problem, but after excluding all impossible options, he immediately confirmed that this shocking case that is about to happen is indeed related to the park fight that is so common in Beika Town today. With this thought in mind, Conan took prompt action, intending to stop this crime before the situation broke out. He turned on the watch which served as both a watch and an anesthetic needle launcher and aimed it at the fighting crowd! With a whoosh, a strange cold light suddenly appeared, and a gangster fell down. Conan had a stern look on his face, and then there were three more whooshing sounds, and the three hooligans fell to the ground without a sound. "Damn little brat, he actually attacked by surprise..." A gangster discovered Conan's sneak attack, pushed away the siege of two homeless people, and rushed towards Conan waving a baseball bat. Conan did not continue to fire anesthetic needles because the ammunition had run out, but Conan did not care. He just squatted down suddenly and twisted a button on his shoe. The next moment, electric light was wrapped around his feet, and even the whole shoe was shining brightly! Originally, Conan wanted to use his inflatable football belt to summon a football, but the gangster had not arrived yet. However, his stand-in was about to arrive, and it was too late, so Conan leaped up and used his powerful kicking power to turn himself into a shooting star. Before the gangster could react, he saw a streak of light flying past his eyes. His stand was not hit directly from the front, but just the aftermath caused it to tumble in the air. Then, the baseball bat in his hand was shattered. But that was not the end. With a loud bang, the gangster turned his head and saw Conan kicking the ground, creating a pit three meters square and more than two meters deep. The gangster couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He felt that if this kick was to someone, the person's flesh and bones would be turned into mud in an instant! Conan, the instigator, also secretly wiped a cold sweat. He had figured out before that there was a secret behind his equipment, but after all, it was under Gin's nose and it was not convenient to conduct a comprehensive test. So he did not expect that the pair of shoes on his feet would be so powerful. If he had not reluctantly adjusted the position, I am afraid that the [Yikamachi Park Gangster Dismemberment Murder Case] would have been staged on the spot. But no matter what, Conan's intervention calmed the situation. Those gangsters were not fools. Although Conan was young, just this kick was enough to make these gangsters understand that Conan was not someone they could deal with. "Who the hell are you?" The gangster who was leading the group struggled to get up from the ground and asked in a hoarse voice. Before Conan could answer, the old man laughed loudly: “Don’t think that we are all a bunch of old, weak, sick and disabled stray dogs. Dogs also have wildness and can become wolves. This little fellow is the future beast king of our 666 beast legion. If you guys know what’s good for you, just get lost…” Conan, who was labeled as the future beast king, didn't know how to complain, but he also knew that the old man wanted to use his current posture to scare these guys away first. After all, showing off and intimidating is also a professional skill of the underworld, so Conan didn't want to say much, but just said to those gangsters: "Cherish your life and leave quickly before death comes!" Conan knew clearly that even if these gangsters retreated, it would not solve any problems, but it was a good thing to delay this shocking case for some time. At least he would have more time to think. But these hooligans were obviously more stubborn than Conan thought. In other words, since even the crime of the god of death had appeared, how could this killing calamity end so easily? The eyes of the hooligans in the lead were red, and they were obviously furious: "Why are you leaving? Go back and tell big brother that we were scared away by a little brat? What are you all standing there for? Call for help!" One of the gangsters used his substitute ability, which was called [Turn Like the Wind]. Once used, it would allow 1-100 people to gain the ability to teleport using the substitute as coordinates! His stand-in took out a flare out of thin air and shot it upwards, creating a colorful firework. Then, a loud bang was heard and many people suddenly teleported into the venue. And this little gangster summoned all his fellow gangsters and big brothers in the gang. When Conan saw this scene, he suddenly felt very upset. He wondered why he was still a gangster if he had such a strategic-level stand ability. But no matter what, the situation took a turn for the worse in an instant.
In the crowd, a cold-blooded man in a suit with clearly visible tattoos on his neck and collarbone and a deep scar on his face walked out of the crowd: "Although I know that this group of hooligans can't do anything big, I didn't expect them to call for help so quickly. I haven't seen you for a long time, the old stray dog now. Do you remember how I got the scar on my face?" The old man was stunned for a moment, but looking at the gloomy face of the middle-aged man, he seemed to recall something: "So it's you, you're not dead..." The gloomy man lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly: "You broke into our group alone to avenge the assassinated boss and killed many people. You were quite impressive, but you didn't have much strength left when you chopped me, so you only left me a scar. Forget it, there's no point in bringing up these old memories, because in this era, fighting and killing are out of date. The group only cares about making money, but the annual pensions to be handed in are increasing, so you guys are too annoying. Remember, I'm just looking for trouble with you for money, and it has nothing to do with the grudges in the past..." Having said that, the murderous intent in the cold man's eyes did not look like he was just doing it for money. But Conan ignored all that. He just stared at the gloomy man and slowly raised the anesthetic needle watch in his hand. After firing four shots, the ammunition was used up, but Conan had already discovered that the anesthetic needle ammunition in his anesthetic watch would replenish itself. Although I don't understand the principle behind this, it doesn't matter because there is already a new anesthetic needle in my watch. No matter what grudges there were in the past, Conan's position was very clear. He did not want a fight to break out, so he came up with the idea of capturing the leader first. The gloomy middle-aged man did not notice Conan's little move. After he said something to the old man, he turned his eyes to the other homeless people behind him and said coldly: "You are trash, you are useless and your brains are stupid. That guy looks kind, but he is a madman at heart. When he was still a gangster, he was famous for using any means to achieve his goals. His boss was killed because of his unscrupulous behavior. You think he united you to help each other, but in fact, what he wants is crazier than you expected. He wants to use your lives to start a riot in Beika Town..." Conan was subconsciously stunned when he heard this. Of course, he would not believe the gloomy man's words without reservation, but at this moment, Conan remembered the old man smiling and saying the slogan of the Legion of Six Six Six Beasts. When I was in my twenties and thirties, I wanted to be a man. When I was in my forties and fifties, I hated myself for not being a man. When I was in my sixties and seventies, I just wanted to die like a man... Conan turned and looked at the old man! Then he discovered that the originally kind-looking old man's expression turned cold and stern. He did not deny it, but he did not admit it either. It was just that it didn't matter anymore. Above the sky, the skeleton god of death holding a sickle had already raised the sickle, and then the expression on his skeleton face was vaguely the same as the old man's cold and murderous expression at the moment, almost exactly the same. At this moment, Conan understood why this shocking case happened. Then, at this moment, Conan understood more deeply than ever what Beika Town, the world's top crime capital, really meant. It's not that there are endless homicides that have led to accident rooms everywhere, nor is it that the citizens of Beika Town carry knives with them and are wary of strangers approaching, nor is it that criminal gangs emerge one after another and occupy every corner of Beika Town. These phenomena are not enough to reflect the value of Beika Town. Even the homeless old man living in the park was plotting to start a riot, and he really started to put it into practice, even causing resonance and visions of murderous intent from heaven and earth, and gradually gave birth to a shocking case. This is the real value of Beika Town. After a long silence, the old man slowly spoke: "I want to correct you on one point. My old friends have known what you said for a long time. But if we stray dogs want those guys up there to treat us as human beings, we can only risk our lives to do something big. Otherwise, we will be social scum who don't even deserve a bite of prison food!" The next moment, Conan felt the blood oath mark on the back of his hand getting hot, and then he heard Mingming's voice through the mark: "We are one, we are a group, we are the great herd of beasts despised by God. Let us begin to gather together. In the name of the Lord, let those high and mighty ones who claim to be God know that even a common man who has become a wild dog should have ambition!" Conan didn't expect that the blood oath mark also had the function of transmitting sound, but this was not the time to worry about these things. More people were rushing over from all directions!
They used to be citizens of Beika Town, but now, they have long lost the label of citizens. They are now indebted unemployed people, bankrupt debtors, and losers abandoned by society. They are contemptuously called vagrants and scolded as social garbage, but when they exchanged blood oath marks with the old man, they gained another identity. Its name is the beast of six six six! Their eyes were bloodshot, filled with a desire for destruction and madness. The aura of crime turned into mist, emerging from them and becoming an integral part of this shocking case. At this moment, the beasts have gathered and formed into a group! 146. The power of Brother Gin is with me When the beasts entered the scene, they directly attacked the scarred man and others. The weapons in their hands were varied, and some of them even just picked up a brick from the roadside. Their stand-ins were not very strong, but they looked crazy and wild, and their momentum was quite terrifying. You could tell at a glance that they were here to fight to the death. "Tsk, what a troublesome old dog, he actually got entangled with a group of dirty beasts..." The gloomy scarred man whispered something, but after all, he was not an ordinary person, so his expression did not change. "They are just a bunch of old, weak, sick and disabled stray dogs. Let's make some proper contributions to the appearance of Beika Town. Brothers, follow me..." After saying that, the gloomy scarred man shook his shoulders, took off his suit and shirt, revealing his upper body covered with tattoos, and then rushed forward, and other gangsters and thugs followed him. Judging from the scene, the Legion of Six-Six-Six Beasts undoubtedly has more troops assembled, but a battle is not determined by the number of people. At least on the side of the gloomy scarred man, there are many professional noisemakers (fighting experts). Although this gloomy scarred man is only the leader of a branch organization of a large gang, he is able to take root in Beika Town, a criminal capital full of hidden talents. His professional qualities are undoubtedly strong. This can be seen from the appearance of his stand, who is a tall and strong Rakshasa evil ghost with a ferocious appearance. Once he makes a move, he is invincible and ordinary people cannot get close to him at all. But he didn't bother with the small fry, instead he forcefully blasted away all obstacles and rushed directly towards the old man! "Old dog, die..." "Haha, this is the bad thing about being in the underworld. There are always some old debts to pay off. But whether you can take the life of an old dog like me depends on your ability..." The old man, whose legs were clumsy and who even seemed to have difficulty beating up small thugs, looked at the scarred man rushing towards him without any fear. On the back of his hand, the mark of the blood-oathed beast's head shone brightly. Then, the stand-in behind the old man, whose posture was originally quite blurry and weak, suddenly became clear at this moment, and turned into a strong and angry-looking King Kong, who swung his fist and rushed forward. But at this moment, the scarred man had already rushed to the old man and threw a straight punch, and the old man also threw a straight punch. The fists of both parties collided directly with each other. Coincidentally, the two stand-ins, Rakshasa Evil Ghost and Angry Vajra, put their fists against each other and collided suddenly, making a huge sound of metal collision! The battle became fierce in an instant, and both the scarred man and the old man displayed the unique fighting techniques of the Japanese underworld. Tighten your body, rely on your momentum and limbs to block the enemy's attacks, put all your focus on the attack, and then strike ruthlessly and mercilessly, using my style of moves honed from high-intensity actual combat to attack the enemy's weaknesses. The point is to either die or I, and to eliminate the enemy in the shortest possible time. Although the fight is unorganized and as unsystematic as wild beasts biting each other, they are brave and valiant, and their fighting styles are extremely ferocious. An ordinary fighting expert may not be able to get away with it if he meets a street fighting expert who is proficient in such tactics. The stand-ins were fighting, and the two stand-ins, Rakshasa Demon and Angry Vajra, naturally would not sit and watch, and both of them started to beat each other with their fists as fast as the wind! Not long after the fight began, the scarred man keenly realized that something was wrong. The old man's fighting skills were a bit outrageous. The old man is already old. Not only is he old, but he has also been suffering from illness due to hidden injuries from fighting in earlier years. In addition, after being displaced, his body lacked conditioning, which completely drained his vitality. The blurriness of his body was a sign that his luck had declined to the point where he could hardly even form a specific posture! But now, the old man's body has recovered, and even his strength and physical fitness are completely unlike that of an old man in his seventies or eighties. His attacks are even more ruthless and powerful, as if he is still in his prime. But Conan knew the reason. The animal head mark on the back of his hand also had the function of internal network communication. It was quite lively inside at the moment, and some of the information revealed the truth. "Old man, you must win. To do this, I require you to become younger and stronger..."
Someone in the Legion of Six Six Six Beasts shouted through the Blood Oath Mark. The next moment, the blood oath mark of the beast head on the back of the old man's hand glowed more condensed and turned into an invisible force that flowed through his body. Then, after taking off the upper body clothes, the changes could be clearly seen: the wrinkles and age spots disappeared little by little, his skin became taut, his flesh and blood regained vitality, and even the angry-looking Vajra tattoo on his body seemed to become more ferocious. The scope of a blood oath, which is binding, is not as simple as asking others to do something; it can even apply to more mysterious areas. The old man's voice was also heard from the Blood Oath Mark: "Thank you, old man. I won't let you down. We are one, we are a group, in the name of the Lord. Whatever happens to me will also happen to me. You will become stronger, and then you can go and make a big scene..." Conan only felt his body getting hot, his blood boiling, and he had endless strength, eager to smash something. Others used mandatory blood oaths to demand that the old man become stronger, and the old man also used blood oaths to demand that everyone become stronger.